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+ Angel Hunt ~ Streifen +
Future Effects
Thirty five years after the first...
A story collaboration between Angel Hunt and Streifen
Chapter One : Part Two
Sen gathers up his papers and looks for where his next class is located. It takes him a moment to realize that girl was looking over his shoulder. She jumps back a little as clear crimson eyes meet hers.
“You have Intermediate Weaponry next, right?”
Sen nods, a little confused. “Yeah but I have no idea why. My Father taught me how to handle a weapon a long time ago. I have one bound to me so I really don’t have a choice with what I use.” He shrugs.
Samara’s face lights up while she gathers her own books and papers, stuffing them into her bag, “Come on, let’s go together then – I have it too.” She slings her bag over her shoulder as Sen rises from his chair, and the pair move towards the classroom door. “It’s pretty easy, stances and uniform training, how to handle non-bonded weapons, summons and that sort of thing” iridescent meet clear crimson as they step into the busy hall, “so you really have a bonded weapon already? That’s so cool, I don’t get mine till I turn eighteen, Dad’s having one specially forged for me then and I can’t wait.” She says proudly as they move down the hall.
“Uh, yeah, I was kind of created with it, but I couldn’t really call it until I was ten or so. My parents started teaching me how to use it soon after. I’d show it to you but I was told I’m not allowed to do anything like that outside of a classroom setting. I never have this issue at home, I can do anything there. I don’t get why they are so strict. But I’ve never really been to a school before so I don’t know if this is normal.” They move through the hallways and Sen attempts to take note of his surroundings so he can possibly get where the hell they were going. The halls all look the same. Old, the way Jenova likes things. He shouldn’t be surprised that Father would send him to a school that was built in the stone age.
“I’ve never heard of someone being created with a weapon before but god, you had it at ten?” Sen nods and Samara grins, “you are so lucky. Non-bonded weapons suck really bad. I hope they let you use yours cause I really want to see. As for the school, eh…” She shrugs, “I guess it’s a little more strict than normal human schools, I wouldn’t know for sure since this is the only one I’ve ever been to, but that’s what Father tells me anyway. Not all teachers are tight assed like professor-I’m-better-than-everybody-because-I’m-a-pureblood-and-you’re-not.” She rolls her eyes as they turn a corner, “but they are pretty strict on things like weapons and magic and stuff, mostly cause there’s a good chunk of the school who are human and get hurt real easy or something, I dunno.” She adjusts her bag as they weave through another hallway full of kids.
“So your name’s Samara, right?” Sen asks and she nods with a smile. “You’re a hybrid too. I can smell it.”
“Yeah, I’m half and half. My dad is a Higher on the central Council.” She beams, “my mom’s stationed in a different branch – she travels a lot more but it’s always so top secret so it’s not like I know where exactly until she comes home, but our family line dates back almost ten thousand years which is way older than anyone ever recorded. What about you? You smell like a Demon, a lot purer than anyone else I’ve ever met, including my mom and she’s pretty pure, but you got something else in there I can’t tell… You said your dad’s the founder of the corp. Is that really true? Like the head of it all?”
“Selestarri.” Sen answers. “That’s what you smell. You’ve probably never met one before or if you did you didn’t know it. They blend in pretty well with humans.” Considering the horror stories his Dad told him about the Angelic Council trying to get at him for his race and for being connected to Father, Sen wasn’t quite sure how safe it was to talk about. Though, it wasn’t as if any of them couldn’t smell it on him. “Yeah, My Father’s the founder, and about as pure as you can get bloodline wise. Purer than that elitist prick back there. He was around before all of it.” The pair enter a gymnasium-like room with racks of weapons bolted against the walls. The other students stop their talking to look in Sen’s direction as the two move off to one side.
“Great, they gonna do this every time I come in a room?” He grumbles as they put their things down and he follows Samara to the middle of the room with the other students.
“I’m hoping they’ll let me use my own weapon. It seems kind of pointless to make me use something else. It’s not like I can lose it. I’m usually training with one of my fathers every day. I’m curious to see if the professors can top everything they’ve taught me.”
She’s about to speak when a tall, slender Demon enters the room and pulls her attention away. Dressed in light armor and carrying a bundle of clothing in her hands, the woman moves gracefully towards the waiting students, turning her attention to her class.
“We will return to standard form stances today as we have a new demonstration scheduled for the end of the month-” A series of mixed excited and nervous moans spill from the surrounding kids’ mouths and she holds a clawed finger up to silence them, “now we’ve talked about this already so I’ll hear no further protests. I will be choosing the two best for lead by this week’s end. We are performing for a very special entourage this time around and I expect everyone to be in perfect form for this. You are representing the best in this school and our guests are very important so it is vital we make a good impression.”
She lowers her hand and turns her attention to the hybrid, holding the bundle of clothing out for him. All eyes remain fixed on him as he steps forward to take the garments from her and she smiles, “This is your uniform, it is your responsibility to keep it cleaned and in pristine shape.” He nods and steps back towards Samara as the teacher continues, “Now everyone get changed, take your weapons and get in standard formation so we can begin the day…” The students shuffle, both girls and boys moving to the single locker room near the center of the hall, “Sen…”
Crimson eyes turn back to meet tainted red, “You have first call…”
Sen turns back to Samara, flashing her a slightly confused look, “oh lucky you.” She snorts as they all file into the locker room, “means she wants you to go first so she can see your skills.”
The girl moves towards the neat lines of wooden lockers and swings her door open to pull her uniform free. Without giving it a second thought, she begins stripping down to her underwear along with the rest of the students in the room in order to change into her own uniform.
Sen can’t help but gawk as Samara stands practically naked in front of him. He’d really never seen a girl naked before, or anything even remotely close to a girl naked. Samara notices his expression and puts a hand on her hip. “Like what you see?”
He blinks and comes back to reality, his face flushing with embarrassment. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to… I’m just gonna go over here and change now.” He quickly turns away, this is not what he expected school to be like at all. Changing as fast as he can, the hybrid stuffs his clothing in an empty locker and turns back around to find Samara watching him. Sen’s face flushes again, causing her to laugh. She grabs his arm, dragging him behind her and back out to the floor.
The professor waits for them to get settled and turns to Sen. “Since this is your first day, I will need to judge yours skills and ability in order to know where to place you with the other students. Step forward.” The hybrid does as he’s told and attempts to ignore the eyes focused on him. He’s never really had to fight anyone other than his fathers. He had no idea what kinds of skills these students had, what if he was actually below them?
“Do you have a weapon you prefer?” The older Demon points to the walls around them, motioning for him to pick something.
“Actually, I have my own weapon already. Is it ok if I use that?”
The professor nods and Sen hesitates for a moment before throwing his hand up and calling his weapon. He hisses slightly as the pain of metal instantly coming through his skin radiates from his hand and down his arm. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as it did when he was younger, but the pain never went away over the years. A couple of surprised gasps sound out behind him and the professor silences them with a stern look.
As he glances around at the walls, he notices there is nothing like his weapon on there. Dad told him that it resembled a human weapon called a naginata, but the handle was shorter and his blade double edged, making it more of a double-handed sword than a polearm. Sen supposed it looked like a good combination of both his father’s weapons.
Calling her own weapon, a simple katana appears in the professors hands. “Ok, Sen, attack, let’s see what that father of yours has taught you.”
“But…” He wasn’t quite sure he was ready for an audience, or of failing miserably incase he really didn’t have any skills. “O-ok…” He takes a defensive stance and walks slowly towards the teacher, she takes a hard swing at him and he ducks away at the last second. Should he really be trying to fight this woman? It seamed so different than with his fathers.
“Sen, we will never get anywhere unless you reciprocate.”
He nods and takes a deep breath, stepping towards the Demon in front of him. She swings again, coming down hard and he throws his weapon up to block. The force that she hits with him is laughable. Was she going easy on him? That’s just silly, he’s not so easily broken. Sen spins her weapon off and blocks once more.
“Sen, is this all you have? I expected much better from the son of the Founder.” That did it. Once you start taking shots at his pride it’s on. Sen’s weapon flares to life, emanating a soft green glow and his defensive stance moves to an offensive one. “Ok, but you asked for it…”
The professor begins to laugh until Sen comes at her full force, his speed almost too fast to allow her time to block. She staggers back a bit from the blow, her own face taking on a measure of determination. “Good, keep it coming.” Sen’s sword comes down again, metal sparking as it meets the other blade. He can already tell how easy it would be to snap her weapon in half. Gaining his confidence, he swings up, coming at her repeatedly, hitting square at her weapon’s center of gravity. Her sword was nothing compared to his fathers’.
This was kind of fun.
The teacher spins herself off to the side as Sen swings down, attempting to take to the offensive. The hybrid smirks to himself, her movements were so slow, was she really trying? Dipping low and twisting his body in one fluid movement, he pulls one hand from the handle of his blade and back to brace, blocking the raining blow. A quick shift of his weight sends her stumbling back and he’s on his feet instantly, both hands gripping the handle to swing up as she barely manages to catch her footing. A small cry of surprise is pulled from her lips and she instinctually arches back, her head missing the path of his weapon by only millimeters. Spinning around, the hybrid knocks her feet out from under her, twisting his sword and swinging down.
All eyes remain riveted on both figures, the excitement from the class lost on Sen while his attention is focused on the figure beneath him. A loud crunch sounds out and echoes across the room when the double edged blade hits polished hardwood, causing a few of the female students to cringe and gasp as the professor manages to roll, just barely escaping the weapon as it lands a hair’s width from her face.
She twists her legs up and jumps to her feet, spinning her katana around and striking at the hybrid, only to be blocked and met with a wicked grin and gold streaked crimson.
“Is this all you have?” He laughs, spinning around and striking up, knocking her back, “I’d expect much better from the teacher of this class…” She frowns at his mocking words, twisting her blade around in an attempt to once again gain the upper hand, only to be blocked once again as he slides to his right.
Using both hands, Sen begins twisting his blade towards her. Merciless as he pushes her back across the room, each blow barely giving her time to recover. She was losing steam, unable to match the speed of his swings or the movements of his body and by the time he’s pushed her half way across the room, his eyes have flared completely gold, more than a little caught up in kicking her ass to show her what he was made of. Another cry is torn from her throat as she stumbles, losing her footing and falling back in a flurry of black and white. Before she can blink he kicks her katana off to the side, twisting his blade around and bringing it down on her supine form.
She manages a sharp intake of air, clamping her eyes shut as the class behind them falls completely silent and still when the hybrid’s weapon rains down on their teacher. The room remains still for a few agonizing minutes, the tension around them so thick it could be cut with a knife and the only sounds being the Demon’s heavy breathing. Nothing happens and she slowly cracks her eyes open to find the double edged blade stopped at her throat. Flawed red rise up to meet burning gold, and for a minute a thread of fear courses through her frame, unsure of what he will do.
But Sen only smiles wide, stepping back in the slightest as his blade slowly snakes out of view. He leans down and puts his hand out for her to take and after a brief moment of hesitation, she reaches up to accept, more than a little surprised by how easy he pulls her to her feet.
“He’s taught you well…” She nearly whispers, a slight amount of awe in her tone, “very well. You really are that man’s son.”
Sen Shrugs, “Eh, both my fathers can still kick my ass pretty hard and they are relentless teachers. I guess it’s either learn fast or get out of the way and I wouldn’t want to disappoint my Father.” Smiling, he bows politely to the teacher and walks back over to the group of students, all eyes plastered on him and not a single word coming from gaping mouths as he sits back down next to Samara.
She stares at him wide-eyed for a moment before speaking. “Your eyes… I’ve never seen anything like that. Why are they, you know… glowing?”
“Oh, that.” The hybrid laughs it off. “It’s normal, it’ll go away once my body calms. It’s the Selestarri half of me. But you got to see my weapon, right?”
Samara nods hesitantly at his question. “I’ve never seen anything like that either, any of that.”
Sen look around at the walls again. “Yeah… you guys don’t have anything like it here I guess. I don’t know if it has a proper name but I know it’s pretty much a mix of my Father’s katana and my Dad’s bastard sword and it functions similar to both their weapons. If I got any of her blood on it I could pretty much tell how strong she was, but I really didn’t need to do that to figure it out. Either of my fathers’ blood gives me a wicked rush though, it’s awesome.” He turns his attention towards the teacher recovering on the opposite side of the room. “Is she gonna be ok? I really didn’t go that hard on her.”
Iridescent eyes shift to watch as the teacher bends in to lift her katana, her breathing still heavy as she flicks her sword out to her front before twisting it around to her side, back to her students. A small smile cracks at the corner of Samara’s mouth as she turns her attention back to the hybrid, voice kept low “Other than scaring the crap out of her with all that? Sure.” She laughs, “She’s one of the better teachers here and she knows her stuff, but I don’t think she was ready for any of that-”
“Samara.” The professor glances back, silencing the girl immediately, “You partner with Sen today.”
Samara’s eyes widen in the slightest as a few fellow students lend sympathetic groans for Sen near them before moving quickly to the clear crimson flecked with gold. As the teacher turns and begins walking back to the center of the room, Samara grins wide, “Oh man, this is going to be so cool!”
The professor calls out to the class and all students immediately rise to their feet, moving quickly to the various weapons resting on the wall. Sen stands in place while the other kids pulls their chosen blades free, partnering and gathering across the hall around him. He glances at his teacher briefly before turning back to watch while Samara stares at a small selection of arms before her with a thoughtful look plastered on her face. The teacher clears her throat loudly and a small annoyed scowl forms on her face before she steps forward and pulls a broadsword free, twisting it on one hand and slinging it over her shoulder before she turns and returns to the hybrid’s front.
“You ready?” she grins.
“When am I not?” He replies, tossing his hand out and willing is weapon to appear.
Sen sits down with his back against the wall as the other students finish up their various techniques. This whole school thing wasn’t half bad so far. It was nice to be out of the house and interesting to be near those his own age, even if they weren’t his skill level. Hell, the instructor apparently wasn’t even at his skill level. It was nice to be the better one for once instead of always getting his ass kicked… repeatedly.
A kick at his foot brings his attention back and Sen looks up to see Samara apparently waiting for him. “Come on, you can’t be that tired. It’s time to go get changed. I looked at your schedule and we have pretty much the same classes so I can take you to your next one before I’m off for detention with professor tightass.” She begins to walk away, calling back to him. “Hurry up slowpoke, the bell is gonna ring in about ten minutes and you stink. Get in the shower.”
Sen gets up mildly offended. “I do not.” He sniffs under his clothing, “shit, you’re right I do.” Chuckling, he recalls his weapon and takes off after Samara.
As he enters the locker room, Sen comes to a dead stop. They were all getting undressed… completely. Samara pokes at his side and he jumps, “Come on, you need to hurry up.” She taps her foot loudly against the tile floor. The hybrid dares a peak down, relieved to find she was wrapped in a towel. He wasn’t sure what he would do if Samara was just standing there naked. As it was, the last time he actually bathed with anyone, he was ten years old. No one seemed to care about the fact that they were showering in front of anyone else.
His face goes red. “You go ahead, I’m gonna shower after you get out.”
Samara frowns at his words. “Whatever, I’ll be out in a few.” Sen breathes a sigh of relief when she walks off into the steam filled room.
Walking to his locker, claw tipped fingers pull it open, quickly pealing himself free of the loose hakama while his eyes constantly move to the entrance of the steam filled room. Letting his uniform fall around his feet, he works to recover himself as swiftly as possible, clear crimson flicking nervously to the shower as he does it. A couple of very wet students come out, talking amongst themselves without paying him any mind and he breathes a small sigh of relief over the fact that they were also covered and didn’t come waltzing back out naked. Furrowing his eyebrows as he bends down to lift his uniform free, he finds himself just a bit annoyed at his own nervousness. It’s not like he’s never seen anyone naked before, his dad and his father get naked all the time. But somehow it’s different when they are your parents and there isn’t just boys in there, but girls too. Real live girls… he’s never really seen one naked before.
How can they all be so okay with just stripping down in front of each other? Sen sighs as he stuffs his uniform into the locker, this is going to take some time to get used to. Closing the door, he turns and stops abruptly when met with the iridescent gaze of Samara.
“Look, you gotta hurry.” The girl starts, “the bell’s going to go off in five minutes and next class is clear across the compound.” Despite himself, Sen’s eyes travel down to the very large, barely covered chest of the one before him. The two stand in silence, clear crimson plastered on the line of Samara cleavage wrapped partially in the towel. She clears her throat and the hybrid comes back to reality.
“Sorry! Sorry…” He peels his eyes away and finds something uninteresting to look at on the wall while he tries to stop his face from turning beet red. “I’m just really not used to this… at all. I’ll hurry.” Sen refuses to meet her gaze out of sheer embarrassment and takes off in the direction of the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Finding the most steam-infused corner, Sen looks around for anyone else before dropping his towel and showering as quickly as he can. He wasn’t sure he could handle this kind of thing every day. Hopefully he would get used to it, or bring himself a bigger towel and some shorts so he wouldn’t have to walk around naked in front of people. This was never an issue at home. He could run the halls completely nude if he wanted and no one, including himself, would really care. The hybrid rinses the last of the soap from his head and grabs his towel, drying off quickly so he can cover himself again. Upon reentering the locker room, he finds it empty except for Samara who was sitting fully clothed and waiting for him with a look of ‘hurry the hell up’ on her face. At least she was finally covered and he didn’t have to think about that anymore. Now it was just a matter of him getting dressed without her seeing. She’ll probably turn around anyway, right?
Samara taps her foot impatiently as she waits for Sen, watching him the whole time and not bothering to turn away as he opens his locker back up and gets his regular uniform out. He didn’t like this at all, but at least he could mostly keep himself covered while getting dressed. The hybrid turns with his back facing the girl and unwraps his towel, using a small amount of telekinetics to hold the terry cloth open and hovering over his waistline.
“Sen, how are you doing that?!” Samara practically yells out at him.
“Wha? How am I doing what?” He turns around confused to find the girl wide-eyed and pointing at the towel. “What, this?” He points down and she nods, never taking her gaze off it. “Oh, that’s easy, you’ve never seen that before? Hang on and I’ll show you.” Sen quickly pulls on his pants and lets the towel drop, picking it back up to hang over his locker door to dry. “Here look.” Mild concentration crosses the hybrid’s face and all the locker doors open at once, causing Samara to jump out of her seat.
“It that some sort of spell? I never saw you cast anything.”
Sen laughs, “No, it’s not magic. I can do that too but that’s not what this is. It’s telekinetics. I got it from my Dad, same as the gold eyes, some of my weapon’s abilities and the silver in my wings. It’s from my Selestarri side. Psionics are not something Angels or Demons have I suppose, but I grew up with it so I guess I never really saw it as all that interesting. All Selestarri have something, my Dad has telekinetics so that’s what I got.”
The bell sounds and Sen closes all the lockers, making Samara jump again. He speaks as he finished getting dressed. “Sorry, it looks like I’m making you late. Tell Mr. Tight-ass he can blame it on me. I’m sure he’d love to as I don’t think he likes me or my Father much already.”
Reaching down to pull her bag free of the floor, she swings it over her shoulder, wrapping her fingers around Sen’s wrists and yanking him swiftly towards the door, “I take responsibility for my own stuff.” Red flecked iridescent shift back as she starts breaking out in a run, dragging the hybrid behind her, “thanks anyway.” She grins, shifting her eyes back as they dart out into the hall and she leads him to the staircase “Don’t take it personal though, he doesn’t like anyone who’s not pure blood. He really doesn’t like any one who has Demon ties…” A small sneer forms on her lips and she trails, letting his wrist go when they reach the bottom of the stairwell. Slender fingers point up, “Go up to second floor, turn right and keep heading down the hall – it’s class 34B, 10th room the left. I gotta jet or I’ll never get any free time again, Mister Aduel hates it when we’re late so I’m already gonna get reamed.” Samara turns, pulling her hand up to wave behind her, “I’ll see you again at lunch though. I never eat in Dining so meet me out on the grounds near homeroom kay?”
With that, the girl darts off, leaving Sen at the bottom of the stairs as she disappears around the corner. He stands for a moment looking up the stairwell before beginning to climb it two stairs at a time to make it to class.
The bell for lunch sounds and all the students quickly rise from their seats and head out the door, filling the hallways. Sen weaves through the bodies on his way to the other side of the building and back to where his homeroom was in order to meet up with Samara. It was nice not to be completely alone on his first day. Everyone else seemed to have groups of friends already so it would have been awkward had he not been able to talk to anyone.
The thought of even having friends never entered his mind before today. It wasn’t ever something important nor was it really allowed by Father. The Demon never trusted anyone so no one was allowed near him save the few who lived in the mansion that he approved of. Aside from being perpetually bored, Sen started to realize that maybe he was somewhat lonely as well that whole time.
The hybrid takes in a deep breath of fresh air as he exits the main doors. The sheer bombardment of his senses going off in that building was insane. He could smell and feel everything and everyone. It was almost to the point where it overloaded him, not allowing him to detect anything at all. That didn’t sit to well; Sen didn’t like not knowing what was around him at all times. It felt almost like a handicap. He spins around in place for a few moments trying to get his bearings and remember which way he was supposed to go. He had already memorized the map and just needed to focus on where he was. The visuals click and Sen heads off to find Samara.
“You vile half-breed, how dare you. Who do you think you are?”
Annoyed voices come from the side of the building as Sen rounds the corner. Sounds like some elitist Angel is getting all riled up, he could smell him.
“I’ll show you who I am from the bottom of my foot when it hits your face, asshole.”
That sounded like… Sen stops as a small crowd comes into view, in the middle of it all was Samara and some Angel, apparently getting in each other’s faces.
“Ha! I’d like to see it. You’re just some lowly experiment and they took pity on you. Why else would they allow such an abomination to live? You soil the Angelic name and have no right to associate with the likes of our kind.”
“Oh fuck you…!” Samara’s about to take a swing when she finds her arm held back by a gentile grip. She tries to rip it free but is held in place. Growling, iridescent eyes turn back to locate the source only to find Sen’s clawed fingers barely holding her. Clear crimson eyes look down at her in concern then flick to the Angel in front of her with annoyance.
“Everything ok?”
Samara’s gaze moves quickly back to the Angel before her, the surrounding crowd murmuring amongst themselves before she pulls her arm away and softens her stance, “Yeah everything’s fine.” The annoyance was very clear in her tone and the boy before her smirks, keeping silver eyes on her without ever looking at the hybrid. “S’not worth it anyway…” She snorts, turning towards Sen as the crowd around them begins to dissipate, mixed sounds of disappointment and gossiping whispers following in their wake.
“Leave it to filth to find other filth,” The Angel sneers under his breath behind them, stopping Samara short. Without waiting for anything else, the girl turns and lunges at the boy, hitting him square in the jaw and knocking him back hard. A collective sound of excitement booms out from the surrounding kids as they move quickly back to watch while Samara’s small fists rain down on him, finally knocking him off balance. Pouncing on the Angel before his back even hits the grass beneath them, she pulls balled fists up and pounds him in the face over and over before Sen moves to pull her free. Frustrated sounds pry free of her lips as the hybrid restrains her and she kicks out, knocking the boy back just as he was rising with the help of a few close friends of his own.
“Say it again you prick!” She continues to kick at the boy even while held back, “say it again, I fucking dare you!”
A nearby student calls out suddenly when they spot a teacher moving at the far end of the grounds, sending the crowd scattering quickly to get away, including the beaten Angel as he’s dragged away by his friends. Clear crimson shift to the adult as he spots the gathering before moving to the girl he’s holding onto. “Hey, calm down.”
Breathing heavily, Samara yanks her arms free, watching angrily as the Angel and his friends scamper away, “Cowards.” She nearly spits at the boys as they move before turning abruptly and storming away without another word. Sen stands in place for a moment, staring at the girl as she moves before he follows after her, jogging to catch up to the small angry frame before him.
“Hold up, Samara.” He reaches out and she shrugs him off. Sen runs round in front of her faster than she can react and she barrels into him. The two stand in silence for a moment before she half-heartedly beats on Sen’s chest.
“I hate them, they’re the filth.” She looks away, not making eye contact.
The hybrid places his hands on her shoulders, pulling her away to catch her gaze. “I know this, you know this, but who gives a shit that they think they’re better? We know they aren’t and if it came down to it we could whoop all their asses. So why does it matter? Let them have their little fantasies, it will make the day they realize they’re not true all the better.” Samara huffs at his words and sits on the grass, Sen joins her a moment later.
“You know how my Father got into the position he’s in? He didn’t go around announcing he was better than anyone else or what he could and couldn’t do, he never does this. He’s had Angels calling him ‘filth’ his entire life and it doesn’t faze him. Not only is he of purer blood than any Angel out there he could kill the entire Council alone if he wished. He just simply doesn’t care enough to be bothered. When it matters is when he acts. When someone he loves is threatened is when he takes all of their mocking and literally shoves it down their throats before they have a chance to blink. I’ve seen it happen.” Sen smiles. “It really makes the look on their face as it finally dawns on them all the sweeter.”
Samara pulls her legs up and slides her hands under her thighs. “Your dad sounds cool…I wish I could just shrug it off like that.” She sighs, leaning forward to rest her chin on her knees, “I just don’t get where some of them come off, my mom’s line has been around way longer than half the tard’s lines in this school. She’s noble and graceful and so beautiful you know? And my dad loves her and never says anything about her being low or anything. I know he gets flack for it at work cause of morons like that kid and professor Tight-ass, but he doesn’t care. He’s always ‘Samara. You have to show everyone what it means to have the nobility and grace of both your lines, our people depend on it so show them you can carry on our name…’” she snorts, “and it’s not like I don’t try really hard, but I just hate hearing some elitist prick go on about my mom’s race like they aren’t fit to walk the earth or something and then act like I’m weak just because I’m half and half. I bet I could kick all their asses with my eyes closed even.” She scowls, anger still tinting her tone as iridescent eyes shift to the side to meet clear crimson, “I mean doesn’t it piss you off? What if one of these jerks said something about your dads, wouldn’t you want to punch their smug little faces in?”
Sen shrugs. “Eh, possibly, but I know in the end that my Father owns all their asses so it doesn’t really matter to me what they think.” He chuckles. “You should see the High Council members quaking in their boots when he enters a room, it’s hilarious.” His expression falls a little, “but he’s kinda cold to everyone, it’s hard to get through to him. My Dad never seems to have any trouble but I always worry that I’m not making him proud. I don’t ever want him to look at me the way he looks at the rest of the world. Earning his attention is impossible sometimes, and while I love him for who he is, I sometimes wish he was a bit… nicer, I guess.” He shakes his head and turns back to Samara smiling. “You’ll probably get to meet him at some point, especially if we become friends and all.”
“See you’re lucky cause your dad’s the founder,” Samara sorts, “my dad’s pretty high up on Central but he still has issues with the others cause they think he’s insane to get married to my mom and all. But god, it’s not like we’re in the dark ages or something. It’s hard to find anything that’s not mixed with something else anymore.” She rolls here eyes before her expression softens, “I know what you mean though. My dad’s kinda like that. He’s really strict with me. I know he’s doing it because he wants me to succeed and stuff, but seriously… sometimes you just gotta relax. They need to get it that we aren’t going to bring down the entire world just cause we know how to smile and have some fun or something.”
The girl uncurls her hands and straighten her legs out, crossing them in front of her while she sits bank on the ball oh her palms. She tilts her head back, long milky white hair spilling down her back as another sigh leaves full lips, “One of these days maybe our dads will get it…” She trails, silent for a moment before letting her head fall back down, flashing the hybrid a teasing grin, “What do you mean ‘if’ we become friends? I figured we were there already.” She pushes herself up and dusts her hands off, looking mildly put out as she continues to tease, “You know, it’s not like I don’t have my own circle already… I just blew them off to help you out.” She smirks, turning to point at Sen before he can speak, “So don’t get all high and mighty with an ‘if’ mister. If I think you’re good enough to be my friend then you’re my friend already, got it?”
Sen can’t help but laugh as he puts his hands up in an expression of mock defeat, “Okay okay, I got it. We’re friends.” The girl stares at him for only a moment before she joins him in quiet laughter before a curious look crosses his features as he lowers his hands, reaching back around to push long milky brown bangs from his eyes. “Hey, so if you’re half and half, what do you have? Black wings or white wings? Or do you have wings at all?”
“Yeah, I’ve got them. Mostly white like my dad’s but there’s some black in there like my mom has. I’d show you but they are pretty strict about wings too, so maybe after school sometime when you invite me to your place or something.” Samara smiles, “what about you? You said silver when we were in class, do you really have silver?” leaning forward to pull herself to her feet. She spends a moment dusting her uniform skirt off before putting her hand out for Sen to take, “Come on, we still have a lot of time and I’m kinda hungry. I brought stuff and you can share if you want, but my bags over there” she motions back towards a clump of trees behind them with her head.
“Yeah, mine are silver with black tips. My Dad has silver wings but Father’s are completely pitch black, iridescent too. So mine are silver with black tips the same color as Father’s wings. I’d show you, but since you said they strict, I don’t really want to get either of us in trouble.” He follows her over to the trees while she grabs her bag. “I actually have my own food, but I have to go to the car to get it.”
“Car?” She asks while opening her bag and pulling out her lunch.
“Yeah, I have a driver who apparently is supposed to take me here every day. He just kinda camps out in the parking lot all day and waits. I feel bad, he could go off and do something but I know he would never disobey Father’s orders. There are few who do. They don’t normally live very long afterwards though.” He looks around. “It’s not far, give me a minute to go grab my food and I’ll be back.” Samara nods and Sen takes off towards the parking lot. The driver immediately exits the car and opens the door when he sees the hybrid coming. Smiling, Sen hops in the back and pulls his lunch from the mini fridge, waving to the driver and sprinting back towards the trees.
“Holy shit, you’ve got it made.” Samara eyeballs his perfectly wrapped lunch.
Sen laughs as he starts unwrapping the contents and pulling out small containers. “I don’t have much of a choice. We have a GodBeast at the house who loves to cook and he doesn’t let any of us get away without a full meal.” He looks down at his meal. “I really don’t even know what half this stuff is but it’s good.
“Whatever the hell a GodBeast is, it looks like he totally knows his stuff” Samara says, her eyes still on Sen’s lunch for a moment before she looks at her own, nowhere near as nicely wrapped set. A small frown forms on her lips before she shakes it off and begins to unwrap her sandwich, “You said your dad – no wait your Father has iridescence on his wings right?” she pulls the bread up and takes a bite, “what kind of Demon has that? I’m pretty sure I’ve never heard of a Demon having anything but black, even if they are pure. Is he fused or something?” She stops as a thoughtful look moves over her features, “Actually, I was kinda wondering if you were too cause if you have stuff from both your dads and all, it’s not like you could really be born or anything right?” She takes another bite, flashing him a smile while she chews. “Not saying fused is bad or anything, pretty much everyone here is except me and some others…”
Sen offers up some of his lunch to Samara. “Here, there’s way too much. I can’t eat it all, have some.” She lowers her sandwich and grins, taking some of what she’s offered while Sen starts eating, speaking between bites. “Well, not that anyone would believe it, or if they did they wouldn’t admit it, but my Father is a First. When I said he’s purer blood than any of them, I wasn’t kidding. He’s been here since the beginning, before the Angels. I was made as more of a joke that was played on my fathers. I wasn’t expected or asked for. So, no, I wasn’t born. I was created from both my father’s genetics. I basically have a mix of everything they are.” He takes a few sips of his drink. “I know they both love me now, it wasn’t that way in the beginning but it didn’t take long for us to become a family. I was basically home tutored until now.” He snorts, “by a boring, old know-it-all who thinks just because he’s been around for the past ten thousand years, he’s the authority on everything. I swear that Bright is almost as bad as those Angels.”
“A First?” She snorts, “whoa, no way…” Sen just shrugs and she shakes her head, pulling her own drink to her lips, “okay now you have to invite me to your house cause I want to see your Father. I didn’t even know real Firsts actually existed.” She lowers her drink and sets it next to her, “my dad talks about that sorta thing sometimes, so does my mom cause they’d never teach you that stuff in school. But I don’t know if they really believe it or anything, sort of like…” she looks thoughtful, “…legends but no one ever knows for sure since there’s no real proof or anything. You sure your dad’s not just messing with you?”
“Trust me.” Sen frowns, “the world would explode before Father ever ‘messed’ with anyone, let alone me.”
“Okay” she snorts, “Just saying. Man home tutoring sounds so boring. I’d go stir crazy if it were me. This school can be kinda annoying sometimes cause of all the elitists and stuff, but it’s better than being stuck at home all the time-” Samara stops as the rest of what Sen just told her sinks in, “Hey wait, you said someone made you as a joke? I thought all the people doing the Fuse had to give consent so how did they manage that?” She reaches forward suddenly and grabs the food from Sen’s hand just as he’s moving it to his mouth. “And there’s no way someone can be alive for ten thousand years. I know we have long lives and all compared to humans but we aren’t that far off them.” She scolds as he moves to take his food back, pulling laughter from her lips. Turning quickly, she pops it in her mouth before he can get it from her. A small teasing scowl moves over his features and she only smirks, “unless your tutor is a First too…”
Sen smirks at her before picking up another piece of food. “Yes, a joke and I wasn’t made by the Organization. I can’t really go into detail but I’ll just say it was by someone Father knows and doesn’t particularly like who happens to be a bit more powerful than he is and lives for playing ‘games’. I was one of those games. My fathers won, and so here I am.” He eats the food in hand before Samara has a chance to grab it out again. “I was going stir crazy, which is why I ended up here. I’m surprised Father even agreed to it, but Dad has a way of getting through to him I’ve never seen anyone else able to do. The one I was mainly tutored by isn’t an Angel or Demon, he’s another Selestarri. Technically he’s not supposed to be alive, but that’s a long story. My Dad’s race normally only lives about 250 years but I know Father will find a way to keep him, he already has in a way. I honestly don’t know how long I’ll live to be. My Father’s been around for more than a few millennia. I don’t know where that leaves me in it all.”
“I’ll be happy to take you to see my home as long as Father is ok with it. Probably need to run everything by him first when it comes to new people in the house. He’s very over protective. I don’t want to see anyone killed over a misunderstanding.”
Samara waits for him to laugh at his last statement and falters when he doesn’t. “You’re serious about that, aren’t you?” Sen nods mater-of-factly.
She frowns, “Damn… he’s way stricter than my dad, and that’s saying a lot cause my dad’s pretty strict.” Samara shakes her head, turning to pull her bag close. “Well you work it with him because I want to come over and stuff, but I’m not up for getting killed for it. I don’t like you that much.” She laughs, reaching into her bag and rifling for a moment before pulling a tiny white cell free. Flipping it open while she takes another bite of her food, her eyes widen, “oh shit – lunch’s almost over. We need to pack up cause 4th bell is going to go off in about five…” Iridescent eyes move up to meet clear crimson as she flips her phone closed, “we have Elemental Magic and Summons next, real easy stuff and the class is pretty close to Weaponry, then after that it’s just homeroom for the last hour before school’s out. You gotta number? Cause I can just give you mine and you can call me you know… whenever. I have this thing with some friends on Friday, we’re going into the city and doing karaoke – it’s kinda girl stuff but fun enough, you wanna come?” She looks a little hopeful as they begin packing their half eaten lunches up.
Sen’s expression falls. “I don’t think I can… This is the first time Father’s even kind of let me leave the mansion so I’m not sure I can push it. I want to, it’s just…” Being who he was had its sucky moments too. He highly doubted his Demon father would ever willingly let him just go ‘hang out’ with people, having friends was going to be hard enough. The hybrid wouldn’t dare just sneak off, his Father would find him immediately and probably make a scene dragging him back home, most likely destroying a building in the process.
“I’ll talk to my Dad about everything, he can talk to Father. My conversations with him never get anywhere. The fact that I was even able to go to school is a miracle in it’s self.” Sen’s eyes light up as he remembers something. “Oh. I do have a cell phone though, my Father gave it to me before I left this morning. I’ve never really used one before because I never had anyone to call, but if you can find my number in this thing…” He pulls out the sleek, black cell phone.
Samara’s eyes widen as he hands it to her, it was one of the latest models that everyone was scrambling for. They were sold out everywhere and no one could get their hands on one. “Oh. My. God. I can’t believe you have one of these!” She snatches it out of his hand and flips the screen open. “Do you have any idea how lucky you are? The features on this thing are insane!”
Sen shrugs. “I don’t even know what it does or how to use it, really. All I know is that the first programmed number should get me to my Father or one of his lackey’s. If you know how to find my number or stick yours in, go for it.”
Samara spends the next couple minutes playing with the phone’s features and inputting her number, groaning when the bell interrupts her fun. Reluctantly, she hands it back to Sen. “There, it’s in, I’ll stick yours in my phone when we get to class, come on.” The hybrid nods and stands up to follow. She looks back at him confused. “You just going to leave your lunch there? Those containers look expensive.” Sen motions back to the Driver, lingering about twenty feet behind them, waiting for the two to leave so he can clean up after them. “Damn, you are spoiled. I wish I didn’t have to clean up my own lunch and had someone drive me to school, or even a Father who would just give me the coolest phone on the market for no reason.”
“It’s not really that big a deal” Sen’s eyes move from her to the Driver, wondering suddenly if it was a bigger deal than he thought and finding himself a little embarrassed over the fuss Samara was making about it, “it’s just the way it is at home.”
“It sounds like you’ve got it pretty made” she grabbing his wrist to drag him back towards the building, nearly breaking out in another run through halls full of kids in order to make it to their next class in time.
The final bell sounds off and less than a minute later the front doors to the academy burst open, children and teenagers of all sizes and makes spilling out and onto the grounds.
Samara sits in her seat while Sen gathers his papers, crimson eyes flicking to the hard silver of the teacher as he scowls at the pair while the other kids clear around them, some remaining in groups and gossiping amongst themselves while others exit. Sen furrows his brows, spending a moment staring at the Angel, meeting disgust with annoyance and neither gaze yielding before the girl besides him pulls his attention away.
“Done!” she grins, flipping her cell closed and scooping up Sen’s and handing it back to him. “okay got your number. I stuck mine on speed #2, but it’s also in your address book in case you need to see it too.”
“Samara!” Iridescent eyes move away from the hybrid just as a tall slender boy with short black hair comes in, highly flawed red eyes meeting Sen’s gaze for a brief moment before a soft flush washes over his cheeks and he turns back to the white and black haired girl as she pulls herself from her seat besides him, “Jacen said you guys are going to karaoke on Friday, right?”
Samara gathers her books and papers, stuffing them in her bag as she speaks, “Yeah, why? You wanna get in on it?” A sly smile sweeps across her features as he nods, “I know you have a crush on him, you want me to hook you guys up or what?”
The boy’s face flushes even brighter, his eyes moving quickly to meet Sen’s before he ends up shaking his head, laughing nervously, “Stop screwing around… I – I don’t know what you are talking about… ”
The girl laughs, “Fine fine, I won’t say anything. We’re meeting at Sasha’s so don’t be late, dad’s got a meeting that night so I have to be back home before 8.”
“Cool, thanks Samara.” The boy smiles shyly, looking to Sen once more, the nervousness still clear in his tone, “y-you going to be there?”
It takes the hybrid a moment to realize the other boy was talking to him. Sen’s eyes open wide and he sits up, scratching his head. “I wish I could, it sounds like fun. I’ve never hung around with people my own age before and I want to but I don’t think my Father will let me.” He shrugs at the other boy like it was no big deal but the more they talk about it the more he really wants to go.
“Oh…” The boy answers, disappointed. “You’re f-father’s the Founder, right?”
Sen nods, “uh-huh”. He didn’t exactly get why this Demon was looking at him so strangely. He wasn’t being hostile or anything, it was just weird. Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyway what anyone else thinks about him. The hybrid turns back to Samara. “Let me talk to my Dad, I’ll see what I can do and then I’ll let you know. I make no promises though. If I can go my driver can just take me to wherever you guys are.”
The boy interjects. “D-dude! You have your own driver?”
Samara gives him an irritated look before turning back to Sen. “Awesome, just call me.” She looks up at the clock. “Shit I gotta make the bus.” She grabs the other boy’s arm and begins dragging him away from Sen and out the door. “Talk to you later!” She shouts back to him and the hybrid smiles, waving.
Sen sighs loudly. So much for his first day of school, he was looking forward to tomorrow. Maybe he can get his Dad to sweet talk Father. He’s sure there will probably be some activity that no one wants to hear but if it lets him leave the house and have some fun, oh well, he’ll deal. The Hybrid stands up from his seat and finishes gathering his papers. Looking around he realizes he’s the last one to leave the room, save Professor Tight-ass. Sen walks up to the glaring teacher sitting at his desk.
“Look, I know you probably don’t like me, but I have nothing against you. I don’t plan on making any trouble and I just want to go to school like everyone else.” He smiles the best he can at the Angel’s seething glare.
“I should hope you aren’t here to create trouble, Sen. Though given your… roots I hold very little faith in this.” A nasty smirk moves over the Angel’s lips as he moves his attention back to his papers on his desk, purposefully allowing the silence to stretch on. Sen sighs quietly, turning towards the door when the teacher continues to ignore him, shaking his had in the slightest before quiet words in Angelic stop him in his tracks, “Despite what you may think, you half breed scum, your so-called father has no authority in –my- school. Cross one line and I’ll see to it you are thrown from here faster than you can blink those disgusting eyes of yours.”
The hybrid clenches his teeth as a small spark of gold flashes through his eyes, balling his fists in the slightest. Who the fuck did this prick think he was? Did he think he couldn’t understand what just spilled from that pretentious mouth? Father totally fucking owns his ass and he doubted he’d have the guts to say any of that bullshit to the Demon’s face so why did he think he could get away with saying it to him…? Sen trails his line of thoughts, working to calm himself down as he starts moving again towards the doorway to the classroom. He couldn’t let this asshole get to him, especially not after almost lecturing Samara for the same thing earlier in the day and going on about how Father doesn’t get bothered by it all so why should they, blah blah.
God, he really hates it when his own words come back to bite him in the ass…
He takes a deep breath in just as he reaches the door, gaze sliding back to meet smug silver as the most saccharine of grins moves across his lips, tone coming as sweet as can be “I wouldn’t dream of letting you down Mister Aduel.”
The hybrid turns his attention back just as the Angel frowns, the annoyance at not being able to rile the hybrid up clear in his features when Sen exits the room and begins heading down the hall towards the front academy doors. He wanted to talk to Dad about going out, see if he could get him to convince Father because despite his elitist Tight-ass teacher, he really didn’t want the day to end so soon…