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Chapter 2: The New Kid

Rubbing the bandaged spot on his forehead trying to erase the pain of the twelve stitches he got at the hospital, Darius stood outside his seventh grade math class he had already missed his first class of the day so he guessed that he be ok missing one class. D exhaled a deep breath before opening the door. As it creaked open most of the class turned their attention towards the young boy as he took a seat next a young girl with dark red hair with eyes that matched. She wore a long sleeve black shirt that pictured a girl with butterfly wings sitting on a stone slab of a throne with an dark sinister smile holding bloody knife in one hand and in the other and a grey and blue stuffed mouse with blood spots covering it on the front, and on the back of the shirt it showed the back of the throne a dead body on floor behind it. She also wore a long black skirt with a slight flowery look at the bottom of it and she smelled of a summers' rose that just been plucked right off the vine.

"Aw Mr. Shields I'm glad you made it here alright." A short middle aged woman with slightly graying black hair wearing a three piece red business suit with knee length skirt said to him stepping form behind her desk.

"I'm Mrs. Gillespie" the older woman said pointing towards the white board with her name written on it in somewhat sloppy cursive.

"Why don't you introduce yourself to the rest of the class if you don't mind?" she waved her arm motioning him that he could the floor all to himself.

With a reluctant sigh D dropped his backpack got up and headed to the front of the classroom, running his hand through his ash hair wondering how he do it. "Let's see, where do I start" he murmured

"Just tell us a little bit about where you came from and about yourself." Miss Gillespie Replied.

With a light swear in his native tongue he did as he was instructed "My name is Darius Kazuma Shields, but you can call me "D" or "DK", um, I just moved here from Japan cuz my daddy is now the CEO of the Nissan Corporation of America, I have two older brothers Tiger and Hawk, as well as two older sisters Felicia and Rini, and I also have four younger sisters; Jun, Vesu, Cera, and Patricia but we call her Para, um, my hobbies include dancing, martial arts and drawing, well that's my life so far hope you enjoy what's left of it" he said sarcastically as he took his seat again.

"Thank you Mr. Shields for that fascinating introduction, since you got here so late we've already started on the lesson for today" handing him a text book and a calculator. "Page 135 the whole section and it will be turned in at the end of the class. He spent most of his time doodling while listening to his mp3 player that he hide behind his hair, instead of finishing up the rest of the class work when most of the class had already turn theirs in.

"So you're from Japan, huh?" the soft seductive angelic voice said next to him. Turning his head towards the voice Darius say the redhead with both hands on her cheeks leaning across her desk pulling on one of his ear buds as he looked her in her eyes, those amber eyes that burned like liquid fire in his eyes.

"Yeah I am"

"It must be an awesome place to live."

"Nah, not really"

He sighed deeply "There's too much restriction going on there and way too many pervs there as well" running his hand through his thick luscious grey hair again this time it was to get his out of in front of his face.

"Oh yeah I didn't catch your name".

"Hmm…I never gave it, but since you asked its Amber Kennedy my mom and dad are the principle and assistant principle of this school."

"Ah, so I guess I have to be on my best behavior don't I"

"Well not really but I'd still be cautious arou-"

"I see that you're getting along with your new classmates Mr. Shields" Mrs. Gillespie interrupted as she stood in front hovering over her students. "Class is almost over Mr. Shields and I still don't have your work from the textbook, have you finished it or are you having difficulties with the assignment?"

"Uh....no I finished most of the assignment-" Darius replied

"I'm just helping him out with the rest of it; he seemed a little frustrated with one of the questions."

"No I wasn't I was doing just fine-"

"Ah Miss Kennedy I'm glad to see my star pupil be so generous to help out our new student." she promptly said "Just make sure he turns it in within 5 minutes before the bell rings otherwise I won't accept it."

"Yes ma'am" Amber cheerfully sang.

After his math class it was on to English and lunchtime. For Darius lunch was what seemed to be nothing more than a snack to him, he not only gained his mothers sleeping habits but her appetite as well. Grabbing a slice of pizza, two cups of fries and a basket of chicken wings he sat down with a couple of classmates that he became friends with during the first half of English. When he came to sit down beside them they all look at him as if he was nuts, "dude I know your new here but do know that lunch is only 15 minutes that's not enough time to finish 2 cups of fries, a slice pizza, and wings plus that soda" one of the guys named Jermaine said to Darius. Darius smiled widely bearing teeth like they were fangs from a wild animal and told them cheerfully "thankfully I have inherited my moms appetite so I know I'll be able to finish this in no time just watch" picking up the slice of cheese pizza that sat in the middle of his tray.

The pizza was gone within three bits, four at the most then he moved onto the wings and one by one he stripped them down to the bone like they and been in the oven longer than they needed to, and as for the both cups of fires it only took three minutes for Darius to devour them as if they had been some sort of candy. Jermaine and three other girls stared in awe of what D just accomplished. Five minutes into lunch and he was already done the rest of his time was chatting with his classmates seeing how they had gotten over his fast eating in no time. Most of their conversations were mainly random with the occasional questions about his past like: how many siblings he has? What kind of job his parents have? What's it like to live in a country that small, most of it was just small talk if you will.

When the bell rang for lunch to be over and for them to head back to class Darius and his new buddies decided to take there time doing so. So within a couple minutes the bell rang again indicating that the next lunch would start soon. The lunch system went according to the grades that the school supported which are the 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. Normally, like today the Darius and the rest of the 6th graders would eat lunch first, but on half-a-days or on major testing days the 8th graders would eat first. Knowing that the next grade level was coming soon the little group of five made their way back to class trying to come up with the perfect excuse to give to their teacher even though it wouldn't help because they would still be given detention for the rest of the week. The echo of laughter and voices came barreling towards the stairs which gave them a signal that the upper-classmen where coming.

With the one group heading up and the other heading down the inevitable happened, the 7th graders that passed by were your typical jocks with the exception of one which was the odd friend that was the brain/nerd of the bunch or the kid that they respected yet kept around to joke on. Their self-appointed leader was no other than the caption of the basketball, football, and American football team his name is Derrick and as he greeted the "fresh meat" as he put in the most sarcastic way possible he caught a glimpse of the ash hair and indigo eyes of Darius. Walking pass him Derrick grinned and slammed his big frame into Darius, smashing him against the railing of the stairs, placing one arm on Darius's head pushing it down on the other side of the rail and the other arm against the wall that connected to the stairs.

With a loud cry of shock the pain jolted through Darius with an intense force to the point of almost making him actually throw-up his lunch. It had only been a minute but Derrick stayed on him applying more and more pressure every time Darius tried to push him off. When that no longer worked the only thing he could think of doing was beating the guy off of him. Since his right arm was stuck between him and the metal railing he tried to use the left arm but ultimately failed when Derrick's buddy grabbed his arm slammed it in the railing almost breaking it. Meanwhile D's friends were yelling at Derrick to release Darius so they could get to class, but he wasn't listening. Most of his buddies just sat there and laughed as they watched from the sidelines. Grabbing a hand full of hair he jerked Darius's head up towards his own.

"Hey kid, I don't who you are but you better remember this day because the next time you look at me like that again your face will a bloody mess under my foot got that, good" Derrick saying it so bluntly yanking his head back even further then sending D's forehead into the huge thick metal bar.

At the moment of contact a lock of sorts shattered inside of him unleashing a terrible power, something no mortal could ever think of. At that moment D's eyes turn pure silver which made it seem like he fell unconscious as blood flowed from under the bandage down his face. Gasping in shock Jermaine and the others could only stand there and watch with their hands covering their mouths as though it was a process to join a gang or something. Finally Brittany spoke up and told Derrick to stop that that was enough because he won't have deal with him again. Oh, how little did she know that was so true.

When Derrick grabbed him by his neck and pulled D's lanky and weightless body up towards his face he had cocked his right arm back ready to give Darius his best "Iron Fist". Darius's form stayed limp being held up by Derrick's massive hand and right as it appeared that Derrick's fist was going to connect Darius's hand shot out from his left side halting his opponent's. It seemed that time had stopped altogether for Derrick who looked shocked, stunned, horrified but mostly surprised that this kid had stopped the famous "Iron Fist". He gazed into those eyes that looked as though he never had eyes in the first place those silver eyes that in certain lights gave the appearance of every color under the sun.

While Derrick's hazel eyes stared at Darius's cold almost lifeless silver eyes he hadn't noticed D's free hand met his chest, right at his heart and without any sign of speech D's palm flashed a black aura within that instance Derrick was thrown off the stairs and with a loud and heavy thud denting the little elevator that was used for the disabled students. Staggering to his feet but falling to his knees Derrick started to cough up a lot of blood leaning back against the elevator doors he glared back at the kid that stayed hovering in the position that he had held him at in a low confused and defeated voice Derrick asked "wha… what the hell are you?" watching D float down to his feet then felling unconscious. When Darius's feet touch the stone/metal steps time started flowing again.

To Brittany and the others it was like the moment Derrick jacked up D was the moment Derrick ended up on his ass knocked out cold with a small puddle of blood sitting in front of him. Derrick's buddies noticed that their leader wasn't in front of them so they looked around and saw that he was sitting before the dented elevator.

"Dude!" one of the guys shouted.

"What the hell happened?" another asked switching his gaze from the comatose Derrick to the seemingly lifeless Darius then back to Derrick. They ran over to Derrick and realized that he was still alive as pulled him to his feet and dragged "Big D" as they called him to the nurses' office.

"D…Darius? c…could you tell me what you did just know?" Brittany questioned placing her soft chocolate hand on his shoulder.

Turning and facing his peers they noticed that his eyes were no longer those beautiful shades of radiant indigo, but now those gleaming cold silver eyes that were not of this world. With a slight shrug Darius simply stated "I just sent him where he belongs."

"So you killed him?" Jermaine spoke up scratching his head while pushing a little of his black hair out of his faired skin face.

"No, I just knocked him out" D responded.

Shrugging switching her gaze between him and the others while shaking her "Oh…oookay" Sarafina another person who D had just befriended not too long ago, sighing in confusion.

"Well anyway we need to get to class before anything else bad happens" Brittany chimed in.

In silent nods everyone agreed and quickly headed up the stairs towards the sixth graders hall before the next bell rang signaling the next class to lunch. Half way down the hall D swayed back and forth walking to class then slammed into one of the lockers on the right hand side of the hallway alerting the others that something was not right with him. Feeling like his body was going to give way D placed his back against the locker and slid down to sit and rest almost allowing the darkness to consume his mind.

"D, are you alright!?" Sara asked leaning over him moving a chunk of her luscious raven black hair out of her caramel toned face and putting it behind her ear. Lifting his head up towards her getting a better look at her beautiful face, he simply said "Yea, I'm fine."

Helping D to his feet they started to back to class but Sara say that the color of his eyes weren't reverting back to that deep indigo that she and Brittany liked so much. When they entered the classroom all eyes were on them- well mainly Sarafina and the half conscious Darius for the fact that she was still holding him up by having her arm around his waist. Ms. Kindred a.k.a. "Mommy Kindred" asked them- well demanded them to see her at her desk like in that instance. She didn't need to say another word to this group as they stood in front of her, she was just waiting for any and every excuse they could think of or thought. Ms. Kindred wait almost fifth teen minutes for one of the five to say something but all they did was stare at the floor which did it for her. So parents tell their kids that 'when you're at school those teachers become your second parents so treat them with the same respect that you give us' with this particular teacher that become true, she remembers every single students' full name or as some call it "government name" without hesitation she called all of their names out through gritted teeth in a low angry yet slightly quiet voice. The voice only a mother would use.

"Jermaine Eleanor Torrent, Sarafina Eva-Torrez Dragston, Brittany Diamond Natasha, Nara Artemis Rinstein, Darius Kazuma Shields I want an answer or explanation for why the five of you are coming to class so late and a reason why Darius's face is covered with blood and I want it now."

After hearing their names called in that type of tone they looked at mommy Kindred and tried to some form of coherent language.

"You see mommy it's like this…" Brittany began.

"We were coming here but I stopped to…" continued Jermaine but was cut off.

"Help another student out with getting to the computer lab…" interrupted Sara.

"Yea so we showed 'em where it was…" Nara said putting her two cents into the excuse but was stopped by Ms. Kindred.

"Let me get this straight, all of you we coming to class after lunch and you were stopped by another student who asked for directions to the computer lab and it to 25-30 minutes to do this."

"Well that's about right" Sara retorted.

"Actually Ms. Kindred that's not what really happen…" D finally speaking after lifting his eyes to meet hers, at that moment Ms. Kindred knew something was wrong.

"I got in a fight with Derrick….and…and" he started to trail off as his body to began to go limp in Sara's grasp then hitting the ground.