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Future Tense

Written by : Teno Hikari
Email: teno_hikari@yahoo.com (or, tenohikari@cs.com)
Idea inspired my good friend Jewel, and co-authored by Lady Douji.

Summary - AU. The more things change, the more they stay the same. In a futuristic Spooner, Sorcerer Hunter Carrot, finds himself in the middle of a new Spell Wars and forced to face the demons of his past. Most importantly, the demon inside him. Carrotx???, CarrotxZaha, MarronxGateau - and more

Warning - Contains Shounen Ai / Slash / Male pairings. Ratings may go up in future chapters.
Disclaimer: It's obvious that I don't own Sorcerer Hunters...

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The year is 2094, the age of Neo-Varne, two thousand years after the Great Spell Wars. It was a clash between two powerful empires, and at the end of the battle, only Famille remained to rule the world of Spooner for several centuries. Heliopolis, a city of science and sorcery, and the new capital of the united Famille Empire.

Yet despite the peace and unity that Empire's Stellar Church speaks out for - there are many atrocities against mankind. The abuse of a Sorcerer's magical abilities is punishable by death without trial. Thus, secret workers are dispatched to bring these criminals to justice: the Sorcerer Hunters.

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There are no roosters in Heliopolis that awoke it's residents at dawn. No morning sunrises that filtered through blinds with their warm rays of light. The alarm clock's insistent beeping begins at six in the morning, and stays on until a minute after. He's already awake though. Kept up once again by another nightmare not begotten from his imagination, but the memories of the past. He hates mornings like these.

After switching the alarm off, the young man slowly rise out of bed and wishing he could have at least gotten more than three hours of sleep. Three hours out of the seventy-two he's been up. Already, he craved coffee - rich, black, and full of caffeine. If memory served him correctly, he also had a calculus exam today... wonderful.

After a shower and a change into a normal high school uniform - pristine and barely worn - he didn't bother to load his backpack with books he was required to bring. After all, why bother? The semester midterms were here and he probably attended school four times a month.

Making sure everything was in order, his fingers brushed against the smooth steal of two heavy revolvers. He had to remind himself he had to be careful sneaking them out - his two faithful companions. Putting the safety on, he place each weapon into a holster before zipping up the uniform jacket. As he passed the mirror hanging on the wall, he couldn't help but ask himself the same question every morning: 'Who am I going to kill today?'

[ Chapter One ]

"Carrot! You're going to be late for school!"

Stumbling down the hallway, a young teenaged girl was trying to tie her hair up in buns, brush her teeth, while using her right foot to kick at a closed bedroom door. Unfortunately, she was only managed to accomplish one of these tasks, wanting to kick the door off it's hinges, if only to wake the boy behind it.

Mornings were always like this. The world could be ending and her brother would sleep right through it. She kicked at the door again. A small grin tugged on her lips as she pictured the flying door hitting him smack in the face.

'Yeah, that ought to wake him up.'

"Carrot! I'm tired of making excuses for you! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP!" she continued to pound on the door until a hand fell upon her shoulder.

Their lavender-haired guardian smiled cheerfully, "There's no need, Dotta-dear. He already left."

If the older man hadn't plucked the toothbrush from her mouth, it would have fallen to floor along with her jaw.

"WHAT?!" Dotta gaped. "He left already? You mean to tell me Carrot - our LAZY Carrot - got out of bed and went to school WILLINGLY?!"

Dabbing at the toothpaste smears on her mouth with a handkerchief, Millie nodded, pushing her back to the bathroom. "He left early to report - and yes, he will be attending school today. I'm sure his teachers will be very happy."

Spitting out after gurgling, she decided to just leave her hair down and catch up with the other teen. Mumbling under her breath: "If they don't die of shock first..."

Her teachers and friends were convinced that her 'brother' had some terminal illness for the cause of his absences. As she began to brush the bangs from her face, the girl had to admit they were right. If he didn't get his act together, 'she' would be his cause of death.

"Dotta!" her guardian sang from the kitchen where he was waiting with her lunch. "It's five til' eight, you're going to be late!"

"ACK!"

Still smiling, he heard the girl loud antics as she stumbled around, rushing passed him for her lunch and a quick kiss on the cheek. As the door slammed shut, he burst into a fit of giggles while a young man sat at the table eating breakfast. Sipping his coffee, Carrot looked up at the clock which read seven-fifteen, and shook his head.

"You're an evil girly man, Millie Feullie."

"Oh, think she'll be mad?"

Sitting down at the table, the older man poured himself some orange juice and began to look through a fashion catalog. After flipping through a few pages, Millie turned to look at the clock and smiled impishly. It wasn't long before the door was nearly kicked open, and Dotta marched in - huffing and puffing.

"Hmmm... probably."

Face crimson, she stomped over to the two males sitting casually while eating breakfast. She raised her briefcase and sent it crashing down on her brother's skull. The two teenagers glared at one another as their guardian chuckled merrily.

"What the hell? He sets it up and I'm the one who gets hit?"

"You should have said something, jerk!"

"Now, now, children. It's no one's fau..."

Both teenagers glared at him.

"It's your fault!"

After finishing up breakfast, the two teens were off to school, walking in silence. Actually, Carrot was silent, while Dotta was chatting away about the recent school events. Not that he cared or anything, but he continued to listen...

"...Yeah, and she was all: 'Nuh-uh, you copied MY hairstyle', and I was like: 'as if!'"

...No matter how badly he wanted to set cue tips on fire and shove them up his ears. Normally he would tell her to shut up and they would argue from there. But after the other night, he had a big enough headache as it is.

[ Slamming into a brick wall, he doubled over from the impact, coughing blood. The sound of footsteps and crunching glass, forced him to look up at the figure approaching him. The street light illuminated a menacing smile beneath the Contrary Triangle that marked his attacker as a Sorcerer. A massive one at that, aided by illegal muscle hormone enhancer charms.

A hand surged forward, palm hitting his forehead hard, slamming the back of his head against the wall. His vision blurred and Carrot struggled to stay focus. The menacing smile on the larger man's face grew wider.

"This is your end, Sorcerer Hunter."

Carrot surprisingly smiled back, lips curved up like a blade that startle his enemy. Reaching up, Carrot's smaller hand locked around his assailant's wrist. With a small effort, he snapped the bone like a twig, before tugging sharply, dislocating muscled arm.

The Sorcerer's eyes bugged out in shock and pain as let out a cry of agony. Fire swirled around his free hand - but before he could move, he found a barrel of fun before his eyes. Swallowing hard, he looked into the hunter's glowing red eyes and screamed.

An intense light flooded the alleyway which had been their battleground. When it finally died, Carrot lowered the gun at his side, staring down at the charred remains of his prey. Slowly, he began to walk away from the wall, bending down to retrieve the Contrary Triangle from the pile of ash.

Bringing it up to the light, he examined it carefully. A frown spread across his face as he studied the sigil inside the triangle. 'So it was a lie after all.'

Dropping the triangle in his pocket, Carrot quickly left the scene before the authorities would show up.

'Just another lowly Sorcerer, and not connected to the one I seek...' ]

"The prom is coming up, who are you gonna take?"

Snapped back into the present, Carrot turned to look up at his little sister who was now balancing herself on a railing. He moved towards her, ready to catch the airhead if and when she klutzed out and fell to her death. Really, did she think she had wings?

"well?"

"You're serious?"

"Uh-huh!"

Much to his unexpressed relief, she jumped down as they approached an intersection.

"No one," he answered. "I'm not going."

"Why not?"

Carrot shrugged as they reached a stoplight. "It's a social event for students. I'm not social, and I'm not a student. I just attend when I have to."

"Why don't you just take home studies then?" Dotta asked as they crossed the street. "I mean it's better than going when you don't want to. Or you could do something radical by at least trying to interact with other people."

Ignoring the curious stares he was getting from the students as they arrived on campus, he closed his eyes and continued on. "Because I don't care for either of them. The only thing I'm concerned about is being a Sorcerer Hunter."

Dotta stopped in her tracks as she stared at her brother's back as he entered the school building. "But," she whispered sadly, "that's not all you are."

His classes were long and boring as they were last time he attended them. Taking his tests were no trouble but dealing with a classroom of his staring 'peers' was annoying. He wasn't stupid, he knew about the rumors that spread around the school like a common cold. Some of these tall tales were him being in a gang or some kind of rare illness. Or he was head of a gang of young sorcerer delinquents. He didn't bother to correct any of them. It didn't matter, as long as people kept their distance with their noses out of his business.

"Casserole, Carrot?"

"Present."

His fourth period teacher looked up from the roll call and stared at the seat Carrot had occupied. The teenager didn't bother to take notice of his teachers surprise and just stared out the window. He did, however, notice a set of gold eyes casually glancing at him every once and while as class began.

The boy was obviously new. Carrot often forgot names, but not other faces. Obviously the teacher's favorite as he was called on often and awed at by the class for his correct answers.

Even he was impressed when the new student calmly translated the passage rather accurately. From the corner of his eye, he studied the young man... who looked younger than most his peers, and not to mention good looking. No, Carrot admitted, 'great looking'... the boy was beautiful that he probably made straight young men blush.

As he absently listened to the lecture, Carrot turned his attention back to out the window. Autumn was here, he noticed, as the groundskeeper began sweeping up the dead leaves on the ground. Another autumn, and another winter, and then a spring.

'Another year without you,' he thought bitterly. 'Nothing matters anymore now that you're gone.'

"Mr. Casserole!"

'Damn... why can't they leave me alone?'

A few girls sitting behind him giggled as he was caught ignoring the lesson. The teacher smacked a ruler at his desk, frustrated with Carrot's lack of attention. Lazily, the young man turned his bored umber eyes to the front of the class.

"Yes, sir?"

He could almost hear the older man grinding teeth when he pointed to the text written on the board. "Translate this - all of this - in Gaiyas."

Standing up, Carrot read the passage on the board to himself as his classmates snickered while some gave him looks of pity. Shrugging, in a bored tone of voice, he translated every line correctly. Being a Sorcerer Hunter he had studied extensively to earn the special privileges he had today. He had to resist the urge to smirk at the class' collective shock, and spoiling his teacher's plan to make an utter fool of himself. He sat back down, just before catching the new student's smile directed at him. He decided to ignore it, turning his attention to the window once more.

As class ended, Carrot covered his surprise with a blank expression when the new student approached him. He was actually much taller up close, and for some reason more intimidating. Umber eyes tried not to narrow when the Sorcerer Hunter sensed the aura emanating from this stranger.

'A Sorcerer? No. He doesn't have a Contrary Triangle. I sense white magic... ah, a White Mage.'

"Hello," the new student smiled at him. A strangely addicting smile when Carrot found himself almost returning it. Almost.

"Hello."

"I just transferred here a few weeks ago, pleased to meet you."

Carrot blinked as he slowly started packing up and wishing the other boy would leave him alone. He didn't know why, but the golden-eyed new student was making him uncomfortable. Then again magic users always made him nervous and paranoid.

"My name is Marron Glace," the mage told him, extending his hand. "And you are...?"

"Leaving."

Amber eyes blinked in surprise as the other boy walked passed him, exiting the empty classroom. Picking up his book bag, he reached for his cell phone before it even started ringing. Grinning, he looked at the seat the other boy had been sitting at.

"I figured you would be calling right about now."

Pause.

"I met him just a short while ago."

Another pause and Marron chuckled.

"Yes, he's exactly as you described him to be."

Why did his last class before lunch break seem like the longest? Slumping back in his seat in the back, Carrot absently looked up at the clock and glared. Some evil time-sorcerer had to be at work here. Ten minutes could never feel *this* long.

The urge to get up and ditch was strong, but he knew Millie would be waiting for him. The punishment, Carrot knew, would be severe; like less work and more school. Or worse, more school and shopping.

As the teacher began to show the next set of slides, he began to doze, ignoring the lecture. It's not like Carrot was doing it on purpose... but it had been a long night. Besides, the lecture on thousand year old fossils were as dry as... well, thousand year old fossils. He came awake instantly when the bell rang, catching himself before crashing face forward onto his desk.

'I hope no one saw that...'

He heard a giggle coming from the seat on his right.

'Well, damn...'

Slowly, he turned his head towards one of his classmates, a girl he didn't recognize and wondered why. The girl's wavy long pink hair made her stand out among the other girls. Not to mention how pretty she was even wearing those large glasses. Was she a new transfer student too?

"Sorry," she whispered apologetically and smiling at him.

He averted his attention back to the lecture and surprisingly stayed awake through the end of the class. Lunch time came and he was starving... that small bowl of cereal he had for breakfast was nothing. He just hope they served a decent lunch in the cafeteria, or he was off for steaks.

"Excuse me."

Trying not to glare, he looked up to face the other new student blocking his path. She continued to smile shyly at him. He hated that smile already as it was holding him in place from just walking out of the empty classroom.

"Yeah?"

"U... Um, well I'm sorry for laughing at you in class..."

He blinked, "You apologized already."

"I-I know, but i-it was still rude of me."

Shrugging, he turned to walk around the desk and her. "Don't worry about it."

"H-Hey!"

"Yeah?" he asked again, his stomach growling and causing the girl to giggle once more.

"Oh!" she slapped a hand over her mouth. "I-I'm sorry!"

He sighed again, "What is it?"

"W-Well, I-I was wondering if you," she paused swallowing hard as a blush colored her pale cheeks. "H-Have lunch?"

'A pretty girl is asking me out for lunch,' he thought mildly. 'If I cared, I'd be in heaven.'

"Sorry."

The girl looked downcast, "Aww... and my older sister was so looking forward to meeting you..."

'Sister?'

Before he could ask the class room door suddenly slid open, revealing another girl Carrot couldn't identify. This one was sure to turn heads with her long red hair and her modified school uniform. Surely it was against regulations to show off that much cleavage and... undergarments. Carrot tried not to stare but it was already too late when she glared back at him with cold dark blue eyes.

"Hey, sis!" the pink-haired girl called out. She then turned to face Carrot again. "By the way, I'm Tira Misu, a new transfer student. And this is my big sister..."

"Chocolate."

Carrot blinked at the cold tone in her voice, and wondered if he had offended her for staring. Well how could anyone not stare? Well, he certainly wasn't going to apologize. If someone was going to dress to show off, they better be prepared to deal with what other people's opinions.

"I was waiting for you," Chocolate said to Tira, folding her arms across her chest. "I mean 'we' were."

"Oh, I'm sorry! Um...are you sure you wouldn't like to join us?"

"I'm sure."

Turning away from the sisters, Carrot headed towards the door. As he stepped into the empty hallway, he could feel their eyes boring into him. Another feeling... similar to when he met the other new student in his last class. Another transfer student... how odd. Before he started walking, he heard Chocolate call out to him.

"See you around."

He didn't know whether or not he liked the sound of that.

"Carrot!"

Stopping in his tracks as he passed the school entrance, Carrot turned slightly to face Dotta running towards him. Sighing, he waited for her to catch up despite his stomach's angry protest. Sometime, somehow, during her classes - she had managed brush all that hair into two buns that sat on her head.

"Wait up!"

'Brother!'

He paled slightly and felt as if the world had been pulled out from under him. Running to him in Dotta's place was her younger self, giggling happily while holding another's hand. That person was laughing also...and reached out to him with one outstretched hand...

"Carrot!"

He blinked, staring down at Dotta who had stopped before him - waving a hand before his face. "Hey, are you all right?"

Pulling himself back together quickly, Carrot shrugged and nodded, turning to head off campus with Dotta trailing alongside him. Forget the cafeteria, he was hungry. Really hungry.

"You were like somewhere else..."

"I wish," he replied dryly.

"You know this is a closed campus..."

"I know."

"Millie might get upset..."

"I know."

The day slowly dragged on, as the two teenagers returned from lunch an hour later. Late for their classes, no one hardly noticed in Carrot's case. The fact he was attending at all startled his other teachers. He managed to avoid the attention of any more students who tried to be close and not fall asleep in the last lecture class.

Dotta had been waiting for him when his last class was over, and asked him to tell Millie she would be coming home late. Before he could interrogate, the teenager was off to join a group of giggling school girls. Well he couldn't complain really. He would rather her gossiping and gallivanting around shopping malls; than dancing with death, fighting with grotesque looking Sorcerers in some dim-lighted alley at night.

As he approached his locker, Carrot automatically sensed something was amiss. His eyes narrowed, scanning the empty hallway. Then slowly he had turned to his locker. Even though there were no evidence, he somehow knew that someone had tampered with it.

Now who would be bold enough to do that? With enough caution, the teenager opened the locker, prepared for any prank ready to fall on him. He would then exact vengeance on the suicidal-fool, and stuff his corpse in the locker itself.

Nothing. No buckets of something horrid falling onto his head, or splattered in the inside. There was no trace that anyone had tampered with his belongings. There was only a simple note, folded nearly on one of his text books.

What was this? A note from his sister? Stellar forbid it be another love letter. He had gotten quite a few each start of the semester when he was forced to attend a whole week. Gritting his teeth, Carrot snatched the small slip of paper, and was surprised at the simple line written neatly in kanji.

It was a challenge. A duel was to take place in half an hour. Carrot blinked. Was this a joke?!

Suddenly the crisp piece of paper begin to tremble in his hand. Looking down, he couldn't help but gape as the note began to fold itself into a bird. It was a living piece of origami!

Lowering his hand, Carrot cocked his head to the side, watching the paper bird come to life as it circled above him. Eying it warily, the young sorcerer hunter grabbed his belongings and slammed the locker shit. The bird waited, hovering above his head.

"Lead the way, then."

The journey had taken him several blocks away from campus. Looking at his watch, Carrot was meeting the challenge time. His guide lead him to a lovely, but huge three-story house. A 'Detached House', Carrot knew after watching his guardian fawn over Housing catalogs. They were rather spacious, from what he could tell by the slight view of a beautiful garden.

He couldn't help but feel a little bit envious. The three bedroom apartment he shared with Dotta and Millie, was probably the master bathroom inside this luxury home. Could someone from his public school really be living here?

Lifting his head, the Sorcerer Hunter watched the bird fly over to the back gate which seemed to open on its own. He sucked in his breath through clenched teeth, debating to go in or walk away. This could have easily been a trap set up by some Sorcerer who's ass he kicked along time ago.

"I'll never get the answer just standing out here." Taking another breath, he made his decision, and stepped forward. The gate closed shut behind him.

[ Author's Note ]

Yes, another plot bunny finally came to life with this first chapter. The slash will sadly come later on in this story, but there's angst. Lots of angst. Please keep t his bunny alive by reviewing!
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