A Twist In School

Nova: this is a shared account between me and Atticus. This story is also written by us both.
Atticus: We hope you like!! Please Review, we want to know what you think about it!


Nova writes:

A tall figure looked out the window, his teal green eyes narrowed as he watched school kids run around on the fields. It was always the same thing every evening after school ended, he would return to the dorms, and watch the pitiful human kids run around, playing, having fun. Such luxuries where not given to him. Vincent glared at the kids and turned on his heal, looking to his bed. Where pieces of a life size doll where placed.

Vincent pulled back his long dark brown hair into a ponytail tying it with a blue ribbon strands falling down framing his face, he walked over to the bed, and leaned down picking up pieces of the doll, he frowned, and then tossed it back to the bed.


“Amateur.” The seventeen year old flopped back on his bed, making it creak. The sound of his door opening had him look to his door eyes narrowed as the head of his roommate popped in.

“Say, Vincent, what you think of my doll so far?” The idiot smiled as if it was ok to enter his room without knocking first. Vincent stood gathered the doll, and walked over to Kita, depositing the pieces of doll into the other mans hands.

“It’s pathetic.” Kita looked surprised his brown eyes wide, as he stared up at the slightly taller man. “The portions are all wrong, the feel isn’t smooth, it lacks creativity, and has no life put into it.” Vincent glared as Kita’s mouth opened and closed.
“How can you say that, I worked so hard.” Kita babbled.

“As I said before Kita you have no talent in making dolls.” Vincent went to close his door, but Kita slammed his hand on the wood making it so Vincent couldn’t close it. The doll parts scatting on the floor. “Release my door.” Kita growled.

“You hypocrite, you can’t just say that when you have never made a doll yourself, and brought life into it.” Kita pushed the door open and let him self in not noticing that he stomped on parts of his doll breaking and crushing it. Vincent scowled, turning as he watched Kita look around his room.

“And who says I have not?” Vincent crossed his arms over his chest.

“Everyone, lets face it your just a wan-bee. You wish you could make a doll as good as I could.” Vincent smirked, as Kita went over to one of Vincent’s shelf pulling out books and tossing them around his room.

“You flatter me Kita, to think you never even realized.” Kita stopped, looking over to Vincent.

“Realize? Realize what, that you’re an chunky bastard?” Vincent smirked.
“Get out Kita.” Kita shivered, it was a bad idea to enter Vincent’s room. The guy was unpredictable and scary. Just then there was a tugging at his side Kita looked over seeing a fourteen-year-old boy at his side, blond hair and golden eyes staring up at him.
“You should leave Kita, Master doesn’t seam to like you.” Kita noticed the boy; from school he was a transfer student, entering the school just this year. He had only seen him once or twice, since school had just started.

“Holden you shouldn’t touch such filth.” The boy turned his head slowly releasing his grip from Kita’s shirt. “Come here.” Holden ran over not heisting, then grabbed Vincent hand, and turned looking at Kita. Only now did Kita notice that Holden was wearing doll clothes. Kita looked up to Vincent then back down to Holden.

“That’s imposable… No one can make a doll look so life like, no one!” Vincent picked Holden up walking over to the bed he placed the blond down then stood back up, his gaze resting on Kita as he walked over to him making Kita back up, when to the door, Vincent lean in close to Kita’s ear.

“I did, and now you will forget.” Magic swirled around Kita, flame ablaze, not burning but warm and unpleasant, Kita let out a shriek, Holden thru his hands over his ears and closed his eyes, then just as the flames appeared they where gone and Kita was falling backwards, Vincent slammed his door shut, then looked back to Holden, who was curled up into himself. He walked over to the doll, and sat down pulling the blond to his lap, he began to stroke his hair claming Holden down. Holden looked up to Vincent eyes teary.
“You didn’t hurt him do you?”

“No just made him forget you’re a doll, after all it wouldn’t be any fun if people found out now would it?” Holden smiled up at the brunet.

“Nope it’s a game right Vincent, a game just you and me know about.” The blond bubbled.

“I.” Holden looked confused, tilting his head at Vincent. “You and I, not you and me.” Holden nodded then yawned. “Time for bed, Holden, go get ready.” Vincent gently pushed Holden off him, making the doll stand, Holden ran off to the attached bathroom to get ready. Vincent stood and began to gather the books that where carelessly thrown about his room, and placed them back on the shelf. Maybe things weren’t going to be the same after all.
~xXx~

Holden sat at his desk he was way early, but that didn’t matter to him Vincent always got him up at five thirty, of course Vincent was already up at five, dressed and ready for the day. Holden swung his feet back and forth under his desk; he closed his eyes, and rested his head on his hand that was propped up on his desk. His other hand busy; drumming his fingers on the surface of the desk. Holden was never one to sit still. He was the complete opposite of his master, the one that created him. Vincent was clam, calculating, silent, cold, swift, he had an air to him that demanded respect or total fear from people around him. While as Holden was kind, caring, up beat, bubbly, and always easy to get along with, people flocked to him, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was seen hanging around Vincent so much.

“Ha, so this is were the freak is.” A fist slammed down on Holden’s desk, close to the blonds drumming fingers, slowly Holden opened his eyes staring into dual gray eyes, the boy was older and had blond hair spiked that had black tips. The boy had a bulkier frame then Holden’s ‘doll’ like frame, Holden smiled.

“Aw miss me Jordan?” The blond joked not taking the older boy seriously. The gray-eyed boy fumed, clenching his fist at his side.

“Shut up freak, your not with your boyfriend now, you have nothing to be smug about.” At that Holden looked at Jordan confused going as far as to lean back in his seat and tiled his head to the side.

“Boyfriend?” Jordan smirked.

“Yeah the prick Vincent.” Jordan didn’t see the fist coming; he stumbled back and fell on his ass, holding his bleeding nose, most likely broken. Holden stood, eyes narrowed as he glared down at the idiot that dared to insult his master. In a second Jordan was up, making a lunge at the smaller boy Holden side-stepped him, putting his foot out, he tripped Jordan. The boy let out a frustrated growl, Holden looked to his hand seeing cracks; Vincent was going to kill him. With that though Holden froze, making him an easy target as Jordan grabbed him and swung him into the wall, Holden let out a gasp, then crumpled to the ground. He could hear his arm cracking, If master wasn’t going to kill him before he was now, Holden had to stop this fight. With that in though Holden kicked a desk down, Jordan smirked striding over to the blond, Holden braced his feet to the lags of the desk and pushed forward fast, Jordan caught off guard, had his lags taking out from under him, flew to the ground hitting his head, dazed. Holden took this time to stand and book it out of the room clutching his arm. All the while think I’m dead, masters going to kill me. Not one bit worried about the Neanderthal he had left behind.
Sideling to a stop Holden looked around the corner seeing other students talking, he looked down to his hand, it was too noticeable. Holden pulled out his gloves, and pulled them onto his hands, he hated them but they where necessary. Then looking around the corner again Holden slowly slid into the hall, making his way over to the stairs, once there he ran up not stopping once he reached the hirer ranking classes.

Holden let out a breath of relief as he made it to the room he was seeking, glancing up at the number once again to confirm, Holden slowly raised his hand, then paused switching it to his other not wanting to damage the cracked hand any more then it was already.

~xXx~

There was a timid knock at the classrooms door the teacher looked over from the chalkboard, then snapped his fingers the words on the board changing from mystical beast and demons to legendary facts, and fictions. Then he made his way over to the door, opening it he was surprised to see a boy standing their golden eyes looking up to him.
“Excuse me for interrupting but by chance could I see Vincent for a moment its an emergence.” The blond boy bit his lip; the teacher nodded then turned his head looking into the class.
“Vincent, there is a boy here to see you.” Teal green eyes looked up staring at the teacher, before Vincent stood. His classmates began to talk wounding who would ask for Vincent, no sane person would.

Vincent made it to the door, the teacher let him pass, and closed the door, Vincent looked down to Holden, Hid doll looked nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, hands clasped behind his back, a slight twinge of pain clearly showing on his face.

“What is it?” Holden bit his lip again.
“Promise you wont get mad?”

“Holden spit it out.” The doll looked close to tears, as Vincent looked down to him arms crossed.

“Please.” Holden pleaded desperately, Vincent breathed in and out slowly claming down.
“I promise now what is it?” Shyly looking up at Vincent throw strand of hair, Holden slowly brought his hands from behind his back; so that Vincent could see the gloves he had given his doll. Holden then raised one hand to the other then pulled the glove off showing Vincent the broken and cracked hand, Vincent immediately lowered him self pulling Holden closer, then gently rolled up the dolls sleeve, noticing the cracks went all the way up the length of the arm. Teal green eyes looked into Golden, staring intently, Vincent’s hand softly holding Holden’s arm.

“Who did it?” It was a command, Holden shivered.
“I-fell..”

“Don’t lie to me.” Tears welled up In Holden’s eyes, dripping over the dolls cheeks. Magic swirled around Vincent and Holden, then crawled up Holden’s body, flame flicking at the doll before slathering on the dolls arm, mending and fixing the cracked arm and hand. Vincent still held the dolls gaze.

“You- pr-o-mised, not to be mad.” Holden hiccupped, trying to hold back more tears from falling and failed miserably. Vincent pulled Holden to him, hugging the doll.
“Tell me.” Holden grabbed onto Vincent green blazer, Vincent magic slowly dieing down.

“Jor-” The bell rang for the end of class, Vincent picked Holden up and moved to the side of the hall, students came running out of their classes, running past the two, Vincent looked down to Holden, knowing that he had to find out who had injured his doll at a later time, right now the blond was to messed up.

~xXx~

Atticus writes:

It was turning out to be a regular kind of day for Lucky. Wake up, feed the talking dog, wake up roommate, beat up what ever she summoned in the middle of the night. Make breakfast and run out the dorm doors. An normal kind of day.

Things turned awkward. She had forgotten her glasses back at the dorm. Sneaking into the janitors closet and poofed herself into her room. Grabbed her corrective eyewear off of the kitchen table. Why was there a unicorn in the kitchen. Lucky chased it out and poofed back into the janitors closet. On top of a very loud pile of cleaning supplies and brooms that where not there five minutes ago.

“ Whoa!” and Lucky spilled out of the closet and into the hallway, sparking a wave of laughter. Beet red Lucky ran down the hall, wishing that mortals didn’t exist so she’d be able to do an invisibility spell. Uniform shoes making clicking sounds down the hall as she ran by other students, and making a hairpin turn into her next period classroom.

“ Good thing it Fortune telling, I need to be cheered up.” Said Lucky as she shuffled towards her desk and slumped down into the chair. Other students started to file into the room so Lucky just put her head down on the desk “ Why didn’t I foresee this?” She groaned to herself as snickers and snatches of laughter where heard

“Hey there’s Lucky..”
“…did you see her…”
“ What a spazz…”

“ Okay, quiet everybody. Class has started.” The was a loud shuffling as students ran to their desks as the teacher entered the room.” Today you’ll continue working on your tarot work. So get your decks out” Lucky rummaged through her bag. Her shoulders tensed the rummaging got faster as the deck wasn’t produced. She then relaxed, the deck was in her purse. Lucky loved her deck, the pretty pictures and the fact that she was actually good at fortune telling( and cooking) made the deck seem better to her.

“ Now what I want you to do is to do your own fortunes. I taught you to change the spells so that you have a time frame for when the events will take place. I want something that will happen within the week. I want your predictions written down and handed in at the end of class and due next week will be a report on weather or not they came true.”

Lucky took a big deep breath as she shuffled the deck. With eyes closed she drew her cards and put the in the right positions. Only after every card was in it’s place did she open her eyes to read their messages. Taking out a pen and a piece of paper she wrote down ……… You will come to see a change. You will see something unusual but you will not be afraid. A stranger is coming and they are the one that will bring change. There is a second stranger and they bring friendship.

“That doesn’t sound too bad” said Lucky to herself as she handed in the paper as the bell rang. ”I wonder who the stranger could be?” she asked herself out loud as two students walked by one short and blonde the other with a protective arm across his shorter friend’s shoulders, tall and dark haired.