A/N: Well then, this has been surfacing around my head for some time. I thought it would be good. Warning, this will contain drug use, drug dealing, swearing, violence, lemons, rape, teen pregnancy…just put every warning down here available on this site. If you are offended by anything, then you should probably leave right about now. This will not be your kind of story. Needless to say, I don't own Gundam seed. This fic was, is, and will be written in collaboration with morbid333. Now then, I hope you enjoy.

He moaned. The light battered against his eyelids, trying to pry them open. It succeeded. His eyes opened, and began to focus. they darted about the room, taking in the familiar sights.

The grey, empty walls…

That hideous white ceiling…

He tried to stand. He failed, and rolled out of his bed, his abdomen slammed against the wooden floor, agitating the newest of his bruises in the process. He let out a throaty growl.

The plastic and square trash bin, filled with used needles…

Two more beds, both of which as chaotic as his own…

His navy coloured uniform hanging on an old metal rack…

That's right. School started today, didn't it? He tried once more to stand, this time succeeding. He looked about once more, spotting a clock on the wall. Twenty-past-seven. It took ten minutes to walk to the high school. This gave him thirty minutes. He pulled his clothes on. First, his coat that he pulled over his black under-shirt. He buttoned it up. Next were the pants, navy like the jacket. He pulled them up past his gray shorts. Still, he felt naked. One thing remained. He turned for the footlocker at the end of his bed. He opened it, and reached for his most prized possession. A music player with headphones. He didn't waste time in putting the white accessories into his ears, and turning the music-player on. The melody surrounded his mind. The rest of the world seemed to disappear. His body went on autopilot, leaving the room and making his way down the hallway.

He arrived to the kitchen, and was met by two pairs of familiar eyes.

'You're late again, Shani.' growled the eldest of the two in the room. Orga, Shani's elder twin brother. The seventeen-year-old did not bother looking up. He was much too occupied by the book in his hand. In his other hand was a metal spatula in which he minded the two eggs that were currently poaching in the frying pan, free-ranged of course. He did not need to pay attention; he knew exactly how to cook eggs for him. Hell, he could do it in his sleep. Shani did not pay any mind to his brother as he passed by.

'You do this on purpose don't you, you son of a fucking whore?' the other in the room exclaimed.

'Shut up, Clotho,' Orga said, 'you know what he will do if you wake him up.

'Lazy fuck shouldn't be sleeping this late anyway!' Clotho roared.

'Clotho! Fuck up you stupid dumbass!' Orga growled at his fifteen-year-old brother.

'Go fuck yourself,' was Clotho's response as he went about grinding his coffee beans. None of that powdered crap was permitted in this household, no siree.

Shani blocked out his brothers with ease thanks to his music. He took two pieces of brown bread and added them to the toaster. They should be ready in approximately three minutes.

When it came to food in this household, there were a few rules that their father made the boys follow. First, ingredients had to be natural. Genetically altered food items were not welcome in this house. Other rules, though not nearly as important, were simple such as not eating anything that had more salt than ones daily salt allowance of one-thousand milligrams. No meat from a can was allowed. Do not eat anything in which the only flavour was the fat in which it was smothered. Lastly, never, under any circumstance, eat anything with an ingredient called flavour enhancer two-hundred and sixty-four.

CHING.

The toast popped up and Shani took it from the device before placing it neatly on a decorative plate. That was all that was needed on his part. No butter. Their father was trying to watch his figure. The plate was passed to Orga, who placed a firmly cooked egg upon each piece of toast. The plate was then placed on the table with a knife and fork, soon joined by a mug of coffee, black, and sugar free. Shani turned off his music player, and removed his headphones, knowing full well what his father would do if he caught him with them in his ears. The boys stepped back and looked at the breakfast. Their father's breakfast.

'Let's spit on it,' Clotho said, breaking the silence.

'Shut it, he's coming.' Orga growled. Sure enough, Shani could hear footsteps against wood. He was close…

'Morning boys,' came the smug voice as the older man stepped into the room, tying his purple tie as he did. His blond hair brushed neat and tidily, creating a middle part. His suit was neat and clean. His eyes spotted his meal, and he wasted no time in sitting down and beginning to eat. This was the okay signal. Orga continued to read. Shani continued to listen to his music. Clotho reached into his pocket, and pulled out his PGS, a portable gaming console. He turned the power on and began to play away, the sound turned off. Whilst Shani listened, his eyes shifted to his father. Muruta Azreal was in a good mood. His latest whore must have been good in bed this morning. He finished his food and coffee, before standing to face his children, eyeing their accessories with suspicion. 'Tell me again where you find the money for these things.'

'I bet the shit out of some kid and took his wallet.' Orga replied. He was convincing enough, and hell, it wasn't technically a lie. Azreal turned, believing him.

'I'm heading to the office.' Muruta smirked at his own little joke, 'Now, I hope your sales will be better than last week's.'

He didn't have to worry about that. High school was a paradise for people like them. Without another word, Azreal left the house through the kitchen door, closing it behind him.

'Think he's on to us?' Clotho asked.

'Him? Not a chance. How could he? So long as he gets one-thousand for every litre we sell, he won't catch on.' Orga replied. 'Let's head out. It's nearly ten to eight.'

'Whatever.' Clotho muttered as the boys made their way to their room. Once they arrived, Clotho grabbed his back-pack, and recklessly slung it over his shoulder, causing Orga to nearly drop his book.

'Be careful you dumbass!' Orga exclaimed. 'If any of that Gipheltin spills, then it's coming out of your ass!'

'Sure it is.' Clotho half-heartedly replied, still drawn into his game. He walked out of the room. Shani and Orga bent down and opened their bags. The two checked over their books, stationery, but most importantly, they investigated the secret pocket. In it were glass and plastic containers, each filled with the same form of blue liquid.

'Is everything alright with yours?' Orga asked after investigating his containers.

'Looks like it.' Shani replied as the two closed their bags. They attached them to their backs before leaving to meet Clotho. The younger boy was waiting outside. His brothers joined him soon enough. Orga closed and locked the door behind him. The lawn was short and a bright green, as usual. When he thought about this neighbourhood, and what went on in that house, it almost made him laugh. Honestly, the idiots of this neighbourhood were pathetic.

'Time to go.' Orga stated as he continued to read his book. The three began walking down the street. Orga read his book. Clotho continued to play away at his game. Shani listened to his music as his body walked without thought. Overall, it was a peaceful walk. The brothers did not speak once as they made their way to Kaguya high.

Kaguya high school had been built in the Kaguya district, a high class, and wealthy area. That meant that the establishment itself was a wealthy and highly respectable place. Needless to say that they only took in certain kinds of students. Only the children of upper class and respectable members of the community were capable of attending this fine school.

Kaguya high stood tall and proud as its students filed through the entrance gate and gathered around the Auditorium. Leaning against the wall, the Azreal brothers stood together as they waited for the assembly to start. The rest of the students had done the same as they converged in their groups of friends.

As they spoke with one another about what they did over their break, a car pulled-up outside the entrance, its engine coming to a sudden halt. The car's driver looked to the passenger seat, and to the only other individual in the vehicle. This passenger was a young boy, no older than fifteen years of age.

'Well Shinn,' the man begun, 'I guess I'll see you later.' A silence followed his statement. One that was both awkward and unwelcoming.

'Yeah dad, I know.' The black-haired boy replied as his crimson eyes glanced over the facilities of Kaguya high. From the buildings to the students, he took the sights in. As usual, they all wore the mandatory blue and pink uniforms.

The middle-aged man in the driver seat inwardly sighed, 'listen Shinn. When you come home, how about we-'

'I have to go,' Shinn interrupted as he opened the passenger door. He stepped out of the car, and dragged his backpack with him. He closed the door behind him and made his way through the entrance gate. The man watched as his son entered the school, before turning the car's engine back on. He waited as traffic allowed him in, before returning to the road.

Shinn walked slowly. Deridingly. He hated this place. This boring institution was a waste of time and effort. The students were mostly all up themselves. Upper-class twits who thought they were better than everyone else was. To be fair though, there was at least one redeeming fact about this place…

'Shinn!'

A smile crawled onto his face. Luna…

He spun around to face the direction the voice came from. Two individuals stood side by side. Lunamaria Hawke and Rey Za Burrel. Shinn quickly rushed to the two.

'What took you so long?' Luna asked as the boy took his side by his friends, 'We only have like five minutes.'

'I know. I was running kind of late.' Shinn replied.

'It doesn't matter,' Rey concluded, 'You're here now.' The three began to walk as they spoke; Shinn was two steps in front of his friends.

'Wasn't Meyrin supposed to come today?' Shinn asked.

'She is here, but she ran off somewhere,' Luna replied flustered.

'You want us to find her?' Shinn asked. His eyes connecting with hers as they continued to walk. A nearby student obviously saw this, and stuck a foot out in the boy's path. Ray and Luna both saw this, unfortunately, Shinn did not.

'Shinn, look out!' the two both warned simultaneously, but were too late. Shinn suddenly tripped, shock running through his body. Instincts took over as he threw his hands out, protecting the rest of his body as he hit the ground. Thunderous laughter erupted from the student around him. Shinn pulled himself back, quickly spinning around to see just who had tripped him. He concluded that it could only have been the blond boy reading a book, who was silently grinning.

'What the hell's your problem!' Shinn growled. The blond simply chuckled without so much as glancing at the boy. Shinn's fist clenched. Who the hell did he think he was. Was he so arrogant that he didn't think he had to look at him, 'Hey, I'm talking to-'

'Shinn!' Rey called, 'just forget him!' Shinn turned to his friend, 'You're better than him.' Shinn looked from the two blonds, before turning his back on the one who tripped him and returned to his friends.

'Pussy!' shouted the voice of the redhead next to the senior boy. The laughter grew from before as they sent jeers at Shinn. The boy, now furious, would have turned, however his friend put a hand on his shoulder and brought him back.

'These people,' Luna began, 'Someone should just tell them to-'

'Shut the fuck up!' the blond roared, his eyes leaving his book for the first time in awhile. The crowd suddenly went silent from a mixture of surprise and fear. Shinn was left speechless. What was with that jerk? At first, it seemed he just wanted to be the centre of attention, but now he sincerely wanted the mockery to stop.

'Who is that guy? Shinn asked.

'Isn't that Orga Azreal?' Rey replied.

'Azreal?' Shinn questioned, 'Aren't the Azreal's-' Shinn was suddenly interrupted by the high-pitch whine of the school bell.

'Great,' mumbled Luna, 'that bastard wasted our time.'

The doors to the Auditorium flew open, and a member of the staff walked out. The brunet frame of Mr. DaCosta approached the students.

'Alright students, settle down. I want you all to enter in a nice, single file-' the students charged. Mr. DaCosta let out a surprised scream as he jumped out of the way just in time for the students to shove their way into the building.

Shinn let out a frustrated sigh, 'damn, this is going to be boring,' he said.

'Come on, it won't be that bad,' Luna assured her friend as the three joined the end of the queue , slowly making their way into the building.

The Azreal brothers made special effort to make sure they sat together near the back of the room. The Auditorium was enormous. Big enough to fit at least three-thousand students. There were relatively large spaces between the rows of the seats. Orga looked about. The seats were slowly but surely filling. In total, there were two rows length-wise, at least fifteen-hundred seats on each side. His eyes returned to his book, the only thing nearby of any form of interest. He sat in the middle of his brothers. Shani was still listening to his music, whereas Clotho shot at non-existent enemies. He turned a page, trying his best to keep the sound of the obnoxiously loud shrikes out of his mind. It was difficult to say the least.

'Annoying bastards,' Orga heard Clotho mutter, though whether he meant the teens or his targets was a mystery.

'When's this damn thing starting?' Orga asked. Typical. The students had to be here at eight sharp, no exceptions. However, when it came to the staff, they could show up any time they damn well pleased. Bastards.

'Hey Orga baby!' the blond looked up from his book to meet the eyes of a curtain brunette leaning over the seat in front of him.

'I thought I told you to cut out this baby crap, Meer.' Orga replied as the girl leaned forward and planted her lips upon his. After several seconds, the two broke apart. As they did, Orga returned to his book.

'But it's cute,' Meer pouted, 'what about you two?' Meer asked, shifting her gaze between Shani and Clotho, 'You think it's cute, don't you?'

Neither responded.

'You need something in particular?' Orga asked, 'and if you want some free Gipheltin, then you can forget it.

'Free? You know I always pay,' she smirked as she pulled herself over the seat and positioned her body on his lap. She leaned in and whispered the next part, 'it might not always be with money, but I always pay.' With that, she began to move her body, grinding against his groin. Orga grinned as she worked. Now how was he supposed to read with all this going on? He closed the book and put it aside. Her lips began leaving a trail of kisses down his neck as she worked. He could not help himself. He felt himself slowly harden.

'Would you two get a fucking room,' Clotho growled, 'you're throwing me off my game.'

'Please! You just wish someone would do this to you,' Meer commented.

'I believe that's what a prostitute is for. You know, the people who do the exact same thing you do, only they remember to charge a fee.' Clotho retorted without removing his concentration from his game.

'But if I charge, then I might not be able to do it as much.' Meer whined as she slowly removed herself from Orga's lap, and dropped to her knees. Slowly she worked his fly open.

'You're not getting anything out of this, you know. I still remember the beatings I received the last time I let you pay with your mouth.' Orga stated.

'Not getting anything out of this? I disagree,' Meer smirked as she made her way past his boxers.

'You two are disgusting.' Clotho spat. Orga turned to Shani to see what he would do. He just closed his eyes and turned his music up.

Orga felt a hand wrap around his length. Was she really going to do it? Here?

'Excuse me, settle down!' Orga suddenly looked to the stage. A blonde man was standing before the podium, his hair cut short. Deputy principle La Flaga.

'You'd better stop.' Orga stated. He said it monotonously enough. However, deep down he was disappointed.

'Why?' Meer asked as she kissed the tip of his member, sending a chill up Orga's spine. 'No one's gonna see except for them.' She said, sending glances towards a disgusted Clotho, and a distant Shani. 'And it's not like they haven't seen us do this before.'

Orga looked around. She was right. The rest of the students had filed in and sat near the front. There were at least five rows between them and anyone else. On stage, La Flaga took his seat, and another man stood up. The tanned-skin man had chestnut hair and sideburns that came down his face. Each step that his right foot took was accompanied by a walking stick. The most notable feature about the man however, was the horrid scar that covered his right eye. He stepped up to the podium, cleared his throat, and looked down to the many faces.

'Greetings students. I am headmaster Waltfeld-' Orga's concentration broke away from the man as another chill ran up his spine. He looked down to Meer, who had taken him into her mouth. She began with slow movements. Using her tongue to lick at him, she began to move her head up and down.

Her speed increased, and her hand assisted her mouth, pumping his member with speed. Orga looked onwards to the stage, trying his hardest to keep a straight face. He didn't pay much mind to what the headmaster was saying. The pleasure that dashed through his body was overwhelming. He lost track of time as she continued. Sucking, she licked at him and moaned quietly, sending a vibration up his member. He wouldn't last long, he could feel his release coming as she continued. She knew this too as she removed her hand and took him in fully. Orga looked down and watched her head bob up and down. Finally, he knew it was time. He didn't hold back. He came furiously, and she didn't allow any to go to waste. Swallowing it all, she released him from her mouth before licking her lips.

'that was good,' Meer stated as she made her way to a seat next to Clotho.

'Whore,' he said, continuing to play his PGS.

Orga looked up to the stage as he softened. As Waltfeld finished his speech, Orga closed his fly.

'Now then, let's begin. Your homeroom teachers will call out there classes. When you hear your name called, please follow them to your classroom.' Waltfeld made his way back to his seat. The freshmen were first. Orga didn't pay attention. When they were done, the first of the sophomore teachers stepped forward. This was a brunette teacher with long hair, one that Orga knew to be Miss Ramius.

'Good morning,' she greeted with a warm smile. 'Will the following students follow me please.' Her eyes left the students and moved to a white sheet of paper in her hands, 'Shinn Asuka. Auel Neider. Sting Oakley. Stella Loussier. Sven Cal Payang. Lunamaria Hawke. Rey Za Burrel. Heine Westenfluss. Clotho Azreal-'

Orga tuned out after hearing that name. Clotho's class was the only thing he wanted to know right now. The class poured out of the building. Clotho left without a word, still playing his game.

The sophomore students poured out, soon followed by the juniors. All that were left were the senior classes. Next stepped up a woman with short, black hair. A serious expression was plastered over her face. She looked over her class list, and back to the students.

'Listen up!' She shouted, the full attention of the students being drawn towards her. 'I am Miss Badgiruel! Those who are in my class are to follow me immediately! Marilia Haw. Sai Argyle. Flay Allster. Tolle Koenig. Miguel Aiman. Nicol Amalfi. Dearka Elsman. Yzak Joule. Kuzzey Buskirk. Athrun Zala. Cagalli Hibiki. Rusty Mackenzie. Meer Campbell. Orga Azreal. Shani Azreal…'

'Shani,' Orga shock the boy by the shoulder, 'we're in this class,'

'and finally,' she began as she reached the finale name, 'Kira Hibiki.'

Kira looked up at the mention of his name. He brushed his brown bangs from obscuring his violet eyes.

'Kira,' the boy turned to the seat next to him. He met the amber eyes of his blonde sister.

'Come on, everyone's going. She'll probably have a stroke if we're late.' She stated as she stood.

'Yeah,' Kira responded, 'you should watch it with her. She's the strictest teacher here,' Kira stood and followed several of the students outside into the quad.

'I've heard,' Cagalli replied as they gathered around, Badgiruel in front.

'Line up!' She ordered. The class did as instructed.

'Kira,' the boy heard a whisper from behind, he turned, meeting the face of the green-eyed bluenet behind him.

'Athrun? What is it?'

'Those guys,' Athrun said, nodding to several individuals in the line. Kira followed his eyes, which were pointed towards a silver-haired boy, and his friends. The line began to move, following its teacher.

The silver haired boy was Yzak, a short-tempered individual. He was the leader of a small group. Said group in question was quite popular, and had a large amount of influence within the student body. Athrun Zala was once a member of this group. Once a member. Unfortunately enough, they had all been lumped into the same homeroom class. Badgiruel led them inside a building. Dearka Elsman. Nicol Amalfi. Miguel Aiman, and lastly, Rusty Mackenzie. They were all Yzak's goons. Badgiruel led the class up a set of stairs. From the first floor to the second. From the second to the third. They came to a stop. Badgiruel reached into her pocket and pulled out a key. Stepping towards the nearest classroom door, she unlocked it. Stepping into the room, she opened the door wide, allowing the students to scurry in and take their seats.

Kira, Athrun, and Cagalli sat together, making sure to stay well away from Yzak and his friends. Badgiruel stood at the front of the classroom to address her students.

'You are to report to this class everyday! Monday to Friday! Eight A.M sharp! No exceptions!' She ordered. 'Now, when this is over, you are to go straight to your period two classes.' After that, she moved to her desk, and took a pile of papers. She then went about handing them out in order of the names of the class' registry. When Kira received his, he quickly looked it over. It had a list of his classes. After examining it intently, he gently moved it to his jacket pocket.

'Kira?' the boy's sister's voice questioned. He turned to her, wondering what she could want, though as he did, he saw her looking behind them.

'What is it?'

'Who are those two,' she asked. Kira looked to whom she may have been talking about. There were two of them. One blond, and the other had green hair. The blond was reading a book with his feet on his desk. The other was listening to music through a music player and headphones. That one's eyes were different from any he had ever seen. So ominous. So threatening. It didn't help that he was staring straight at them. However, through closer observation, Kira soon noticed that he was not looking at them, rather through them.

'Those are the Azreal brothers,' Athrun interrupted, 'watch out when you're around them. Both of you. Those two are as dangerous as they come.'

Kira's eyes didn't leave the two. They were different. Obviously dangerous. But who were they really? What could have made that boy so dangerous. Something in his past must have made them turn so cold. So dark that even a simple glance would send shivers up ones spine. What could it have been, and why did it happen?

Shani's eyes stared at nothing in particular. Occasionally they shifted about the room before returning to their original position. In front of him, he saw two boys and a girl. One had brown hair complemented by violet eyes. The other was a green-eyed bluenet. The girl was a blonde, with a set of amber coloured eyes. They whispered to one-another, occasionally glancing towards him.

'They're talking about us,' Shani turned to the seat next to him where his brother sat, a book once again in his hand.

'I know.' Shani answered as his eyes closed. The music comforted his brain. It was what he needed. It comforted him. It made him forget about breaking every bone in their bodies. As Badgiruel began to speak to the class, Shani increased the volume of his music to the point that even her voice would not break through. Sight closed off. Sounds blocked out. The entirety of the world disintegrated around him. All that remained was the melody that came from his headphones.

He rested his head on the desk, his eyes still closed. As the rhythm and melody ran its course, his mind trailed off on its own.

'Please Muruta!' Shani looked on, his body paralysed. Fear coursing through his four-year-old veins. His brothers were by his side. Tears ran down Clotho's face as Orga held him back. When their father was like this, the last thing they needed was someone running in and being caught in one of his rages.

'Shut up, bitch!' he spat as he brought his foot down on her jaw. Rage coursed through him as he struck out at her. The woman's face was covered in bruises, and her clothes were tainted a deep crimson.

The boys could do nothing but watch their mother take the horrific beating. It had never been this bad before. Never. When was he going to stop? When was he…? Shani's eyes widened as his father took the woman's throat into his hands.

She looked up to her husband; the expression of terror did not so much as faze Muruta as his hands closed off her windpipe. He wasn't enjoying this, he was simply doing it. But why? Frantically, she tried to kick him off, however he didn't even flinch. She couldn't get free. No matter what she did. Her desire to live was inferior to his rage. However, she just could not give up. She threw her head around, trying desperately to find some way to get free. Her head froze in place, and her eyes widened as they found those of her boys. The terror of Shani's eyes. The horror in Orga's eyes. Clotho's red and tear-filled eyes as he silently sobbed. Those would be the last sights she would see in this world.

Shani quickly opened his eyes. Why did his mind go to that? Of all things, why was it that memory? That was the first real day of his life. When he learnt what life truly was. Cruelty. It was a place where only the strong would strive. If that were what it took to survive, then he too would be strong. He looked about the room from student to student. They were busy conversing with one another. Out of all of those in this room, there were only two that were strong. Again, he closed his eyes, and again his mind would replay events of his own empty existence.

Two years had passed since then. Since they had buried their mother. In their rooms, the young boys whimpered and nursed there newest bruises and cuts.

'I don't wanna live like this,' Clotho sobbed.

'We won't,' Orga reassured the boy as he held him in his arms. He rocked back and forward, just as their mother used to do when they cried.

'What are we gonna do,' Shani whimpered, 'you want us to just run away?'

'Yeah. We can do it. Where ever we go, it's gotta be better than here.

Idiots. How stupid they had been. When Muruta dragged them back, their food halved, and their beatings doubled. Yet nowadays, he hardly beat them at all. Why did this happen? How did this happen? Shani knew the answers to these questions. Why did their father's attitude change towards his children? Simple. He found a use for them.

Again, his eyes opened, and again, he took in the sight of those whom were weak. From face to face, he labelled them. Rich. Spoilt. Naïve. The perfect, stupid, brain-dead customers they needed.

His eyes closed once more.

'Well then,' Shani muttered, 'I suppose I should get to work.'

Clotho sighed in boredom. If he played his PGS, then Miss Ramius would probably just take it away. Sure, he could fight her off, but he honestly did not feel like going through all that right now. He looked about the room. New faces, all of them. Clotho grinned to himself. New faces meant new customers. New rich brats with whom to drug up and milk of every penny. That was Shani's job though; all he needed to worry about was keeping these retards in line. That shouldn't be too difficult if these fools were anything to judge. He was always large for his age, and every one of these morons looked like scrawny little wimps. He knew their type. Spoilt brats. Worthless morons that are incapable of doing a damn thing, and so they buy their way out of their problems with money their parents throw at them, or some of them use their bodies. Yes, he knew them.

Clotho looked to the front of the class; just as Miss Ramius began to hand out the classes' timetables.

'This is boring.' Clotho groaned as he went about looking around the room, stopping suddenly. Someone was sitting next to him. She was blonde. Fair skinned. She too was looking about aimlessly, though she did not look board, rather, she was quite interested. What was her name? Shit, who was she?

'Which one of you is Stella?' Ramius asked.

'I miss!' The girl chimed joyfully as she threw her hand up.

Stella. That was her name. This girl seemed innocent from first glance. Her eyes gave it away. He could tell much from them, maybe everything about the girl. He certainly knew enough to know that she was a sexual predator's wet dream. He could hear other students laughing at her reply. It only showed there own stupidity. She was smiling. An innocent smile was plastered on her naive face. She graciously accepted her timetable. Her eyes shifted over the small white sheet of paper, studying every aspect of it.

'Excuse me,' Clotho snapped to attention and looked to his front. Miss Ramius was standing in front of his desk, staring down at him, 'are you Clotho Azreal?'

'Yeah, what's it to you?'

She was taken aback slightly by the harsh comment. 'This is your timetable.'

Clotho snatched it from her hand. The brunette turned around and hastily made her way back to her desk. She probably dismissed it as him being in a sour mood because his break from school was over. He glanced over the timetable, not particularly caring. After quickly skimming through it, he forced it into his pocket. Nothing else left to do other than let the time tick away.

'Class, when the bell does go, remember to go straight to your period two classes.' Miss Ramius stated.

Blah. Blah. Blah. Who cared? It was obvious where to go. The time would tell them that. Speaking of which, the red-head stared straight at the clock, before his eyes rolled in frustration. They still had over ten minutes left. Fuck! What the hell could he do to pass the time?

'Who's that big kid?' Clotho suddenly came to attention. The voice was feminine, and it came from a few rows up. They must have been talking about him. He was the biggest one in the room, except for the teacher of course. He looked to the voice. It was a redhead girl, and probably one of the only good-looking girls in the class. Maybe in a year or two, when her frame grew out a bit more, she would be an image of beauty. She was already attractive, but her body still needed to mature. In Clotho's eyes at least. With the girl though were two others, both male. One had longish blond hair, whereas the other had black hair. He recognised the three almost instantly. The black-haired boy was the little cunt that Orga tripped up, and the other two were his friends.

'Isn't that the youngest of the Azreal brothers?' The blond replied as their eyes travelled to meet Clotho. They quickly diverted their gaze as they noticed Clotho staring at them. That settled it. They were differently talking about him. Their voices turned to whispers, and Clotho had to strain his ears to hear them.

'Who are the Azreal brothers?' she asked.

'Forget about them,' the black-haired boy replied, 'they're just a bunch of punks.' Punks? That was how he was going to refer to him and his brothers? That was the most pathetic title he had ever heard.

'He's nothing but trouble.' The blond replied, 'Keep away from him.' Clotho smirked to himself. The retards didn't know the half of it. Maybe he should show them. Teach them that it was not polite to talk about people. He ran simulations through his mind. Beating them with such ferocity that everyone else was too horrified to do a damn thing. He would have. He would have played out his little fantasies but…

DING, DING, DING, DING.

The bell? Ten minutes had passed? How long were those thought going through his mind? Oh well, he wasn't complaining. Clotho jumped to his feet as the class filed out. He joined the end of the queue, eventually leaving the room. He was last, and so Miss. Ramius was alone in the room. There was certainly something about him. Murrue knew that much. Something about that boy was off. The look in his eyes. She didn't know much about Clotho Azreal, but one thing was curtain. He was nothing but trouble.

A/N: That's it for now. What did you think of it? If you're having difficulty imagining the school uniforms, just imagine the blue and pink Earth Forces uniforms. Sorry, I don't know when the next update will be. I do hope this was good. I have a general idea of what will happen, but I don't want to rush this, so I'll be thinking of new ways to extend what I already have.