The Perfect Four of Weston College. They are the schools best, the finest, most privileged, and are the top dogs... Well, as far as perfection goes, Gregory Violet, the weirdo of the group, and his body decides to wreak a lot of havoc at Weston. The kind gaining Ciel's attention over his primary mission... Now, all the imperfections of the Perfects are surfacing... A Gregory V/Edgar R fanfic.

If this fic sounds familiar, that's cuz it is. I tweaked and re-uploaded it with a new name XD Its MUCH better, so plz review it :)

Heee! There's a phenomenon I learned about humans from a friend taking some biology courses on the side, and I felt this easily accounts for why good ol' Greg's the way he is. His situation, becomes a problem for Ciel and his super model butler, and while they seek out a royal cousin named Derek... this sit, some how takes president...

AND I'M THE FIRST TO WRITE ABOUT THE PUBLIC SCHOOL ARC, SO SHOW ME SOME LOVE :D

And yes, this is gonna turn into an Edgar R/Gregory V lemon *squee*.

Now on with the story!

Chapter I: The Cancer Patient...

Today was just like any other. At 6am the students woke and first did their morning duties, and then headed off to their first class. Ciel walked down the hall wondering what should be his plan of action. Learning about the school was helpful and learning about the unspoken culture here was even more so important. This wasn't like most cases when he can jump right into investigating the issue directly at hand, he's been having to learn about an all encompassing picture of this school, affecting not just the queen's cousin, but also the rest of the students. There was a strange issue of superiority going on among the students. Certain ones are given all the privileges, and they determine and manipulate the other students' affairs and amount of access they receive.

It was a lot on his mind as he was approaching class, but as he was just about to enter, a tap on the shoulder causes the blunette to shift his one eye to the professor behind him.

"Good morning young Phantomhive... on time as usual..." "Mr." Michaelis says with his trademark smile. "Sebastian..." Ciel starts with a whisper, "I don't have much time but I must instruct you on today's plan of action. We have learned a lot about the estranged little culture among Weston's attendees, however, it has gotten us nowhere..." "A point well made and understood, young master" Sebastian's only response as Ciel finishes, "I must get close to whoever is in charge around here, and when the time is right... I believe we'll have at the very least, gained a good lead that will reveal Derek's activities and whereabouts. The Perfect Four seems to have a great amount of authority to just be the top students around here. I need you to learn about their activities and what they do around here and report to me after dinner..." "Consider it done, master" Sebastian whispers and finishes with a "Now run along lad, don't be late for class" "Yes Professor..." Ciel says before leaving...

The first class came and went, it was now breakfast time. Sebastian, using his powers, sensed the Perfects would meet before they attend breakfast at their designated dorms. Since he was given a stack of tests to assist in the grading, Sebastian sits on a nearby bench and starts grading. Sure enough, three of the Perfects arrive, and not in good spirits either.

The trio look to one and another, noticing this trio should be a quartet. The blunette gentleman speaks first, "and where's Gregory Vi-" "Here I am..." They look to see their hooded acquaintance dragging his feet over to the central area of the courtyard. There was something about this situation Sebastian most found humorous, though you'd never know he even noticed them. Very descrete Michaelis plays it.

"I have noticed the drastic drop in grades this past couple of tests, along with some laxing in other areas of operation" Lawrence Bluer starts with fixing his specs, seemingly a bit irate, but still calm. The other Perfects remain silent and hesitant to say. Lawrence continues, "report has it that TWO of us were graded an overall A- in the past TWO tests of your professions... We are the Pefects of our study and our dormatories. It is up to us to uphold our place regarding the tradition of Weston, and well represent the students of this college" The defening sounds of early morning crickets continued as the silence of the quartet continues. No one makes a sound, excepts the slight grumble sounding from a certain violet colored, druidic hood.

"Any words, Violet?" "health..." Gregory finally says, begrudgingly, "lately I haven't been in peak condition, Lawrence. Since early this week, my stomach has had some unusual pain... mainly abdominal. And it's quite unbearable... I felt there was no need to strive for a perfect A or A+, so I just did enough so I could take time to relax... a little".

Lawrence then rolls his eyes toward the blonde with the scarlet roset in his jacket pocket. "And what about yourself, Redmond? Surely you didn't come down with a mysterious case of stomach virus, either..." Lawrence remained emotionless, but you could hear the spite in his voice. He's one of the main ones emphesizing the importance of being a Perfect, and is probably most dedicated. Edgar rolls his eyes away, his mind wondering somewhere. "I'm waiting, Edgar. Whatever lie it is you're formulating had better be well constructed to coinvence me" Edgar shrugs and finally says so, "An A- is not a big deal" He starts, "I never make anything less. As for lately, I received word that author Sir Reginald Siegel of York III is coming to London, my idol in the literary world. I also heard from my uncle that he's currently taking in new apprentices. Every since then, I've been focused on finally perfecting one work I can call a true masterpiece, and-" "I've heard quite enough" Lawrence gently yet bluntly cuts Edgar from finishing his statement.

Sebastian hears everything, and its all so funny to him. Lawrence however, is pretty far from seeing any kind of humor in this situation, and so are the rest of his colleagues. "Above all selfish desires or dreams, or pains and hurts, we have a position to uphold and a duty to carry out. Everything comes seco-" "Now excuse, my dear" its Edgar's time to interrupt Lawrence. Herman, who's been quite silent, was trying to find a way to end this and move on... even if it meant getting involved as, technically he wasn't. The blonde makes his say, definitely a say that would intensify the situation. "First and foremost... since when were you elected president of Perfects' affairs, or the school, or the teacher's pet?" "Gentlmen..." Herman starts, now seeing someone needs to butt in and stop it before it starts. "Ah, suggesting something are we?" Lawrence now sounds mad. "Can we go now?" goes a very nonchalant Violet Fox Perfect, not helping the situation in hand.

Edgar, "politely", sounds off, saying, "please my merry study hounding chum, a rare occurrence of A- grades will NOT bring us down if that's your concern" "But continuous back sliding will lead to abject failure" Lawrence's words were getting pretty cutting, though he still has not raised his voice "besides, we show the students under us no mercy for failure, and so we shall do the same onto ourselves..." "Back sliding, yes, sickness I can't help..." Gregory tries to defend his position, but Lawrence still wasn't bending. "I have suffered flu and still managed a perfect score of an A+. There is no room for excuse when it comes to being a perfect" "Gentlemen, please" Herman tries to get everyone together, before it could get ugly.

"Bluer is most correct. As Perfects of Weston College, we have a power to maintain over our dorms, and part of that is maintaining our grade record... however, we should understand time dedicated to personal agenda and... if you know what I mean Bluer-" "Well said" Gregory hurriedly states, "Can we go now, my stomach hurts the more I stand..." Lawrence was simply not in a good mode or mood at the moment. "Where is your sense of discipline Violet? A matter this important, and you're already lacking the courage to face-" "I'M SICK!" The shock of Gregory's voice roars throughout the area, similar to when he yelled 'Don't go into the Purple House!' that time. It certainly catches attention, Sebastian even looks up at them.

The NOT so Perfect 4 stood there a moment, mouth totally gaped Gregory was pretty subdued now, and lowers his already lowered head further. It happened, what Herman was trying to avoid, happened... things got ugly. Lawrence fixed his specs, clearly disapproving of Gregory's outburst. "I will not fail being on time for class. Let us meet again later at the Swan Gazebo, and finish this matter. It will be bad for anyone who fails to show... until then, gentlemen..." Everyone leaves, having mixed feelings about the whole situation. Gregory didn't like being under than kind of scrutiny for something he felt he shouldn't be faulted for. His abdomen was gravely in pain, he drags himself to get something to call a breakfast so he wouldn't starve through his next class, and wind up with another "failing" grade, or something stupid.

Sebastian was tickled to the tee. He surely savored the moment he'd have a word with Ciel about today; especially if anymore of this is to occur the rest of the day.

Well... it was class time. All of the Violet Wolf students took their seats... Gregory being the last one, which was unusual. For the most part, these weird eccentrics, fanatics of the arts were just the group Gregory felt most at home with... but today, this group were the last bumkins he wanted to be around. He sits and sinks into his seat, feeling like he'd just like to kill over and not wake up... for eternity, thanks to his stomach pain of course. Their instructor was a new one, his specialty was the phenomenon known as "modern art". However, he wasn't easy to follow. Professor Arnold Gutenburg was his name. And yes, the Austrian instructor couldn't speak very good English.

"Now lisitan, dare prebably thusend werks tho be bern of mo'ch'deren arg't, sin een dis di'hager'gram" That was his version of English at its finest, and this was how his whole class sounded. It gave the poor Perfect of Violet Wolf a seering headache trying to keep up and decipher the lesson in session. After a short while, Gregory lowers his head to his desk, moaning as his abdominal pain increases, truly becoming unbearable to stand. His moaning also grows, and gets more and more noticeable.

"Mr. Vi'ch'oleth" Prof. Gutenberg starts kinda perturbed, "iz eh pro'ch'blmn der?" Gregory needed help, and wanted to say so... but decideds not to. "I'm fine, sir" his weakend voice replies, "Yur sund no guud" "Yeah, and I though I was the only one seeing it" Oh god, Cheslock jumps in it. Gregory didn't want to deal with the God of Spontaneous Vocal Combustion. "Well are ya' sick or what, boss?!" Cheslock irately sounds off again. "I..." Gregory finally starts, "I... don't exactly feel myself to-today. My stomach is burning with pain right now" "what?! Oh c'mon, is it seriously that bad? Boss, you can't wimp out now, I mean really-" Cheslock's boisterous and irritating voice was only increasing the very miserable Violet Wolf leader's ailment and issuing him a brand new headache.

"Youn'ch man!" Prof. Gutenberg shouts to Cheslock, "Fitsh yor mout of soa'ap!" The professor's cries toward Cheslock gains him a few snickers, "Shu'ch yur mouts!" he says, gaining louder snickers. Ignoring his class, and planning to possibly report their insolence to the principal, he looks at Gregory and shakes his head, "Lev cl'chs dis day, youn'ch man" he says, trying to sound understanding, while struggling with his horrific English. "Ert yur-selv not guud ting, to righ'ch now cl'chs in" Gregory struggles to make that out as, 'don't hurt yourself in class, just take the day off'. However, he slowly sits up and shakes his head. "After... re-ceiving A-... twice, I can't... let it happen, again... Please continue Professor"

Their instructor, along with the classmates could see the boy was suffering. His left hand trembles as he held his pin, and his other hand gingerly cups his aching abdomen. The instructor continues, as Cheslock makes his final remark, "Hey boss, I'll take care of things if ya' need me too! I can handle a little room filled with these jokers if ya' need" "Check'loc! I iz herd yur, will drach'aw on boarag'd yu with ne'cht day!" Everyone starts laughing again, the noise of the no English speaking instructor, Loud Mouth Cheslock, and the laughter, all further adds to Gregory's misery.

After class, there was a lot Gregory did not do. He barely makes it to his dorm, and slides into bed, hoping to sleep the pain off enough to finish the day. But alas, his abdominal pains did not cease... they increased. He just laid in bed, missing out on lunch, his other classes, fag time and cricket. He was simply in bad shape right now.

Boy, the Swan Gazebo could sure use a new name with the tension and fury emitting from the vicinity right now. "And where is the Perfect of Violet Wolf? You know you're only allowed here when accompanied with your Perfect" Lawrence says to Cheslock, pretty angered right now, but is ever so calm still. "Yeeeeeah, about that... um" Cheslock was thinking, should he tell a real pretty lie, or just get through with it telling the ugly truth. "Well... every time I knocked, he tells me to go away... so what could I do if he doesn't wanna see ya?" not exactly a lie, or the truth. Lawrence, nor Herman or Edgar were too happy about this. Nor were they approving of Cheslock's usual attitude either.

"So its come to this I see. Leave Cheslock" Bluer orders, the eccentric cockatoo leaves with no hesitance. He didn't really want to be around them if his Perfect wasn't around, anyway. "Violet could be bleeding to death, he should have the courage to at least show up" Bluer sips his tea, his calm expression all but challenges anyone to argue.

"At any rate, we need to regroup and organize ourselves better" Herman starts, "I don't know what's really wrong with Violet, but we need to worry about ourselves and not anyone who chooses to not improve and remain elite" "Well said, Herman, well said" Edgar agrees, while having Joanne to fan him. "However, I will not take time from my short written novel. I have dreams to follow, as all men do. But if something's wrong, you'd think Violet would go to the doctor by now". Lawrence thought about that and instantly gets an idea, "very well, we'll have Violet to get his health checked. An excellent way to catch someone in a lie".

That evening, "Mr. Michaelis" stops by Ciel's dorm room, to have a quick chat. "Well young master, it seems the Perfects are more defective than they present themselves to be" "Hm... elaborate" Ciel requests, while Sebastian finishes, "A couple of the "Perfects" received A- grades, which roused a great amount of tension. They were the Perfects of Scarlet Fox and Violet Wolf. Gregory Violet went on about some kind of ailment he's battled for the past few days, while Edgar Redmond is secretly writing some sort of novel to impress a literary idol coming to visit London in due time". Ciel sits back and sips his tea. "Interesting" were his words, "but of what significance is this information, in regards to my true assignment?" Sebastian chuckles a bit and pats Ciel on the shoulder, "nothing must be over looked. This case is far greater I fear, than just the mystery only surrounding Derek Arden, master. All things should be considered." "Point taken" says the blunt adolescent, "sleep now master, tomorrow could get rough if the Perfects are in chaos..." Sebastian leaves, getting a hunch almost that something is bound to go wrong... But what?...

It was morning again, but it would be nothing like yesterday. Gregory really felt bad, looked bad too. He sat up in bed, heart racing, his head pounding and dizzy, he had no idea it would be this bad and didn't think it could be worst. Sadly... it would. Gregory felt a moist something, almost wet. Quickly, he throws off his covers, to nearly have a heart attack. There was blood staining everything. With a trembling gasp, Gregory knew he was in serious trouble. Moving as swift as his legs could carry him, Gregory heads for the bathroom, and disrobes. He feels the blood flowing from himself, and down his legs; there was also a nasty stench giving off from it. Young Violet then looks into the seat of his weird pair of underpants, seeing not only was it sopping deep red, there was some kind of reddish black, gelatinous matter that gathered in the center. The Perfect of Violet Wolf was in so much dismay right now. Along with all of this trauma, he also had these severe abdominal pains. He showers, then bandages his groin area before putting on new attire. His hope would be this somehow isn't blood and he's not literally bleeding like this for real.

He takes his soiled underwear with him, as he heads out to the doctor. Class was already in session, and the Perfects saw not a peek of Violet anywhere. The Violet Wolf students also noticed his absence, where could Gregory be?

Gregory Violet, dodged everyone, and makes his way to the on campus clinical facilities, for any attendants with health issues. The doctor sees Gregory, and greets him warmly. "Well hello young man, what a beautiful morning for a surprise check up" His grin lets you know, his brain didn't have as many lights on as it should. "Now, what brings our all so clever Purple Lion student to Dr. Watkins?" Gregory was too traumatized with the whole blood episode, he didn't even notice Dr. Watkins lack of... whatever.

"Doc" the young student starts, "I... woke this morning with my sheets saturated in blood. As I stood, I felt something like... well, urine coming, and I couldn't, couldn't control it. It was all blood, I don't know actually, what it is, b-but..." Gregory struggles to keep his calm, while handing a wrapped something to Dr. Watkins. The physician takes the wrapping off to his miniature lab and unwraps, the sight horrifying him greatly. In only a couple of minutes, he returns with a gloomy expression. "Young man, this is terrible! Totally awful" He goes on, not having any professional sense of approach what so ever. Gregory, who remains calm but knew this couldn't be good, asks, "What is it doctor? I... hope its not something terribly serious" "Oh it is, it is" Dr. Watkins just shakes his head before breaking the news. "This is some kind of cancerous issue, it could be bladder cancer, eh-eh, kidney cancer, or prostate cancer maybe, or stomach cancer or lung-" "W-What is, c-cancer?" Gregory's violet eyes widen, finally showing fear. He never heard of such ailment, and much less thought he'd wind up with it.

"Cancer is a new medical phenomenon, which is currently under our latest studies and research" Dr. Watkins starts off, "it's an ailment in which the body begins to die and fail in one area or another, resulting in the complete devastation of said organ, bone, muscle or whatever it attacked" Gregory's eyes shows very slight emotion, all but biting back his real feelings. "Is it... fatal?" the youth's weakened voice inquires, almost as if he knew already. "All the current known cases... yes... yes, yes. Every patient that had it died one way or another. Of course something this bad, you'll be lucky if you're with us for another month... I can't honestly see how we could treat something in this stage, this is pretty bad..."

What a blow. The Perfect of Violet Wolf shuts his eyes for some moments, in grave sorrow and hurt. "I understand doctor..." whispers a tearful voice, "thank you..." He gets up to leave, feeling like his heart could stop pumping at any given moment now. It wasn't until now Dr. Watkins realizes he just verbally handed the boy his death sentencing on a silver platter. "Look son, uh... let me know if you feel better... or if you need anything or..." At this time, Gregory leaves without anything else to say.

Gregory Violet, the most skillful of his colleagues, and most promising in the field of the arts, seemed to be destined sooner than he expected. From since he was little, he was told things that would kill the soul. He was frail in his younger years, and was told he was barren, and would never have children with a wife of his own. Of course, there were always a way for him to rise up to the top; from doctor's care, to the thought of adopting a child. But... there was never anything that mentioned losing his life, especially like this. Gregory slowly makes his way to the Swan Gazebo, just wanting time alone and to himself. He didn't worry about class, not about the Perfects, his duties, nothing. What's there to worry over if he wasn't to live past 30 days?

He sits on his favorite bench, his mind entering deep thought. He could only reflect on his life, from as far back as he could remember, all the way to this point... and then, the artist starts to draw on his drawing pad. He draws using his charcoal, elaborate shapes and lines, some straight, some curved, a real mix of various things. He would tell Principal Argares about his condition soon, but not now. He just wanted time to deal with the idea of confronting death and the coming days.

In about an hour... "Gregory Violet, Perfect of the Violet Wolf Dorm..." Gregory slowly looks up, amethyst eyes meeting furious sapphire ones. The three Perfects were standing there with their fags, including his own, just staring with dismay and disapproval of him, further injuring his weakened emotions. "I am truly shocked by your behavior, Violet..." Lawrence starts, "You, a Perfect, now skipping classes?! What can you say for yourself? And don't bring up health, we aren't dumb. Pain, headaches, bleeding, whatever it is, a Perfect must alwa-" "I am bleeding... to my death..." Gregory then closes his teary eyes, his hands griping his picture, causing it to crumple and rip slightly. Everyone was silenced with a bit of shock as Gregory speaks. "I didn't make it to class because... because I had to visit Dr. Watkins..." The moment of silence continues its duration as Gregory just couldn't bring himself to say what he was about.

"What... happened? What did... what did the doctor say?" Edgar hesitantly inquires, he had to know for sure. Gregory just lowers his head and shakes it. "I have cancer... a condition in which something in the body dies and fails, and... its fatal. Dr. Watkins says... I'll be lucky to be with you all another month...". Everyone now is now trembling with fear, and tearing with sorrow. But it couldn't be true, it just couldn't. "You're lying... i-it's not true... IT'S NOT TRUE" Lawrence begs, eyes reddened as tears comes to his eyes. "I woke bleeding in bed" That statement floors everyone the moment Gregory says that, "blood tainted everything... my sheets, my clothes, my bathroom... my life"

With that, tears finally escape the Violet Perfect's eyes, the salty drops fell from his chin, and onto his crumpled art piece, staining and mixing with its black ink. Everyone was totally unraveled to the core. The thought of losing their friend was a maddening, unthinkable... an impossible thought. Drawing his knees up, Gregory knots himself up, despite his abdominal pains. Burying his face into his knees, Gregory initially, starts to cry. It wasn't his time, not at all. He's too young, and had a whole life to live, explore and build. What a heartless thing to terminate a promising youth in his prime, but sadly, this seemed to be his fate.

Herman was the first to approach the weeping Perfect, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Gregory?" says the sorrowed Perfect of Green Lion. Gregory has nothing to say, he continues to cry silently while shielding his face. Out of all present at the Gazebo, Lawrence Bluer was the most stifled. His heart ached the worst, and it aches further as his words came to haunt him, "Violet could be bleeding to death, he should have the courage to at least show up" Those words echoes in his head, over and over. After a long time of weeping, Gregory speaks again, "p-please pardon, me... I-I need to relax" Cheslock crouches beside his master, and puts a hand on his other shoulder, "I'll take you back..." Even Cheslock had glassy eyes, very unusual of him. Slowly, Gregory lowers his legs and struggles to get to his feet. Cheslock, with his arms around Gregory, takes some of his weight, trying to help him up. Seeing just how weak Gregory is, finally breaks the Violet fag. He keeps a straight face, but couldn't help the tears falling from his eyes; darkened by his black eye make up, streaming down his cheeks like black tears. Gregory leans onto his fag, as he was walked out of the gazebo, towards their dorm.

No one could move at the moment, too much in shock. Lawrence held his head way low, feeling quite guilty at the moment. "You and and your way with words, and now look" Herman cries, looking at Lawrence. Everyone shockingly looks at him for the outburst as he continues, "You're choice of words were quite harsh regarding Violet, and now Gregory's death is coming to pass!"

"You can't say that, Greenhill" Edgar buds in, defending Bluer as the Sapphire Perfect makes his say, "that's right, how would I-" "You said 'if Violet was bleeding to death, he should show up', just to make a... just to satisfy you, us...-!" Herman sounds off again, his fag Edward agreeing. Edgar sees it differently, "I'll be the first to fault Lawrence about his choice of words, but he didn't wish ill on Violet!" Edgar had never been so, emotional like this. Soon enough, the Swan Gazebo becomes a fighting ring, as the remaining Perfects and their fags, duked it out verbally.

Sebastian was nearby the whole time, and didn't know how to report this to Ciel.

That evening, Sebastian met up with Ciel, and starts listing everything that went on this day with the Perfects. "Well young master, it seems the Perfect of Violet Wolf is soon to expire. Based on what I learned today. The Perfect of Sapphire is under heavy criticism for a comment he made about Violet, and how it apparently has come to pass..." Ciel sips his tea after taking in the information, "Interesting" again, was his first response, "But... how is this beneficial to us? What's the connection here with Derek Arden's absence?" Ciel was ever so business like, almost as if it meant nothing at all that someone was dying. Sebastian, though a demon, did not savor Ciel's reaction, and his master sensed it. "However, its a true pity" Ciel starts, realizing how cruel he was sounding, "Gregory Violet is a promising young man, its going to be hard on those who knew... loved him, when he... expires..." Ciel continues to sip his tea as Sebastian pats his shoulder.

"Get some sleep young master, we shall try a different approach on our assignment" Ciel nods and goes to bed without another word.

At the Violet Dorm however, a gloomy, very gloomy spirit hovered over the spooky little purple house. Cheslock had broken the news to everyone, arousing such grief and despair. Gregory was their big brother, the perfect Perfect they could ever have had. His dark, eccentric nature was a perfect fit for the spirit of the Violet Wolf students. No one understood, nor wanted to understand the eerie culture of the Purple House, but one thing that was definite, losing Gregory so suddenly was like losing a best friend, a brother, even a parent to these students.

Gregory was laying on his side in his bed, tears still falling without control. Cheslock had made him some sweetened tea and places it on his night table. "Look... eh... if you need something let me know, 'kay?" Cheslock says standing by his master for a moment, resting a hand on Gregory once more. He was in a lot of shock right now, and couldn't really... express it... didn't know how to express it.

"I'm sure... I hope the... just hope that doctor was wrong and... that it's something else... uh..." Gregory doesn't move, his tears steadily soaking his pillow, one drop at a time. "You'll... you'll be in our prayers, boss" Cheslock's last, very awkward words to the Violet Perfect, and then leaves him for the night. It was going to be a lonely, lonely time for the bedridden Perfect. Gregory closes his eyes, going into deep slumber. At this point, it no longer mattered if he didn't wake tomorrow morning. After all, what was the difference between surrendering life today, if he'll lose his life within a month's time? Finally, after so many thoughts and so many tears, young Gregory Violet was fully asleep, finally in a place free of ridicule, free of peer pressure, free of his duties, and more important, he was in perfect peace; peacefully dreaming in his perfect little world, in a world, where he could live forever...

Aww, poor Greg ;^; I bawled as I was writing this, it was sad to me... and if your thinking he died in his sleep, he did not, okay? He's just dreaming... *a sigh from my audience*

What do you think is happening to our fair wittle emo? Is he really dying? Or is it something else? If so, then what? O_O

Well, that's chapter one! Tell me what you think of it! PLZ REVIEW IT AND DON'T JUST PASS IT BY. ITS THE FIRST FANFIC ON FANFICTION ABOUT THE PUBLIC SCHOOL ARC, SO PLZ GIVE IT LOVE 3

Yes, I've got fics I ain'ta updated in what?... years?... Anyway, I'm working on "The Night Tears Fall" I'm just a bit stumped with that one. And I think I'm the first to write about the Public School arc 8D Hurray for me!

~GNXmike