Form-Schieber

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Form-Schieber


Morningstar galt einmal als das angemessenste aller Engel. Als er fiel, verursachte er ein Rennen, eins, das seine ganze Schonheit hielt, ein Rennen, um zu tun, wahrend er sagte. Ein Rennen der Form-Schieber. Sie stellten die Kinder vom angemessensten her. Rennen, die gebildet wurden, um ihnen entgegenzusetzen, stellten ihre eigenen Kind-Bogen her, und die angefangene Haube der Kinder...zusammen mit dem Fall der Welt.

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Karasu knew something was wrong with Ennichi as he glanced over to the redhead. His lips were curved into a predatory smirk, his hair shielding his eyes, body leaning back in his chair and feet resting on his desk. This wasn't normal for the boy, who was the nicest and best student in the entire class. For him to be so casual in the breaking of rules meant that something was wrong.

The raven-haired teen reached over to grab a lock of waist-length crimson hair and tug, bringing the other's attention to him. Karasu felt a familiar shiver work its way down his spine at the glittering purple eyes, so deep yet so empty. It was truly the only feature he couldn't stand about him.

"Are you alright, Ennichi?" he asked softly. His blue eyes searched Ennichi's for deception as the other answered.

"Just fine, Rasu; why?" Almost innocent violet eyes blinked at him. The innocence, however, was torn apart by the deepening of the cruel-looking smirk. He sighed.

"Enni, you're...different. You aren't acting like yourself. Are you sure?"

"As sure as I'll ever be. What do you mean, I'm different?"

Karasu was about to answer, but the bell rang and the teacher screeched at them to sit down. Wincing, he was forced to drop it and go to his seat across the room. When he had settled down and the teacher had gone back to shrieking like a howler-monkey on helium, he glanced to the boy again. He was back to his usual pose, back straight, feet on the floor, hands resting on his slim thighs. Karasu was confused.

"Who knows the old legend of the form-schieber?"

The blue-eyed teen grinned as Ennichi's hand shot up. He was surprised, however, when many others went up as well.

"Yes, Ayame, what do you say?"

"The form-schieber is an old-standing race created by Morningstar after his fall. Their name is roughly translated to 'shape-shifter' which is what they are. They can change into any form they choose, and are supposed to hold the grace and beauty Morningstar was so known for."

"Very good. Today we are going to study why the form-schieber is impossible, and why they couldn't change forms as they are said to without their bodies dissolving."

Karasu, who had an intense interest in cracking problems with old legends, threw himself into his work. So far, in fact, that he missed the sour look that crossed Ennichi's face.

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As class was let out, Ennichi stood, eager to get out of the hellhole he was in. Meeting Karasu by the door, he smirked lightly. Karasu was babbling about how interesting it was that people who started so many myths didn't know about all the things that destroy the stories discovered now, and Ennichi easily blocked him out. It was normal for this to happen; he knew Karasu did the same to him.

Finally, they burst outside for lunch, making a beeline directly for their regular spot beneath a huge oak. Karasu sat with his back against the trunk; Ennichi flipped himself into one of the higher branches like he always did.

"Enni."

The redhead pulled his head from the depths of his huge schoolbag to gave a grunt of answer before burying himself to the waist within it again.

"You seem different; did I say that already?"

"Yeah you did," Ennichi yelled; his voice was still muffled on the outside of his bag. His hips were dangerously close to disappearing within.

"Well, you seem a bit more...how to put this..?"

A leg was slowly sliding into the bag. A distorted "I dunno" came from it.

"You seem...like you care less for the rules, you know? And you're a bit...darker..."

There was absolutely no sign of the teen anymore; just a huge, bulky, squirming schoolbag.

Karasu stared at it a few moments, used to this scene. He waited patiently.

An almost inaudible holler of triumph drifted from the bag, and slowly, the redhead emerged backwards from the open flap. When he finally distangled himself from the shoulder-handles, he held up a paper bag with a crow of happiness.

New students or students who had never seen this spectacle either stared open-mouthed or laughed their asses off.

Ennichi opened the bag and pulled out a huge sandwich that truly didn't look like it should have fit, shoving it into his mouth. Karasu shook his head with a grin.

"Pig," he muttered. Ennichi glared at him.

"Have you ever tasted one of these?" he asked once he had managed to chew and swallow. "These are the best goddamn sandwiches you could ever fricken' hope for!"

Karasu chuckled. He'd heard that before. "You really need to get a smaller bag."

Ennichi blinked. "But I like doing that; hunting for the treasure is half the satisfaction." The other half of the almost scary sandwich was shoved down his throat. Karasu raised an eyebrow.

"You been practicing?" he asked teasingly.

"You wanna borrow the dildo? Works wonders..."

Karasu choked on the soda he had just swallowed. "What?" he gasped.

Ennichi was roaring with laughter at the terrified look the other was giving him. "Joke, joke..."

"I hope so..."

"Maybe."

"Ennichi!"

He cracked up.

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Crimson eyes narrowed onto the slender teen in the tree.

"You are going to die, soon, Enzeru. Soon, the legendary Kyoushu is going down."

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