Story Title: Eyes Of The Powerful.

Warnings: Magic/Sorcery (little use), Elementals, language, adult situations, abuse, gore, fighting scenes, torture, and adult situations (SLASH, as well as HET.)

Story Rating: M.

Chapter Rating: K.

Changes In Chapter: Added about 550 more words than the original; a bit more information and description and such.

Song When Editing: I was listening to Tienohra by Peha. Its Slovakian and a absolutely beautiful song~

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Winds carried a soft sigh into its hold, the sound whispered and far too soft to interrupt the quietness of the area.

The breeze playfully tugged at a male's black as night hair, raising it into a dance as it flowed around his flaw-less face. Startling golden eyes gazed straight ahead as the teen looked past his flowing hair, ignoring the stray locks invading his vision. He stood on a grassy plane, flowers swaying in the wind. Tense muscles relaxed and the peaceful scene, however fake, before him calming him enough to let his guard lessen minutely.

As golden eyes closed, the teen allowed himself to relish in the feeling of peace. America never was quiet; the forests and nature never peaceful. He had hoped that Japan would turn out to be a bit mellower, and so far it had met his hopeful expectations. He sighed once again, his mind swept up in the memories tied to this place from the past.

How long had it been since I was here? Two, three years? He mused silently.

He really had had no intention of ever coming back to this place. Though he was not avoiding the area, he certainly wasn't going out of his way to come- until now of course; though one could hardly call this an entirely willing visit.

He had hoped to be able to do as he had wanted; simply wandering, teaching those he thought worthy, and sleeping under the shadowed trees of the forest. The hopeless wish didn't seem to come true; or rather unable to come true, though he couldn't truly say he was disappointed. He had taught himself long ago not to believe in something so strongly as to get disappointed when it was proved impossible or wrong. After-all, things never seemed to go his way. The raven haired teen withheld a snort at the thought; when had anything ever gone his way?

Golden eyes snapped open in a glare, as he thought of the reason why things never seemed to go his way. He couldn't believe that Kai made him move here just so that he could train the newest elemental apprentices. Sure, he was the youngest teacher to have the qualifications he had, but that didn't change the fact that it was troublesome. If it wasn't for the wonderful memories of Ponta and the fact that he was being paid a copious, he would not have even considered the damned man's offer in coming to Seigaku: School for Special Teens.

His eyes narrowed ever-so slightly in thought. Well, that wasn't particularly true. He knew exactly what made him go: the council. He would have to watch out for them, they seemed to be gaining more power over the years. And with power, they gained more arrogance and taint.

Hmm… he would have to deal with them soon enough, he supposed.

He sighed irritably and ran a hand through midnight hair, mentally plotting his revenge against Kai for even giving him such an offer.

Well, it's not going to change anytime soon, so might as well get use to it, he thought to himself as he walked toward the shadowed building, following the path that cut the grassy plane and flower inhabiting land. His eyes scanned the area around the path, the flowers seemingly getting older and color fading from their once vibrant petals as he got closer to the building; an illusion?

He stopped before a rather rusted open gate, eyeing it for a short moment. Eyes narrowed, he scowled at the weak illusion someone had placed so normal people wouldn't be able to enter. It wasn't a bad illusion really, though it was clear the person wasn't overly experienced.

He lifted his hand and immediately, the old gate scene that held before, shattered to one of a black gate with roses climbing the outline of it. Putting his hands in his pockets he followed the now non-existent path and made his way to the single door that seemed to be floating in the air next to the building he knew to be a fake. The outline of the door showed, the inside was transparent and if anyone saw the outline, they would immediately think they were just seeing things and move on, but the teen knew better.

He lifted his hand once more, his hand outlined in an acid green glow as he placed it on the seemingly invisible door. As it came into view he opened it and stepped inside, hundreds of staircases coming into view. He smirked as he stepped forward, raising his hand once more and shattering the illusion before him once again.

A beautiful medieval looking school came into view. He eyed it for a moment, taking in the gray and black- stoned mansion. The windows were tinted black, crimson shades adorning each side, the stones placed around each window adorning odd markings- once instantly recognized by the young teen. His eyes narrowed ever-so slightly as he gazed at them.

Runes? Containment ones? He thought with a bit of disgust.

He filed away the information to think over later as his eyes caught a rather smug looking man standing before the mansion. Scowling at the man, he made his way over to him and giving him an annoyed look.

"Did you honestly think that illusion would keep me out?" he asked the man. The man laughed well heartily and ran his hand through his long black hair.

"No, but it was still a good try. Why couldn't you have just gone along with it and let me have my fun?" he asked, a childish pulling at his lips. The teen gave him a flat look, golden eyes emotionless as they gazed at him.

"Not likely Ryoga."

"Aw. Why can't you let your big-brother have fun?"

He scowled at the man in annoyance. "You're not my brother."

The man shrugged, and smiled at him. "No, but we sure should have been. And besides! I consider you my little brother! You should be happy!"

He gave him a look and started walking toward the luxurious school. "Hardly. Hurry up would you; I want to get this over with."

"Aw! But Ryoma! You're gonna be here for the whole school year: it can't just go by so quickly!" he whined as he jogged up to the teen and lead him to the building.

"I can wish." Ryoma mumbled as he opened the large double doors leading into the school.

The man took his time walking along the long hallways, (the now named) Ryoma taking note of each. Soon, Ryoga stopped, showing him to a large door that notably contained the principal's office.

Ryoma opened the door and looked the room over with a critical eye. Spotting the oranges adorning the mahogany desk he smirked. Seating himself onto the comfortable leather chair behind the large desk, he grabbed one and inspected it closely. Tossing it lightly, he caught it as it fell once more toward him, sending a smirk toward Ryoga.

"Well, you haven't changed. Still eat oranges the Ryo way, Mr. Principle?" Ryoma questioned; amusement in his eyes. Ryoga pouted and walked up to him, leaning against the desk as he looked at his 'little-brother'.

"Hey! You do too!"

Ryoma just shrugged as he bit into the orange, skin and all, and smirked after he chewed and swallowed.

"So. When do I start?"

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A/N: Well, I've edited the first chapter/Introduction a bit. I'm editing this story so I do hope that it flows a bit better than before. I had planned on putting this story up awhile ago, but for the last two weeks I've been in the hospital for my brother so that didn't work out. As long as my computer lives (it's been giving me problems) than I'll update every day. This story will have twelve chapters.

For those who are new to this story, it will likely be a Ryoma x Many. Suggestions?

For those who had read the couple of chapters I had put on before- re-read everything because many things will change, and hopefully things will flow a bit better. Oh, and also review with who you think should be will Ryoma. I may change some of my original plans….

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edited: 1/1/15

This story makes me cringe. Oh my.