Hey guys, Klockwerk here with the next chapter of Academy of Origins! *cricket sounds* Yeah? No? Alright then... I'll just have you know that this chapter isn't as good as I wanted it to be. I hope you all enjoy. I will see you, at the end of the chapter.

Oh, and, I forgot to do this lastime. Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Period.

I exited the hellhole of chatter, heading towards the next class. I looked down at a piece of paper, containing the schedule for the week. "Damn, science." I trudged slowly to science class, which was in A15. "Wait a second…" I stopped, remembering something. "I don't even know this place."

A familiar voice spoke from behind me with a chuckle, "I told you I'd have to be showing you the ropes Dark."

I turned around to see Greninja, a smirk visible even from under his scarf. I sighed, knowing that I had no other choice. Unless I wanted Cress annoying me, I had to accept his help. "Fine, lead the way Greninja."

My new friend laughed lightly, "Follow me. And please, call me Gren."

And so I followed my new friend outside the current building we were in. Turned out that A15 was in an entirely different building to the left. Go figure. As opposed to the middle buildings mixture of old and modern styling building A was seemingly futuristic. We went down the hallway and walked into a class. It seemed pretty modern and fitting for a science class. The tables were scattered around, all of them in the shape of either hexagons or octagons. Hexagons had 3 chairs and octagons had 4. I sat where Gren sat, which was the hexagon nearest to the windows. I noticed there was 1 seat open and asked, "You have someone else in mind to sit with us?"

Gren only shrugged, "Depends if she wants to or not."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "'She'?"

Gren opened his mouth to say something but was silenced by a sudden hug from behind. A familiar voice that I had come to hate spoke from behind my new friend, "Hewwu~"

Greninja chuckled, "Hey Cress."

I rolled my eyes as Cress gave a light peck at Gren's cheek before sitting down next to him. I coughed purposefully, which got Cress's attention. "O-oh!" She blushed even more than she probably should, "I didn't notice you were sitting with us."

I shrugged and sat up slightly, "I get that a lot." I eyed both Cress and Gren with the one eye that wasn't covered and said, "So, I assume your a couple then?"

They both blushed, but Gren was the first one to speak up. "Yeah, have been for a few months now, sorry for not telling ya."

I sighed. "I guess if your dating Cress then I have to be her friend too…"

Cress had seemingly forgotten about the awkwardness in the air and piped up with a smile, "Pleasure to be your friend Dark!"

As Cress and Gren happily chatted away while waiting for the teacher to come, I had stolen a few glances at Latias. I had this odd feeling in my chest, like I wanted to get closer to her. To know her. I was practically staring at Latias, who was chatting with her other friends. Until Gren coughed. I turned to see that both of my two new friends had teasing grins. "You like Latias don't you?" Gren teased, his grin visible even from under his scarf.

"Don't be ridiculous!" I snapped with a hushed yell. I said that, though I could feel color rising up to my cheeks.

I shot a glare at Gren, but where he was taken aback Cress only giggled. "Ooooh it's so obvious~ Don't worry, we won't tell."

I opened my mouth to argue but was interrupted by the sudden opening of a door. I turned around to see the whole class had quieted down and immediately assumed the man that walked was the teacher. He was bald and wore glasses over his eyes, which irises resembled gold nuggets. He also wore a dark tan lab coat with golden buttons over a peach undershirt. He also wore peach. The man spoke with a lot of enthusiasm in his voice, and if I didn't know better a slight tinge of insanity, "Good morning class! I am your teacher, Beheeyem Atropsi! But you may call me Mr. B!I'm sure you're all wonderful students, so let's all have fun for the school year!"

And so began the science class. It was annoying, the teacher's attitude. Everyone was chatting in hushed whispers, or actually paying attention to class. I was doing the latter, though my gaze kept shifting to Latias, who answered most of the questions given. 'Damn, she's smart too," I thought to myself, 'Could they be right? No, I deny it. Relationships are a burden… but could it be worth it?`I shook my head at the argument in my head and redirected myself toward the lesson, who I could not deny was informative despite the attitude.

After not very long, the bell rang and we were sent to our next class, PVA. I walked alongside Gren and Cress, though it felt like I was even further from them both. I sighed and picked up my pace, arriving alone at the Arts building- just to the left of building A. Everyone was directed to the theatre inside the PVA building. The theatre was more of the 'dramatic plays' type theatre rather than the movie type. The podium was large for a school theatre. And I counted around 400 seats- presumably for the whole school.

We all sat down, occupying the 2 rows of 10 seats, totalling up to 20 people. Soon, 4 people, teachers from what I guessed, stepped on the podium from backstage. 2 men and 2 woman.

One man, was quite tall and wore a black suit, pants and brogues. He had a mask that resembled a cat on his face, covering any emotion he had and had long spiky hair that went down to his waist, though that was topped off by a top hat brimmed with a red stripe on his head. He also had a cane, a red orb perched on the top. Black gloves with red line patterns on the back of the hand covered his hands, making it so that no skin except his neck, which was milk white, was shown. The man looked like he belonged in a masquerade party.

The other man, about a head shorter than the other, seemed quite elderly. His face wore an open-hearted smile, wrinkles visible on his cheeks. He had a french hat, and had a small milky coloured moustache. He wore a white apron that was riddled with paint stains over a peach shirt. His legs were covered by long pants that were coloured a murky white, his feet only covered by some shoes that also had paint stains. In his right hand was a brush and his left was a color palette.

One of the woman wore a red long coat that was buttoned so that it only showed a black shirt underneath. She had crimson hair that was tied into pigtails, and had the face of perfect serenity. Her pants were a darker shade of red, and her shoes black. In her hands held a violin and bow.

The last woman seemed like the enthusiastic-jumpy type, just the one I despise. She was about half a head shorter than the other woman, and seemed quite young. Her face basically described kindness. Wide pink eyes that matched her long candy hair. She wore a pink and white dress and pink heels. In her hand was a microphone. Naturally she was the first one to speak. "Hello new students! We are the four teachers of the Performing Visual Arts- or PVA class! I am Wigglytuff Purin! Your vocals teacher!"

The man in the top hat spoke next. His voice was posh, as if he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. "I am Zoroark Lusio! Your drama teacher!"

Next was the woman with the violin. She played a note which vibrated in the theatre and spoke, "I am Kricketune Melodia, your instruments teacher."

And the last man, the elderly one spoke last, "And I'm your art teacher! Smeargle Panto!"

Wigglytuff again spoke, it was becoming apparent she was the main talk of the group. "Today, you will be choosing which one of us you want to be taught by for the school year! We will give you all fifteen minutes to think about it ok? Go to the class you want to be in once you have decided! Ciao~!" With that they all dispersed, presumably to their classes, leaving everyone to chat and discuss where to go. Some people went faster than others. I picked up Cress wanting to go to vocals and Gren to instrumentals. I was thinking of drama, until I heard Latios going there. 'Well then, seems art class is the only choice for me`. I stood up and made my way to art class, which was on the second floor of the PVA building.

When I entered the art room, it was quite literally, and art room. Empty canvases were on stands and paintings hung on the walls. I surveyed the room to see the classmates, and my eyes rested on Latias. 'Shit, I forgot she liked painting`. I sighed, 'I pray rumours don't start…`.

And the rest of the class was fairly simple, the teacher, Mr. Panto, gave us a basic concept to draw, everyone complied. Thing is, everyone's was really good. Especially Latias's. Though maybe that was just me being biased. Anyways, before I knew it, the class was finished and the period that came next was one I hoped I could get time alone. Lunch.

Now that was a long read wasn't it? Anyways, please review, favorite and/or follow if you liked it and I will see you again in the next chapter. Klockwerk signing out.