~Author's Note~

Hello, sorry guys for the silly April Fools' day prank. I know, I'm a snake. I'm sorry! Hopefully you all like this chapter! ;) Thank you for all the reviews and support! Thank you to my silent readers as well ;) Love you all! Um I think maybe I should answer the question that Eri asked for many of you are probably wondering the same exact thing. Haha *Sweat drips from brow*...

Well, first off. Yeah the last chapters seemed rushed/uneventful but I am not loosing interest in this fic, I promise ;) It is just very hard to set the stage for the interesting chapters. Although I am an okay writer, I am not as good as I need to be for this fic especially. I never thought of them being a little butchered before, but I see what you mean. Yeah, it's hard to get my mind in that state of properly explaining while keeping the reader curious.

Anyways, moving on to your other questions, Out in the Countryside is more of a side fic. I feel that if I don't feel like writing all my other ones, it's sort of a rebound. I do plan on updating it sometime soon though, in fact, I was working on the next chapter the other day. Big Brother and Little Sister is in sort of a haitus as I am all of ideas for now. But I have the feeling to want to write it ;) Sorry for all the trouble babe :$$$

Sincerely,

~Ms. AtomicBomb

Lancelot squeezed past the crowd and managed to enter the washroom, where Gilgamesh had remained for some reason. He pushed the blue door opened and entered with rage written all over his face. He saw that Gilgamesh just stood there, as if he had been stuck in time and then the red eyes of the man flickered to Lancelot.

"What?" He barked, "What do you want, mad dog?" Gilgamesh seemed to give this stupid nickname to the tall and violet-haired man. Lancelot guessed it was because he went berserk at times when he was extremely mad—and this was most definitely one.

Lancelot clenched his jaw and grit his teeth as he took a step closer to the shorter blond male, "I am about to cave your face in."

Gilgamesh scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Sure, have fun with that." This kid was too cocky for his own good, and one day, it was going to be the death of him (figuratively speaking, that is).

A fist was lifted in the air much too quickly for Gilgamesh to react and it landed right on his pretty ruby eye, "Maybe you'll look better with a little purple."

"What the hell?" Gilgamesh groaned as he stumbled back and wanted so badly to cover his eye but the skin was sensitive, and he would just cause himself pain, "What the literal—"

"I told you not to mess with Arturia last time, didn't I?"

"You bloody snake. Son of a bitch," Gilgamesh tried not to remain in his hurting state and he started to lift his fist to hit the taller male.

Lancelot dodged and smirked, "You already said I was a mad dog." He lifted his hands again to start a fight, but Gawain stepped in and pulled Lancelot out of the washroom, leaving Gilgamesh yelling to himself, "I had him." Lancelot hissed at the blonde male that was pulling him down the hallway with all the strength he had.

"You got a good punch, now let him go." Gawain glared up at him, "You shouldn't have done that, goodness." He was starting to feel as if he was the babysitter of the group, always watching out for what his friends did—considering he was the joker of them all.

"Where are we off to?" Guinevere had seemed to be following them since they had left the washroom, "Did you beat the snobby kid up?"

"Let's just say he is going to have a black eye for a week or more." Lancelot smirked in triumph.

"Damn right he is," Gawain laughed, "Had to save him from getting hurt even more by the 'mad dog'."

Guinevere laughed and wrapped her arms around the boys' before dragging them down to the cafeteria again.

:~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~:

"Sir, you're hurting me," Arturia bit the inside of her cheek as the grip on her wrist was as tight as Gilgamesh's had been.

Her hand was dropped like a hot potato upon the male having heard the words and then he opened the door to the infirmary for her, "Sorry," He did not even glance at her as she passed by him and entered the room.

"It's okay," She mumbled as he let go of the door so it could close behind him. She looked down at her wrists and noted that they were red and she could almost make out a hand imprint on her pale skin, hopefully they would not bruise over.

"Sit." He instructed and she did as asked.

Arturia sat down on the bed and looked up at him as he went to a cabinet to take out something and then made his way to the fridge. When he turned around, her had a sort of cream and some ice.

"What were you thinking?" He seemed visibly angry. His brows were furrowed, his jaw still clenched and a look in his eyes that frightened her a little.

"I wasn't going to just sit and watch him spread rumors about me…" Arturia crossed her arms over her chest and huffed as she looked away.

Diarmuid set the stuff down on a table next to him and ran a hand through his hair, "That still doesn't excuse the fact that you entered the male washroom! If it weren't for the gossipers I wouldn't have known. What were you thinking? Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?"

"I had it under control," she glared at the man before her.

"It sure did not seem like it when I got there. He had you pinned to the damn stall and you call that 'under control'?"

"If you had waited a second before you entered, he would be on the floor crying." She defended.

"That's not the point. The point is that you shouldn't be in there." He looked away, eyes still in slits.

Arturia blinked, "Why do you even care so much?"

The dark-haired male turned to her and furrowed his brows, "Because I am your teacher and I have to make sure my students behave."

"And nothing else?"

He looked at her wrists, there was hesitation before his answer came, "No," he picked up the cream and ice and then handed them to her, "Put the cream on and after that, head to the principal's office."

"But why am I the one getting in trouble?" She opened the cream and put it on her wrists.

Diarmuid sighed, "It is protocol." He answered her plainly, blinking orange eyes and pursing pale lips into a disappointed line.

Arturia rolled her eyes as she finished applying the cream and then stood from the bed, she took the ice from the bed and then a step closer to the man. He wasn't too far from her to begin with, since the table was rather close to the bed. They were a fair distance apart, not an arm's length away but not any closer than a standard ruler either, "Is not dating students also protocol?"

The Irishman took a step back and gulped, "Not to mention a breach of morality and ethics as well." A blush was starting to spread across his cheeks, setting ablaze with a sweet pink shade the colour that of dusty light pink chalk. He had to keep reminding himself that she was, in fact, his student every time that she looked at him with daring eyes, "You know, there's a camera in this room." He warned.

"So what?" She smiled a little deviously up at him.

A loud beeping resonated in the room and then a message came, "Arturia Pendragon, report to the Principal's office, Arturia Pendragon." The intercom was loud enough to make Diarmuid jump back and Arturia tilt her head towards it.

"People have the worst timing, right?" She glanced back at the handsome man.

He did not respond and so she made her way out of the infirmary without another word. Some people—mostly seniors—watched her take her walk of shame to the main office. But instead of looking like a dog with its tail between its legs, she looked like a King walking to their throne. Her head was held high and she was practically strutting down the hallway.

Some people were complementing her while others were sending short insults. The guys were the ones praising her, while the girls were murmuring rude comments under their breaths. Her favourite complement seemed to be 'What a badass' and her favourite insult was 'I can't believe she punched Gilgamesh'. She did not even know where these types of rumors came from for she had never been able to land a punch on him in the washroom, but it brought her some sort of fake infamy and it was always good to be known as someone who could kick ass.

Except…when she arrived at the Principal's office, after knocking and opening the wooden door, Gilgamesh was already there and sure enough, he held ice to his face and glared at her with his remaining eye.

Whoever punched him deserves a high-five, she thought before she was instructed to sit down next to Gilgamesh.

"Do you mind explaining yourself, Miss Pendragon?" The principal that was clad in gold crossed her legs.

Arturia turned to Gilgamesh and blinked, "Well…"

"You are aware that we do not tolerate violence or bullying in this school, yes? Gilgamesh told me that you entered the washroom and punched him out of the blue. You have broken two rules, young lady. First, you should not bully other children and you should also not enter the male washroom as you are a female—no matter how brute you are."

The high schooler's jaw dropped as she heard the clear sass and insult that the principal had thrown at her, "Excuse me? Either way, he started it! You are saying that our school does not tolerate bullying yet he was the one that started spreading rumors about me! I see no justice. Verbal bullying hurts my mental wellbeing, and you are saying that only because the scars don't show it's not important? With all due respect, Miss Holly Grail, I have the right to sue the school if you do not reprimand his actions as well."

The principal kept silent.

"Miss, I did no such thing," Gilgamesh defended, "As I have already stated—and I have the proof for it—she entered the male washroom and punched me square in the face. I ask for her suspension as minimum punishment."

"No. If you suspend me, you suspend him too. Verbal abuse and bullying is just as bad as physical. I admit that it was my mistake to have punched him, but it is better to have one enemy than the entire school sending you glares and saying such sickening things about you." Arturia crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Gilgamesh.

The principal sighed and shook her head, "No one will get suspended, but you will have detention for the rest of the week and I will have to make a call to your parents. You are excused,"

Dammit, Arturia shut her eyes and slowly stood from the chair. The principal wrote down some slips for them and they each took one before exiting the office. Once out of the main directory, Arturia turned to Gilgamesh and glared at him, "So who actually punched you? Did you do it yourself?"

The blonde male laughed sarcastically, "For sure. Why don't you ask around, maybe someone could tip you off. Unless, you like all the attention."

Arturia sent one last glare before heading towards the closest staircase. She angrily stomped up the stairs and headed for her locker before heading off to class. The bell had rung while she was inside the principal's office, which means that she would have to silently enter her English class so that only the teacher would know of her presence.

Of course this was impossible after the entire school had heard her name being called through the intercom. There was no room that could have been saved from the announcement, so when she opened the door all eyes were attentively on her as she quietly walked in. She sat at her seat and the classroom was still looking her way.

What was worse than being stared at by the entire class was being scolded by your best-est friend, and that was awaited Arturia when she dragged herself to her last period class. The poor green-eyed blonde walked in on her friend sitting at their usual table with her arms crossed over her chest and a stern look on her sweet face that did not fit her at all.

"Hey," Arturia waved as she sat next to the other female.

"Don't just 'hey' me. I heard you entered the male's washroom, punched Gil and then kneed him before being dragged out of the washroom—against your will—kicking and screaming by our Chem teacher."

"Is that what they're saying?" Arturia almost laughed at the kicking and screaming part, "What am I, delusional?"

"Well, I do hope those are all just rumors. But one of them has to be true. Oh and apparently that's how you broke up with him."

"I entered the washroom, yes. I did not punch Gilgamesh, but I took the credit. I almost kneed him for having pinned me to the stall. And, yes, sir did drag me out, albeit not kicking and scream like someone being sent to a psych ward." Arturia counted on her fingers, "Finally, but certainly not least, we were never dating to begin with."

Jeanne dropped her head and held it with her hands, "I was only gone for lunch and this is what happens? What am I going to do with you?"

Before they could continue talking, they were interrupted by the bell and the tall teacher starting his lesson. Throughout the entire class time, he would shoot short glares at Arturia, making her a little bit irritated by the end of the class.