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BLITHE YOUTH	By : SabreTooth Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 1910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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THE DEVIANT AND THE MINK

Raoul Am, sixteen and a know it all. Well, not really, but rather a survivor in an uncomfortable world. He is a Blondie, just like the rest of the students at the Academy; a flaxen youngling in the shape of a god emerging from his maturing body. Perfectly almond-shaped eyes, a straight aristocratic nose and a set of appealing lips that very seldom laughed or turned into even the faintest smile. His long hair was arranged in a chaotic mane on his head, partly shading his face and making him hide those beautiful emeralds that had lost their shine a while back…or perhaps he never had it? Raoul was a true beauty, and in addition, truly alone. Ever since his creation, he has been alone. Even if Raoul had shared his seeding chamber with hundreds of others, he remained convinced that he didn’t belong in the same category as the rest of the top layer of society. He shared their superiority in both physique and mind, but he felt abandoned. Something had gone wrong at his creation. He was sure of it. He always found pleasure in what most others declined, came up with silly ideas looked down upon by his peers, and he was always making a mess: earning him the reputation and the Pet-name “Deviant”. They spoke the same language but still they seemed alien to him.
He had been transferred to this new Academy only a few weeks ago, and this was already his third time in the principle’s office. He had been transferred from the Northern Campus to the Eastern, due to his excellent skills in biochemistry and physics, but the young lad had found it just as impossible to fit in among these flaxen as it had been in the past school. This time, however, the headmaster was not particularly understanding of the devastating prank the young Blondie had just pulled. Indeed, a whole class was colored green through a protein-based pigment that young Raoul had isolated from a plant during biochemistry class. Of course, he had noticed how well the pigment stuck to the hair on his arms and the surface of the skin and thus, he was incredibly tempted to test it on the entire class of unsuspecting flaxen. They were all dressed in white, melting into the sterile environment as if color was an alien concept to most of them, and Raoul wanted to add a little zest to the dull everyday life.
“What if one would put this into the sprinkler and set it off?”
That was the last thought that washed over him before he set off the sprinkler system. They all turned green, including Raoul, but they also turned incredibly furious. Not to mention the teacher; Ezkiel Siin. He was a harsh, but just teacher. However, not even if he had tried his best to be forgiving and understanding, could he have found an excuse to be more considerate of Raoul's feelings. The teacher knew very well that the youngling was a rouge amongst his own and had suffered troubled times ever since his arrival, but this was unforgivable. And the headmaster had agreed. Not only was Raoul to clean up the mess as a common servant – on his hands and knees on the floor – but he needed correction!
Raoul had been released from the headmaster’s chamber after hours of reprimanding, and the superiors had agreed that young Raoul Am needed the influence of someone more disciplined – a model student.
“Hi.”
Raoul watched the shadow of a person appearing at his feet and after a few hesitating seconds, the outcast lifted his head to greet the stranger. The sun shone right into Raoul’s eyes and he wasn’t able to discern anything other then a silhouette. The person towering above sat down, and Raoul greeted him instinctively with a serious expression; hostile and not at all willing to communicate. Instead, he focused on his stained and ruined cardigan – it was old and worn. The lovely flaxen at his side began to speak again.
“I’m Iason Mink,” he began softly with a disarming smile and offered his right hand in a sincere gesture. The response was ever so cool and distancing. The gentle flaxen retracted his hand and watched the bitter youngster mumbling some words towards his own chest. He was dressed in odd clothing of the kind of quality that not even a Pet would want to be caught dead in.
“Who cares,” Raoul snorted and kept on staring at his own cardigan. His clothes were ruined and he kept on playing with the discolored buttons – ripping them from the fabric.
“Alright,” the stranger continued. A little withdrawn, but not defeated. “What’s your name?”
“Who cares,” came in repeated obstinacy.
“I do,” the proud flaxen added steadily. “For I am about to share my dorm with you, and I am not so sure it will be a winning concept to keep referring to you as the ‘Deviant’ each time I call for your attention. Or is that what you want?”
Raoul shrugged; “I don’t care. Call me whatever you want…I aint gonna stay with you.”
“I am not going to stay with you,” the Blondie corrected Raoul, but it was not at all appreciated no matter how sweet the smile radiating from the stranger. Raoul was not the one to be fooled. He could recognize a patronizing essence in well masked benevolence, and thus Raoul cursed at the intruding presence.
“What the hell do you want, Mink-boy?”
The young Iason Mink frowned at the crudeness of the words flowing from his soon to be roommate. “How in Jupiter’s name will he be able to share a room with this imbecile?” How unfortunate for Iason to have been chosen by the headmaster to set this renegade onto a proper track again. Why him? Why did Iason have to be severely punished so as to spend time with this animal?
“Well,” Iason started slowly in full control, but intentionally revealing his annoyance over the unpleasantness of the first impression. “Here is a key-card and the code is five-four-zero-twenty-seven. I will be studying this evening for a test tomorrow, so please…do stay out late.”
The haughtiness was unmistakable and Raoul reacted immediately; the Blondie didn’t even have a chance to leave his seat under the grand oak-tree.
“I’ll be in the room after class. I’m sure you’d like to get to know me better and hear all about my former Academy,” Raoul added with a theatrical countenance, laced with mockery and added in a belittling manner; “your Highness.”
Iason Mink’s gaze burned with anger as he left the stranger. “Why was he chosen to look after this unworthy creature…this mistake of a Blondie and a sorry excuse for a human being?”
Raoul was left sitting under the oak-tree, which was situated at the grand entrance of the Academy. It was the ‘Devinat’s’ refuge. Everyone knew that if the Deviant was nowhere causing upheaval in class, then he was most likely licking his wounds under the tree like some animal. Raoul Am; odd, strange and completely impossible to communicate with. Impossible to talk to, impossible to like and impossible to love. Ha!
Love was out of the question! On the other hand, through years of closing the body and shielding the soul, Raoul had almost managed to convince himself he needed no affections. He was free from those flaws of the decadent Blondies. No, he managed well on his own.
Raoul had finished washing up the classroom. In some strange way, he did find certain satisfaction in hard labor. It was soothing for the mind as well as for the body. It made him more at ease and relaxed and, of course, the joy to see the classroom in bright white was rather appealing. Espeially when knowing it had been transformed into its former shine by his own hands.
He cast a look at the projected clock on the wall. It was rather late, but most likely not late enough for this Mink-boy to have finished his work. Raoul didn’t know why he cared really. The Mink-boy was an overconfident, toffee-nosed little brat who was every teacher’s golden Pet. Raoul sighed. Well, who cares what the Mink-boy was. According to rumors and the score boards, Iason Mink was a disciplined student and his success demanded nothing but the utmost sincere acknowledgement of his prowess; despite that fact that he was a snob to his fingertips. Apart from that, the young deviant really needed a place to stay and thus decided it was best to stay away, just as the Mink had requested, in order to at least please his new roommate this first day of their encounter.
Raoul finished his chores and sat down under the oak-tree waiting for a few more hours to pass. The twin moons were already smiling down on him and the evening breeze was brushing against his face, carrying the scent of the Moonflower. Perhaps he should take a stroll to the library and do as the others – study and make something out of himself.
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