Whoever decided it was a good idea to have the freshmen eat lunch with the seniors today needed to be riddled with arrows. Dark's eyes scanned over the chaos, observing everything. It was obviously intended that the seniors would approach the freshmen in a friendly manner, invite them to eat lunch with them, and forge a friendship that would help the freshmen overcome the difficulties of their first year of high school. However, the plan failed to take into account that no senior would ever want to be caught dead talking to a freshmen outside of a club...EVER. The upperclassmen had already split into their pre-determined cliques, leaving the freshmen to scramble about, desperate to find a seat where they would be considered "cool" or "popular". Dark didn't really give a shit about any of that, he just wanted to sit with someone he could tolerate. His eyes landed on Rhea, but Petrus and her pesky "bodyguards" where also there and he didn't think he was considered popular enough to sit with the "Princess of the Freshmen". Moving along he noticed a seat open next to Griggs, but it was also by Patches Hyena. Patches was someone called a "getter", meaning he obtained things for students, things that weren't always..."allowed". He liked to call himself Trusty Patches, but Dark knew all he was, was a conniving piece of shit. Dark refused to associate himself with that ass and continued on. He was hoping to find the Izalith sisters, but failed to locate them in the ruckus. Eventually, he gave up and sat down at a mostly empty table in the far corner, there was a lone girl sitting at the other end, but he decided to pay her no mind.

He wished Solaire and Lautrec were there, but they didn't have lunch until afterwards. He sighed and figured he would power through it. It was only for today, tomorrow they had different lunch blocks and would be allowed to eat on the roof or in certain other areas if they wanted. He unwrapped his sandwich and began slowly chewing on one of the two slices. Solaire had stopped him in the halls and handed it to him, neatly wrapped in tinfoil and with a juice-box in a brown paper bag. Dark took it without asking any questions, it was better and healthier not to question Solaire. As he ate he became aware of the changing atmosphere. The conversation in his general area devolved into quite murmurs and he could feel some people staring at him, especially from down the table. He turned slightly to the other occupant and found a pair of red eyes looking back. Her pale skin and snow white hair, combined with her odd eye color meant she was probably an albino. When she noticed Dark staring back at her a rather large blush appeared on her cheeks and she quickly turned her head back to the book in her hands. She didn't seem to have a lunch.

"Souls." Dark turned away from her and cocked his head.

"Souls!" Was someone calling him?

"Souls, get your ass over here!"

Dark whipped around and scanned the room until his eyes fell a few tables back, and onto the ladyman glaring at him. Dark groaned inwardly and, against his better judgment, slowly rose and sauntered over.

"Waddya want, Gwinny?" he asked, unamused. "Don't call me that!" Gwyndolin Cinders hissed, "And I should be asking that to you." Dark noticed that the lean, dark haired, feminine-looking youth had managed to snag a seat with a few popular seniors. Nobody was paying attention to the two freshmen, leaving Dark at Gwinny's mercy. Being the principle's brother had some perks.

"I mean, I know you're not very bright, Souls," he went on as Dark half listened, "But even I thought you knew better than to commit social suicide on the first day." At this, Dark raised his eyebrow and shot a questioning look at Gwyndolin, who sighed like a teacher with an idiotic student. "You sat down with Her." Both of them looked back at the white-haired girl, who still had her nose in that book and was oblivious to the both of them. Once more Dark gave Gwyndolin a questioning look, causing the slender youth to sigh and rub his temple. "That's Priscilla Scaleless." He explained slowly, as if speaking to a mentally handicapped child.

"Scaleless? As in, she's that Chem teacher's kid?"

"Yes, and I know you don't know the circumstances behind her butblahblahblahblah…"

Dark tuned Gwinny out and observed the silent girl. She had pressed herself as far as she could against the wall and kept her eyes downcast with her long white hair obscuring her face. It was as if she was trying to hide herself from the rest of the room. Some strange emotion flared up within Dark and he was filled with the urge to protect her from whatever cruel thing she was seemingly hiding from. He was brought out of his stupor by Gwyndolin's snapping fingers.

"Were you even listening, you dolt."

Receiving a blank stare, Gwyndolin sighed and pinched his nose. "Listen, just stay away from her. She's far more trouble than she's worth." With that he turned away from Dark and resumed his chat. Dark himself sauntered back to his table, contemplating Gwinny's words.

'Sounds like he really doesn't like this girl, huh.' He thought to himself. Suddenly, a wicked thought crept into his brain. He smiled and decided to entertain this idea. He looked over at the other half of his sandwich, and then at the solitary girl in the corner. He stood up, walked over, and placed the food before her. She looked up in surprise and gave him a confused look. He simply shrugged and gave an apathetic reply, "You looked hungry. Eat it cause it looks like lunch is about over." He then turned on his heel and began walking away, inwardly feeling pleased with himself.

'I get to piss Gwinny off AND look like a cool badass, this is a good day.' His revels were cut short as he bumped into someone and bounced off of them and straight onto his ass.

"Hey, watch it punk!" A gargling voice rang out. Dark stood up and brushed himself off, "Maybe lose a couple of pounds, fatass." He mumbled. Suddenly, he was grabbed by his collar and a very ugly face was thrust before his. "Whaddya just say ya little jackass!" Dark glared back before slapping away the larger boy's hand. "As much as I would love to stay and chat, I've got Gym." And with that, Dark left the cafeteria, and the seething boy, behind.

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Dark pushed open the gymnasium doors and sauntered over to the group of students huddled in the center. He stood by himself until Quelaag sidled up next to him with a teasing grin on her face. "So, Hero-boy, I heard you picked a fight with one of The Demons. On the first day no less." Dark said nothing, but gave her a questioning look. She sighed and explained, "The Demons are the most fearsome street gang in Lordran. Most of them attend LPA, including their leader, Drake Hellkite. As a matter of fact, they offered to let me join, but I declined and sent them packing. That guy you bumped into was apparently a member, and since your little squabble happened right after the entire cafeteria give your lunch to poor little Priscilla Scaleless…Well you know how the rumor mill works." Suddenly, a shrill whistle broke through the air, and a large, muscular man walked in. Quelaag's eyes widened

"Alright maggots, welcome to gym class. I'm your instructor Mr. Johnson, and-"

"OMIGODOMIGODOMIGOD" Mr. Johnson jumped back as Quelaag dashed up to him, squealing in a very un-Quelaag like fashion. "Mr. Johnson, I am like, your biggest fan. It is such an honor to meet you. I remember your match against The Tower in '08. That was pay-per-view at its best. Will you sign my face?" Mr. Johnson gave a sheepish smile while Dark just stared incredulously at the spectacle before him.

"What the actual fuck?" was all he could manage. Quelaag whipped around and glared at him. "How could you not know Havel 'The Rock' Johnson? He's the greatest pro-wrestler ever! He once beat Flame Lurker O'Hare in two rounds. He once bodied five men AT THE SAME TIME. He lifted a 200 pound boulder LIKE IT WAS FUCKING NOTHING! He even almost won the title belt." Dark simply stared at her like she was a maniac and responded.

"You know that shit's fake, right?"

Quelaag and Mr. Johnson gasped as if their mothers had been slapped. Mr. Johnson blew his whistle at Dark, "Twenty laps, maggot!" He demanded, "NOW!" Dark bolted to the perimeter of the gym and preceded to run around like an idiot. By the time he had finished, the period was over.

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Dark walked out of his history class and joined the throng of students headed towards the final assembly. As he entered the gym, he saw that the bleachers had been pulled out and were seating all the upperclassmen, while the freshmen were being seated in folding chairs by the front. As he took his seat, the lights suddenly cut out. Then, just as suddenly, a lone spotlight illuminated the center of the stage. Basking in the ray was a tall, young man with a wild shock of red hair. He was wearing a golden colored uniform and all the girls in the audience began screaming when they saw him.

"Greetings fellow students!" he began with an overly dramatic flourish, "I am the Student Body Council President, Leonard Lionheart Ornstein III, and I welcome you to Lordran Private Academy, alongside my constituents, Artorias Walker, Ciaran Lordsblade, Gough Hawkeye, and Smough Hammer." As he spoke their names, more spotlights shone down and revealed each person. Artorias was a tall and sullen looking boy, Ciaran was a small and fragile looking girl, Gough stood a few heads above the others and had his eyes closed, and Smough was probably fatter than the punk from lunch time. Ornstein continued with his speech, eventually getting to the finale, "And now we will invite each freshmen up by order of last name to receive their uniforms, gym uniforms, student handbook, ID, and a handshake. Please come when you are called. Adam Andrews…" The students marched up diligently, receiving their belongings, and shaking Ornstein's hand while he spoke to them, before he called the next student up. When Priscilla shuffled up to him, he gave her his trademark smile, "Ms. Scaleless, welcome, I'm glad you decided to join us here at LPA. Your father must be proud. Though, I do hope you get into far less trouble than him though." Priscilla kept her head down and quickly hurried off. Ornstein simply turned back and called the next student on the list. "Lyle Souls."

Dark sauntered up, received his stuff, and shook Ornstein's hand. The president gave a smaller smile, "Already making waves on your first day. Those are some serious stones if you're all but directly challenging Hellkite's crew. I also hear you've befriended both Ms. Thorolund and the school's resident wallflower. Do me a favor and try not to screw up too hard. It would be a shame to womanizers everywhere." Dark glared at him before stalking off.

He already didn't like this guy.

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Dark, Solaire, Lautrec, Annie, and Oscar walked out the school gates. Oscar and Lautrec placed their hands on Dark's back and led him along, teasing him. Meanwhile, an angry pair of eyes watched them.

"I'm gunna get that little shit, and prove myself to Boss Drake, keheheh."

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Priscilla Scaleless sat alone in the art room. In her hands she held something wrapped in tin foil. She stared at it, unmoving, as if it was going to bite her. Questions were racing through her mind. Who was that boy? Why had he given this to her? Did he know about her? Did he know she was a monster? Suddenly, her stomach growled and before she could think, she brought it up to her mouth and took a bite out of his sandwich. It was really good. She then took another, and another, and another, until she was too absorbed in eating to notice Ms. Velka in the doorway, looking upon her with a loving smile.

CHAPTEREND

Tired. Took forever. Working on chapter 4. R&R pls. Thank you. Must Sleep.