Slurp to munch.

Homeroom and independent art sessions were pretty short, so it's no wonder that Arel was now finding his way to the teacher's lounge.

His mind lingers on the blonde, and the undisclosed pain he felt all those time ago seemed to seep in. Why does it hurt?

His chest, fucking hell it hurts. It's like it's shattering to pieces. His breathing was staggered, and he couldn't help but lean on the supporting beam of the school.

"Hhaa.. Shit.."

He groans, supporting himself as best as he can.

Who was that blonde, really?

Who was Elijah Kalen Franc?

The ex-colonel doesn't like the feeling blooming in his chest. It's nothing good at all, and it's something he was foreign has to face.

Guilt.

But why?

Well, whatever train of thought Arel was thinking, it was halted when he finds himself in the teacher's lounge. His legs were dangling from the hard couch, and his whole entire body was unnecessarily sweating.

His eyes adjusts to the different lighting, and he finds a senior teacher making tea just off at the distance. It's a nice room, if it weren't from the sickening beat of his own heart.

"Are you awake now?"

Ah shit, never mind. Not senior teacher, especially not one with that blazing red hair.

Student Body Head Yusol. What's he doing here.

"Yep, all awake."

The substitute teacher grumbles back a response, sitting down on the couch and pressing a palm to the sore part of his head. Yeah, sure, the pain's all over, but it's not like he can wrap himself up.

"Did you get me here?"

Arel continues, looking up at Yusol who was walking up to him. The student places the hot tea on the coffee table and stares down. Almost scrutinizingly. Really, what a shame for a soldier body.

"No, security staff found you. I personally wouldn't have bothered if it were me."

Ouch, harsh. But the red twink was at least honest, right?

"The tea is for you. I'll get going now."

Ohohoh, but Yusol's not that bad, at least.

...

...

..!

Scalding hot water? Arel spat out the drink, feeling the heat seep into his tongue. What was the little bitch thinking-!

'Oh, I did that perfectly'. Okay, yeah, that thought is plastered right on Yusol's face like a book.

"Blegh.."

"I thought you'd appreciate the thought."

"You want me dead, don't you?"

The small snicker under Yusol's breath definitely didn't go unheard.

"Death by tea? It's not that hot."

"You little bitch."

Yes. Okay. Yusol's definitely out for him.

Arel has Yusol, Aizen, and unnamed blonde coming after his ass because what, they don't like him?

WHY ARE THESE KIDS SO PETTY!

"Since I was nice enough, you owe me one. Go to the IT lab, there's something I want you to deal with."

The Student Body Head demanded, almost immediately after offering the hottest tea anyone's ever drank.

Though, in Yusol's defense, 23 degree celcius water isn't even hot at all.

"So demanding.."

Arel comments, already feeling somewhat better. He wills himself enough to stand up, before his thoughts awfully linger to the cause of his current disaster.

Gah, it's a great day to be a time traveler, isn't it?

Elijah Kalen Franc – just thinking about his name makes Arel's head spin – is like a trigger button for a missile aimed at the teacher. And the impact doesn't immediately kill him either. It slowly eats away at him and mutates him to a monster where he's infinitely dying.

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So! So yeah, Arel leaves the vicinity of the teacher's lounge to do Yusol's stupid little bidding. It's really not easy being a previous subordinate of the shit and he's now basically the same little toy to be ordered around.

At least the General version of this kid isn't THAT bad. AS bad? Who knows, at this point. But- But you know, at least General Yusol was charismatic and cool.. Nothing like this..

With a heavy heart, Arel walks in the direction he was commanded to go.

The IT room was in the far corner of the school, way too far. All he'd faced were steps that just winds along through narrow corridors or empty lunch halls. Gah, how big is this school! Arel's highschool was like, only one building, and was only equipped with a basketball court. None of this fancy stuff.

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Who knows how long Arel took to walk. All he knows was that it's near snacktime, and he's now standing in front of the heavy doors of the Lab.

He gently opens the door.

"What.. are you doing here.."

The ex-colonel asks when he realises it was just a student. Okay, Arel definitely thought he's dealing with like, a corpse, or something. A living, breathing student. Good enough.

Ah. He should add. A living, breathing, blonde, pierced (from what he could tell of the reflection) student.

The same fucker from this morning!

The person being discussed was far too glued to the screen, mindlessly tapping on the keyboard or pulling on the mouse.

"Hey. I'm asking."

Grhhh.. Arel's seriously getting ignored by the worst blondie ever. At least it's just the two of them in the room. The substitute will not hesitate to get maddd....

OH MY GOD HE'S ACTUALLY GAMBLING...

A step further out to the side lets the older see what's going on. Those online gambling sites, seriously? No wonder why blondie(2) -Because blondie(1) is Elijah- is so invested.

Ding.

Oh, well. At least he's the last shit Arel needs to deal with.

RIGHTTTTTT....?