Legend High Intermission-The Chronicles Of Kivur
#21 of Legend High
;P Enjoy.
Inspiration strikes me.
This chapter will introduce a new form of writing very few will know about.
Memory break...
A Couple Of Months Ago...
"Good job, students! Now, do whatever you will." With that, Mr. Geafold started filing papers.
Jake had came over to Tanner and Kevin.
"So, hey g-u-uys." Jake nervously said as the duo stared at him, expressions unreadable.
"Hey." Kevin simply said before returning to his book, title covered.
"Hey there Jake.", Tanner said, reaching for a handshake.
Jake, flinched out of habit. But when he saw no hit coming, as he always thought when meeting someone, he shook Tanner's hand and waited for the punch. When none came, he opened his eyes and saw that Tanner was just sitting there, not doing anything violent.
"Ummmm..."Jake started, not really trying to ask the question but needing to for curiosity's sake.
"Yeah?" said Kevin, wondering what Jake had to say.
"Uh, why didn't you hit me?" Jake asked nervously, shocking both Tanner and Kevin.
"Why would we hit you?" asked Tanner, becoming concerned about the subject at hand.
"My brother", Jake started, "Always told me that when I meet new people, they'll hit me." After saying that, Jake began to cower, feeling like he said too much. Mr. Geafold, who was staring at Tanner while sorting his files, heard the conversation and began to listen in.
"Look", Tanner started, " Whatever your brother's been telling you is obviously not true. What else has he been telling you?"
"That"-, he looked at Mr. Geafold for this one,"-homosexuality is wrong and should be banned and those who are should kill themselves."
That had got under Mr. Geafold's scales as he heard what Jake's brother thinks about homosexuality.
"Well your brother is stupid", Tanner said, shocking Mr. Geafold and Jake. "I mean don't get me wrong. I haven't decided who I prefer, but take my word for it. As long as you found who you love, it doesn't matter the gender. Who knows? Your brother may be secretly gay and not even know why. Karma's a bitch and will never stop being one."
Kevin was shocked at Tanner's words; he never heard someone who wasn't gay say something so supporting about those who are. He shot another glance at the Palkia morph, Jackson, and blushed. Jackson had saw this and he began to blush in embarrassment, as he had been eying Kevin as he him.
Mr. Geafold had misjudged Tanner at first glance. But now that he said that speech, he took a new liking to the boy.
Jake had been appalled that someone could say such things about his brother, whom had been beating the information into his mind as he grew up. Now that he heard that what he's been learning from Kyle was all a lie, he began to see things in a whole new light.
Morgan and Emmett were not listening; in fact, both of them were listening to music in different corners of the room.
Tanner just ended it with, "As long as they don't try anything funny while I least expect it." This made Kevin sweat drop as his words killed the vibe he brought out.
Jake and Mr. Geafold, however, didn't catch that part. Instead, both were thinking about something entirely different.
Mr. Geafold was thinking about telling his brother-the principal-to tell Aaron about this.
Jake, meanwhile, was thinking he should probably come out to his parents as he had been closet ever since Kyle started beating him at 12.
The bell for 10th period rang and everyone filed out the room. Mr. Geafold went back to his desk to make a call...
As the students left for next period, Mr. Geafold brought his cell phone out and speed-dialed a contact on his phone...
[Riiiiiiiiiiiiiing...Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing...Riiii- Click.]
'What is it?' The Advisory teacher's heart skipped a beat as it always did as his brother answered on the other line.
'You actually answered.'
'Why wouldn't I?'
'W-well...Never mind. Anyway, one of your human additions-'
'Oh God, what now? I've been getting complaints from teachers about those girls and I can't fucking-'
'Oh no, I meant the boy.'
'...Oh... Well what is it then?'
'He said the words...Word-for-word... Just as Aaron predicted he would...'
'Well then, it seems just as always the big guy's right once again...'
_"_Well that was...satisfying..." Shaking his head to rid of his dizziness, a figure stood up from his study, going to his high window to look at the sun. The courtyard of a manor met his gaze, rare breeds of tree and flowers exotic and beautiful surrounding the entrance to such an establishment. They danced in the wind, lily petals swirling around in the breeze...An amusing sight to our figure.
But all amusement must come to an end.
"If you're gonna come in, then just do it already..." As if on command, the door opened, revealing a human butler. He rubbed his beard in tandem with his current mood-concern.
"Sir you must know why I'm here then..." The butler told him, walking up to the figure till he was within arm's reach. "Your staff called again-for the sixth time today-asking for you...When are you going to go back...?"
The figure turned towards the butler curtly, but only with a slight turn of his head. "I am not needed at that establishment. They've operated without me on one of my sick days... Why should now be any different?"
"You're not sick, sir!"
"Okay, so? What's so different about the concern and worry?" The butler shifted his hair with his gloved hand, marking his apparent frustration within the concern.
"The difference sir is that you are not ill in any way except what you make it seem to be. All you've done on your "necessary vacation" is sit in this room and mull over what goes on in that brain of yours."
That seemed to get under the figure's skin because he grabbed the butler's neck and cut off his airways effortlessly.
"Don't...mention...my head...There's...nothing wrong...with me..." His grip tightened, starting to crush the butler's throat. He coughed, clawing at the figure to get rid of his grip for more oxygen but it was like trying to un-wedge a crane from the wrong product. The butler was seeing black in his vision, signifying the lack of air intake his brain was getting, so it'd be a matter of time before-
"Hello!? Master Rictoriano!? I have your...package!" There suddenly called a voice from the foyer down the hall, prompting the figure, or Mr. Rictoriano, to let go of his butler. The old man took in deep breaths of air, thanking God above that he was saved by a mere delivery boy.
"Now then...This conversation never happened...Understand?" Rictoriano's voice had become cold and business-like, demanding seeming like an understand to how firm his word was.
"Yes..."
"'Yes' what?" Feeling ridiculous, the butler coughed one more time before glaring at Rictoriano.
"Yes...Sir."
"Alright then. Now go tell the delivery man to put his goods in the dining room...I have too much to do at the moment...John..." The butler rose off the ground, dusting himself off-not like that mattered; this house is clean 24/7. Without a word yet a bow, he left, knocking over the nametag on Rictoriano's desk and keeping the name away from prying eyes.
"Hmph." Mr. Rictoriano merely snorted, shifting the wheel on his mid-section...
Good or bad?
This little intermission of sorts was to help shed some light on questions you're not even thinking of right now...
Who's Rictoriano? Why is he feigning illness? Why is JOHN there? What is the delivery boy bringing him?
...And most of all...
Why did he react so negatively to the mention of "brains"?
Maybe more will be revealed about this Rictoriano character in "The Chronicles Of Kivur".
Moncheli!