Fagging

I\'ve had this little plot bunny sitting in my head for a while now... got the idea while I was reserching Britsh Slang...
Now it\'s finally time to let it out.
Maybe it\'ll grow from a little bunny to something else?

Anyway.. Those are oringal characters of mine, and not from any series or book. So you can\'t take them and use them.

The setting: UK.. in an All-boys\' boarding school.
Ever heard of the Britsh term, \"Fagging\"?

The dictoary slang defition: Fagging - Fagging is the practice of making new boys at boarding schools into slaves for the older boys. If you are fagging for an older boy you might find yourself running his bath, cleaning his shoes or performing more undesirable tasks.

Not the way you think it\'s like...Normally, it would be a innocent thing that trains young boys to have discpline, to be respectful of people older than them. Plus, The older boys are not to mistreat the younger boys in any way, and to actually become like thier protector, friend and guide in excage for the boy\'s services, making it a very postive thing.
Those services induce everything from polishing the shoes to cleaning rooms... And if the boys doing the tasks acts up, and gets too unruly.. then the older boys are given permssion to discpline the boys by giving them spankings.. whatever the hand or the cane might be used. However, that\'s far as the Discpline goes. They\'re not allowed to get \"creative\"... like in terms of sexual contact or some other forms of bullying.

However, let\'s just say one certain boy took it too far with a newcomer....Thier names are Axel and Adonis, and this is thier story.
((Note for some other people who reads my other stuff, Yes.. Axel and Adonis are who you think they are. They\'re set in an Alterate Universe, very different than the other story they are in. :) Plus.. they get a new chance together this way. But yeah, no wonderland here. You might find all hints of familar characters here, though.. you know, as a inside joke. ))
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Adonis sighed, looking up at the large manision-like building before him.
It was supposed to be one of the best schools in the Area, but im iim it looked like some creepy building that looked almost like an medvial castle to him.
He had just moved here to the UK from America with his parents. His father had accepted a new job that paid more overseas, and his mother thought it would be good for a pre-teen like him to go to a nice school in the UK, where he would get more education.
However, He wasn\'t sure about liking it here in this country. Already he missed all his friends back home, even though he wasn\'t exactly the popular boy. He also missed their old house, with the familar bed he slept in.
Adonis felt an lump in his throat, and he found it very hard to shallow.
His mother and Father was unloading the car, carrying out his luggage.
\"Come on, my dear..\" Mother urged him along, carrying two of the lighter luggages towards the boarding school.
Adonis didn\'t say a word, but he followed.
His father walked right behind him, carrying a bag and a trunk.
Adonis felt like he was an zombie, barely fuctioning as he walked along, dragging his bags behind him.

His younger sister felt the oppsite though, about moving to this country.
Alice felt very excited to be moving to someplace new.. someplace where she could easily start all over again.
You see, while Alice was three years younger than his brother, she tended to have a cynical, and somewhat mature look on life. She also had quite the temper on her, so whenever she got picked in school.. it always resulted in her starting a fistfight.
So she very few friends, just like Adonis did.
Adonis had very few friends for a competely different reason though.
You see, the town he lived in, wasn\'t exactly a open-minded town...
Boys had to dress and act an certain way or else they were labeled as a momma\'s boy.
Or even more worse, labeled as a boy who was desintied to become gay by the boys\' overly religious and paronid fathers.

If he wasn\'t being picked on in school for the way he dressed, due to his mother buying all his clothes for him....
Then it would always be that moment when he thought he had made some new friends only to have their fathers get exemetely worried about the way he acted, and them telling thier sons to stay away from him.
Just because he wasn\'t into the whole macho mentality of playing stuff like rough-housing, playing cowboys and indians..
Instead, He was into more gentler pasttimes like doodling cartoons, watching TV and baking sweets.
Okay, so maybe he was really an momma\'s boy....
But he never really understood being labeled as \"Gay\". When he had first heard that word, He had asked his parents about it...
they didn\'t really go into it that much, expect to say that it was where two males touched each other and liked each other the way a boy might like a girl. He knew about sex acts between a girl and a boy, he wasn\'t that stupid. However, he wasn\'t sure how it would be possible between two males.

At any rate, that was why he was never popular... because of assumptations like that. However, he did have a few great friends who never judged him based on clothes and other things. They knew the real him, and had the same intersts as him.
He was going to miss them horribly. Maybe he should had asked to stay with his grandmother so that he could stay and conitune going to school back home?
But that was a moot point, he knew exactly what his mother would had said to that.
\"Adonis, I\'m not letting you stay over there when you could get a better education here!\" He could practually hear his mother say that. Just exactly what a twelve year old boy was going to learn anyway, in a creepy place like this?

Adonis was wondering about that as he looked about the main hallways of the school.
He was outside the resigstery room, where his parents were now talking to the headmaster of the school.
On the walls, there was a lot of pictures.. mostly black and white pictures of preivous students and teachers from the past, but there was newer ones as well. Adonis found them to be very intersting, espeically with the sport pictures.
They had something to do with a sport called \"Cricket\" which he had never heard of.
Was it some strange sport that had to do with grasshoppers, he wondered to himself.
\"Ah, I suppose I\'ll find out sooner or later..\" Adonis mumbled to himself.

The rest of the day went about like a blur to him. First he had gotten the chance to meet the headmaster, and he made a big deal about welcoming Adonis. That wasn\'t so bad, but when the headmaster went on some long babbling lecture about how great this school was when he walked all three to the dorm room he was to stay in, he just kind of tuned him out.
After his parents left, the headmaster explained to him the system.... every dorm wing was like a section.
Each section was called a \"house\", mostly as in a sort of group. Adonis was to live in the Westron \"House\"...which was basically the west wing of the mansion-like school. Each house was watched over by the head boy of that house and the prefects.
Adonis thought to himself then, that it sounded almost like the system that was described in the Harry Potter books that he read once. He was somewhat surpised that such a system actually existed, but then again.. JK Rowling were a british lady so maybe she used that as the usual system for her book.
He smiled to himself as the silly notion entered his head that maybe they taught magic here, but he knew that couldn\'t be true. Everything looked too orinday, even if they looked somewhat foreboding to him.

Finally it was suppertime and he managed tomake his way to the dining room. There was only four tables with built-in chairs, but they seemed all large enough to seat nearly 30 to 50 each. One was reversed for the teachers and the school staff where as the rest were for the kids.
At first he was unsure as to where to sit, but then he noticed the tables had table cloths that was different colors, and with different lettering engraved into them. There was only one tablecloth that had the words on it that said: \"Westron House\".. so he assumed that he was to sit there.
Much to his relief, he saw that he was correct as the boys there looked up and smiled at him.
A boy much older than him, about 14 years old stood up to make room for a seat right next to him.

\"Thanks.\" Adonis smiled, as he sat down. The Blond boy sat back into his seat, and grinned right back.
\"You must be the new student I heard about. I\'m Axel, The head boy of the Westron House.\"
\"Axel, huh? That\'s a cool name... much better than mine. What does it mean?\" Adonis asked, while noticing that the blonde had two mis-matched eyes.. one a navy blue where as the other was a bright, nice green. A unusual name to go with a unusual boy, he thought.
\"It means Source of All Life, or something to that effect.. my mum\'s a very werid lady.\" Axel answered, now smirking. \"What\'s YOUR name, and what does it mean?\"
\"Adonis... It means...\" Adonis heastiated to say, \"Beautiful.\"
The other boys overhearing this snickered at the meaning of the name, as well as the odd name.
Adonis flushed, hating being laughed at. It was just like being back at his old school.

Axel didn\'t laugh though.. he knew it was like to be teased fovingving a unusual name, along with other things.
He just tilted his head as to look at Adonis thoughtfully. He then said, \"Well, that\'s not a bad name at all. After all, you aren\'t too hard on the eyes...\"
With that, he started eating the plate of food in front of him with Adonis staring at him.

Adonis wondered to himself, \"Did I just make a new friend.. or were he merely only making causal conversation?\"
Somebody brought the plate of food right over to him, and with that he started eating like the rest of the boys.

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Okay, that\'s proably not the greatest chapter ever.. but at least it\'ll get things off to a start. :)
Things get more interesting in the next chapter. ;)