Class of Heroes: Boys Side Edition
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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1,533
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3
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Gabe I ~ Wander
Class of Heroes: Boys Side Edition
Author: Garlyle Wilds / Genis Irving
Origin: Class of Heroes
Gabe I ~ Wander
Warnings: None
The dorms were a bit of a big building, could you fault me for getting lost sometimes? Even though, in truth, a great number of the rooms would be vacant at any time, it really didn't change the fact that, even with two students to a room, there was still far too many rooms and halls and ways to get lost.
That's what I told myself, but I knew it was probably because I was just forgetful, especially when reading like I was now. So, in a way, it didn't bother me as I was walking down the corridor - it was a bit safer than floating, when lost in thought - that I may have been losing track of where I was going. It didn't help that I didn't quite grasp the concepts of the book, and was having to really apply my mind to figure it out. Still, walking around purposelessly in the dorms was at least safer than walking around outside, where I knew I'd inevitably walk into a river or off a cliff or worse, into a dungeon.
It shouldn't have come as much of a surprise when I bumped into someone, not even noticing until about the last second and when in the middle of a step, far too late to stop. I didn't drop my book, but my wings unfolded as I tried to catch myself, using the additional air resistance and a flap to counterbalance just on instinct. The fact that it was instinct for me to right myself after bumping into someone is something I shouldn't be so proud of.
"Oy! Whaddya think yer doin', punk?" was the words that were already greeting me when I looked up. The student I had bumped into was already turned around and glaring at me - and those red eyes carried no weakness in the glare.
"I.. I... uh..." speaking under pressure was not my strong point... especially when I saw who I was standing in front of. A Diablon.
It wasn't a mistake you could make. The dark horns following around the head, the sharply pointed ears, red eyes, pale white hair... the Diablon, the antithesis of everything us Celestials stood for. This one in particular looked extra vicious, with his uniform far darker than ours, arms torn at the sleeves to show off solid arms marked with some strange red and black angled tattoos...
"Comeon, you noob, speak up! You're in the presence of Tax, this school's Boss," he growled at me, advancing a bit. "So, comeon! Where the hell's your excuse?"
"I... umm... s-sorry," finally, I got a word out. "I... I w-wasn't watch--"
"Of course you weren't watching!" his voice kept getting louder as his anger grew. He... wasn't gonna hurt me, was he? "The hell's a chick like you doin' here anyway? This is the men's dorm!"
"I'm n-not a..."
"Or," a grin on his face for just a moment made me step backwards quickly, but it vanished almost just as fast. "...Nah. Listen, girl, go back to your own dorm. And I ain't gonna be so nice if ya bump into me again, dig?" he glared at me again, then turned about and stomped off, much to my relief.
"... But I'm not a girl..." I sighed, finally relaxing a bit, and turning around at the sound of footsteps.
"Oh, good, he's left you alone." Behind me came a voice much more gentle and smooth than Tax's rough, angry snaps. I turned about, and recognition was almost instant - a blonde-haired, properly dignified Celestian. More than that, by the way he composed himself, and the countless descriptions I'd overheard girls talking about...
"Ah," a breath to compose myself, "You must be Maxter."
He chuckled a bit, amused, and reached out to help steady me. "Just Max, actually. So what are you doing here, young lady?"
"I'm not a girl!" I protested, a little more confidently - although, Max was intimidating for totally different reasons. Cool, calm, collected, as handsome as crushing girls had described him... and being the student council president just added to it. Still, we were both Celestials.
"Oh? I'm sorry," he looked me over again, "...I guess you're not. The hair..."
"I... get that a lot," I admitted, straightening myself back up. I loved keeping my hair long. But I already was stuck with young looks, and adding that onto the mix, I always seemed to be mistaken. "A-Anyway, I'm Gabe," I offered him my hand, and he shook it firmly.
"Alright, Gabe. You should watch where you're going," it was one part lecture and one part worry in his voice. "Almost everyone here is nice, but Tax and his gang..."
"I... I kinda caught on," I laughed nervously, then looked around. "Err... which floor am I on again?"
Max just chuckled, then smiled, and I think my legs melted a bit. "Alright, what room is yours? I'll take you back."
I just nodded happily, and accepted.
Author: Garlyle Wilds / Genis Irving
Origin: Class of Heroes
Gabe I ~ Wander
Warnings: None
The dorms were a bit of a big building, could you fault me for getting lost sometimes? Even though, in truth, a great number of the rooms would be vacant at any time, it really didn't change the fact that, even with two students to a room, there was still far too many rooms and halls and ways to get lost.
That's what I told myself, but I knew it was probably because I was just forgetful, especially when reading like I was now. So, in a way, it didn't bother me as I was walking down the corridor - it was a bit safer than floating, when lost in thought - that I may have been losing track of where I was going. It didn't help that I didn't quite grasp the concepts of the book, and was having to really apply my mind to figure it out. Still, walking around purposelessly in the dorms was at least safer than walking around outside, where I knew I'd inevitably walk into a river or off a cliff or worse, into a dungeon.
It shouldn't have come as much of a surprise when I bumped into someone, not even noticing until about the last second and when in the middle of a step, far too late to stop. I didn't drop my book, but my wings unfolded as I tried to catch myself, using the additional air resistance and a flap to counterbalance just on instinct. The fact that it was instinct for me to right myself after bumping into someone is something I shouldn't be so proud of.
"Oy! Whaddya think yer doin', punk?" was the words that were already greeting me when I looked up. The student I had bumped into was already turned around and glaring at me - and those red eyes carried no weakness in the glare.
"I.. I... uh..." speaking under pressure was not my strong point... especially when I saw who I was standing in front of. A Diablon.
It wasn't a mistake you could make. The dark horns following around the head, the sharply pointed ears, red eyes, pale white hair... the Diablon, the antithesis of everything us Celestials stood for. This one in particular looked extra vicious, with his uniform far darker than ours, arms torn at the sleeves to show off solid arms marked with some strange red and black angled tattoos...
"Comeon, you noob, speak up! You're in the presence of Tax, this school's Boss," he growled at me, advancing a bit. "So, comeon! Where the hell's your excuse?"
"I... umm... s-sorry," finally, I got a word out. "I... I w-wasn't watch--"
"Of course you weren't watching!" his voice kept getting louder as his anger grew. He... wasn't gonna hurt me, was he? "The hell's a chick like you doin' here anyway? This is the men's dorm!"
"I'm n-not a..."
"Or," a grin on his face for just a moment made me step backwards quickly, but it vanished almost just as fast. "...Nah. Listen, girl, go back to your own dorm. And I ain't gonna be so nice if ya bump into me again, dig?" he glared at me again, then turned about and stomped off, much to my relief.
"... But I'm not a girl..." I sighed, finally relaxing a bit, and turning around at the sound of footsteps.
"Oh, good, he's left you alone." Behind me came a voice much more gentle and smooth than Tax's rough, angry snaps. I turned about, and recognition was almost instant - a blonde-haired, properly dignified Celestian. More than that, by the way he composed himself, and the countless descriptions I'd overheard girls talking about...
"Ah," a breath to compose myself, "You must be Maxter."
He chuckled a bit, amused, and reached out to help steady me. "Just Max, actually. So what are you doing here, young lady?"
"I'm not a girl!" I protested, a little more confidently - although, Max was intimidating for totally different reasons. Cool, calm, collected, as handsome as crushing girls had described him... and being the student council president just added to it. Still, we were both Celestials.
"Oh? I'm sorry," he looked me over again, "...I guess you're not. The hair..."
"I... get that a lot," I admitted, straightening myself back up. I loved keeping my hair long. But I already was stuck with young looks, and adding that onto the mix, I always seemed to be mistaken. "A-Anyway, I'm Gabe," I offered him my hand, and he shook it firmly.
"Alright, Gabe. You should watch where you're going," it was one part lecture and one part worry in his voice. "Almost everyone here is nice, but Tax and his gang..."
"I... I kinda caught on," I laughed nervously, then looked around. "Err... which floor am I on again?"
Max just chuckled, then smiled, and I think my legs melted a bit. "Alright, what room is yours? I'll take you back."
I just nodded happily, and accepted.