Kryss twitched with irritation once he spoke the words 'Pretty boy bishonen'. He stood tall, arms shaking a bit from the strain of the weight. Sharp green eyes were narrowed, perhaps he had hit a rather sensitive nerve or two. "Pretty boy!? Wh-Whats wrong with being a lelouch!? What's wrong with being a little nicer looking!?" he said, now starting to flip out a little bit. "And what if i am a little bit of a pretty boy!? Y-You wanna fight about it!?" he yelled, grinding his teeth a bit. People got the impression that he already got made fun of often for being a 'Pretty boy' type. "W-Watanuki has Himawari! Allen has Lenalee! Ciel has sebastian! Sebastian has Grell! -if he really wanted too..." he shuddered. " Lelouch has a lot of people too! L-L-Like... Shirley! C.C.! Kallen! Even Tamaki has Haruhi!" He said, having turned a rather deep red during his rant. He then finally just huffed and looked away. "And i don't give 'petty boy bishonen' looks, and i sure has hell ain't gonna get raped." He finished, looking like a stubborn, huffy kid. He mentally slapped himself for going overboard on the 'pretty boy' issue, b-but it had to be done...!

"Aren't those all Yaoi pairings for that butler black show?" Asked a confused Ken. "Moving onto Code Geass C.C. wouldn't want him, he ain't man enough. Shirley's always been a slut, and Kallen is a confused semi slut. Tamaki is using it to cover up his actions with the other host club members."

"Kenshiro gets Yuria. Toriko Gets Rin. Oga either gets Aoi or Hilda."

Ken stopped.

"Wait, did you mention those yaoi pairings because..."

He stopped.

"...Oh my god." He began. "No offense, but I'm straight, dude. Nothing against being gay."

Kryss reddened further. "Ah! N-No!" he yelled. "I'm not- What's wrong wit- It's not like-!" Kryss started to spew out all kinds of gibberish, some of it not even in English. At some point, he had switched to scatterbrained Russian, it was his first language after all. Kryss was practically having some sort of crazed panic attack in the middle of the hallway at this point - It wasn't really a panic attack though, it was more that his mouth spoke faster then his brain processed what he was going to say. He was a mix between offended and flustered, which was strange, like the tough guy persona from before had kind of just crumbled and gave way to some kind of stammering wreck. He continued to babble in not particularly understandable manner, seeming like he wanted to make a point - but was failing horribly, because the point was not being made in any language relatively close to English in any way.

(NOTE: Kryss is Bisexual (Leaning towards straight) in denial and is flustered at having it made apparent to people he doesn't even know, to explain any confusion in the scene above.)

"...Okay, My Bad." Said Ken. "I'm just going to walk away..."

(Will he perhaps crossdress if he falls for one of the other guys? o.o)

(Not a chance.

EDIT: Actually, let me correct that note below. Kryss is essentially straight, but is starting to have doubts. We'll say he's %80 straight and %20 unsure. So more accurately, he's extremely confused about his sexuality - not so much Bisexual. I apologize for excessive OOC in the IC area.)

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OOC:...is anyone going to help Hex out? ._. Figured I'd have the Elites milling around back in after that.

(Ack. Triple post. DX)

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Ken's Doubt senses kicked in, and he began to move in Hex's direction.

"Oh Shit...."

Kryss adjusted Hex best he could with one arm, trying to figure out what had happened, instead coming up with no explanation. He turned to the kid who had dropped all his things and shoved the things into his arms, not to be rude, but to get them out of his hands. He started to check her for various things; Fever? No. Pulse? Still there. Poison? How the heck would he know? He's no toxicologist or whatever. The only thing he could think of is taking her to the nurse. He looked up at everyone else. "We should take her to the nurse, right?" he asked.

Ken nodded.

"Yeah." Said the martial artist. "Let me help you."

He took the girl by the arms while Kryss had the waist.

Ken nodded.

"Yeah." Said the martial artist. "Let me help you."

He took the girl by the arms while Kryss had the waist.

With that, Kryss started to make his way back down to the nurses office. Mentally, he mused at how he had just come from the nurses office in the first place and was now bringing another person right back in. To some degree, he felt somewhat like a medical assistant; Go get the person and drag them in for treatment. He sighed, vaguely remembering his small stay in the hospital. That, however, had been his own fault. He wandered towards the nurse's office with his expression being a mix of disinterest and confusion. (1.)"Teperʹ ya pomnyu, pochemu ya ne imyeyu druzyeĭ." Kryss muttered to himself, remembering how many times he had gotten his old friends into situations or they had gotten him into rather troublesome ones. He liked having them, but sometimes they were just so... troublesome.

(1. Teperʹ ya pomnyu, pochemu ya ne imyeyu druzyeĭ. - Now i remember why i do not have any friends.)
(I have only minor experience in Russian due to help from my Russian friend - If i get anything wrong and i can fix it, please feel free to tell me so i can do so, i am not fluent in Russian, thank you.)

When Hex awoke, she was being held. As her eyes fluttered open she found Kryss holding her waist and Ken holding her arms. She groaned and asked to be put down. When she was sitting down on something solid once more, she found herself blushing fiercely, needing to explain the situation. "I-I'm hemophobic. I- I'm afraid of blood. It's no ones fault." She looked at Kryss. "Thank you, for helping me and all... I appreciate it grandly" she looked, too, at ken, and nodded to him her gratitude. "I'm sorry to have caused you all so much bloody trouble."
She hated knowing that she had caused problems for those people whom she now almost felt close to.

Ken blinked. What was wrong with this girl? The hemophobia was highly understandable as no one but the most deranged could enjoy the sight of guts and red juice.

"It's quite Alright, Miss." Ken replied. "You Should thank your bishonen friend though." He explained, pointing to Kryss. "I think he totally digs you."

Hex returned his blink with a blank stare. she was horridly confused. "who is bishonen?" She was a fan of anime- but she had never understood the lingo. Bishonen? Yaoi? Otaku? Senpai? Neko? shounen? no idea. She looked about. No bishley-whosywhats. she just took her water bottle out of her bag, and had a few good gulps. Feinting could really be quite bad for you hydration levels. she ran her fingers through her hair, as she considered the word, quietly."Bishou... Bishle.... Busy? no,no.... Bishounen.... what does that mean?"

Kryss suddenly turned to Ken with an offended expression. "I swear to god! If i you Call me Bishounen one more time - I will...! I will...!" he stammered. "Augh!" He cried out in frustration. He pointed to Ken, face extremely red, and sputtered out all kinds of half incoherent sentences in Russian. He didn't 'dig' Hex! She was a new friend, yes, but digging her? Hell no! Just a new friend! And Bishounen!? This 'Ken' had some serious nerve. Finally, he switched back into English just to yell angrily. "And i have a name! My name is Kryss! Kryss! Cornelias! Williams!" he ended, redfaced and angry. It seemed that every time that was brought up, it was like stabbing your finger into an open wound - just to piss him off.

(This is a pre-planned RP scene between ArhaHitomi888 and :Nagato:, any and all actions are done without an ounce of godmod. Thank you.)

Kryss sighed, walking away from Hex and Ken. Today had been a day completely unlike any other. He had accidentally skipped his first hour class, saw a fight, made two friends, had his new friend pass out, and almost visit the infirmary twice for various, unrelated incidents that were more or less completely irrelevant to him - as far as he knew at least. He walked a little ways down the hall, hoping that the teacher would excuse him for being late if he just explained what happened. He looked down the hall and caught sight of a familiar group. "Oh great... The douche-squad has arrived..." he muttered, spitefully.

"Looks like I don't have to worry about that A--that extra credit assignment boosted by grade up to a straight 100%!" Santana brightly smiled as she and Jack strode up the halls, followed as always by their doting group of Elites. Jack smiled back at Santana; he liked her at these times best. When she was smiling, not smirking with the appearance of someone who had a cunning, wicked plan--when her eyes were shining with true happiness and enjoyment of life, rather than malice and contempt. It was a side of Santana Jack felt that she only ever really showed to him, a side of her that was truly human, with worries and joys and fears

Kryss watched them, seething as he notice how always happy and carefree they seemed - As well as if they weren't carefree, they always had some stupid connection to fix it or bend it in their favor. He watched them come closer, eying two in particular. One of them was a tall boy, the 'king' of the group of narcissistic jerk-offs. The other was a female with a curvy body and dark hair. She was a cruel, self-absorbed 'queen' of the whole group. She was at the top of the chain, able to order everyone else below her around and manipulate them with intimidation. It was all bullshit. "Fuckin' bastards." Kryss snarled. He remembered when they had cast him out for his guilty pleasure, when he had so fast become the thing of their jokes and humiliating displays. Oh- He remembered them too well.

Santana stopped short as she heard one of the people around her, a red-haired boy whom she had not seen before, mutter something that sounded... She turned around, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. "Did you say something?" she asked with a sweet voice, as if offering Kryss a candy bar of some sort. Jack stopped as well, the entire group of Elites halting immediately behind him.

He smirked. "Yeah, i did." he said, seeming almost arrogant. "I said; Fuckin' bastards." Kryss turned to fully face them. That sickeningly sweet tone, the way she carried herself so proudly. Yuck! 'How gross' he thought. "Always prancin' around in the halls like you just own the entire goddamn place. I see it all the time, and it makes me fuckin' sick." he snarled at them. He reached up and played with the fur around his hood for a moment, glaring at them.

"You must be new..." Santana said with a raised eyebrow, her head tilted slightly. "So make it easy for you rather than let you find out the hard way. We do own the entire goddamn place. So look at it this way, girly-boy," she continued, crossing her arms, her good mood from before starting to disappear. "It's really up to you. You can be among those who actually live and make something of themselves, or you can be among those who spend their lives wasted on useless crap like games and comics. Decision's all yours," Santana finished, wrapping an arm around Jack as she smiled--no longer the truly happy smile seen previously, but the return of that same malicious smirk.

"Actually, i've been here since Sophomore year an-" he stopped abruptly when he registered 'girly-boy'. "Y-You..." he started, immediately furious. "You fucking bitch!" he suddenly yelled. "So what if i'm a little prettier then most guys!? That's not a bad thing!" He yelled, irritation levels through the roof with that just comment to his face. Why was everyone getting on his case about that today!?\

As soon as the word's left Kryss's mouth, Jack stepped forward. In the very back of his mind, his thoughts ran something like "What, another idiot insulting Santana with me right next to her? Did the IQs of everyone in this school suddenly drop fifty per cent or what?"

Of course, at that moment, more or less the only coherent thought in Jack's head was "This asshole insulted Santana. This asshole must die." Planting a wide-fingered hand on the kid's chest, Jack shoved forward with all his force.

Kryss gasped lightly and lost balance, stumbling back and almost falling back, he was an honest centimeter away from reaching the point of no-return-you-fall-now. He smirked. "And now you have this big gorilla fighting all your battles for you, classy." he chuckled. He glared at Jack. "And for your information for 'What's with you geeks and just not getting it,', Well, i'd like to inform you that someone of us aren't going to stop." He spat, spitefully. He seemed to be speaking to the whole group, but his eyes were still fixed on Santana. "What's with you goddamn stuck-up pricks and not getting that some of us 'geeks' would love you make your world a living hell as much as you make ours? Unless, that is, you're all too dumb to wrap your fat heads around that concept. Now, i'm gonna let that sink in, i know it's an incredibly hard thing to grasp." Kryss Cornelias Williams wasn't about to let home dumb gorilla scare him, hell no! He did, however, start to doubt that he could beat the larger male.

Kryss wasn't out of shape, really. The only problem was that he was mostly skin and bones - rather thin, and whatever muscle he had tired quickly compared to others. It was the suns fault anyway for being hot and bright and stuff! However, he doubted blaming the sun would make him any more strong, so he supposed he would just have to bite the bullet on this one. "Ya vas ne boyusʹ." He doubted they would understand him, which made that sentence more or less useless, but it was more to assure himself if anything.

Santana did not understand what Kryss had said, but she recognised the language. "Whining in Russian won't change the fact that that 'big gorilla' can still lift your weakling ass into the air and carry you kicking and screaming across the entire school," Santana replied, the mockingly sweet tone remaining in her voice.

"And if 'some of you aren't going to stop', then that's your own choice," Jack continued, stepping forward so that he was glaring down at the kid. "Just don't complain about what you get for it afterward. Now back off, kid. I already put one of you geeks in the infirmary today and if I end up having to take your unconscious ass there as well I'm afraid it might start drawing attention." More like Jack didn't fancy the idea of doing that again. He knew the first kid hadn't been hurt seriously since Dave had informed him upon return that very soon after they left the kid in the infirmary he had woken up and seemed more or less perfectly fine. It's pretty damn lucky he got off okay, but it won't be the same a second time. I don't want to do this shit again, but... He glanced down at Santana, beside him. Clearly she was of a rather different opinion if this kid persisted.

Kryss let out a sharp bark of laughter. "Whining! Wow you're stupid!" He smirked at Santana. "Whining is the last thing that would be!" he said, grinning. "And as for you," he turned to Jack. "Putting it bluntly, i don't give two goddamn shits about how much attention you draw. Heck, i kinda makes me happy seeing your panties in a bunch - Maybe i'll do this again sometime." Kryss was glad he had left his backpack in the Infirmary, that way nothing was weighing him now. All he had now was the clothes he was wearing and- Oh goddammit, his iPod. Well, if he broke, he'd be able to afford another eventually. Kryss looked at Jack with a confident look, the devious flicker in his eyes showing that Kryss, despite being a shorter, more stick-like guy, wasn't afraid of him in the least. He'd gotten himself into this, and he wasn't going to half-ass it and wuss-out last minute.

As Kryss's words came to a close, Jack more or less just moved in. Calling his girlfriend a fucking bitch and then stupid? This kid was crossing a line even the geek from earlier hadn't managed to approach. So as that irritating as hell smile came to the kid's face, Jack's fist charged forward, aiming to slam into the kid's stomach and shut him up once and for all. He at least ensured that at most the punch would send the kid to his knees and knock the air out of him instead of doing any real damage--though, when Jack thought of it, the kid was nearly as stick thin as Jack had been four years ago, so for all Jack knew the punch might just have broken him.

Kryss seemed caught slightly off guard as Jack charged in and threw a punch. Kryss barely managed to stagger out of the way. "Woah!" he had to admit that the punch was much too close for comfort though, having been able to feel the small windflow that followed it across his stomach. Kryss wasn't built to take hits, nor was he exceedingly strong - but he was pretty fast and could deal some hard hits occasionally. "Careful where you're throwing that thing!" he said, almost tauntingly. He stepped to the side and then kicked towards Jack's back, hoping to get the small of his back - mostly hoping it just connected.

When the kid side-stepped Jack's punch, it annoyed the giant--but it pissed him off even more when he felt a sharp pain at the small of his back, indicating that the kid had landed a kick on him.

He heard Santana's voice out of the muttering that arose amongst the Elites. "Come on Jack, you've never let anyone get a hit on you, what are you doing?"

That especially inflamed him. The man turned towards Kryss. "You know what?" he said, his mind now gone of all concern and regret. "I don't care if I put you in the infirmary." I am NOT about to let Santana think anyone in this school is stronger than I am. The man moved forward, throwing his fist out again, this time throwing his entire brunt into the punch.

Watching the fight, Santana was confused. Jack had never, ever been hit before. Well, one, no one had the balls to really try to hit him anyway, but when they did, it usually just slightly tickled Jack, never doing much hurt, and he never had trouble with just picking them up and carrying them over to the nearest dumpster. But twice in one day a geek had managed to get a hit in on him. Granted, that still hadn't ended too well for the first guy, and probably wouldn't for this one, but it still struck Santana as unusual that he was having so much trouble with a mere geek.

Kryss laughed. "Yeah! What're you doing? Remember, i'm just a little geeky guy." he taunted. As soon as he had finished laughing and basking in his glory, he heard him say that he didn't care if he landed him in the Infirmary. Bluntly, Kryss didn't find himself caring either. Suddenly, there was another punch. He tried to move out of the way again, but due to not paying attention as much as he should have, he moved too little and suddenly, he hit the ground. There was a sharp, radiating pain in his sternum that sent out a tingling sensation that was spreading outwards.

He groaned, taking a split second to recover just enough to remember what was happening. From his place on the floor, he kicked his leg out at the back of Jack's knees before scrambling back up to his feet. He wasn't sure if the attack had hit, but for now, he was just glad he was standing back up. Despite standing, however, he had one hand holding up his upper body on his upper leg, just above his bent knee, as he winced and tried to regain full control over the senses that had been momentarily knocked out of whack by the punch-floor combo.

"Stop screwing around and just kick his ass already, Jack!" one of the Elites called out from the crowd. From within the group of Elites, Alexander forced his way to the front to see what was happening--and it was unexpected. Jack was having some serious trouble with this guy, and Santana didn't seem very happy with this fact. Immediately the gears in the young man's head began moving. Perhaps this could be my opportunity...

Indeed, this kid was putting up a fight. Jack had expected that punch to just take him down for the count, but not only did the kid get back up, his foot met Jack's knee with deadly precision as he did so. Grunting in pain and losing balance slightly as he felt the sting of the kid's shoe hitting his kneecap, Jack grew only more angry. He could see, out of the corner of his eye, Santana watching the fight pensively. Turning back to the kid, Jack made to grab him by the collar roughly; supposing his powerful hands manage to secure the collar of the kid's shirt, Jack then threw his head forward, bringing his forehead to crash down on Kryss's in a powerful headbutt.

Kryss's breaths came hard and strained - the hit he had taken was quite the hit, after all. He coughed and just after he had gotten his breath, he looked up. Suddenly, somewhat grabbed the collar of his jacket and a head was moving closer to his. He felt no impact, but fell onto his rear end on the floor. As he had panicked at seeing jacket's head go towards him, his knees and buckled and he had slipped out of his jacket. It was a rather ungraceful dodge, and was entirely unintentional , but it helped! He didn't have enough time to scramble up to his feet, so he managed to get about halfway and threw his hand up towards Jack's chin, or where he supposed jack's chin was - he had kind of just been on the floor, which messed up his perception a little bit.

As Kryss's hand flew up and caught Jack on the chin, the man simply lost it. Losing face in front of his peers, his Elites, and--most importantly--his girlfriend drove Jack only further up the wall. What the hell was with the sudden bunch of geeks screwing with the Elites anyway? If this kid was really a senior in this school, he should have known how fruitless it was to go up against Jack, and Jack didn't care if he was landing a couple of good hits for the time being--that was ending now.

The man just let all stops go, throwing punch after punch at the kid.

Kryss let out a victorious bark of laughter has he clipped the man on the chin. He scrambled to his feet and snatched his jacket back. He slipped it on, feeling accomplished, before turning back to the fight. He was actually pretty exhausted, almost completely drained of fighting energy. As soon as he registered reality however, he realized it didn't matter. Because there before him, was a golem. A golem named Jack, who radiated with pure fury and the raw desire to completely demolish him. And heading towards him, threateningly, were fists with Kryss' name on them.

'Goddammit.' With that thought, Kryss stopped thinking and only registered that he was being absolutely pummeled. He felt a hard punch to his stomach, than to his chest, then to his face, and then just for of everywhere. He couldn't even register which punch was coming when. All he could do was stumble back and try not to fall as punch as punch as thrown. However, you can only stay semi-aware for so long under the endless wave of punches before becoming discombobulated entirely. Within three seconds of the start of the wave of punches, Kryss wasn't even sure which way was up anymore, let alone down.

Jack unleashed punch after punch on the kid, not even aimed at any particular place. The crowd of Elites fell utterly silent as the scene unfolded. Neither the Elites nor Santana--who liked to think she knew him best of anyone--had seen Jack as angered as he was now. He was panting not so much from expenditure of energy but from the sheer anger that was just waiting to be let out; his face was red, and his ordinarily complacent and smiling expression was replaced with one of downright rage.

After the first few seconds, Santana stepped forward, afraid that Jack wasn't going to stop his barrage; Kryss was no longer fighting back as ferociously as he had been previously--he seemed utterly drained of the determination that had driven him to fight Jack in the first place. "Jack, stop hitting him...that's enough," Santana urged, a bit afraid to come nearer for fear of being caught up in the attack.

Hearing Santana's voice telling him to cease the attack, Jack seemed to come to his senses, and, breathing hard, the strikes halted.

(Any character may enter as a witness at any point and react to absolutely anything after their point of arrival, but any interactions with the Elites and Kryss will be after the fight. Sorry for any inconvenience.)

editing....

With the unintentional explanation from Kryss, Hex stopped her muttering. "Oh? you think Kryss-" she laughed. "You are such a third grader. Let me guess- he was worried when I feinted, right? Well, so were my parents." She raised her eyebrow. "were you not? well, thank you." She said, sarcastically. She walked to him and flicked him in the forehead. "Be nice." she demanded, in a motherly tone. Snapping out of that mode and into just general Hexish insanity, she looked at Kryss, who was walking off down the hall.
"I don't think he heard me thank him. Ill be right back...."
She followed him down the hall, but got distracted on the way, messing with her favorite dumb blonde. Renee had left her stuff outside her locker again- and Hex just had to spread it all about the hallway. by the time she caught up to him, Kryss was being beaten to a pulp.

And he was bloody.
She almost shook as she saw it but managed to hold these things at bay. Perhaps entirely from worry.
She pushed to where Kryss was and put a hand to his face, even as Jack was still standing nearby.
"Are you okay? actually, don't answer that." she looked to a kid who had stopped down in the hall to see the fight.
"go get the nurse." she ordered, intense.
The kid scurried off, to find the nurse.

Ken's eyes widened at the sight of Kryss.

"How Dare those Elitist asshats beat up this nancyboy!" Boomed Ken. "I'll challenge any of those bastards right now, even if I have to have Micheal-Fuckin'-Myers to kill and rape their girlfriends!...Or Boyfriends! >:O"

He Stepped in front of Where Kryss was.

"Oi." He Called out to Jack. "I think Cinderella skin, the one you just knocked down was right about Elites. Dumbass Guys, and Tranny Girls. Including whoever the hell you go out with. She ought to head back to the pig sty, and sleep with her own kind."

He kept his hands balled up into fists, ready for the confrontation.

"Well?" Asked Ken. "Unless you wish to Cry, You can attack."

(Double Post. DX)

Holy shit. What the hell was wrong with these goddamn dumbasses? How many idiots did Jack have to beat the shit out of before they got the goddamn message?

The man turned towards Ken, fully intent on doing to him what he had done to the previous two morons, before Santana stopped him. "Wait. Just leave him. We don't need to beat up another geek today." Jack looked down at her, surprise in his eyes. How the hell could she be so calm after the shit-talking this guy was doing? "He's not worth it. It'll take more than some martial arts wannabe to get on my nerves. Anyway, break's about to end, and it's surprising the staff has yet to appear. You can beat him up next time he sees fit to shove his face in ours." Jack glared back at Ken, clearly not liking this--but going along with it. "You're lucky--for now. Next time I see your face around here, I'll break it," he spoke with the tone of someone who made no empty threats. "You don't know what you're getting into, making enemies with me and the Elites." With that, the group of Elites turned and walked away; Jack could still be seen biting his lip and cracking his knuckles with anger.



Throughout this scene, a small figure had been standing amongst the group that had formed to watch the fight, remaining hidden amongst them. Valencia, her face downcast and her build by no means tall or noticeable, had always found it very easy to blend in, fortunately for the shy girl. However, this time, as often did happen, it worked against her. She glanced back up from the ground towards the fight to find the Elites marching right towards her--and before the petite girl could move out of the way, she found herself (for once accidentally) run into by the towering Jack, nearly knocking her right back on her nearly nonexistant ass. Glancing down, as if barely realising she had been there, Jack quickly stuttered, "Oh, er, sorry about that--", being that he didn't even recognise her, much less that she wasn't one of the geeks anyway--but even before he had finished speaking, Valencia, blushing furiously, quickly scooted to the side and walked past him, hugging her books and backpack to her as if they were her security. Glancing back, a bit confused, Jack kept on walking alongside Santana, paying little attention to it.

"Pussy..." Said Ken simply. "If you were a man, she wouldn't be controlling you this way..."

He slipped his hands into his pockets.

"Nor would the desire not to be different."