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Oh hoorah you get a picture and a story, you lucky things you! Or unlucky, depending on how you view my writing skills lol.

The story was just supposed to be a short little thing, about a quarter of the length i've got here, but i thought i might as well throw the whole thing up.

So enjoy a 'friendly' moment between the Hedone Highers!

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A.E.D was tired.
Bloody, fucking, excuse-me-I’ll-just-take-a-nap-right-here-thanks tired.

The prefect was nearing the end of a very long school surveillance, having somehow been dumped with Jacob’s shift as the other prefect was literally coughing up a lung thanks to the flu. So whilst everyone else was happily sleeping, the brown skinned teen was busy skulking through corridors and checking twice as many classrooms to make sure nobody was somewhere they weren’t meant to be. If all went well, .D would be finished soon and get the damn sleep he needed.

Of course, that was probably a little too much to ask.

“Oi you! Lights out was over two hours ago, get back to your dorms!” A.E.D called to the two boys standing in front of him. He’d rounded a corner into a corridor he was expecting to be empty, but instead it was occupied by two punks that obviously didn’t know the meaning of curfew. They turned around with twin looks of surprise etched on their faces, before their eyebrows flashed downward in rebellion.

“And whose gonna make us?” One of them, a pug faced blond, sneered at him, looking him up and down before his eyes landed on the badge pinned to A.E.D’s vest. The blond’s sneer grew in malevolence, “ Prefect.”

A.E.D frowned, taking a step backwards as they advanced on him.
Fuck. He was too tired for this shit.

~*~*~*

Izm was up late (or early, depending on how you wanted to look at the clock). The goggled teen grinned as he fingered the small roll of cash in his pocket, the spoils from another successful “business deal” he’d had outside school grounds. The deal was the reason he was up navigating corridors in the first place, having just gotten back.

“… Prefect.”

Well now that was interesting. Usually no one was up at this time; or at least if they were not around this area of the school. Curiosity peaked, Izm cautiously approached the direction of the faint voice, which, as he got closer, had seemingly escalated into a full on brawl.

“…Fuck! …bastard kicked …”
“…this’ll…teach…”

He stepped into the corridor at the exact same moment a pug faced blond (one of two, Izm noted briefly) delivered a vicious kick to the head of someone lying on the floor.

A very familiar, dark skinned someone.
Two against one. Unfair fight.
Kick…to the…head?

Izm clenched his fists.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” His tone was deceptively genial. Izm grinned dangerously as the two bastards looked at him in surprise; too busy beating up on .D to have noticed Izm’s appearance.

“What’s it to you?” The other boy, a brunette, sneered.

Izm shrugged nonchalantly, sliding his hands into his pockets as he scrutinized them, “Redback’s Rule.”

“That stupid rule? We’ve heard the stories, but we know they’re all just a bunch of bullshit made up by some pussies that couldn’t handle themselves,” Blond scoffed before turning his attention back to A.E.D, who, disturbingly, hadn’t moved from his spot on the floor, “So this is the prefect from the rule eh?” He reared back to kick .D again.

“Touch him again, and I will kill you.” Izm growled, the butterfly knife hidden in his pocket quickly flicked out and ready in his fist. Blond and Brunette’s eyes widened at the weapon.

“Shit man! What the fuck!?”
“Leave. Now.”

They eyed him for a moment, as if debating how much tough points they’d lose running from someone shorter then them. Izm took a threatening step forward, suppressing a smirk as the two decided that running from someone who was armed, never mind how big they were, was in their best interests. As soon as they were gone, the goggled teen knelt down besides the barely conscious A.E.D.

“Hey .D, you -” WHAP! Izm almost fell over from the punch the prefect had delivered to his midsection, “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?”

“That…was for…having a weapon…on school grounds. Bastard.” A.E.D ground out from around a split lip, before flopping back onto the floor and curling around himself, obviously in pain, “Fuck…head hurts. Remind me…to find out those guys’ names’. Be sending them…to Rire.”

~*~*~*

The walk back to A.E.D’s dorm was a fairly quiet one. Or, in .D’s case, the drag back. He’d been too tired and winded to actually get up off the floor, resulting in Izm having to haul him up and pretty much hang on to him to keep him upright. That was why one of A.E.D’s arms was loosely hooked around the shorter boy’s neck, Izm’s hand on his hip to lend support.

.D cracked open an eyelid, internally wincing at the soreness he felt from the small action. Great, he probably had a black eye, or at least it was starting to bruise. He had, after all, been punched in the face at some point. He glanced over at his companion.

Izm’s expression was livid, the normal grin replaced with a tight line and angry, brooding eyes that were fixated straight ahead. He was also muttering furiously, as if stuck in a personal litany A.E.D shouldn’t have been able to hear.

“Fuckers. Think they can just ignore Redback’s Rule like that? Oh, but that will change when I’m through with them. I haven’t seen them in The Underground before, but if my suspicions are correct they’ll be there and I will find them. And then they’ll wish I hadn’t.”

Redback’s Rule eh? A.E.D’s brain was fuzzy. He’d heard that somewhere before, but he wasn’t sure where from. From those two bastards tonight? The prefect thought hard, but that just aggravated the headache he’d been nursing as well as made him realize he didn’t have much of a memory between the time he got kicked in the head and when he’d heard Izm’s voice demanding “Leave. Now.” He’d been in and out of consciousness then.

Whatever. He was too tired and sore to care at this point. He shut his eye again, letting Izm steer him blindly towards their destination.

~*~*~*

Izm dropped A.E.D onto his bed, throwing the prefect’s student card (which he’d had to fish out of .D’s pocket in order to open the door) onto the bedside table, before heading to the ensuite bathroom for a glass of water. He then yanked out the first aid kit he knew .D kept underneath his bed, shook out two painkillers from their opaque, brown bottle and handed them along with the water to A.E.D.

.D peered at him from underneath his eyelids. “I can take care of myself,” he griped, but took the offered meds without further complaint, before flopping onto the bed and passing out almost as soon as his head touched a pillow.

Izm was left staring down at the other teen uncertainly. He wasn’t much of a medic – that was more A.E.D’s territory – and externally .D seemed fine besides the split lip and black eye. He’d probably have more bruises in the morning. What Izm was more worried about was what might result from that kick to the head. Although judging from the fact .D still seemed to have his usual personality intact, Izm was hoping it would just be a headache and a very large sore lump.

Suddenly, Izm grinned thinly. A.E.D said he was going to be sending them to Rire, which was the worst possible punishment anyone could get in this school. However, before that happened he’d like to deal out a little punishment of his own.

It was obvious that Blond and Brunette hadn’t realized who he was.

Izm patted his pocket – the pocket containing the butterfly knife A.E.D had forgotten to confiscate – as he made his way towards the door. His grin turned predatory.

And he didn’t like it when people blatantly disregarded his rule like that.

Redback’s Rule:
You will not attempt to kill/maim/badly hurt the prefect with the fang bangs.

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Whew, that was long. And if you're wondering why i didn't dump this in the lit category it's because the picture was/is actually my main focus here

Inspired by who commented in my journal :

"I'm not sure if you already have an idea for your art project, but here's a thought. We're always seeing A.E.D. being responsible and/or saving IZM. I wonder what sort of situation it'd have to be for IZM to save A.E.D."

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WANT MORE?

Managed to read through my drivel? Want more "continuation" to this for some reason? Then you're going to love =PunchBagBobsRevenge because she's written her own version of what happens next 8) now only available on ~HedoneHigh

Here it is: [link]

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Art + Characs (c) me [*Darqx ]

Description
Oh hoorah you get a picture and a story, you lucky things you! Or unlucky, depending on how you view my writing skills lol.

The story was just supposed to be a short little thing, about a quarter of the length i've got here, but i thought i might as well throw the whole thing up.

So enjoy a 'friendly' moment between the Hedone Highers!

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A.E.D was tired.
Bloody, fucking, excuse-me-I’ll-just-take-a-nap-right-here-thanks tired.

The prefect was nearing the end of a very long school surveillance, having somehow been dumped with Jacob’s shift as the other prefect was literally coughing up a lung thanks to the flu. So whilst everyone else was happily sleeping, the brown skinned teen was busy skulking through corridors and checking twice as many classrooms to make sure nobody was somewhere they weren’t meant to be. If all went well, .D would be finished soon and get the damn sleep he needed.

Of course, that was probably a little too much to ask.

“Oi you! Lights out was over two hours ago, get back to your dorms!” A.E.D called to the two boys standing in front of him. He’d rounded a corner into a corridor he was expecting to be empty, but instead it was occupied by two punks that obviously didn’t know the meaning of curfew. They turned around with twin looks of surprise etched on their faces, before their eyebrows flashed downward in rebellion.

“And whose gonna make us?” One of them, a pug faced blond, sneered at him, looking him up and down before his eyes landed on the badge pinned to A.E.D’s vest. The blond’s sneer grew in malevolence, “ Prefect.”

A.E.D frowned, taking a step backwards as they advanced on him.
Fuck. He was too tired for this shit.

~*~*~*

Izm was up late (or early, depending on how you wanted to look at the clock). The goggled teen grinned as he fingered the small roll of cash in his pocket, the spoils from another successful “business deal” he’d had outside school grounds. The deal was the reason he was up navigating corridors in the first place, having just gotten back.

“… Prefect.”

Well now that was interesting. Usually no one was up at this time; or at least if they were not around this area of the school. Curiosity peaked, Izm cautiously approached the direction of the faint voice, which, as he got closer, had seemingly escalated into a full on brawl.

“…Fuck! …bastard kicked …”
“…this’ll…teach…”

He stepped into the corridor at the exact same moment a pug faced blond (one of two, Izm noted briefly) delivered a vicious kick to the head of someone lying on the floor.

A very familiar, dark skinned someone.
Two against one. Unfair fight.
Kick…to the…head?

Izm clenched his fists.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” His tone was deceptively genial. Izm grinned dangerously as the two bastards looked at him in surprise; too busy beating up on .D to have noticed Izm’s appearance.

“What’s it to you?” The other boy, a brunette, sneered.

Izm shrugged nonchalantly, sliding his hands into his pockets as he scrutinized them, “Redback’s Rule.”

“That stupid rule? We’ve heard the stories, but we know they’re all just a bunch of bullshit made up by some pussies that couldn’t handle themselves,” Blond scoffed before turning his attention back to A.E.D, who, disturbingly, hadn’t moved from his spot on the floor, “So this is the prefect from the rule eh?” He reared back to kick .D again.

“Touch him again, and I will kill you.” Izm growled, the butterfly knife hidden in his pocket quickly flicked out and ready in his fist. Blond and Brunette’s eyes widened at the weapon.

“Shit man! What the fuck!?”
“Leave. Now.”

They eyed him for a moment, as if debating how much tough points they’d lose running from someone shorter then them. Izm took a threatening step forward, suppressing a smirk as the two decided that running from someone who was armed, never mind how big they were, was in their best interests. As soon as they were gone, the goggled teen knelt down besides the barely conscious A.E.D.

“Hey .D, you -” WHAP! Izm almost fell over from the punch the prefect had delivered to his midsection, “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?”

“That…was for…having a weapon…on school grounds. Bastard.” A.E.D ground out from around a split lip, before flopping back onto the floor and curling around himself, obviously in pain, “Fuck…head hurts. Remind me…to find out those guys’ names’. Be sending them…to Rire.”

~*~*~*

The walk back to A.E.D’s dorm was a fairly quiet one. Or, in .D’s case, the drag back. He’d been too tired and winded to actually get up off the floor, resulting in Izm having to haul him up and pretty much hang on to him to keep him upright. That was why one of A.E.D’s arms was loosely hooked around the shorter boy’s neck, Izm’s hand on his hip to lend support.

.D cracked open an eyelid, internally wincing at the soreness he felt from the small action. Great, he probably had a black eye, or at least it was starting to bruise. He had, after all, been punched in the face at some point. He glanced over at his companion.

Izm’s expression was livid, the normal grin replaced with a tight line and angry, brooding eyes that were fixated straight ahead. He was also muttering furiously, as if stuck in a personal litany A.E.D shouldn’t have been able to hear.

“Fuckers. Think they can just ignore Redback’s Rule like that? Oh, but that will change when I’m through with them. I haven’t seen them in The Underground before, but if my suspicions are correct they’ll be there and I will find them. And then they’ll wish I hadn’t.”

Redback’s Rule eh? A.E.D’s brain was fuzzy. He’d heard that somewhere before, but he wasn’t sure where from. From those two bastards tonight? The prefect thought hard, but that just aggravated the headache he’d been nursing as well as made him realize he didn’t have much of a memory between the time he got kicked in the head and when he’d heard Izm’s voice demanding “Leave. Now.” He’d been in and out of consciousness then.

Whatever. He was too tired and sore to care at this point. He shut his eye again, letting Izm steer him blindly towards their destination.

~*~*~*

Izm dropped A.E.D onto his bed, throwing the prefect’s student card (which he’d had to fish out of .D’s pocket in order to open the door) onto the bedside table, before heading to the ensuite bathroom for a glass of water. He then yanked out the first aid kit he knew .D kept underneath his bed, shook out two painkillers from their opaque, brown bottle and handed them along with the water to A.E.D.

.D peered at him from underneath his eyelids. “I can take care of myself,” he griped, but took the offered meds without further complaint, before flopping onto the bed and passing out almost as soon as his head touched a pillow.

Izm was left staring down at the other teen uncertainly. He wasn’t much of a medic – that was more A.E.D’s territory – and externally .D seemed fine besides the split lip and black eye. He’d probably have more bruises in the morning. What Izm was more worried about was what might result from that kick to the head. Although judging from the fact .D still seemed to have his usual personality intact, Izm was hoping it would just be a headache and a very large sore lump.

Suddenly, Izm grinned thinly. A.E.D said he was going to be sending them to Rire, which was the worst possible punishment anyone could get in this school. However, before that happened he’d like to deal out a little punishment of his own.

It was obvious that Blond and Brunette hadn’t realized who he was.

Izm patted his pocket – the pocket containing the butterfly knife A.E.D had forgotten to confiscate – as he made his way towards the door. His grin turned predatory.

And he didn’t like it when people blatantly disregarded his rule like that.

Redback’s Rule:
You will not attempt to kill/maim/badly hurt the prefect with the fang bangs.

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Whew, that was long. And if you're wondering why i didn't dump this in the lit category it's because the picture was/is actually my main focus here

Inspired by who commented in my journal :

"I'm not sure if you already have an idea for your art project, but here's a thought. We're always seeing A.E.D. being responsible and/or saving IZM. I wonder what sort of situation it'd have to be for IZM to save A.E.D."

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WANT MORE?

Managed to read through my drivel? Want more "continuation" to this for some reason? Then you're going to love =PunchBagBobsRevenge because she's written her own version of what happens next 8) now only available on ~HedoneHigh

Here it is: [link]

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Art + Characs (c) me [*Darqx ]