"Huh?" Luna blinked, visibly confused, her bouncy attitude came to a halt as she typed in another command into the console again, her movements more professional.
{SYSTEM ERROR:TARGET NOT VALID}
"Well that's—interesting." Luna said as she turned off the console.
"What happened?" Kairo and Riven said in unison.
"Whenever I try to read his powers it flops mid-scan…happens when a certain Mythic can't do what they normally do."
"I don't follow." Riven said flatly, stepping out the tube.
"It means…" Luna said as she gestured at Kairo to finish the sentence.
Kairo sighed. "You're a Deviant."
"Exactly!" Luna finished.
Riven looked at Kairo, then Luna, and then Kairo again — pointing an accusing finger. "You said I was a Werewolf."
"You still are one…just a tad different from the usual." Luna replied
"Different how?" Riven raised a brow.
"Mythic who don't possess a typical trait or innate ability of their species or those with completely different ones…They usually occur when a mutation happens or species mix up." Luna explained.
"That…actually makes sense." Riven said looking down at his hands.
So that must mean my Dad must have been a werewolf. But why didn't mom tell any of us.The
"So what now…Am I kicked out or something." Riven asked, a slight panic in his eyes.
"Of course not, dumbass." Kairo cut in, kicking Riven so hard in the butt he flew face-first into the floor. "We have special classes for kids like you."
"You're a big time jerk, you know that?"
Luna couldn't help but give a small laugh. "Take it easy on him Big bro."
Riven snapped his head so fast it made a strange noise. "Big…bro?!"
"We're not related, it's just something we call ourselves."
"Awn don't be like that. You were the one who said I can call you 'Big bro' anytime."
"Don't remember any agreement on name calling." Kairo said crossing his arms, avoiding Luna's eyes.
"You literally called me your favorite munchkin, yesterday!"
"Munchkin?..." Riven tried so hard to hold his laugh, he nearly choked on it.
"That doesn't concern you." Kairo kicked him again, this time he landed on his back with an undignified thud.
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Riven stared at the black and gold rectangular box that he had been given, he had been taken to the locker room and asked to change before he started class.
He opened it and inside was a white shirt, a black blazer with yellow trims, a yellow tie and a pair of black trousers.
Whoa this seems like the kind of thing elitists kids wear.
He lifted up the blazer and the badge was an hourglass with two scythes over it.
"Hurry up in there!"said Kairo from the outside, tapping the door.
"Sheesh, give me a second alright."
He quickly put on the uniform — tucked in the shirt, neatly knotted the tie a bit loose, and put on the blazer, leaving it unbuttoned.
He came out of the locker room, and turn at Kairo. "So. How do I look?"
"Decent. Now getting moving to class…I have to check in on something first."
Before Riven could start, Kairo had already walked away.
That guy seriously needs to learn how to be more sociable…
Riven walked the other way. Thankfully, Kairo had told him where his class was so it wasn't that hard to spot it.
"A-5…A-6…Ah there it is A-7." He reached for the doo, grabbing the door handle, he took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."
***
Five. The students weren't up to a dozen — excluding him.
Riven blinked at the empty classroom.
Wait so…We're this few?!
Riven scanned around the room, spotting a girl who was seated at the far end looking out the window with her chin propped on her hand.
"Well might as well make friends while I'm at it." He internally shrugged, approaching the girl.
He could see her features more clearly as he move closer — she had blonde short hair that shone in the light, her icy blue eyes complimenting her look.
"Hey. I'm Riven. Nice to meet—"
"I didn't ask." She replied sharply.
Riven felt his whole ego take a nosedive.
Wow real friendly folks around here.
He turned looking for an empty seat behind a boy — although there were plenty of seats he could have take
Riven came up to the other. "Is this seat taken?"
The boy looked up at Riven, taking off the headphones he wore. His grey hair slightly overlapped his soft lilac eyes with under eye circles.
"Oh? Nah, it's free."
His voice was easygoing, relieving Riven at the moment.
"Thanks man." Riven smiled, dropping into the chair.
"So you're the new guy." the boy said as he turned back and swung an arm across the back of his chair.
"Yeah. Name's Riven."
"Riven? Man that sounds cooler than mine…I can guess why though." the boy gave a slight smirk, looking up at Riven's hair.
"My mom did say my dad had a wild sense of humor…" Riven chuckled scratching the back of his head "By the way what's yours."
"Azrael. Azrael Zephyr."
Riven blinked. "And my name sounds cooler yours?"
The other shrugged. "Different tastes man…By the way, what type of Mythic are you?"
"Werewolf, apparently."
"Cool, I'm a Poltergeist." Azrael said, giving out the V-sign with his fingers.
Riven's brain processed the word for a moment. "P-POLTERGEIST!"
"Yep, though I the more general term would be a ghost. And no, I'm not dead."
Before Riven questioned any further, the door swung open and the man stepped up to the front desk, placing to hands on it as a single braid fell in front of his left eye.
Riven felt his heart drop to his stomach.
Not him! ANYONE, but him!
"Okay. You'd better listen up you lil' runts." Kairo said as he leaned on his hands. "I'm gonna be the teacher for this class and I expect you all to be sharp and focused…even if you're all Deviants."
Riven was slightly taken aback by that last bit.
Wait all the students here are Deviants? But Kairo isn't one, how come he's our teacher!?
A student seated at the front row raised his hand.
"Got a question?" Kairo eyes shifted at him.
"Yes sir."
The boy stood up, adjusting the glasses that hung the bridge of his nose. He looked lean under the uniform which had been wore according to the book — Blazer? Buttoned to the neck, Tie? Knotted to perfection, his purple hair was well trimmed into a nice bowl cut.
He had been so perfectly dressed that Riven envied him.
"Why are we Deviants separated from the others? Aren't we supposed to be put together." The boy asked.
"It's all part of the new system the council brought up…they did to prepare for the rising number of Deviants."
"Rising?" the boy raised a brow, clearly intrigued.
"In past records, Deviants only show up every two years or so—but recently, records show that at least fifteen to twenty-five Deviants come up every year." Explained Kairo, still maintaining that poke expression on his face.
Everyone in the class looked visibly shocked.
"I…I see." The boy took his seat.
"Any other questions?"
Another raise their hand. Kairo gave something between a growl and a groan.
"What is it this time?"
"I'd like to know why I got put with these retards." The boy, who was seated at the back of the class with his feet on the desk, pointed lazily at the front of the class.
Riven looked back at him, narrowing his eyes at him. It seemed the other hadn't even bother about looking decent on his first day of school — his tie was nowhere to be seen, and his in-shirt was only tucked in at one side. His black hair was spiky, and he had a dangerous glint in his red eyes and a long dangling earring was placed on one ear.
The pure appearance of this guy was enough to make Riven internally grimace, let alone his attitude.
"Like I said," Kairo started. "this is a decision made by the council, and there's no chance of them going back on this one."
The boy scoffed. "If they get on my way that's gonna be on them."
Geez, who died and made you King of Punks.
"Especially the new guy."
Riven blinked. "Me?!"
"You think of anyone else, dumbass?"
"Who you calling dumbass, sh*tface."
"Oh crap." cursed Azrael — who had been praying for the whole thing to quickly blow over or even become a spark of friendship that happens in those movies.
The boy flinched slightly in his seat, slowly rising up to his feet. "Better watch you say, you half-haired-haired freak. Unless you wanna go crying to the sh*thole family you must have crawl out from."
Riven stayed silent. The words clearly snapped something that shouldn't have snapped.
"What did you just say."