Classified - Introduction

It were unfortunate circumstances that currently held the school in a tight hold. There had been a death, a murder. A mystery as to who and how, the evidence missing. And yet there was a body, a gruesome, very bloody and very mutilated body.

And there was a little ad in the paper, stating the condolences from the school, it's students, teachers and family and friends. Several ads in fact.

And there was a black, black car that came to collect the body from the school. The parents were clothed in equal black, the woman's cheeks covered in long, black trails as she wept the mascara from her lashes. And the father's eyes didn't shine and there were deep, dark bags under his eyes.

And the school had held a gathering in honor of the boy, the students dressed in black and reminiscing about the times they spend with Jim. Not that there were a lot of such times. Jim was a rather lonely and strange boy.

And there had been a silent march. And boys had satisfied their pyromanic desire by holding the bright torches. It had been a long walk.

It were fortunate circumstances which allowed John Watson to finally attend the high status University, to attain a spot in the already exclusive student body. A spot that previously hadn't been available and now had the new student standing in front of the school campus.

It was no decision of fate that this boy, John Watson, had been arranged to settle in room 221b. The school didn't like to put their students alone in rooms, even when there were plenty of rooms left.

No, that's why they put John with the previous dorm partner of Jim.

221b. No one knew why this room had a little character aside from the numbers. Not a single other room had one, that much was a given fact.

John Watson could care less about there being a 'b' next to the number and proceeded to search for the room, entering the building through the main entrance and heading up the stairs with a box in his arms and a large bag hanging from his shoulder.

Just when John was about to rap on the door, hand already lifted to the wood and fingers curled up against his palm, did the door open and reveal the lean, dark figure of his dorm mate.

The boy was quite the appearance, messy raven curls were adorning his head, the palest of eyes and John wasn't sure whether to call them green or blue, a fair complexion with high cheekbones and strong jaw, and also very perfect lips. The rest of the male's body was long. Long and very thin. You could call the boy a walking skeleton. Somehow it fitted him perfectly though.

John wasn't tall. In fact, he was a long end below the average height. And this other guy had to be quite a bit above average. And it succumbed him to looking up as the other towered over him.

"You must be John Watson," There was the shortest of dramatic pauses, but it was too short for John to interrupt. "Yes, yes, it has to be. John Watson, Senior student, taking a major in medicines. Most likely having the ambition to become a doctor. Why? An irrational need to save others, a need to be important or to feel useful.

The boy's hand shot out to John's arm, revealing a bit more of skin. Very pale skin, that went usually hidden by his sleeves of the sweaters he always wore. "Recently been on extended vacation, most likely France or Spain, or… No, the southern states of North America. Los Angeles or California, most likely the first. Why?

Now the boy peered into the box John was carrying, pulling out a phone from the mess. "Possibly to drinking problems, but more likely it's because of an operation. Not yours. You were dragged along as your parents busied themselves with… 'Harry'." He seemed proud of all his statements. "So which is it? A strange disease, incurable maybe? Or something more unorthodox? It's the last, am I right?"

John peered at the names under the number at the door. This was supposed to be 'Sherlock Holmes'. Hadn't someone warned him for this guy?

"That was…" John started, pushing passed him and settling himself, the bags and the box on the neat and seemingly untouched bed.

Sherlock bore a smug smirk as he closed the door and waited for the words of praise that he expected.

"Disturbing…" John finished, looking seriously appalled now.