Disclaimer: The familiar characters belong to DreamWorks. This work is made for free entertainment. I earn no money out of this. Miss Jane, however, is a name I made up for the nameless teacher.

For Megamind's childhood name, I used Syx. The name was made by SilverShepherd, in the fanfic 'Times Syx'. Metroman's childhood name was also based on the same fanfic. ;)

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Chapter 2 Synopsis: Minion has sharp teeth. Mark thought Minion is a carnivore, but Syx disagreed.

Syx arrived early that day, entering the classroom with an excited expression as he stared at his glorious creation being displayed on the class' wall of fame. The class wouldn't begin until seven, but Miss Jane was already present behind her desk. Meaning there were forty-five minutes of solitude for him. Plenty of time to reminisce yesterday's happy events.

"Good morning, Miss Jane," Syx greeted, before sitting at the front, his usual place. He had always loved attention; especially from the teacher. Truthfully he didn't need to sit there to get the teacher's sight at him, because his blue skin and big green eyes stood out so much amongst the class.

"Good morning, Syx. You are early today," she greeted back with a smile, nodding at his fish also. "...you too, Minion." Bizarre pet, it was. That piranha somehow understood greetings and manners like normal human, and smiled in response, flapping its fins to nod back at her.

"I can't wait to see my friends again," ...and their stupefied faces when they were gawking at my blueprints, he added in his head.Was that all he should do to gain their attention? Well, overthrowing that super boy from the spotlight seemed easy enough! Hollow chuckles echoed in Syx' head, the competitive side of him itched at the plan forming in his mind.

"Aw, how sweet of you, Syx," Miss Jane answered, fetching the flower vase on her desk and asked, "I have to leave for some time. Can you have an eye on this room while I'm gone?"

Pink blush came to his cheeks then, noticing the vase he had used to drench Miss Jane last day. She seemed oblivious to what he had done to her cubed form with the water inside the vase. "Sure, no problem, Miss."

After her departure, he set his eyes onto his blueprint, sighing contentedly, then started talking to the sidekick in his lap. "Living here isn't so bad, hm, Minion?" He sighed at his picture again, "Out of prison, I mean. If I knew earlier that they react better to simple pictures, we could have been..."

"Why are you talking alone?" a childish feminine voice startled him out of his thoughts. Her voice was like a bell, and truthfully, it surprised him so much he almost jumped, but luckily, cold shivers were the only thing that escaped him.

She continued, not noticing his slight tremble. "Was that a kind of br-brain training?"

"I don't do monologues," he replied defensively, "I was talking to Minion. Get him in a good shape. Same thing that goes for flowers." The fish rolled its eyes.

Roxanne put her bag in her usual locker, before taking her place at the opposite side of the row of chairs, far away from him. "Does Minion like flowers?" she continued their conversation, their distance seemingly unnoticed by the girl.

To Syx, however, the distance and question was unnerving. "I don't know. He likes carrots, though. I don't know if he will eat terrestrial flowers," he hopefully eyed the chair on his right side, "...um, why don't you take your usual spot?" Minion nodded, gesturing at the same chair with his eyes and fins.

"Momma told me to get as far away from you as possible. She said you looked sick," she responded, worry in her face, "Are you ill? You look skinny."

Syx knew what it was about; his looks. It must be the blue skin, the alien-sized head, and eyes. Even the orange prison uniform and manacles spoke crimes. Her mother must have thought that he was a freak who came for her daughter as a predator.

"Syx?" she got up from her chair, intending to come up to him. "Are you okay?"

He assumed her mother was referring 'sick' as 'psychotic', not 'ill'. Fortunately her juvenile comprehension caught her words in a straightforward, more physical way. Her innocence yielded good results for him, and he wouldn't complain for that.

But human adults were far more caring of their offspring; sometimes taking care of their children's problems for them. The same went for Roxanne's case. Presuming from her innocence, her parents might be even more protective.

"I have always been skinny, Roxanne," he replied, shoulders sagging, confidence seeping away from him. "...but I'm in a perfectly healthy condition."

"Really? I'm glad," she welcomed his answer with a genuine smile, before moving from her previous seat to Syx' side. "I really like your fish. Can I touch him?"

Her way of thinking was more unpredictable than the course of a tornado. One time she seemed obsessed to obey her Mom, then a second later she defied, just to get a poke on his green fat fish. "Sure, you may," but she was more delighting, exciting that way. His features lit up as he handed the glass sphere to his close friend.

"I have always wanted a pet," Roxanne watched intently as Minion swam delightfully in his bowl. He swam in vertical circle, showing off. The girl grinned approvingly.

"Why don't you buy one?" Syx suggested, knowing that pets are commonly sold in market. "You can get a goldfish. Then we're going to put Minion and your goldfish in the same bowl. So he won't get lonely while we are busy."

"Mom won't let me."

Her Mom sounded more and more like a nuisance to him. These mindless drones- kids seemed unable to do anything without their parents' consent. While he mulled over her mother, Mark came over to them, accidentally overhearing their conversation with his super senses. The boy wore white, always looking like a good-deed-doer.

"Hey, Roxanne, Syx," he greeted, a smug look in his face. Syx raised his eyebrows in anticipation. He and Mark were total opposites; the stronger guy has bright smile and charming looks, while Syx was nervous and strange. Syx fidgeted; a natural response whenever the opposing pole of his magnet came close. "What's wrong with the fish?" a question leapt off Mark's toothy smile.

"Syx suggested that I bought a goldfish," Roxanne replied almost instantly. "And put our fish together in Minion's bowl."

"Oh, that wouldn't do. Minion's a meat-eater. Look at those teeth," Mark pointed at the thing he talked about.

Minion eyed the longest tooth he had, just between his eyes.

"Are you insinuating that I tried to trick her?" Syx growled his question; clearly offended by Mark's careless words. "Trick her into feeding her pet to Minion? It's ridiculous! Why would I do that?"

"Hey, relax, buddy. I don't mean it that way," the smile was wiped clean off Mark's handsome face. He was confused. He always tried to be nice to Syx, only to get the same angry reaction over and over again.

Syx was fuming. "Minion won't eat her goldfish! He's full already! He has had his breakfast! He ate carrots!" His voice grew louder by each word.

Metroboy was about to reply when Roxanne cut in, "My Mom wouldn't let me have a pet." Roxanne finished her story, putting an end to the boys' short quarrel. "So I won't be buying any."

Mark shifted his gaze from Syx to Roxanne. "I see. Shame though, I was thinking about adopting the kittens at the shelter near my house. Thought I'd ask some of my classmates to come along and save more. How about you, Syx?"

"Clearly my answer is no," the blue boy grumbled, "Minion might ate the kitten. You know, carnivores," he stressed further at the killer part, noting how upset he was at Mark's phrasing, "Helpless creatures easily sparked his great appetite for destruction. The mess would be very hard to clean."

"Didn't you say that Minion eats carrots?" Mark queried, one eyebrow rising.

Roxanne eyed Syx also, eager to hear his confirmation. The rage subsided before her blue eyes, and Syx explained in a clearer voice, "He eats any solid food I throw into his bowl, and he can differentiate which ones are food, and which ones are not. He is not an ordinary fish, he can think."

The disbelief in Mark's face was as clear as Narcissus' mirror spring. Roxanne, however, fell for that. "So cool," she answered, adoring Minion more and more.

Syx' nostrils were flaring proudly. Mark shrugged, not buying it. "I just wish that Minion could talk, so he can explain his diet himself."

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As if inspired by his rival, Syx began making the draft for his fish language translator. Minion seemed to like it, up until his master drew the shape of a drill. The fish' smile faded.

He was so busy scribbling down his paper, not noticing Miss Jane who snuck up on him. "Nice drawing, Syx," she complimented, "Do you still want to follow today's lessons?" she playfully scolded him, guising her threats in reverse psychology-inspired sentences.

"A minute," he replied, doodling furiously. "Minion's scared to wear this translator. I have to come up with a better design for him."

"Drop it, Syx. It's impolite to draw during Maths class," Metroboy eyed both of them along with the rest of the class, supporting the teacher further by saying, "You are not respecting Miss Jane."

"Thank you for clearing that up, Mark. The choice is now yours, Syx. Continue your drawing in the corner, or drop it and keep your seat."

Being one so used to the prison's cold floor, Syx didn't even consider those as heavy choice. He picked Minion and sat in the quiet corner, where he scribbled further on his piece of paper without onlookers to distract him.

Miss Jane frowned at his reaction, but she still had twenty other kids to teach, so she turned to them, and continued her job.

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