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Alrighty… This'll be the last of the "Inquisition" series-within-a-series. XD

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Inquisition 3/3

The bell rang, signaling the end of History class. Seryu Cerulean closed the giant grimoire and smiled brightly at her class. "Well, that concludes today's lecture on the Inquisition. Next meeting, we'll talk about the destruction of Glast Heim. Comprende? Bye." She waved them out of the classroom. Prophesy joined the steady stream of students. He was looking for someone. He spotted who he was looking for and approached.

"Nicole?" He tapped her shoulder. She turned around, and smiled.

"Oh, hey Proph! How're you doing?" Her head was tilted to the side, the long blonde strands of her hair grazing her shoulder.

"Have you seen Grey? It's really important." He nervously scratched his head. She looked surprised. Prophesy gazed at Nicole, whose innocence shone through her blue eyes, her cherub-like face curious.

"Grey? Oh, uh… Nope… I haven't seen him since lunch period. Why are you asking, anyway?" Prophesy looked down unto his scuffed leather shoes.

"You don't want to know." She raised an eyebrow.

"Pleaseeee!" Nicole clasped her hands together and smiled brightly at him. All of a sudden, Aurikku, Nicole's room mate, appeared out of nowhere and hugged Nicole.

"Hi Nic! Hi Proph." Prophesy waved back.

"Hi Aurikku." The brunette looked first at Proph, who looked hassled, and then at Nicole, whose best 'innocent angel look' was plastered all over her face. Aurikku grinned coyly and winked.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" The two's heads swiveled towards her, their faces contorted with shock.

"What? Of course not!" Prophesy indignantly replied.

"Oh. Uh. It's nothing like that, Aurikku! Really!" Nicole flapped her hands up and down.

Aurikku closed her eyes and shook her head. "Denial is always a symptom." She announced to the two, her hand cupping her chin in what she thought was a wise pose.

"Gah!"

"Wait wait! That's not the point." Prophesy looked at Nicole. "You really haven't seen Grey?" She glanced worriedly at him.

"No. Why? What's wrong?" Aurikku's ears perked up at the sound of the headstrong acolyte's name.

"Grey? Did something happen to him?" Prophesy suddenly looked started scuffing the floor with his shoes.

"Well… Uhm… You see…"

"Spit it out already." A loud voice not belonging to either of the three exclaimed. They turned around and saw the class vice-president, Eizenmeteor La Rouge, looking at them, his face cheery.

"Uh… Hey Eizen." Aurikku greeted him. He smiled.

"Yo." His eyes bore into Prophesy's. "So. What happened to Grey?"

"Well. Er… You know Miss Cerulean's lecture a few minutes ago? About the Inquisition?"

"Yah." Proph twiddled his thumbs.

"Well. Uh. I think that our Headmistress is an inquisitor, and that she wants to torture Grey."

"Eh?" All three exclaimed, alarmed.

"Are you sure!" Nicole asked, shaking Prophesy so hard that he was afraid that his head swould separate from his neck. The blue-haired boy nodded.

"Positive. There was a toe-sweeper in a closet in her office. Plus, she wanted me to summon Grey. She said that she wanted to 'talk' to him." He gestured wildly. "And you know what Miss Cerulean told us! The inquisitors wanted to question the 'heretics', but then they killed them! Or something." He scratched his chin, then shrugged. "Anyway! The point is this: Grey is going to get tortured. Probably for one of those mischievous pranks he pulled."

Nicole reeled back in shock. "I can't believe it! How did she find out…?"

Aurikku balled her hands into fists. "When I find out who ratted out on Grey, I'll punch them so hard, they'll kiss the moon!"

Eizen sighed forlornly. "Poor Grey… I'll miss the poor bugger." He clutched his heart. "Not to worry, I will give a stirring eulogy." He cleared his throat and pretended to hold a piece of paper in front of him. "Here lies Grey Wilde. His hair wasn't gray, but he sure was wild." He bowed. Aurikku whacked the back of his head.

"Don't be stupid. Inquisitors burn heretics at the stakes, remember? There won't be any funeral." Nicole suddenly emitted a loud sob.

"Waaah! I can't believe you two! Joking at a time like this!" She huffed and turned on her heel. She walked furiously away. Aurikku ran after her.

"Hey! Wait, Nic!" Prophesy sadly shook his head as he watched the girls' retreating backs.

"Who was joking?" Eizenmeteor asked him, confused. Prophesy buried his face is his hands, exasperated.

))((o))(( Nicole ))((o))((

Nicole Solaris knocked softly on the headmistress's door. No answer. She knocked again.

"Come in." She tentatively opened the door and stepped inside. Miss Vanderbilt was sitting behind a large wooden desk, a pair of glasses perched on her nose. "Miss Solaris. Why, this is a surprise. Is something wrong?" Nicole's lips quivered, then she suddenly burst into tears. The headmistress stood up, shocked. She went around her desk towards her student, "There, there." She said while patting Nicole's back. "There." She added, for good measure. "Now, child. Tell me what's wrong." Nicole sniffled.

"Headmistress Vanderbilt! Please don't punish Grey for the laxatives he placed in your soup the night before last…" She rubbed her eyes. "He didn't know that the bishop was coming that night!" She looked at the Miss Vanderbilt, imploringly. "He didn't mean to embarrass you. Really! Some of his pranks just get out of hand, that's all." The headmistress stroked her chin, her eyes narrowed into slits.

"Ah yes. The laxatives. Don't worry your little head over it. I've recovered." Nicole smiled at her, hesitantly. She inched out of the door.

"Well. Sorry for taking up your time, Headmistress." Miss Vanderbilt waved a hand at her.

"Anytime, Miss Solaris." The student waved.

"Please don't torture Grey." She said as she closed the door. The headmistress stared at the closed door, her eyes squinted with confusion.

"…Torture?"

))((o))(( Aurikku ))((o))((

Aurikku Pryor sauntered into Miss Vanderbilt's office, her hands on her hips. "Please, Headmistress, don't do it!" The headmistress stood up, he arms crossed.

"Don't do what, Miss Pryor?" The young acolyte threw her arms up, exasperated.

"Don't punish Grey, of course!" Miss Vanderbilt stayed silent. Aurikku took this as a good sign, so she plowed on. "I mean, I was the one who dared him to put the ink in the Church's fountain…" She sighed and placed her hand dramatically on her forehead. "So if you want to punish someone for that little prank, punish me. Not Grey." She placed both of her hands over her heart and gazed hopelessly out of the giant window in the headmistress' office. Miss Vanderbilt rolled her eyes at her student's dramatics.

"No need, Miss Pryor." The young acolyte's mood instantly brightened up, and she stared at the headmistress with stars in her eyes.

"For real?" The headmistress raised an eyebrow.

"Uh. Quite right." Aurikku threw her hands up in the air and cheered.

"2, 4, 6, 8. Who do I appreciate!" Then she started doing an impromptu dancing session. The aging headmistress placed her hand on her forehead, exasperated. After a few seconds, she loudly cleared her throat, stopping Miss Pryor in mid-spin.

"I think that you would appreciate the hot food in the cafeteria for dinner tonight. It's Kimchi and Bulgogi, I think. One of your friends, miss… Um, miss Shizuku. She's the cook tonight." Aurikku grinned.

"Oooh… Yummy. Thanks, Headmistress! Seeyah!" Miss Vanderbilt sighed in relief, as she smiled a hidden smile.

))((o))(( Eizenmeteor ))((o))((

He stood outside the large wooden door, breathing in and out. This was it! Time to exercise his power as vice-president. Should he go for the friendly approach or the professional one? Hmm. Professional, definitely. He cracked his knuckles and pushed open the door. "Excuse me, miss Vanderbilt?" The headmistress stood up, after arranging a few papers on her desk.

"Ah. Mister La Rouge. What brings you here?" Eizenmeteor straightened his back and cleared his throat. He took a deep breath.

" Madame Vanderbilt, I implore you as the vice-president of the student body not to chastise Grey for the rubber chicken he placed into the stewpot last week." He paced the floor. "It was all in harmless fun, you know. I mean, no one got hurt, right?" He stopped, and scratched his chin. "Professor Hyrule was able to save Miss Alarius when she accidentally choked on the rubber chicken's leg... So, no harm done, right?" He laughed nervously.

The headmistress leaned against her desk, her arms crossed. "Interesting indeed. Rubber chicken, you say?" She straightened up and walked behind her desk. She sat down into the leather chair. "Quite ingenious, once you think about it."

Eizen smiled tentatively at her. She waved her hand in dismissal.

"You may leave now, Mr. La Rouge." Eizenmeteor bowed courteously and left quietly, closing the door behind him.

))((o))(( Prophesy ))((o))((

The blue-haired teen stepped into the mother superior's office, determined and grim. 'I am going to make my case quickly and efficiently. Yes, that's what I'll do!'

"Headmistress." Miss Vanderbilt looked up, saw him, and just barely managed to cover up a tired laugh.

"Come to save poor Mr. Wilde, eh?" Prophesy had heard that laugh and found himself brimming with a sense of justice. 'What kind of person would find pleasure in torturing someone?' he thought, disgusted. Passionately, he started to say that speech that he had thought of over and over in his mind on the way here.

"Yes ma'am. I know what you're gonna say!" He cried, and he pointed at her, as she stared at him, curious. "'There's no use saving him,' you'll say. 'We're gonna torture him until he promises to stop his mischief! We're gonna kill him if he doesn't stop adventuring on the fringe of rule-breaking! There's no way you can save him!'" Miss Vanderbilt looked at him, alarmed.

"What!" Prophesy, too wrapped up in his passionate speech, continued.

"But I won't hear anything of it! I'm gonna save that poor sucker's life any way I can!" The Mother Superior laughed. She wagged a finger at him.

"Torturing people is against church doctrine, you know." Prophesy continued, either ignoring the headmistress, or not hearing her.

"What I mean is… Just because he snuck into the girls' dormitory doesn't mean he can get killed for it!" He shaped one of his hands into a fist and he slammed it down hard unto his open palm. "It's just teenage hormones, you know. A fact of life. You can't kill him for following his natural urges!"

Miss Vanderbilt raised up a hand to stop Prophesy. Eventually, Proph became quiet. When the air in the office was still, the headmistress announced, in her soft yet authorative voice,

"Enough already. I've heard enough." Her student paused, then opened his mouth.

"So you won't kill Grey?" His aged teacher rolled her eyes, smiled, and nodded.

"Yes, I won't. I swear that I will not take young Grey Wilde's life." The blue-haired youngster sighed in relief.

"Thanks a lot, headmistress." He flashed her the peace sign. "You rock, man." She raised a grey eyebrow.

"Er. Thank you, Mister Hyrule." As Prophesy left, Miss Vanderbilt heaved a sigh, a smile on her lips. After a few moments, she asked one of the teachers to send for Grey Wilde, who had been training with Lana Alarius in the Pronteran hills the whole afternoon. She walked over to her closet, opened it, and took out a shovel, a watering can, and a pail. Mr. Wilde would need these for the next couple of weeks.

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"Odin, help me." Grey Wilde muttered as he dug a mound of Peco-Peco manure into the flower beds of the Church's garden. He squinted his eyes in disgust as specks of manure smeared all ovr his clothes and shoes. He was getting sick of the abhorrent smell. "I wonder who told on me about the ink, the laxatives, the rubber chicken, and the girl's dorm?" He gnashed his teeth. "If I ever catch those stinking jerks who ratted me out to Miss Vanderbilt, I'll give 'em the old 2-4!" He muttered. As if to prove his point, he savagely speared his shovel into the manure, not thinking of the fragments of poop that covered his shoes due to the force of the shovel. He looked down, and groaned. "Great. Just great."

At that moment, Prophesy, Nicole, Eizenmeteor, and Aurikku passed by and waved at Grey, who was dabbing frantically at his shoes with a giant leafy plant, muttering obscenities. He didn't see them, so they shrugged and continued waking towards class, all of them thinking that they had individually saved Grey. They each were glad that they had confronted the headmistress, for if they didn't, he would still probably be locked in a dark dank room under the church, screaming with pain as the headmistress poked him with red hot needles.

Prophesy looked pleased.

Eizenmeteor grinned.

Aurikku smiled.

Nicole beamed.

I want to take this moment to thank all those people whose characters I've used for these stories… :D You've all been really great to me, and though some of you may not remember be, I remember you. XD;

Credits:

Teachers:

Crescence Hyrule - Crescence (Dave:D)

Seryu Cerulean- Seryu (Seri. )

Carol Hart- CarolHearts (Old guildmate…)

Students:

Shizuku Mizu- Mizu-chan (Sandy:D)

Grey Wilde- grey(Rich)

Aurikku Pryor- Aurikku(Rissy!)

Eizenmeteor la Rouge- Eizenmeteor (Tansky)

Prophesy Hyrule- Prophesy (Dave! Yes, the same Dave.)

Satsuki Yumiduka-Misaki- Satsuki.Yumiduka (Pishy!)

Eluoj Oridel- Eluoj (Elu. XD;)

Nicole Solaris- unforgivable (Nic.)

Random:

Masaru Misaki- MasaruMisaki (Kuya Kev)

Amfielle- amfie2 (Clemce)

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Okay. How come some of the symbols won't come out? Owel../