Less Than Human
by: FireCatRich
Summary: (Geneshaft fanfic) Mario Musicanova and Jean Gedoux knew each other in their academy days. Mario grew up and eventually became sub- captain of the Bilkis. Jean never grew up and became a captain of the Yoki. Warning: Possible shonen-ai/yaoi and/or dark fic, you have been warned!
Disclaimer: I don't own Geneshaft or any of it's characters!
AN: Well after watching Geneshaft the whole way through I found some characters that I just couldn't leave alone.
Chapter 1: Jean 's the Best
He was the best. His demonic red eyes danced as strode down the hall way. He was the best at the academy. He could see the gathering of other students, of scum, trying to see their pathetic scores that were about to be put up on the gigantic screen that was the wall of the hall. He was the best in the world. Not bothering to search for his name, he look at the first name that was put up, the highest score. Jean Gedoux, that was him, he was the best ever. Running a hand through his short, two-toned hair he watched them seethe and squirm like the worms they were. They edged away from him. His very presence put many of them on edge. A toothy grin rapidly spread across his fine featured face. The blood red and snow white of his mane was unmistakable, anyone who was anyone knew who he was. Even if he was forced to wear the same plain navy uniform as the rest of these scum, he would not be mistaken as one of them. Despite his slim built and minimal stature, no one dared mess with him. He turned to leave, he had confirmed what he knew all along.
A mummer swept through the crowd as the second name was put up on the display. Someone else had a very high score. Jean pause mid stride. A high score, some competition from this scum? His grin grew wider, transforming into a psychotic smile. Turning back to the test scores, he read over the offender than dare try to challenge him, Jean the best. Mario Musicanova. He repeated the name over and over in his head like a mantra. Brushing the white bangs out of his crimson eyes, Jean laughed to himself.
Pausing, he could feel someone watching him. Composing himself first, Gedoux casually looked around. Someone else was standing in the back of the crowd, removed from the press of bodies. Dark eyes met his scarlet glare. For a moment they watched each other. 'Mario Musicanova ,' his mind echoed. Mario was the first to look away. 'Heh, he is scum just like the rest of them.' Jean watched him go. 'Jean is the best. Jean has to be the best.'
Finding his hands had gone to the double row of gold disks which were his ever growing collection of medals, he nervously rub his thumb over their slick surfaces. 'Jean has to be the best or no one will listen to him.' This Mario had gotten under his skin. How dare he crowd Jean. Everyone one was talking about Mario. About how good Mario did. 'What about Jean? Jean got the best score. Why isn't anyone talking about how good Jean was?' His hands had begun to shake. 'Jean is the best!' Clenching his fists, one of the half dozen metal disks came free from his jacket and bit deeply into his palm. Pain. He finally stopped staring after Mario to look at his throbbing right hand. 'Scum, its your fault... It's Mario's fault...'
To Be Continue...
AN: Sorry about the short first chapter, but please read and review!
by: FireCatRich
Summary: (Geneshaft fanfic) Mario Musicanova and Jean Gedoux knew each other in their academy days. Mario grew up and eventually became sub- captain of the Bilkis. Jean never grew up and became a captain of the Yoki. Warning: Possible shonen-ai/yaoi and/or dark fic, you have been warned!
Disclaimer: I don't own Geneshaft or any of it's characters!
AN: Well after watching Geneshaft the whole way through I found some characters that I just couldn't leave alone.
Chapter 1: Jean 's the Best
He was the best. His demonic red eyes danced as strode down the hall way. He was the best at the academy. He could see the gathering of other students, of scum, trying to see their pathetic scores that were about to be put up on the gigantic screen that was the wall of the hall. He was the best in the world. Not bothering to search for his name, he look at the first name that was put up, the highest score. Jean Gedoux, that was him, he was the best ever. Running a hand through his short, two-toned hair he watched them seethe and squirm like the worms they were. They edged away from him. His very presence put many of them on edge. A toothy grin rapidly spread across his fine featured face. The blood red and snow white of his mane was unmistakable, anyone who was anyone knew who he was. Even if he was forced to wear the same plain navy uniform as the rest of these scum, he would not be mistaken as one of them. Despite his slim built and minimal stature, no one dared mess with him. He turned to leave, he had confirmed what he knew all along.
A mummer swept through the crowd as the second name was put up on the display. Someone else had a very high score. Jean pause mid stride. A high score, some competition from this scum? His grin grew wider, transforming into a psychotic smile. Turning back to the test scores, he read over the offender than dare try to challenge him, Jean the best. Mario Musicanova. He repeated the name over and over in his head like a mantra. Brushing the white bangs out of his crimson eyes, Jean laughed to himself.
Pausing, he could feel someone watching him. Composing himself first, Gedoux casually looked around. Someone else was standing in the back of the crowd, removed from the press of bodies. Dark eyes met his scarlet glare. For a moment they watched each other. 'Mario Musicanova ,' his mind echoed. Mario was the first to look away. 'Heh, he is scum just like the rest of them.' Jean watched him go. 'Jean is the best. Jean has to be the best.'
Finding his hands had gone to the double row of gold disks which were his ever growing collection of medals, he nervously rub his thumb over their slick surfaces. 'Jean has to be the best or no one will listen to him.' This Mario had gotten under his skin. How dare he crowd Jean. Everyone one was talking about Mario. About how good Mario did. 'What about Jean? Jean got the best score. Why isn't anyone talking about how good Jean was?' His hands had begun to shake. 'Jean is the best!' Clenching his fists, one of the half dozen metal disks came free from his jacket and bit deeply into his palm. Pain. He finally stopped staring after Mario to look at his throbbing right hand. 'Scum, its your fault... It's Mario's fault...'
To Be Continue...
AN: Sorry about the short first chapter, but please read and review!