| Part 2 Crawford walked through the hallways of the small high school desperately trying to not get barged by any kids for the third time in the last ten minutes. After he arrived at reception he�d been told to visit the principals office, of course no one had bothered to tell him where exactly that was, so after twenty minutes of wandering around he finally made it there. Stopping outside the door, he went to knock but heard a raised voice. It was a large bold voice that seemed more than a licked ticked at something. He raised his arm to knock again, only to hear a voice besides him, stopping him before his fist made contact with the heavy door. �I wouldn�t if I were you, he�s in a meeting right now, may be sometime�. /great/ he thought, turning slightly he finally noticed the older woman standing near him, her graying blond hair was wrapped around her face, eyes hidden by thick glasses. �I�m Mrs. Kanten, the principals secretary, he�ll be some time. Has one of his more troublesome pupils in there�. The shouting continued, as he stood in front of the door, arms crossing as he glared at it. /great, told to be here at 11.15 and it�s now 11.45, what the hell did I do to deserve this/. Crawford was a law student from the nearby university; part of his course study was to visit local collages and schools and to relate to people there about the course he was taking. Being off ill for the first two weeks the course started he�d been given the most likely school to go against the law let alone uphold it, and now here he was, waiting as the principal yelled at some kid. �How long do you think this will take?� he asked, he had better things to do than wait around in corridors, especially when his car was outside and was liable to get stolen if left standing still for to long. Mrs. Kanten smiled at him. �Shouldn�t be to long, they always clash. Jei has a habit for not bidding by school rules and is forever in there, I heard that this time he let down his chemistry teachers tires for failing him on a test, or it could have been about Mrs. Luciers desk. Young Jei or Farferello as he likes to call himself has a thing for sharp pointy objects and when he gets bored he tends to take his sharp pointy objects and make himself not bored.� She shook her head with a sigh. �I�m surprised he hasn�t been kicked out yet, no morals or manners and his dress sense is highly inappropriate for school. Before Crawford could ask, he was suddenly charged into when he didn�t notice the door in front opening, and the youth they�d been talking about, charge out and straight into him. Holding his side, Crawford looked over at the now growling pupil standing in front of him. Glowing amber eyes glared at him from under a mass of unruly silver bangs. �Move!� Crawford stood in the same spot as he took in the growling youth�s form. Amber eyes flashed angrily at him as white teeth chewed on his scarred bottom lip. His long silver hair hanging loosely over his shoulders. His pale neck was adorned with a thick heavy chain held together by a padlock, and many other chokers. Shining silver hoops in ears caught his attention and he counted. 1,2,3,4. Four hoops hung in both ears, the ones in the right, first and forth held together by a thin delicate chain. �MOVE out of my way� The sound of shifting leather breached his ears. The long sleeveless leather coat didn�t hide much. The tight belly top, ripped in strategic areas clung tightly to him as his low hung bondage pants hugged his hips. Black leather gloves clung to his hands, matching the jet black nail varnish on his fingers, if slightly chipped. �GET OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE I REMOVE YOU FROM IT!!!� This time the growled shout brought him out of his staring and he gave a slight blush. He looked into the burning gaze and shifted silently so the boy could pass. A resounding �asshole� caught his ears as the boy walked off, kicking the door at the end of the corridor open before disappearing. �Please forgive his rudeness, that boy has no grasp of politeness or respect for others.� Crawford looked up into the gray eyes of the balding principal, whose own face was flushed from the previous argument; he was ushered in as apologies were given for the delay. �Please forgive me Mr. Crawford, that boy is just to much trouble for me to deal with sometimes, no matter what I threaten him with he will not change.� Voice rising a little the man sat down. �I am principal Beklan, now how may I help you?� That was Crawford�s first meeting of the boy known as Farferello, and much to his dismay, he never saw the boy again. He had amused him, even if he had also scared the hell out of him, no one could forget such a heated gaze when it was directed solely onto you, even if you tried. So Crawford did his lectures, got teased and tormented by the young students and was nearly pulling his hair out by the time he finally finished the course and graduated. Even over the next year he didn�t forget the boy with the angry eyes and shocking silver hair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Farferello woke abruptly as something hit the side of his head, looking up he growled at the laughing redhead who was holding a bunch of napkins. Looking around he realized he had many surrounding him and realized he�d been target practice for the annoying one. Looking over he saw the angry, un-amused looking Takatori. �Am I keeping you awake Farferello? And please, get your DAMN feet off of my table; you have ruined enough as it is�. Pushing back on his seat Farferello let his feet drop to the floor, he turned to see Nagi ignoring him as usual, head still buried in the laptop, happily typing away as if nothing had happened. Looking back at Schuldig he contemplated on many ways to castrate him and finally he looked at Crawford. Crawford was still seated cross armed, and straight in his chair, he looked disinterested, the only tell tale sign that he had witnessed the act was the hint of amusement in his eyes. Pouting just a little Farferello turned in his chair, determined to stay awake if only to piss Schuldig off. Life could be such a bitch. He tried to stay focused on the meeting but shifted in his chair restlessly, bored out of his brain his mind began to wander, remembering the first meeting of Crawford he remembered after the school incident, that, he didn�t find out about till over a year later. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |