OKAY! So, as I mentioned in my one shot Love & Harmony, I am writing a high school fic~! *shoots self * I've always wanted to try one of these for myself, and being on a kick in both the fandom Gundam OO and writing helps with this~. Plus seeing all the cute Muchaburi pictures made me want to write stories for the Meisters and rest of the cast.

I've actually seen a few HS scenarios already written in the fandom, so I perhaps should apologize if anything is similar or repeated. (Things tend to manifest in my mind without realization. That and high school fictions always have recurring themes that overlap when writers attempt to create them.)

I have a very detailed plot line already set to go, so forewarning to everyone: this will be multi-chaptered, very long (I like writing imagery and distracting people so they don't catch on to my plot schemes xD), written in many people's situations/perspectives, and ultimately DRAMATIC. I think that's the biggest point to make here. Every teenager sees things as overly exaggerated and in life-or-death standpoints, therefore this fic will follow that logic. There shall be lots and lots and lots of drama. :D

Another warning: I totally took liberties, and changed some people's relations/personalities to each other. I felt it was a little impractical to have the variety of people from GOO interact realistically when they all have different occupations/living locations/backgrounds/etc. in the show so I made families and jobs that would mesh well and work for a high school setting too.

This is going to be a weird mix of what I recall of Japanese (from my readings/anime watching) and American schooling, mostly because I haven't been in high school for quick a while now (and thus remember very little of the dynamic). Also, I'm no worldly encyclopedia and I know nothing about certain occupations so forgive if I take more liberties in the future xDD This will have a mix of canon pairings and crack pairings (depending on what you see as what), but I can tell you a good chunk will be Setsuna x Feldt because that is my OTP.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam OO or any thing under Sunrise's control. I merely write fiction that suits my tastes xDD So that's it. Enjoy the prologue part one.

The Colorful Calamity: High School

Prologue: Everything Starts with a Day

Part 1

"SETSUNA! UP!" The addressed boy rolls over, further burying himself into the covers of his bed, pretending that the voice calling up was just a element of his dream. He's not surprised, though, when his door nearly flies off its hinges and slams into his wall. Nor does he flinch when he hears heavy footsteps approach his bed and feel cold air attack his nearly nude frame.

"SETSUNA! We don't have time for this today! Get up and ready! I'm dropping you off at school before I head into work!" The raven haired boy lazily lifts his head, half lidded eyes looking into the furrowed chestnut brows and narrowed green eyes of his father.

"Tieria will drive me." With that he relaxes and curls himself into a ball to attempt for some body warmth. His father, however, was not one to give up easily, especially on days where his busy schedule made him tense.

"No, he will not. Tieria's gone with the Math Club for that state competition. He left early this morning with his teammates and Mannequin-sensei. So you're stuck with me, and we leave in FIFTEEN MINUTES!" The stomping exited his room, again with a slamming door, and Setsuna groans at the fact that today was already starting horribly.

"Yes, you look so cute! My fashion sense has saved the day yet again!" a pretty brunette with flashing peridot eyes exclaims, much to the amusement of the short haired man next to her. The pink haired girl standing at the top of the stairs could only blush crimson, averting her eyes to her feet.

"Hey now, Chris, leave Feldt alone. She's loves the way you dress her, but don't embarrass the poor girl!" Feldt, the teen at the top of the stairs, looks appreciatively towards Lichty, the only person in the world her sister Christina would listen to.

"I'm not embarrassing her, Lichty, I'm fawning over my little sister. She's just so adorable!" There is laughter from behind the pair at the bottom of the steps, and all look to a chocolate haired woman dressed in a fitted suit walking to them.

"Feldt does look lovely. She'll be knocking those high school boys off their feet by the hundreds! Alright Chris, Lichty, let's get going. Feldt, remember Halle is taking you from school this afternoon to your practice. I won't be home until late tonight."

"And I'm interning this weekend, so I'll be staying over with the Vashti's. I won't be home until Sunday evening, so promise me you'll wear the outfits I left out for you?" The pinkette nods solemnly, moving down the steps to stand before the woman with chocolate tresses.

"Mom? When will Allelujah be home?" The woman, whose name is Sumeragi, smiles, stroking the teen's cheek in maternal affection. Feldt always had the best relationship with the quieter twin in the family, and his being away at a math competition left her feeling lonely.

"After this weekend, Cherri. Don't worry, everything will be fine. I'll see you tonight." She kisses the girl's forehead before releasing her, and heads out with Chris, who waves to her, and her boyfriend to their various jobs. Feldt starts milling around, putting on her flats and making sure her duffle bag was packed.

"Feldt! Let's go! Ima leave with or without ya!" A callous voice is heard shouting from outside, followed by the revving of a car's engine. The girl quickly grabs her school bag off the table where she left it yesterday, picks up an apple from the fruit bowl, and runs out to the driveway where her other brother, the brash twin Hallelujah, is waiting for her. She apologizes for her tardiness as she buckles her seatbelt, and Hallelujah gives a sigh at her antics.

"Oi, Feldt. I was only teasin' ya. Ya don't need to say sorry, 'kay? Jeez, sometimes I think I need to get ya a backbone, since yours is obviously missin'." The girl blushes at his commentary, but smiles regardless. Hallelujah could be nasty and rude, but he never did anything that would hurt her. And in his own manner he takes care of his introverted teen sister, who's been a part of his life for as long as he can remember.

"We're going to be late, Big Brother." Feldt is amused when the gold and gray eyed driver swears before he revs the car and speeds out onto the residential road toward the school they attend.

"Marie! I'm leaving for school. Did you want to ride with me or walk to school?" He hears rushed footsteps, and then a white haired girl barrels down the stairs and almost crashes into him.

"I'm sorry Andrei! I overslept. Soma was supposed to wake me before she left for practice, but I guess she forgot." The brunette chuckles at his shorter sister, affectionately rubbing her head.

"I'm sure she did try to wake you up, Marie, but you sleep like a log. And you know Soma doesn't have the patience to calmly wait for you to get up." He holds up her school bag and a wrapped lunch box, dropping them into her agile grip. Her golden orbs are shining in delight, and she drops her midday meal into the duffel bag she brought down with her.

"Dad?" she asks, referring to the food.

"Yea. He left lunch for all of us. Guess we won't be seeing him tonight." The elder teen sighs, knowing that mornings when their father made them lunch usually meant that the money on the counter was for dinner since he wouldn't be home to cook for them. Nevertheless, they all loved his meals, so lunches were a favorite treat among the Smirnov children.

"I suppose. Hey Andrei? Would you be able to give me a ride to practice after school today?" Marie asks as they exit the house, brushing some platinum locks behind her ear and draping her bag's strap over her shoulder. Andrei locks the house door before walking down the walkway to where his car is parked. He and Marie get in, and start the short ride over to their school.

"Sorry Marie. Student council meeting this afternoon, so I won't be going anywhere." Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her head droop a little, and he feels guilty instantly. "Maybe you could get a ride with one of your friends?" The girl nods her head before giving a sigh.

"I'll try to catch a ride. It's too bad Allelujah is away at competition, he always drops me off when he takes his little sister to the gym. Oh! But maybe Hallelujah is taking Feldt, I'll ask when I see him in class." Andrei grips the steering wheel, not happy to hear the names of the Noriega twins. The Russian generally had no problem with the family, but his hatred towards the rebellious Hallelujah Noriega drove the dislike toward his brother. Added to the fact that both Soma and Marie had crushes on the other twins, Andrei couldn't stop the 'overprotective brother syndrome' from cropping up.

Onward, the ride is quiet till they reach the school, Marie planning her travel route for the afternoon and Andrei sulking about his sisters' love interests.

". . .So I'd like you all to be on your best behavior for our guest speaker next week. Now, moving on with the lecture from yesterday, what were the main themes of this Shakespearean play? Yes, Ms. Wang. . ."

Mr. Corner and Liu Mei Wang continued their exchange as he absentmindedly doodled in his notebook's margins, not caring in the least about homoerotic references in the classical writer's work. He was forming the structure of the metallic head before a balled up paper lands on his desk. The raven haired boy inconspicuously opens the note, seeing straight scratchy handwriting scrawled upon the lines.

'We practicing today?'

Setsuna looked to his left where his classmate Saji Crossroad sat two seats over, moving his pencil intently in response to the lecture. When he side glances at the tanned boy, Setsuna shakes his head in a negative. The brunette mouths 'why', so he responds by writing a short message on the paper scrap and flinging it back to Saji when Mr. Corner turned to write something on the board. He reads the note, and nods with a pout, before scribbling something that he sends back.

'So no practice till Alle and Ti come back? I'll be out with my Sis this weekend then. That okay?' Setsuna nods his affirmative before his name is called out by his teacher.

"Mr. Seiei, can you name another character who similarly has bi-gendered interest?" The question catches Setsuna by surprise, so completely immersed with Saji he was in his boredom, that he failed to keep a secondary attention as he normally did. He gets ready to stand and answer when a book and papers slide off the desk next to his, spilling over onto the floor.

The gentleman bred into him by his father causes him to immediately drop down and help collect the papers alongside the pink haired girl while the class erupts into laughs and giggles. Mr. Corner, depositing his lecture notes onto his desk, questions the student.

"Ms. Noriega, is everything alright?" Setsuna hears his steps get closer and he also bends to help the collection of work while a quiet voice apologizes for the interruption. The brunette teacher rises and walks back to the front of the classroom while Setsuna stands to pass the stack of writing to the girl, whose red face is staring directly at him. He presents the pile to the petite teen, and as she takes it from him, he feels a pressing of a sheet into his palm underneath the shadow of the pile.

He takes it hesitantly before turning to step in front of his desk again. Mr. Corner clears his throat, and Setsuna prepares to embarrass himself as he looks down at the paper in his hand. To his utter surprise, his mouth starts reading the words written there. When he finishes and looks to his teacher, Mr. Corner has a big smile plastered on his features.

"Wonderful Mr. Seiei. An interesting interpretation upon Antonio's behavior and character. So. . ." He sits down in shock, absolutely stunned that he had been saved, and side glances to the girl furiously scribbling next to him. Feldt Grace Noriega is the younger sister of his friends and band mates Allelujah and Hallelujah Noriega. He's been in the same class with her since grade school, and though they saw each other often enough because of the twins, he didn't know her all too well.

He makes a note to thank her for her kindness, though he doesn't know why she did it.

Half an hour before lunch. Just. Half. An. Hour.

Hallelujah tapped his pencil in irritation, annoyed beyond belief to be listening to Mr. Goodman retell the events of World War I. He had to admit, he missed his brother during lessons when he was away because he couldn't keep his mind from wandering off.

He was also beyond pissed that pretty boy Ribbons Almark, with his dyed mint colored hair, was whispering seductively into Soma Smirnov's ear. And every inch he leaned in, the more strain was put on the pencil clenched vehemently in his fist. Hallelujah was plotting ways to murder the rich brat when there was a bump against his elbow.

With an aggravated expression, the heterochromatic twin glares at the Soma look alike sitting to his left, her expression pleading. Though just as attractive as her sister, the docile personality of Marie Smirnov was a complete turn off for the seditious Noriega twin. He figures that's why she'd be so perfect for his brother, both being the peaceful and decorous individuals they are.

"Hallelujah. Can I ask a favor?" He huffs in defiance, turning his eyes briefly to the white haired twin sitting in the row before him. He'll stab the minty twit with his racket in gym, he swears. When he discretely looks back, she continues in a whisper. "Are you taking Feldt to rhythmic this afternoon?"

"That ain't a favor." She quenches a giggle, and Hallelujah observes that even their laughs are similar. He likes the sound, and makes a mental post to get Soma to laugh more, since it's satisfying to the ears. The thought has stopped the pounding on his desk, probably to the relief of those sitting in his vicinity.

"You're right. Would I be able to get a ride from you to the gym? That is, if you're heading that way with your sister?" Hallelujah sees she's trying to be cute in order to get his aid, something that was glaringly different between the two girls. While Marie was generally a sweet girl with a fantastic temperament and a Lolita sort of appearance, Soma was a short-tempered tomboy with an attitude even the yankii girls at school feared.

"What's innit for me?" he asks coyly, pretending to not agree to her terms. In all honestly, he was expecting the question since Alle always took the loli and his little sis to practice. He just wasn't in a particularly giving mood, making him partial to playing games. The addressed girl thinks for a moment, before a knowing smile spreads on her delicate lips.

"How about you get access to my resources for the senior prank? Of course, this price would fall to any other favors I ask of you too." Hallelujah perks up instantly at the comment, looking at Soma's twin with wide eyes. Everyone knew that from the time he was in middle school, Halle's disruptive personality was wonderful for pranking. And when he was fourteen he was approached by senior class members at this high school for a memorable scheme.

Since then, the troublemaker was the consultant and orchestrater of the seniors' practical jokes every year, however hunted he was by the student council. They could never catch the delinquent in the act due to his careful plotting and the assistance of his friends. But to have the backing of the assistant Editor of the school paper, Celestial Eyes, now that would give him unimaginable benefits.

He nods his approval, and Marie squeaks quietly, probably happy that she wouldn't have to walk to the rhythmic gymnastics gymnasium forty minutes away from the school grounds. Though he'll be chauffeuring around the girl next to him, he'd have the ability to not only play an amazing trick this year, but access to the dirt on one Ribbons Almark, an enemy of impressive proportions. Hallelujah has to admit, he hasn't been this excited in a very long time.

The senior brushes his gray-green bang out of his blue eyes to no avail. He's entertained by the class on goings, more so where the student council treasurer was adamantly drawing and repeatedly stabbing the doodles of what he assumes is the rambunctious Noriega twin. His partner, vice president Hong Long Wang, is taking notes quietly beside him, chuckling on occasion at a particularly loud scrape.

Something had set off the normally well mannered Smirnov sibling, and his irritated mood had been making him less than amicable today. Johann was still planning on writing formal apologies to the two senior girls that had asked the heated treasurer to the spring dance.

When he asked him about it after the spring dance fiasco, the brunette merely shrugged it off, saying how envious he was of Johann's status as only child. Deducing that his sisters were the cause, Johann would let the matter drop, for he had little experience with siblings, let alone girls. His mother was the only person with estrogen he had dealings with, but they weren't very applicable to high school standards. After all, his mother was kind and intelligent, unlike most of the harpies and harlots he encountered daily.

When Hong Long passes him the agenda for the after school meeting, Johann could only sigh at some of the repeated topics. Particularly he wasn't looking forward to the school play requests and discussions, knowing that Ribbons would be unwaveringly passionate about the performance. He sometimes questioned the gender identity of that boy, being so dually effeminate and masculine.

He also notes that there was the problem of the newspaper's gossip column being brought up again, so he decides to prioritize the more manageable, possible missions first. Johann can only hope that Andrei is in a more cooperative mood by the day's end, so he has a another shoulder to lean on during the tremulous monthly get together. He can already feel the oncoming headache.

'How disturbing.' Feldt thinks, shuffling quickly out of the hallway into the stairwell that leads to the school's rooftop. Watching Nena Colasour and Michael Grad making out in the girl's bathroom was perhaps one of the most scarring experiences she's had to date. As her bag repeatedly hits her thigh from her step skipping, Feldt only wishes that the day would pass more quickly so she'd be that much closer to seeing her other twin brother and her sister. She hated school to begin with, but being without a comfortable presence during and after those hours was most torturous.

She reaches the top of the stairs and pushing her weight against the door, it extends out and gives her access to the fenced in rooftop, the wind breezing through her curled tresses. She sees the group she's familiar with sitting in the farthest corner, eating their lunches quietly. Or at least they tried; anywhere Hallelujah traveled, noise and trouble had a tendency to follow. She wanders slowly over to the group, quietly greeting those present. The Smirnov twins were happily chatting with Saji Crossroad, with comments interwoven from her elder brother.

The only other presence in attendance was Setsuna, the ever passive and introverted teen who had befriended her brothers so many years ago. It felt empty without Allelujah, Tieria and Louise, but their abilities as math elites couldn't be overlooked; so Feldt accepts the day's lacking and props down next to Hallelujah when he yanks her hand down.

"Hey Feldt. What held you up?" Marie asks the pink haired girl softly, being her closest friend among the group. Since they both did rhythmic gymnastics, they bonded closely over the last two years. Feldt merely shrugs her shoulders in response to Marie, opting to open the MacDonald's bag with her wrap inside. She and Hallelujah had picked up lunch on the way to school, knowing their mom didn't have time to pack them a meal today.

When she looks up to her group, she almost dropped her sandwich from the intense stare she was receiving from Setsuna, the youngest male. Dropping her eyes, she eats silently as the conversation around her continues on.

"So the track and field teams are ready to kick Federation Academy's asses. I can't wait to destroy those losers, especially after missing out last year." Soma's voice rings out, happily eating her rice. Her sister giggles at the enthusiasm, praising her twin's amazing athletic skills.

"Pssh, even if ya'd been there Princess, ya wouldn't a been able to save the team's performance. I ain't ever seen idiots play so bad inmai entire life!" Soma and Hallelujah begin to banter loudly, overriding Marie and Saji's calm exchange. Feldt still feels eyes boring into her, so she attempts to keep her gaze anywhere but at the young man sitting across from her. Following the trail of slow moving clouds above, she thinks of some alternative to controlling time so she could encourage its faster progression.

"Feldt Grace Noriega." Her head swerves to face the caller, familiar with that sultry tone though she doesn't hear it often. Setsuna is rising, keeping his ember orbs firmly planted on hers as he speaks. "Can I have a word?" Nodding once, she gets to her feet, wary of her skirt's tendency to ride up, and follows the raven haired boy away from the rest of the rooftop crowd. When they are standing on the opposite end of the roof, the tanned teen leans against the chain-link fence, observing her shy behavior. Feldt begins to wring her hands together, nervous to be alone with the boy.

"Thank you." Her doe eyes widen in shock, not used to hearing gratitude from the somewhat apathetic student. She's going to ask why he suddenly graced her with such a kindness, but he speaks before her. "For giving me your notes. You didn't have to cover me." She averts her aqua orbs from him, bashfully accepting his logic.

She had noticed the exchange between the two friends in her boredom during literature class, and when Mr. Corner decided to have some class input from inattentive Setsuna, she did the first thing that she was proficient in: act clumsy to draw attention away from him and give him her work.

"Y-your welcome. I know you're good with Lit, so it'd be awful if you got detention for a silly thing like distraction." Feldt didn't know why she went out of her way for him, but something inside her whispered to help him. Setsuna's withdrawn personality didn't procreate friendship, and being a person with similar traits, she felt obligated to help her fellow classmate.

"I appreciate it. If you ever need my assistance, ask." She bobs her head, pink tresses bouncing with fervor. Her timid smile causes his normally unemotional eyes to pinch a little with his faint smirk as he thrusts off the fence to head back to their lunch spot. She follows gradually, spirits elevated for the first time today.

"Mr. Ian, I've finished up the system maintenance. What should I be doing now?" Christina asked, flying through her work. She loved Ian and the Vashti family, and being an intern with Ian was probably the best training she could ask for. Acquainted from a young age, the peridot eyed girl was enthralled with the elder's work with computers and engineering, and attached herself happily to his teachings. Understanding her love of the subject, Ian had trained her before she even graduated high school, leaving her to outclass many of the newer students to the subject. Not to mention he knew her capabilities and wasn't afraid to pose a challenge.

"Done already Chris? I wish you'd be here everyday, the way you get work done. I could fire all my other lazy workers." An older man with wrinkling features adjusted his glasses as he smiled at the brunette, looking over her shoulder at the work she had completed. Pleased, he pats her shoulder before saying,

"Well how about we take a lunch break and head home? The Mrs. has been wanting to see you." She agrees instantaneously, and the two set off to the Vashti residence for a midday meal. The pair decide to walk in the nice spring weather, considering her mentor also lived very near to his place of employment.

"Mr. Ian, what's on the menu for tonight? I'm hoping Mrs. Linda is making something delicious! I live for her cooking during my internship weekends!" Here Ian laughs heartily, agreeing with her statement. He knew Sumeragi Lee Noriega personally through his wife, and though she was a spectacular mother, sometimes it was difficult for her to feed and raise four children, three of whom were high schoolers, as a single woman. He and Linda only had two girls, one being a quiet and well mannered child who is similarly behaved as an adult, and they still found it unbelievable challenging.

That was one reason why they so willingly agreed to care for Christina in whichever manner they could. They also didn't mind having the brunette too much in view of the fact that their eldest daughter Anew was away working in Europe. Sometimes the Vashtis' missed having a fourth member of their crew, but Christina filled in the position quite well.

They arrived at the residence and Ian lets the pair in, getting ready for a meal and some good conversation before returning to their occupation.

Nena twiddles her gel pen like a see-saw, annoyed that she was sitting so close to the front of the classroom. Apparently her mother and father had given Dr. Moreno a heads up concerning her habit of playing touchy in the back with her boys. How unfortunate, she thinks, but isn't too bothered. Her current boyfriend and plaything, Michael Grad, was in a different grade so she didn't have an opportunity to take advantage of him during the lame lectures. She'd see him after classes, confident they would finish what they started during lunch break.

Scanning the room, the red head couldn't even place a student who'd be worthy of her 'friends with benefits' attention. Marcus and Harvey, already seduced so they were used goods. Tobi was a no-go, he had bad breath. Abel was clingy, not good material for a boy toy. Nico wasn't a satisfier, but a self pleaser so she wouldn't transverse that path again. Huffing in despair, her eyes fall to the cropped darker hair of one Saji Crossroad, and Nena grins maniacally.

Then her face drops. She forgot that this particular cutie was already taken. And not by a insecure sweetie like Healing Care, but a brutish brat named Louise Aker, who would gladly chew her out and claw her eyes out if she felt her status threatened. Nena knew to pick her battles better than that, and let her gaze roam on, not bothering to trek the consequences of involving herself with the harpy's boyfriend.

The messy black locks of the boy in Saji's row, though, was on no such blacklist the busty girl noted. She allows her eyes to ogle his board straight posture, and the way he unwaveringly watched Dr. Moreno discuss their class's final project. He was tall for his age and well built, sporting a tanned color year round. Fashionable for a boy, he was also smart in academia and as a bonus played in a band. His less than sociable attitude didn't deter her, and Nena couldn't find a reason not to start a hunt for the single teenager.

'Watch out Setsuna F. Seiei. I'm gonna get you~.' she thinks mischievously. Nena just found her new target.

The chestnut haired Japanese-Irishman sighs at the stack of folders dropped on his desk, wondering why today was turning out to be such a crappy day. It was Friday, normally the best day of his week, and often times when his workload was the lightest. This particular Friday, however, was turning into a haring test of his not so infinite patience.

His son Tieria was away for the weekend, utilizing those amazing God-given brains to kick other sorry High School fodder in the ass. But that also meant there'd be no one to make breakfast and prepare his briefcase during the hectic school morning rush. And no one to drive and keep an eye on his other, slightly more problematic, teenager. There was one reason for his troubles, a crappy day's start.

Another factor of today's not so cheery environment was a visit from their superiors for routine observation. It had the entire staff muddled, and bewilderment led to mistakes, oh so many mistakes. Not to mention the fact that three of his cases had gotten themselves in trouble again, causing mayhem and police intervention during the first half of his day.

The last, and most likely worst, disheartening fact of the day was that Sumeragi Lee Noriega was away opening a new case. He was jealous, he admitted, that she escaped the hectic environment of today's on goings, but he was more lonely and bored than anything else. Without his coworker and friend around to lighten his mood, the office just seemed supremely lackluster.

Out of sheer reluctance to start going through the stacks of paperwork on his desk, he glances at his cell phone charging in it's station and is surprised to see it flashing. Picking up his phone, he unlocks it and notices he has a few text messages. The first was from Barry, the case worker who had recently taken over his Walker file. He was asking Neil to email over some records, which he'd do before starting to clean his desk mess. The second was, surprisingly, from Tieria.

' R u still alive? Or do I need 2 call 4 a babysitter? 8/ ' it read. He always laughed at the silly faces the boy sent over, learning from the teen they were called emoticons and were used to mimic facial feelings/expressions. Setsuna used them on occasion, but they were never too explicit, considering the boy wasn't much of an outgoing person. Neil sent a reply, telling him that he was ok, but might be needing therapy after today's awful incidents.

Checking the last of his texts, he found it was from Sumeragi, though the message wasn't something to cheer about.

'Rape case. Drinks tonight?' Neil sighed, hating when they were assailed like that. Not only were rape cases were the worst in the field of foster care because they always lead to adjustment issues and destructive behaviors, but they required the capabilities of workers with tremendous self control. And he found it ironic that she could maintain that ability in the working environment but could never apply that into her personal life. Neil wasn't fond of alcohol and found Sumeragi's tendencies to drown herself in the piercing drinks damaging, but he would always join and support her when involving such upsetting states of affair. And maybe tonight he'd let himself escape in the liquid poison too after the turmoil he's going to have to resolve.

Bam. The boy glares unapologetically to the perpetrator, ready to throw a tantrum.

"Sorry Minty! Guess ya just keep getting' inma way!" The heterochromatic teen smiles wickedly, waving his racket around in a nonchalant manner. Michael Grad, his tennis partner, was laughing maniacally as he high fives the forest haired twin before the two take their positions again.

"Oi! Noriega! What did I tell you about sportsmanship? One more incident and it's to the principal's office!" Coach Colasour, their eccentric and much loved gym teacher, was tapping his clipboard impatiently, obviously fed up with the repeated offenses. Normally he'd be having a blast and providing an outlet for the disruptive energy, but without his lovely wife, the math teacher Mrs. Mannequin, present he was sulking and irritable.

For this, Ribbons was most pleased. He'd be happy to have that irritating fly squashed, along with his entire entourage. Well, save for maybe the Smirnov twins, particularly the more fierce of the two. Regardless, he'd make his move when he's ready, but for the moment he'd have to concern himself with not getting pelted by the bane of his existence.

Throwing the yellow-green rubber ball into the air, he serves a perfect shot to his opponent, a no name 11th grader who misses completely. What a waste of his talent and strength.

"Watch out Ribbons!" He slides to the left, avoiding the ball that came sailing toward his head, and turns to see a slightly pissed Hallelujah glaring at Soma, whose voice had alerted him to the trouble. He smirks at the sight, while calling out to the girl his thanks. She smirks in return before facing her partner to continue the match, oblivious of the angry mumbling the forest green haired teen was making.

Coach Colasour had heard the remark and was keeping his gaze firmly glued to Hallelujah, preventing any immediate retaliation from him. The mint haired teen continued smirking intensely, pleased at his fortune of having the teacher, his friends and now Soma on his side.

He knew of the Noriega twin's interest in Soma, and seeing as he was a thorn in Ribbons's side, the purple eyed male made it a mission to use this to make the other's life as miserable as possible. After all, revenge is a dish best served cold.

"Alright my little hoodlums, paint me some beautiful art pieces. It's a freestyle period, so show me what you're worth!" The enthusiastic, if not slightly crazed, voice calls out into the crowd. Mr. Sarshes was perhaps one of the strangest teachers in school, if not in existence of the education system. He kept his burgundy hair loose, grew a goatee, and had visible artistic tattoos on his left shoulder. He was young, absurdly eccentric, and had a fantastic method of teaching that kept him in the ranks of school without fail.

A hand was raised, and the teacher answers with a sigh, taking into account the student.

"Yes Care, what do you feel the need to debate now?" He lazily takes in the little teen, irritated with her sparkling purple eyes staring with mischievous intent. Unlike most teachers, Mr. Sarshes was not opposed to displaying his distaste for problematic and obnoxious individuals like the copy-cat mint miniature.

"Mr. Sarshes, when you say freestyle, do you mean in terms of the subject or the medium we can use?" She is playing a game to amuse herself, everyone in class could tell. While the other students had started shuffling around the room to pick up their blank canvases and chosen mediums, Healing Care sat atop her desk in a disobedient manner, watching him like a hawk. It was particularly vexing to Feldt.

"Both, Care. I want to see what that puny little head can squeeze out in the next forty minutes." He ends it there by turning his back on the slight instigator, and signaling that everyone should start their projects. Feldt enjoyed this particular class because it was the last class of the day, but also a period where the pink haired teen actually excelled. With the free reign given by Mr. Sarshes, she found she could use this time to calm herself before her training in the afternoons.

Feldt takes one of the watercolor palettes just as a pale hand reaches for the same palette, and her aquamarine orbs connect with golden ones, a pair belonging to a person whom she goes out of her way to avoid. The busty red headed girl before her is smiling menacingly, probably preparing for a nasty comment, but a third hand comes swooping in, removing the paints from Nena Colasour's grip. Glaring, the girl spins at the Chinese beauty.

"What the hell, Wang? I had those, give them back you conniving little b-"

"My my, do I hear a foul word, Nena? I thought you were doing me a favor and grabbing my supplies. In any case, we all know your skill with watercolors is miniscule, so perhaps you should save yourself the embarrassment and go pick up some crayons."

Oh no. Cat fight. Feldt silently grabbed her tools while the two were distracted before making it out of the danger zone to her stand. She saw the verbal battle start to escalate, and then Mr. Sarshes rose from his desk to ridicule the troublemakers. When things had settled down, Feldt took a cursory look at her classmates at work.

Saji was sitting in the corner closest to the door behind her, so she couldn't tell what his choice was, other than his oil paint. Nena and Liu Mei had settled in their respective seats where, from her angle, she could see a portrait and landscape forming, respectfully. Her eyes travel passed her other classmates without interest, though Healing's pastel stick figures were quite amusing, before side glancing at Setsuna.

He was passively inking with a traditional calligraphy pen, most likely set on doing a black and gray sketch work. It looked like he was shaping out a robot of sorts, though her limited knowledge on such things prevented any confirmation. She falls back to her image, using the set of water soluble paints to start a background and build a sky.

She had lost track of time, focusing on her drying paint and overlapping colors, so when Mr. Sarshes called time and told them to get out of his sight in concurrence with the school bell, Feldt literally jumped into the air. She set her palette of color scattering to the floor, saturating and spreading from her spilled water container, and her canvas toppled over face down. Added to the rush of students happily trampling out of the art room, her area was disastrous at best.

She immediately got to her knees to start picking things up, using her single paper towel to mop up a little of the mess. Her meditative state was shattered as she fretted over the accident, completely embarrassed and upset, so when another set of arms tosses a chuck of paper towels onto the pool of colored water next to her, she looks up in surprise. Setsuna F. Seiei was helping her collect the water and rubbing the color out of the tile floor. Not saying anything, she accepts the aid much to her silent relief.

"Oi oi, what shenanigans are you two causing over here? It's the end of the day and I've got places to be!" Mr. Sarshes approaches the two with light footsteps before seeing the mess. He clicks his tongue before hurrying over to the classroom closet and pulling out a mop. He returns and shuffles the two away so he can more efficiently accumulate the watery spill.

"I'm sorry Mr. Sarshes, I just slipped and things fell on the floor. I'm really sorry." Feldt sincerely apologizes as she puts away her supplies, not wanting to upset one of her preferred teachers at this school. Feldt was known to be clumsy when she lost focus, but she usually limited her accidents to one every few months, not two incidents in one day. Mr. Sarshes finishes up and sighs dramatically before looking at the girl.

"It's expected in this dangerous line of work. Things tend to bomb by Friday afternoon, you kids just have it in for me before the weekend. I'm sure it's also that Noriega streak you picked up from you brother." He suggestively wiggles his eyebrows and Feldt quietly giggles in appreciation of his humor. He leans on his mop's handle as he addresses the other occupant in the vacated room. "Way to be a lady's man Seiei, running to rescue the damsel." The boy is intently looking down at the canvas in his hand, ignoring the jab from his teacher. "Whatcha got there? Something to impress me with I hope?"

He strides over with his trusty mop before pulling the art piece out of the younger's hand and holding it above his level so he can't retrieve it. There's a low whistle from the red headed Middle Eastern man and Feldt curiously approaches to see what has caught his attention. When her familiar painting is seen in his hands, she looks down in embarrassment and sadness. Color spots had splattered on her dark sky in a Pollock fashion, completely altering her intended mood.

"This is neat kid. It's kinda what I'd imagine outer space to look like. Good use of blending and technique."

"It's not mine. It's Feldt's." Setsuna calmly states, before his passive eyes settle on her hunched frame. She looks up to see her teacher looking at her with approval before motioning to the picture.

"Mind if I hold onto this Noriega? I can already tell you that you got an A." She is surprised but she nods her head, having no use for a painting she deemed ruined. Grabbing her school bag, she apologies again and wishes her teacher a good weekend. Setsuna does similarly, and they quietly head out to the sound of their professor being his odd self.

"See you brats Monday. Don't get too busy over the weekend, assignment due Tuesday!" Feldt didn't look back, afraid that her blush would only make Mr.' Sarshes's unsubstantiated comments more suggestive. She and Setsuna then part ways in silent goodbyes, heading towards their lockers.

~End Prologue Part 1~

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