The Symmetry of Good and Evil

by Verve's Twilight

Part 2

A new sun rose, blood red, over the land around Mia’s mansion. Kento sat alone on his bed with his eyes on the dawning day. Great, another school year. You would think that legends wouldn’t have to go to school. Kento sighed and grabbed his school bag from beneath his bed. Lose pencils and papers made clean shushing sounds as he hefted them onto his shoulder.

“Kento,” Rowen’s head popped into his room from behind his door, “you’re going to make us late.”

“Okay.” Kento took one last look out the window with a heavy sigh as Rowen left the room. Then he stared at the door with an evil grin and said to himself. “Come Kento, my good man, we wouldn’t want to make mister supah’ brain late for his first day back at school, now would we?”

“I heard that!” Rowen yelled from down the hall, his accent thick with menace.

“Good!” Kento took of down the hall and pushed past the blue haired boy. He ran, quickly to the garage, with a vengeful Rowen right behind him. He launched himself into the blue jeep that belonged to Cye and laughed. Rowen smiled and opened the door to Sage’s little red sports car.

“It’s about time you guys got here.” Ryo said from the seat behind Kento.

“I had to find my backpack.”

“Are we ready yet?” Cale and the others were getting impatient.

“No one’s stopping you,” Kento laughed. As the cars started Kento smiled to himself. This was going to be a great school year. He had his four friends of course, but now there were the three former warlords as well. They could cause some real fun. Plus, he had Cooking first hour, which he thought was great way to start the day. Then, to top it all off, no Talpa. He could finally live a normal teenage life. Kento smiled to himself. Now he could hardly wait for the first bell to ring, his stomach growled in agreement. He wondered what they would be cooking first. A nice stir-fry sounded good but he couldn’t complain if they made a cake or something like that.

“Hey, Kento.” Cye waved his hand in front of his friend’s face. “We’re here.”

“I knew that, do you think I’m stupid?”

“No, you just think about food too much.”

“How did you know I was thinking about food.”

“When quantum physics makes your stomach growl, I’ll start to worry.” Kento laughed and swung himself out of the jeep. The thud of his shoes hitting the pavement was accentuated by the shrill ring of the bell.

“Crap, I didn’t know we were that late.” The boys raced to the gym where the first assembly always was. They pushed their way to the back of the packed floor where Rowen and the others were waiting.

“Kento, I saw this on the board in the office, I think it’s a new schedule for you.”

“What!” Kento snatched the paper and read it over. I flopped in the chair next to Cale and groaned. “They switched my math and cooking classes, now I have math first and cooking third.”

“Hey, you have trig. with me.” Cale smiled and him and laid back in his chair, “Sweet. Hey, look.” Cale pointed loosely at the front of the auditorium, “who’s the chick?” Ryo sat forward.

“I don’t know. Didn’t the principal always start the assembly?” His question was quickly answered.

“Hello, my name is Mrs. Jeena Kori. I am your new principal for this year.” There was a dead silence as the young woman smiled over the crowd. “I am looking forward to this New Year of learning with as much excitement as I hope you have.” Sugar and honey dripped from her words and most of her audience groaned. Kento slapped his hand to his jaw and moaned at mock cavities. She didn’t seem to hear it as she continued to ask every one to stand so that they could sing the school song. When that was done, and every one was seated, she announced that there had been some changes in scheduling and that certain people should check the board in the office.

“No kidding.” Kento said as he crossed his arms and slumped farther down into his chair. “She had to rub it in.”

Mrs. Kori went on introduce some new students. There where ten in all. No one really paid attention to them as they said their little speeches, or when Mrs. Kori asked that the new students be treated with the same special kindness that she had been shown. When the bell rang there was no way in hell to hold back the mad rush for the door. People and papers where flying as everyone tried to escape. Kento easily pushed his way through the crowd and was herded through the hallways. He felt like mooing as he came to the room. He found a seat near the back with Cale joining him after a few minutes. The place filled quickly, and the first learning session was soon underway.

“Welcome to the joys of Trigonometry.” A dark little man in the front of the room was addressing the class from behind his desk. “I will be your teacher this year, Mr. Osiaro.” He looked antique to Kento. The old man turned to the board and started writing a complex formula onto the board. Shit! Are we already supposed to know this stuff? Man am I in for it. Kento began to panic and looked quickly around him. Every one else looked just as scared as he was, except for the girl behind him who seemed to be sleeping on her desk. Lucky! Kento thought jealously. Mr. Osario turned to the rest of the class and chuckled happily.

“Scared you didn’t I? (‘Sadistic bastard’ Kento thought) Well, don’t worry. You don’t need to know anything this complex yet.” A collective sigh of relief came from the class. “Now, now, it seems like we have a student who isn’t quite as interested in mathematics as the rest of the class.” He said looking at the girl behind Kento. His light steps sounded like shushing paper as he shuffled to his desk and considered the attendance sheet in front of him. “Miss. Adria Fitzgerald.” Kento turned to look at the girl behind him. She didn’t move.

“Yes Mr. Osario.” Her voice lifted up from her head’s position on the desk.

“Stand please.” She looked up from her arms, looking straight at Kento, but then she stood and looked at the front of the room.

“I’m sorry Sir.”

“Yes, I’m sure you are.” He physically waved his hand above his shoulder, brushing the comment away. “Now, Miss Fitzgerald, since you feel that you already have a adequate mathematical education, can you tell me the answer to the problem on the board?” The little man’s face was etched with seriousness as the rest of the class giggled with a mixture of sympathy and hilarity. The girl gave a curious glance at the students and then looked at the board.

“The answers are Thirty degrees and One hundred fifty degrees, Sir.” She said simply. The class was shocked silent, but the teacher only laughed.

“Very good, Miss Fitzgerald, very good. I would like to talk to you after class.” She nodded and sat down. Kento stared at her, like the rest of the class. He recognized her as one of the new kids, a taller girl with an athletic body. She had large round eyes that couldn’t decide whether they where green with flecks of gold or blue with dustings of silver. Her hair, though, was perhaps the strangest thing about her. She had long loosely curling hair that went slightly past her shoulders, and it was white, like Dais’s. I fell around her as she laid her head back in her arms and closed her eyes. A small cough came from the front of the room.

“Now, if I can have everyone’s attention, we’ll go on with today’s lesson.”

“Man I can’t believe it, homework on the first day of school.” Kento whined as he sat down with the rest of the guys at lunch. Sekmet looked at him with his cheeks full of sandwich.

“Oh, its not that bad, only a few pages.” He swallowed and smiled.

“I know, but it’s the principle of the thing.” Kento picked up his fork and poked at a piece of meat.

“Hey, have you guys seen Dais?” Kento turned to see Sage and Cale walking up behind him. “He has my lunch.” Cale sat down next to Ryo as Sage looked around. “There he is. Why is he eating alone?” Sage took of towards the table and tapped Dais, but he saw his mistake as he turned out to be a she. “Sorry about that, I thought you were someone else.” Sage flashed a sheepish smile. “I’m sure you get that all the time.” His charm kicked in automatically and a sexy smile curved itself onto his features.

“Never.” She laughed, “It’s okay, sorry I wasn’t who you were looking for.”

“Hey Sage, Dais come on you guys… oh.” Cale had come up behind Sage. “It’s not Dais.” She smiled and laughed again. She tossed her hair easily over her shoulder, in a gesture that was innocent, but caught the daylight’s gifts.

“You are a master of the obvious, Cale.” Sage looked over his shoulder at his friend, and then back at Adria. “Again, I apologize.”

“Aren’t you in my math class?” Cale’s face flooded with sudden recognition, “That was amazing how fast you did that problem.” Adria blushed slightly.

“They put me in the wrong math class, they’re having some trouble with the new schedules.”

“What class are you supposed to be in?” Sage’s was hitting on her in a natural way that was covered by faked curiosity.

“Advance Placement Calculus.” Sage and Cale struggled with there betraying emotions of shock and surprise. She grinned uncomfortably, and coughed lightly.

“There’s only one other person in that class.” Sage said.

“Really?” Adria already knew that, but she kept smiling and playing the simpler game of stupidity. Her cheeks where starting to ache.

“Really! Rowen was the only kid who could make the cut so they’re sending him to the college in the afternoon.”

“Yeah, they’re doing the same with me.” She but her hand behind her head and squinted with embarrassment. These boys where nosey. “Well, um, I’ve got to get going if I want to be there on time.” She stood up with her lunch.

“Hey, do you need a ride?” Sage’s charm was partial to chivalry. “I’m driving Rowen there anyway.”

“No, but thank you. Hey, is that the guy you’re looking for?” She pointed across the yard to the tree where Dais was sitting with the others. When Cale and Sage turned around again she was already making her way inside.

When she had gotten all her stuff, Adria headed out to the parking lot of Han’a High to her motorcycle. She set her bag down carefully and unzipped it. Osito popped his head out timidly.

“Esta Bien, Osito, estamos afuera.” The little black monkey with a white, furry star on his forehead chirped happily and ran up her arm to her shoulder. “Hola mi amigito. Como te sientes hoy?” She smiled giving a small slice of fruit to her friend as she scratched his happy head. She leaned over to pick up her bag from of the ground. She heard an unexpected mummer of voices and the shifting of cloth on cloth behind her. As she straightened herself to turn around, Adria was knocked off her feet and into the parking lot beneath her. She caught herself, scraping the palms of her hands on the gravel.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” A guy’s voice came from above her as two hands pulled her up and brushed her off. “Are you okay?

“Yeah, just a little scratched.” She brushed her palms together and pulled her hair from her eyes. Smiling, she looked up a boy with deep blue hair and eyes that mimicked his hair’s color, playfully. A concerned look etched his face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Hey, super cluts. Nice to see that you met your new classmate.” Adria turned her head to see the blonde boy from lunch. He was on the other side of the convertible car next to her ‘cycle. His hands crossed over the door as he leaned on the body easily.

“Well, you’re the new kid in the class.” Rowen smiled, “At least I’ll know someone. My name’s Rowen Hashiba.”

“I’m Sage Date.” The boy across the car introduced himself as well.

“Adria, Adria Fitzgerald.” She bowed lightly at the two. A lazy breeze caught the scent of fallen blossoms, and twisted their hair.

“Is that your Motorcycle?” Rowen pointed at her ‘cycle. The silver chrome glistened serenely under the autumn sun

“Uh-huh. It is.”

“Wow, I’ve always wanted to ride on one of those.”

“That’s great! Why don’t I give you a ride? We’re both going the same place, and then you can show me where our class is.”

“Good” Sage said. He was now on the other side of the car next to the other two. “I would have been late for class if I had given Rowen a ride, but this way I won’t be tardy.” Just then a group a girls walked past, giggling. Sage’s eyes followed then looked back at Adria, “Excuse me.”

They watched Sage saunter off and then looked at each other.

“Here, give me your bag.” She took hers and Rowen's and tied them down to the back. She handed him a helmet; “you’ll need this.”

“So, how do you ride this thing?” Rowen stared at the motorcycle uneasily. Adria laughed.

“It’s like riding a bike.”

“Why do I doubt that?”

“I don’t know.” She snapped on her helmet and smiled up at Rowen, “Ready?” she expected a weak reply, but he smiled and seemed to straighten.

“Ready.” She nodded happily but suddenly looked shocked. “What is it?”

“Osito!” Her hand shot to her mouth her eyes held a sudden terror.

“What?” He was confused. Her eyes darted around eagerly.

“Osito, donde esta? Aye, que disastre.”

“Why are you speaking Spanish?”

“Mi mono, sorry, my monkey, Osito. He must have fell off my shoulder when I was bumped.”

“You have a Monkey? A monkey that understands Spanish.”

“Why not? He’s from Panama. Oh, there you are.” She found the zipper of her bag and completely unzipped it. Again, a little black nose peeked out. “Hola, otra vez Osito. Va afuera y ve nuestro amigo nuevo, Rowen.” Osito immerged entirely from the bag and looked at Rowen uneasily. The boy genius laughed as he looked at Osito.

“Pues,” Adria looked at Rowen with a shocked expression as he spoke in Spanish, “Mucho gusto Osito. Como esta?” Osito turned his head in question and then squawked happily, charging up Rowen’s extended hand and to the top of his helmet where he looked down into his eyes. Adria laughed as Rowen laughed even harder, but a quick glance at her watch stopped her.

“Oh man, we’re going to be late if we don’t get going.” Rowen was still smiling as he lifted the monkey off his head.

“Don’t worry, I know a short cut.”

Well, I’m getting along. If you have questions about the Spanish on this page, TOO BAD!!! Wahh hahaha! Hahaha…aha…ha…tehe…. Whew. Sorry, but all the Japanese in many fics has started to annoy me. Don’t worry about what you can’t understand, there’s nothing important. Just stuff like, “Nice to meet you” and “Where’s my Monkey?” If it’s really annoying you mail me and I send you a translation. As always I look forward to your comments, praises and general bad mouthing. So tell me what you think.