[Fic] [Round 6] God Save Our School, PG-13
Yes, so, I had so many ideas for an AU setting but I thought a simple yet effective way to illustrate the relationships of the KKM gang will suffice for the first post.
It is a school environment that involves dorming. The relationships are the same in that Yuri and Murata already know each other. Wolfram, Conrad, and Gwendel are still siblings and are comrades of Gunter, etc.
So…enjoy, I hope!
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“Ah and this is your class room for first period. It’s early enough before class so you may mingle with some of your fellow students, Yuri.”
Yuri blinked upon staring at the class room number sensing his palms heating with hesitance and excitement. “Thanks for showing me around, Conrad. I never expected the head of the student council himself to help me,” the smaller of the two exclaimed, glancing upward with admiration. “I appreciate it.”
The brunette smiled with a quirk to his lips. “Well, we rarely get transfers during the middle of the year and you are labeled as being our star baseball boy,” Conrad murmured, motioning with his hand toward the windows, which held a view of the school’s diamond field. “I need to look after you.”
With a sheepish laugh, Yuri added, “I don’t think I’m star material, Conrad.”
“Well, we’ll see soon enough,” the young man chuckled. “Now then, let’s see your class room, shall we?”
Yuri’s feet tickled and he restrained himself from bounding in. He waited for the door to open entirely before stepping forward at Conrad’s behest.
The class room was highly sophisticated and shone more brightly than Yuri’s previous public school. The students were clad fashionably with school uniforms and various adornments that signified their importance in a particular field or club. They were undoubtedly pampered to the fullest extent and stuffed with high upbringing.
Though they were chatting prior to Yuri’s entrance, they bit their tongues as their eyes slid toward the front of the room. Murata was the first to grin and shout, “Hey, Shibuya! I didn’t know you had a class with me.”
Yuri smiled and relaxed at the familiar face from childhood. “Hey, Murata.”
His eyes rested on Murata but curiosity tugged his eyes to scan the other students. One in particular rendered him breathless.
A boy with an unusually well crafted feminine complexion lazed in his seat, twirling a pen to alleviate the obvious ennui he suffered from. His eyes were large emerald gems shaded with many thick strokes of eyelashes and his head cradled a bed of gold woven curls.
The boy sensed Yuri’s eyes and his head snapped in response. The boy’s nose wrinkled in distaste as his eyes digested Yuri’s disposition. With a blatant snort, the blonde jerked his head away, noise pointing upward in disapproval.
Yuri frowned.
“Everyone, listen up,” Conrad’s demanded, his voice stomping the whispering into submission. “This is Yuri Shibuya, the new student that you all have been expecting. Treat him nicely as this is his first time at a dorm school.”
“Nice to meet you,” Yuri greeted and bowed respectfully. “I’m Yuri Shibuya as Conrad stated.”
The other classmates reacted in mixture. Most smiled in kind and replied heartedly, few seemed to pay no heed to Yuri, and one particular blonde glowered.
“I’ll help him out after this period, Conrad,” Murata suggested, gesturing for Yuri to near him. “I’m sure Mr. von Voltaire is needing your help.”
Conrad agreed, offered Yuri another token of luck, and departed with a wave.
Approaching Murata now, Yuri’s eyes continuously darted to the side where the glaring set of emerald eyes trailed him like a predator. “Uh, hi Murata. Why are you here? Isn’t this a bit of an easy class for you?” Yuri inquired, distracting himself from the threat. “Not that I know but that’s what I heard when I registered.”
Murata lightly shrugged and replied, “I need this as a requirement for general courses. I don’t mind though. I got you now, don’t I? Let me introduce you.”
Various students approached Yuri as Murata properly introduced them and their level of skill or position at the school. Appreciative of the kind welcome, Yuri replied likewise, eager to socialize.
However, a bitter voice cooed, “Is it true a wimp like you is going to bring out team’s rank up?”
The others glanced to the side at the boy. Murata frowned and whispered into Yuri’s ear, “That’s Wolfram von Bielefeld. His bite is stronger than his bark. He’s a brat but he’ll take you down so watch out for him.”
Yuri toughened his face and narrowed his eyes in an effort to weaken Wolfram’s insulting remark. “Well…I don’t know. I’ll do the best I can though.”
“What nonsense. You either know or don’t know,” Wolfram pressed, legs crossed and back reclining into the seat, displaying his arrogance like a prince.
“I can’t tell you about something that has not happened yet.”
The reply sprang Wolfram’s hair up like an insulted feline. “Hmph. You’re from the low class of society aren’t you? The kind that don’t have a lot but assert that they appreciate things more than others.”
Taken aback, Yuri blinked. “What does my class mean? Your class doesn’t define you,” he retorted, tensing in apprehension.
“It means everything here, wimp.”
“Now, now,” Murata interjected, smiling nervously. “Let’s welcome Shibuya here. He’s new.”
Wolfram waved a dismissive hand and uttered with venom, “The pungent aroma of his upbringing disgusts me. No doubt his own mother is saucy and walking the streets as we speak. He’s an insult to this school.”
SLAP!
The students cried out in disbelief and huddled closer. The sound reverberated throughout the classroom even after the blow had been stamped, delivered, and received.
Wolfram’s right curve of his face brightened and swelled with both rage and injury. His eyes, though wide in disbelief, harbored his offense and alarm. In a fluid motion and with rapid speed, he sprang forth from his desk, poised.
Before him, Yuri breathed heavily, his arm still poised from the vicious slap he had just delivered. He straightened his back and mimicked Wolfram’s position, balanced for fight.
Murata pressed the palm of his hand to his face and sighed in distress.
“Oh, boy.”
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Yes, by “walking the streets”, Wolfram was insinuating prostitution XD
I don’t know but perhaps this will be continued throughout as part of a mini chapter regarding Yuri’s first day (for the challenge, that is)? Unsure. Conrad isn’t exactly a student but if I post another part, I’ll get to that XD
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first part of this at any rate. I loved writing an arrogant Wolfram to no end.
It is a school environment that involves dorming. The relationships are the same in that Yuri and Murata already know each other. Wolfram, Conrad, and Gwendel are still siblings and are comrades of Gunter, etc.
So…enjoy, I hope!
-x-X-x-
“Ah and this is your class room for first period. It’s early enough before class so you may mingle with some of your fellow students, Yuri.”
Yuri blinked upon staring at the class room number sensing his palms heating with hesitance and excitement. “Thanks for showing me around, Conrad. I never expected the head of the student council himself to help me,” the smaller of the two exclaimed, glancing upward with admiration. “I appreciate it.”
The brunette smiled with a quirk to his lips. “Well, we rarely get transfers during the middle of the year and you are labeled as being our star baseball boy,” Conrad murmured, motioning with his hand toward the windows, which held a view of the school’s diamond field. “I need to look after you.”
With a sheepish laugh, Yuri added, “I don’t think I’m star material, Conrad.”
“Well, we’ll see soon enough,” the young man chuckled. “Now then, let’s see your class room, shall we?”
Yuri’s feet tickled and he restrained himself from bounding in. He waited for the door to open entirely before stepping forward at Conrad’s behest.
The class room was highly sophisticated and shone more brightly than Yuri’s previous public school. The students were clad fashionably with school uniforms and various adornments that signified their importance in a particular field or club. They were undoubtedly pampered to the fullest extent and stuffed with high upbringing.
Though they were chatting prior to Yuri’s entrance, they bit their tongues as their eyes slid toward the front of the room. Murata was the first to grin and shout, “Hey, Shibuya! I didn’t know you had a class with me.”
Yuri smiled and relaxed at the familiar face from childhood. “Hey, Murata.”
His eyes rested on Murata but curiosity tugged his eyes to scan the other students. One in particular rendered him breathless.
A boy with an unusually well crafted feminine complexion lazed in his seat, twirling a pen to alleviate the obvious ennui he suffered from. His eyes were large emerald gems shaded with many thick strokes of eyelashes and his head cradled a bed of gold woven curls.
The boy sensed Yuri’s eyes and his head snapped in response. The boy’s nose wrinkled in distaste as his eyes digested Yuri’s disposition. With a blatant snort, the blonde jerked his head away, noise pointing upward in disapproval.
Yuri frowned.
“Everyone, listen up,” Conrad’s demanded, his voice stomping the whispering into submission. “This is Yuri Shibuya, the new student that you all have been expecting. Treat him nicely as this is his first time at a dorm school.”
“Nice to meet you,” Yuri greeted and bowed respectfully. “I’m Yuri Shibuya as Conrad stated.”
The other classmates reacted in mixture. Most smiled in kind and replied heartedly, few seemed to pay no heed to Yuri, and one particular blonde glowered.
“I’ll help him out after this period, Conrad,” Murata suggested, gesturing for Yuri to near him. “I’m sure Mr. von Voltaire is needing your help.”
Conrad agreed, offered Yuri another token of luck, and departed with a wave.
Approaching Murata now, Yuri’s eyes continuously darted to the side where the glaring set of emerald eyes trailed him like a predator. “Uh, hi Murata. Why are you here? Isn’t this a bit of an easy class for you?” Yuri inquired, distracting himself from the threat. “Not that I know but that’s what I heard when I registered.”
Murata lightly shrugged and replied, “I need this as a requirement for general courses. I don’t mind though. I got you now, don’t I? Let me introduce you.”
Various students approached Yuri as Murata properly introduced them and their level of skill or position at the school. Appreciative of the kind welcome, Yuri replied likewise, eager to socialize.
However, a bitter voice cooed, “Is it true a wimp like you is going to bring out team’s rank up?”
The others glanced to the side at the boy. Murata frowned and whispered into Yuri’s ear, “That’s Wolfram von Bielefeld. His bite is stronger than his bark. He’s a brat but he’ll take you down so watch out for him.”
Yuri toughened his face and narrowed his eyes in an effort to weaken Wolfram’s insulting remark. “Well…I don’t know. I’ll do the best I can though.”
“What nonsense. You either know or don’t know,” Wolfram pressed, legs crossed and back reclining into the seat, displaying his arrogance like a prince.
“I can’t tell you about something that has not happened yet.”
The reply sprang Wolfram’s hair up like an insulted feline. “Hmph. You’re from the low class of society aren’t you? The kind that don’t have a lot but assert that they appreciate things more than others.”
Taken aback, Yuri blinked. “What does my class mean? Your class doesn’t define you,” he retorted, tensing in apprehension.
“It means everything here, wimp.”
“Now, now,” Murata interjected, smiling nervously. “Let’s welcome Shibuya here. He’s new.”
Wolfram waved a dismissive hand and uttered with venom, “The pungent aroma of his upbringing disgusts me. No doubt his own mother is saucy and walking the streets as we speak. He’s an insult to this school.”
SLAP!
The students cried out in disbelief and huddled closer. The sound reverberated throughout the classroom even after the blow had been stamped, delivered, and received.
Wolfram’s right curve of his face brightened and swelled with both rage and injury. His eyes, though wide in disbelief, harbored his offense and alarm. In a fluid motion and with rapid speed, he sprang forth from his desk, poised.
Before him, Yuri breathed heavily, his arm still poised from the vicious slap he had just delivered. He straightened his back and mimicked Wolfram’s position, balanced for fight.
Murata pressed the palm of his hand to his face and sighed in distress.
“Oh, boy.”
-x-X-x-
Yes, by “walking the streets”, Wolfram was insinuating prostitution XD
I don’t know but perhaps this will be continued throughout as part of a mini chapter regarding Yuri’s first day (for the challenge, that is)? Unsure. Conrad isn’t exactly a student but if I post another part, I’ll get to that XD
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first part of this at any rate. I loved writing an arrogant Wolfram to no end.