Keep Betting "Sky High", Masterson!

DO look up on wiki the G.S. Patton speech that is mentioned here if you don't know it, it's awesome...

New Material added to "Night Grinned Viciously Back" too for those who haven't looked... Oh and "Quest for the Khushrenada Blue Lotus Rose" has the whole Alicia X Sir Godrick and the Rose Bush story now.

Mr. Santonia was in full swing explaining the complected global economic forces pre-After Colony century that had combined to launch the very first habitable living structures in space.

As fascinating as his performance was, embellishing the factual progression leading to the dawn of a new century for mankind with rapid fire diagrams and highlight quotes from notable parties at the time, Trieze's head tracked a sure, steady, sinking course, down, down... down... onto his desk.

Katja was taking full advantage of the still life opportunity to sketch out a picture of him... adjusting his pose and re-creating the background into forest scene with evil pixies about to set upon him with mischievous deeds. Samantha glanced back and forth gauging how much longer until the teacher would wait before...

"Mr. Khushrenada!" the teacher's copy of the text slapped down on the podium at the front; the sound jerking Trieze awake. "The first day, I granted you leeway for your lack of participation since you are typically so vocal, the second day it was obvious you needed the nap, but this is the THIRD time in a row you seem to have decided to use my lecture for your beauty sleep! I think it is fair that I demand an explanation!"

Trieze did his best to shake his fatigue and dared not give Katja the satisfaction of an accusing glare. His voice was hoarse and he did not at all sound like his well composed self,

"I do apologize my father insisted I spend the night memorizing General George S. Patton's AD 1944, June 5th speech to the U.S. Third Army."

"And the two nights before?"

"Shine and sharpening every blade in his antique collection... which I'm still not finished with." he begrudgingly added.

"Oh really? And how many more do you have left?"

"Over Nine Thousand..." You could hear the agony in his voice acknowledging the impossible challenge he'd been burdened with after his father's discovery of the recent fashion experiment.

"What? Over Nine Thousand? Perhaps if this is expected to continue, you should consider excusing yourself from this class room. There is only so much exception that can be taken." He pointed to the door. With a great sigh Trieze packed his things and left.

The girls exchanged a worried glance as Mr. Santonia fetched his grade book to make an annotation in it.

...Lunch...

Milliardo searched the sea of students in the lunch room, confused as to where Trieze could be.

"Katja, was Trieze in 2nd period?"

"He was there, but the teacher kicked him out. Why?"

"He didn't come to Gym and I'm not seeing him now."

"Probably went to his car-thing to take a nap. His dad really got upset about the piercings, huh?" Samantha asked feeling guilty.

"Sir Godrick has always been a perfectionist. I'm sure Trieze will survive, but maybe I should go check if I need to be calling for a ride home." Both girls decided to join him.

...Out in the lot they found him unconscious slouched over the wheel of the HVG.

"Trieze... Trieze wake up." Milliardo climbed in the passenger side to give his shoulder a shake.

"...Carmilla...don't exaggerate the fruits...babies aren't for eating..." he grumbled, refusing to awaken as he blindly tried to fend Milliard off, resettling against the driver's door.

"Here I got it..." Katja climbed in over Milliardo, causing him to be painfully aware of the confining space as a fluttering rose in his chest. She slipped into a kneeling crouch pulling forth her over-sized noise canceling headphones and set them over Trieze's ears.

That woke him up; he almost hit Milliard with the headphones in the sudden jerk to tear them off.

"WHA! Oh, gods no..." he looked around at the three rubbing his face groggily, "Whatever you want, no." Trieze crossed his arms over his chest settling back against the door again to close his eyes.

"Trieze are you going to be able to drive me back later, or are you just sleeping here all day?" Milliardo could see the flash of pain wince across his face at the question.

"I would not be driving you if you are staying after," he gave a big yawn, "...because I have to report in to the Specials Academy for a system functions practical."

"What Specials Academy?" Katja looked confused at Milliardo, but Trieze answered her.

"War stuff..." he lazily pointed at the plastic covered uniform hanging next to her behind his seat.

"Oh..." there was a whistle followed by a shout outside the car.

"Hey sweetie babe! Waiting in line to get your corn-hole stuffed too?" It was Jason, duh.

"Wait a minute... who is he addressing?" Trieze's eyes cracked open, his befuddled tone sizzling off the hot plate of his wore-out temperament.

"...Me... We used to date, just ignore him." Samantha, who was the only one still standing outside the open passenger door admitted with an embarrassed blush. Trieze, not in any state to 'just ignore him', had already thrown open the driver's side door and was stepping out.

"Trieze...!" Recognizing that focused burning look in his deep blue eyes Milliardo was quickly clambering after him to attempt to restrain him from doing anything rash. Katja looked to Samantha then hurried out of the HVG to get her camera ready.

"You incomprehensibly miniscule piece of swine shit. It's so hard to tell if your erratic bovine orations are in fact derived from your insecure holdings on your testicles, something obvious from your constant need to check if they are still affixed, or simply from the complete retardation caused by your constant self manipulation uncoupled with any sort of relieving final punctuation!"

"What?" Jason seemed more offended by his own confusion then what had been said to him.

"I said, your inadequately sized, sound like a ball-less bull, and are incapable of ejaculating! Oh," He took a moment to ponder the distance just over Jason's head before returning to him with a villainous snarl, "...sorry, not incapable. Simply unable to do so with out female assistance! At that point, your scrotum has gotten so purple from holding itself that it veritably explodes at the first prodding, that is IF it hasn't already done so!"

Samantha couldn't help snickering, her and Jason's relationship might not have lasted long, but it was enough to know Casey hadn't been lying to Trieze about that. In fact the only reason their brief relationship lasted as long as it did was because Jason's inability to last had meant he was also unable to even try pressuring her onto a more serious level.

It didn't matter if Milliardo was fully prepared to stop Trieze, Jason launched forwards with his right fist leading.

A Really, really stupid move.

The younger, lankier blond was completely incapable of having any effect on the sudden out break of violence. It wasn't until Kevin came charging across the parking lot to help heave his friend back away from Trieze that the spat ended, especially since Jason had already lost even if he was still determined to get further battered. Both boys were bleeding; Trieze with a split lip and Jason with a shattered nose.

"This isn't fucking over!" Jason screamed struggling. "I will beat your ass, rich boy!"

"With what? That piece of shit you excuse as a high-performance vehicle?"

"Sure, why not! Even fucking Kev-kev here could beat that flashy shit SUV with his truck!"

"I'll take that bet, your both on! Why don't you come by the airstrip on the east side of town?"

"Your fucking on, asslicker!"

"Trieze," Samantha pulling his shirt, "You gotta get out of here!" looking towards the school Coach, one of the administrators and two other teachers were speeding towards the confrontation.

Without even thinking about it, he put a kiss on her cheek before hopping into his 'flashy shit SUV', and scrambled out of the parking lot...

Jason wasn't so lucky and ended up hauled back into the building by Coach for after school detention.

...at the Specials Academy...

Walter Harrington Jr. was still fervidly reviewing the technical manual when Trieze Khushrenada the 13th finally swept into the lecture hall for the exam, his impeccable dress ending at his haggard and still bleeding face.

"I have been studying for this for the past three weeks and I still don't know if I'm going to get half of it right!" Walter looked up at Trieze and did a surprised double take, "I see studying has been giving you a beating as well."

Trieze took his seat next to his close acquaintance with a heavy sigh,

"The truth, my dear Walter? I completely forgot we were going to be having this exam. Haven't looked at the book once."

"Then what happened to you?" he frowned, puzzled.

"My father sent me to a Public School."

"Ah..." Walter sighed with understanding as their instructor finally entered to distribute the test.

Some how Trieze still managed to score 10points higher then the rest of the class... even if, after the allotted time was up, the instructor had to fetch a packet of smelling salts to rouse him from the deep sleep he'd slipped into upon finishing.