Title: The Gifted
Rating: PG-15
Paring: None so far
Warning: Yaoi/boy on boy, adult themes [language]
Summary: Twenty-six young boys, all gifted with abilities beyond imagination, all fighting to survive in a world that they have yet to fully understand.
Supernaturals, are what most humans would call demons, monsters, or simply fairy tales. They are specially gifted humans that remain hidden from the rest of the world. Living both right underneath our noses and deep in the unseen, Supernaturals are very real, and they won't hesitate to fight back.
The council, a mostly anonymous group that controls nearly every aspect of Supernatural society, has increased the regulations again this year. Floods of students must now attend Fairia Academy, the only fully council-approved school for Supernaturals. As classes clash and tensions rise, it's only a matter of time before someone slips and their secret is out.
Genre: Gifted!AU, supernatural, crossover, drama, mystery, angst, romance
Word Count: 2,114 w
A/N: This is very long story that is still in progress at the moment. The final word count is looking to be astronomical, so don't plan on this being a quick read. This story is serious and will not have very many moments of fluff or purity, however, it's not all angst either.
EXO and Super Junior are the main characters, but lots of small character roles will to go to other KPop idols; ie, Big Bang, SHINee, U-KISS, 2NE1, etc. The chapters alternate between EXO and Super Junior, so Ch 1 is EXO and Ch 2 is SJ, and so on.
I have worked very hard for a long time on this story, so please do not plagiarize. If you see my story anywhere else, please let me know.
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Why did high school have to be so impossible? Why didn't everyone else realize that teenagers needed more sleep than anyone else, and less work too?
Those questions remained unanswered as Suho sighed at the mere thought of the day ahead. He winced at the sight of his new school's uniform, but grudgingly put the horrid outfit on anyway.
It had been all his mother's idea. Something about new opportunities and pressures from the Kim clan to have all the minors trained properly in time. Suho had only been half listening, and had completely tuned her out when she had started talking about family honor or some other crap.
All he knew about the place was, the mortals thought it was some fancy rich kid’s school, and he had absolutely no, and he meant enh-oh, desire to go there. He didn't understand what was so wrong with his old school. It may have been a little old-fashioned in its species integration policy, but it had always been good enough for the rest of his family, so why not him? He vaguely recalled his mother preaching about him seeing the world and making new friends. He curled his upper lip at the thought of the spoiled brats he was likely to meet at that school. He wanted to stay but his parents had quite literally forced him to sign the paperwork, and now he was screwed.
The limo, that was to take him from this hotel to his new dorm room, honked outside the window. Suho huffed and attempted to hide as much of the dusty yellow tie, that clashed horribly with the rest of the navy blue outfit in his opinion, as possible before unwillingly following his servants out the door.
Sunlight shone through the curtains as a small blonde boy turned over in his large bed and stretched. He glanced at his bedside clock and smiled brightly. Today was the first day of school, his absolute favorite. He quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to take a shower. He smiled brightly at his perfect first-day outfit, complete with the small leather bracelet he had worn the first day he got there. After fixing his already perfect hair for the umpteenth time, he rushed down stairs to meet his housemate.
Yixing smiled warmly, if not a bit tiredly, at Luhan as he came running down the stairs. He found it amusing the other boy could get so excited over the littlest things. Although Yixing had to admit that the first day of senior year, although awkward and ridiculous, did deserve a bit of excitement.
"What is your first class again, Yixing-ah?" The elder was practically twirling in pirouettes as he used his telekinesis to gather and make a lavish breakfast.
"I have the human math class, Business Math." Yixing quietly sipped his tea as he watched to full-scale production Luhan was putting on.
"Oh! So do I! We can walk together then!" Luhan's face split into the brightest smile yet, making Yixing smile as well. It seemed the Faery could make anyone happy with just a look.
The two turned at the sound of loud clumping coming from the stairs. The other two males that shared the roomy townhouse, Xiumin and Jongdae, were apparently trying to wrestle while walking at the same time. It didn't seem like the brightest idea to the others in the kitchen, but then again, Xiumin and Jongdae were not exactly known for having the best ideas ever.
Xiumin quickly stopped fighting when he saw the food, running to the counter and immediately downing the plate full of pancakes in front of him. Jongdae yelled something about taking all the food, and ran to save the French toast before it was devoured. They all laughed, and Yixing decided that maybe first days weren't the worst thing in the world after all.
Oh Sehun was miserable. And that was the biggest understatement of the year. He had found out two days earlier that his parents no longer wanted him as their son, and that this boarding school would be where he was staying until he was old enough to move into the mortal world. He stared out the window of the fast-moving train and held back tears. He was Oh F-ing Sehun. He did NOT cry.
His moping was interrupted by another boy knocking on his compartment door. The door slid open to reveal a young dark-skinned teenager.
"C-can I sit here?" He stuttered a bit and flushed pink. "No one else has empty seats."
Sehun suspected he was partially the cause for that. No one wanted to sit near the frightening looking boy with the icy blue eyes, much less so when they discovered his pedigree. The Oh’s were the richest family in Korea and probably all of Asia. That fact alone was what made Sehun so appealing and off-putting at the same time.
Sehun nodded and the boy thanked him formally before sitting on the opposite seat closest to the door, the farthest away from Sehun. He noticed that little fact but let it go, the boy was probably intimidated. Sehun pretended to look out the window again, but he really was watching the other boy from the corner of his eyes. He was very pretty, with a strong jaw line and good features. Sehun didn't understand why the other boy hadn't been able to find another seat, especially with the girls a few compartments down who seemed content to flirt with, and blatantly stare at, any remotely attractive male that walked by. Sehun's eyes wandered down to his uniform, and he now understood. The other boy was from a poor family, the worn second-hand uniform and too-big shoes were a testament to that, along with the backpack the other was clutching, which was very worn and had been noticeably repaired many times with different fabrics.
Sehun was now angry. He hated the way the other rich teenagers thought they were all superior to everyone else, and that poor people were a spectacle to be mocked.
"Do you have a room to stay in?" Sehun's question seemed to shock the other boy. He jumped a foot off his seat and dropped his bag to the ground. The top string securing the bag broke open, and the contents spilled on the floor. An umbrella, some writing utensils and half of a sandwich rolled toward him. Sehun was horrified to find the rest of the bag was only filled with a few threadbare items of clothing. Was that all the boy owned?
Sehun watched as the boy scrambled to put the bag back together before Sehun saw its contents, but it was too late. Once he settled back down, Sehun continued.
"What's your name?" The boy shifted slightly, awkwardly trying to cover his backpack with his body.
"K-kim Jongin." He looked down at his feet, as if his name was something to be ashamed of. "And, no, I don't have anywhere to g-stay." The boy caught himself mid syllable, and quickly glanced at Sehun to see if he noticed.
Sehun nodded and introduced himself. There was an awkward pause in the conversation, neither boy knowing what to say. Sehun thought of something, and quickly stood up, scaring Jongin again.
"You know," Sehun sat on the same side as Jongin, making him scoot further into the corner. "I have a huge place all to myself. There are plenty of open rooms. You can stay with me if you'd like."
Jongin stared at him oddly. "A-are you sure? You're not trying to trick me or anything?" Jongin looked at him, a slight hopefulness in his eyes.
"Of course not!" Sehun was slightly offended, but he saw where the boy was coming from. Jongin had probably been the butt of every joke for a long time by now. "I...I'm not like those other people. I don't think you're lower than me."
"Good," Jongin smiled and relaxed, letting out a small laugh at the way Sehun looked at him. "I'm just happy to have a friend for once." He looked down again, but Sehun took his hand.
"I promise you'll be okay. I'll keep you safe."
Jongin laughed and smiled again. Sehun smiled too, for the first time in a very long time.
"Krease hyung, Krease hyung!" Chanyeol yelled, running to catch up with his even taller Chinese-Canadian friend. Kris rolled his eyes and slowed down to let the other catch up to him.
"Krease hyung, my Engrish is better now!" Chanyeol exclaimed happily. He continued to chatter happily in broken English, using Korean words when he forgot the English ones. From what Kris gathered, Chanyeol's affluent mother had hired a private tutor, but apparently he was still lacking a bit in the grammar department.
"Anyways!" Chanyeol switched back to Korean and Kris thanked the gods. He wasn't sure if he wanted to strangle his friend over his continual pointless yapping, or fall over from laughing so hard at his lack of language skills.
"I heard that there are going to be a lot of new students this year. I think the council increased the regulations again." Chanyeol tugged on the straps of his backpack, a telltale sign of his nervousness.
Kris nodded slowly. "The council has been getting all antsy lately. It's starting to get weird."
"Yeah" The two walked in a comfortable silence, one that came from years of mutual friendship, as the birds chirped excitedly in the trees above him.
Kris relished the quiet, the first peace he had gotten in a while. His parents had been fighting non-stop the entire summer, and he wondered if they were ever going to agree on something and just get a divorce already. He loved both of them, but he also knew the two had been in an arranged marriage, and only stayed together for him.
A cool breeze blew through the quickly heating August morning, and Kris wondered if this year would turn out okay. If he would finally be able to find a place where his past couldn't catch up to him. If he would ever really be okay.
The smell of freshly baked blueberry muffins filled the air. Kyungsoo smiled as he removed his oven mitts and placed the muffins on a tray. He carried the tray out to the front, just in time to see two customers walk into his bakery shop.
A tall black haired teenager and a shorter one with lots of eyeliner walked up to the counter. They stared into the glass cabinet for a moment, Kyungsoo pretending to wipe down the counter while waiting for them to order.
The eyeliner one stepped up. There seemed to be a sort of light radiating from him, but Kyungsoo lightly shook his head and paid attention to what the customer was saying. "Are the blueberry muffins fresh?" He pointed to the case, where his friend was practically drooling over the selection.
"I just took them out of the oven!" Kyungsoo smiled brightly and hurried to bag their treats when the boy asked for two.
The tall one handed him a credit card for payment. Kyungsoo glanced at the name as he swiped it. 'Huang, Z.'
"Thank you for your business!" Kyungsoo escorted the two out and locked the door behind them. He needed to leave soon or he would be late for school. Quickly scanning for anymore late-morning costumers, he flipped the little sign in the window to 'Closed". He used all of the money he got from the bakery to pay for his rent, as he didn't live on campus, so he needed every last bit of money he could get.
He smiled a bit as he thought of the nice little old lady he had bought the shop from. She had thought he was cute, and had practically given the place away to him. He needed to stop by and say hello, and he made a mental note to do so when the shopped closed in the evening.
Throwing a messenger bag over his shoulder, he ran the few blocks to school. He saw two people turning into a classroom hall, and thought they looked vaguely familiar. He stopped walking for a moment and noticed the taller one had on a scarf like the Huang kid from earlier.
He wanted to stop them but realized the two were most likely high-class, while he was almost bottom of the barrel for social standing. He shook the two out of his head and sprinted to the other side of campus for senior orientation.
He really wished this year would be different, that this year he would matter to someone.
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