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Story Title: Eyes Of The Powerful.

Story Rating: M.

Chapter Rating: T.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Damn bastards.

Last time:"So. When do I start?"

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"Ne, ne! Did you hear about the new trainer?" a red-haired teen exclaimed, jumping up and down enthusiastically. His best friend looked towards him with a curious glance.

"No. So soon?" the black-haired teen said, then immediately sighed in sudden understanding.

"Who was it this time?" he questioned a look of exasperation on his face as he faced his hyper friend. The red-head gave him a toothy grin as he hopped and skipped down the hall. He giggled as he kicked up his feet into a walking handstand and turned so he faced his friend.

"Tezuka-Buchou nya~" he said, amusement glittering in his large eyes. The black-haired teen sighed and shook his head.

"Again? Doesn't he know how to hold back?"

"Hmm.. I don't think so Oishi. He's just too powerful, nya~" the red-head said, smiling. He giggled again, bouncing up and joining his friend in walking. Oishi sighed again; something he seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

"We've only been here for two months! It's not like we've had any experience in controlling our powers and we practically know nothing of their origins nor do we know how to control them. If Tezuka continues to release his pent up energy like this, he'll hurt the next teacher. Again."

His companion just giggled in response.

"It's okay. It makes everything so much more interesting. But I wonder… who's the teacher this time around nya?" he questioned glancing at his friend.

"I don't know. I didn't know they had already got another teacher so soon. Tezuka only rendered the last one hospitalized… what? Two days ago?" he questioned. He got a light shrug in response.

"Something like that. Time flies when you're having fun nya~." Oishi gave him a look at that and his gaze hardened as he glanced in front of him, looking at nothing in particular as he spoke.

"If we get kicked out of this school, Eiji… this is the last place. If we're out of here; that's it. We'll have to be separated… or worse. You know that." he said as he gave his friend a glance and saw as the red-head tensed significantly.

"I know Oishi." he said, in a much too serious tone, that Oishi wondered if he even heard correctly. But as soon as the serious and grave look appeared it left and was replaced with one of enthusiasm and mischief.

"Come on nya~ Lets tell the others about our new toy!" he yelled, grabbing Oishi hands and bounding down the hall. The black-haired teen struggled to keep up with the enthusiastic teen but never-the-less had a warm smile on his face.

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"Hmm... So I'm number fifteen, huh?"

Ryoma questioned lazily as he lounged in the leather chair gazing at his brother from the corner of his golden eyes. His self proclaimed brother nodded absently, a rare serious look gracing his face as he spoke while looking at the wall in front of him. It looked as if he were searching for answers to whatever question he was thinking of, and when it brought none he sighed and looked at Ryoma.

"Thank you Ryoma. You were my original choice for a teacher but since you refused, I had to choose another- or in this case, others. They all have incredible potential, but they're a little… violent." he said, pausing slightly so he could get the right words. Ryoma lifted a perfectly sculpted onyx eyebrow, eyes blank.

"Hmm, is that so? They didn't last long, did they?" he said, a smirk in place as he took another bite of the orange. Ryoga sighed.

"I just don't know what to do anymore. They were ordered by the High Council to attend this school, since they seemed to use their powers for more violent reasons, and oddly enough they all are elementals. Even more odd they are fairly well developed, despite the lack of instruction, or supposed real knowledge of what they possess. Regardless, you know how the High Council is: even if the kids have limitless potential, they are not controlled and the High Council will see it as a threat eventually, especially given that they are elementals and rather good ones at that. "

"Violent, you said?" Ryoma inquired, raising his eyebrow once more. Ryoga nodded.

"Hai. Tezuka Kunimitsu is their leader."

"Hmm…" Ryoma muttered, thinking as he absently bit into his orange. Ryoga watched his self-proclaimed younger brother for a moment before whispering softly, eyes looking at the other.

"It seems they are quite like you, ne?" He received a sharp golden glare from Ryoma in return. Ryoga cast his gaze to the side of the room, not meeting the others hard gaze.

"Perhaps." He gritted out, "But I was not looking for a fight or fighting for the sake of fighting. I had something to fight for." he said, his eyes narrowed at the black-haired man refusing to meet his glare.

"They are fighting for something as well, Ryo. What, I don't know. But I have a feeling that you will find out." he said as he moved away from the wall he was leaning against. He looked at Ryoma, eyes searching for something and Ryoma met his gaze with his own, never blinking.

The older sighed a bit, though a soft smile twisted at his lips as he walked over to his desk. Picking up a tan folder off of it, he handed it to Ryoma quietly, gazing at the other intently as the younger took it from his hands. Ryoma gave him a look and sat up, moving to sit on the desk so that Ryoga could sit on his chair.

"This is?" Ryoma questioned, his curiosity getting the best of him as he opened it and scanned the files within.

"From Kai-sama." Ryoga said simply.

He eyed Ryoma as he tensed and scowled, immediately shutting the folder and slamming it back on the desk he was now sitting on.

"Of course. I figured he would pull some shit like this while I was here-" he was cut off by a loud knock to the door.

Ryoga eyed the door curiously when his younger brother turned his gaze toward it. He watched as Ryoma slowly smirked and nodded to him, assuring no one dangerous was outside the door separating the two of them from the person in the hall.

"Come in." He announced curtly, still giving the door a curious look, as well as his brother.

The door slowly opened and a teen emerged from the hallway. His eyes were closed, a pleasant smile etched on his face. Silky brown haired brushed against his shoulders, his body lithe but muscled. His skin was pale, but unblemished. He was a beauty really, though he seemed far too innocent. Seemed, being the key work of course. Ryoma eyed him with a curious golden gaze. The teen was very fake with his emotions, seemingly preferring to take to an innocent façade, and it made Ryoma interested in him.

He hummed lightly in thought, glancing at Ryoga from the corner of his eyes as the older tensed. He shifted his gaze toward the fake teen once again, resisting the urge to giggle as he did so. Ryoga obviously was quite weary of this teen with the fake smile.

Interesting, He mused with a vicious smirk.

"Hello, Principle. I'm here to escort the new trainer to Class A, as you requested." The brown-haired teen said, smile never faltering as he spoke. Ryoga eyed him warily and seemed to hesitate before responding.

"Fuji, I do believe I requested-"

"He was… unable to make it. I kindly offered to do so myself, though. It's alright isn't it?" he asked, smile never wavering as he opened his eyes at the last part and stared straight at Ryoga. The older tensed, eyes slowly becoming a bit glazed as he stared at the other. Ryoma stared at the cold blue eyes of the teen before grinning. This one was interesting, indeed.

Does he realize his own powers I wonder? He thought to himself as he grinned.

Fuji immediately caught sight of the grin and gave a hard stare to the boy. He seemed to be younger than him by only a year or two, at most. He eyed him, curious. The boy was not scared of him; if anything, he was amused.

How odd, he thought absently though his eyes were sharp as they narrowed ever-so slightly before closing once more, half moons taking their place. A simple smile stretched along his pale face, slightly tensed muscles forcefully relaxing as he felt the gaze of the younger teen.

"This is?" Ryoma questioned as he continued to stare at Fuji, grin never leaving his face. He crossed his legs gracefully, eyes never blinking as he stared. His lips twitched a bit more, knowing that the fact that he was sitting on the principal's desk was indeed a very compromising position. He laughed to himself, knowing that the brown-haired teen would most-likely bring it up soon enough.

Ryoga, finally coming back from his trance blinked, looking at Ryoma who gave him a sharp glance from the corner of his eye.

"Uh…"

"Introduce me." Ryoma demanded simply, his voice soft but emotionless. Ryoga coughed as he collected his thoughts once more.

"Oh, yes, so sorry. This is Fuji Syuuske." Ryoma smirked as he eyed the teen.

"Hmm… Is that so?" he said.

Ice blue eyes opened slowly as he looked at the teen intently. After a moment, Fuji's face seemed to turn into a bit confused and frustrated. Ryoma started laughing at him as he jumped down from the desk and gave him an interested look.

"Ryoga, I do believe they have been lying to you; at least to some degree. While some-or most- of the new students can't control their powers, Fuji certainly can. Well, barley." he said, amusement tinted in his voice though he gazed at the other with an impassive face.

Fuji was relaxed outside, but he was boiling inside.

How dare he. He knew? How? He silently fumed, eyes still sharp but his face suddenly becoming emotionless.

"Don't hurt yourself, Syuuske. I won't enter a trance, no matter how hard you try." Ryoma said, a bored look gracing his face as he gave him one last look then dismissed him as he turned his gaze toward Ryoga.

"So?"

"Uh... Oh yes. Fuji you may escort Echizen here to the training room." Fuji's eyes widened as he looked at Ryoga.

"He's… the new teacher?" he questioned slowly. Ryoga nodded, but Fuji couldn't believe what he was hearing.

This boy was supposed to be their new toy?

Slowly, a dark and sadistic grin pulled at his mouth as his eyes opened once more and looked at Ryoma.

"Interesting." he stated simply.

His gaze narrowed a bit however as the younger gave an equally dark smile, cruelty coloring his golden gaze ever-so slightly. The younger spoke to him directly, voice an almost purr.

"Let's meet the rest of my… students, shall we?"

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edited: 1/1/15

Still cringing.