Elemental Breakdown

Elemental Breakdown

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Sky High. It is the property of Disney. I’m not making any money by writing this either.

Summary: Will he choose to be a Superhero or the wickedest Super-Villain ever? A fiery young man can’t seem to keep his glowing amber eyes off the stunning freshman. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP

Chapter One

It was raining and there was the gentle booming of distant thunder. He could smell the sweet fragrance of blooming jasmine as a warm wind blew though his raven locks.

“Mama?” He asked, racing up to her, wrapping his little arms around her thighs, hugging her. “Is magic real?”

Gentle hands lovingly gripped his small shoulders, giving them a little squeeze. “Of course magic is real, my little twister.”

He looked up at her with bright blue eyes. “Then how come nobody will believe me when I tell them that you tried to hit daddy with lightning last night?”

Her stormy grey eyes widened and were suddenly filled with a warm mirth. “Did you tell your little friends that?”

He nodded. “They called me a liar.”

“Pay no attention to them, my little funnel,” she told him, bending down, hugging him tight. “Normal people just don’t want to believe in things they’ve never seen for themselves.”

“Make the rain stop, Mama,” he giggled, jumping up and down, clapping his hands. “I wanna see a big rainbow.”

“A rainbow, huh? How big?”

“Big!” He squealed as she ticked him.

~*~

He opened his eyes, feeling a tear drip from the corner of blue orb. It had been a really long time since he had last dreamed about his mother. He really missed her.

“How are you feeling?” A voice asked to his left.

He turned his head, glaring at his aunt. She had no expression on her face at all, but her eyes were filled with a strange humor. Why was she looking at him like that?

“I hate you,” he hissed, looking away.

“Why do you hate me?” She asked him, crossing her legs. “I only want what is best for you, Kevin.”

How do you know what is best for me? Have you ever asked me? No! Do you even care what I want? No!

“You know.”

“What do I know?” She asked him.

Well, if you don’t remember, I’m not gonna tell you.

“You’re just like your mother,” she snapped, sitting back in her seat. “If you want to give me her notorious silent treatment, then you go right ahead.”

I really am and I shall, Auntie.

“You have four years to spend here, Kevin,” she said. “I suggest you try and make the most of them.”

You suggest a lot of things, Auntie.

“Will you just look at me when I’m reprimanding you?” She barked angrily. “You have got to be the most insufferable boy I’ve ever had to deal with.”

I bet you say that to all the troublemakers. Or is it because I’m your only nephew, Auntie?

“You will attend all your classes,” she said, rising to her feet. “And you will be courteous and respectful of all your teachers. If you so much as set one toe across the line I have drawn for you in permanent marker, I will make you very sorry, Kevin.”

So, you are threatening me.

“Now,” she said, looming over him. “How are you feeling?”

He turned his head, looking up at her with venomous blue jewels.

She pursed her painted lips. “Do you know how ugly you look right now?”

He didn’t even blink. There was no emotion on his face, except for the rage in his eyes. He couldn’t look ugly. He had tried. He was beautiful. The mirror always said so.

“What is this?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. “You’re not even going to smart off to me? I just insulted your looks.”

He rolled his eyes. She was really starting to bore him. He hated being bored.

He moved his hand, realizing there was something around his wrist. He looked to see that it was a shiny metallic band with a glowing blue dot in the center.

He held his wrist up, looking from it to her.

“Oh,” she said, grinning with bleached white teeth. “That is a band that restricts the use of your powers.”

His eyes widened.

“Don’t even try taking it off,” she quickly warned. “You won’t like the consequences.”

He snarled at her.

“Well,” she said, smiling just a little. “You did call me a terrible name and threatened to tear my face off. I was driven to take precautions against you, Kevin.”

YOU PAINTED SIMPLE WHORE!

“You even threatened your fellow classmate with bodily harm,” she said, tapping her bottom lip with a crimson fingernail. “You threatened to drown, freeze, and blow him away.”

He blinked.

“You even mentioned something about frying him like some poor, unfortunate rooster.”

He remembered. She really didn’t need to remind him. He knew what he had said. Warren had even said that he liked him. The guy must love violence or something.

He looked at the vile device around his wrist. He tried to summon his powers but the glowing blue button turned red. Nothing happened.

“Oh, good,” his aunt said. “I see its functioning properly. Professor Medulla will be most excited about this.”

Who?

“Well, get up,” she said, stepping back. “I’m going to be showing you the dorm you will be staying in. Your father has already dropped off all your things.”

He looked at her. His father had been here? All of his things were here? He wasn’t going to get to go home?

“I didn’t tell him what happened,” she said, nodding her head.

He continued to just look at her. She had a few faint lines around her eyes and mouth, but she was still very beautiful.

“Well,” she said, folding her arms. “You’re supposed to be thanking me for being a cool aunt.”

He held out his wrist again. “Take this thing off me and I’ll think about it.”

“Um, nope,” she said, shaking her head. “This is your punishment for destroying Coach Boomer’s treasured clipboard, threatening a fellow classmate and your aunt. Suck it up and be a man.”

His nostrils flared in outrage.

Suck it up and be a man? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was she calling him a girl?

“Well,” he said, leaning back on his bed, letting the sheet fall away from him, posing like some chick on the spread of Cosmo. “I am very beautiful, huh, Auntie? What if I don’t want to be a man?”

“You’re most insufferable,” his aunt snapped. “Now cut that out right this instant.”

“But, you told me to be a man,” he said, running his shapely hand across his smooth white flesh. “And Daddy has slept with so many women since Mama was sent away. Isn’t this what it means to be a man, Auntie? You are very pretty. You look almost just like me. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to make love to myself.”

The Great and Terrible Principal Powers was gawking like a little schoolgirl who had gotten caught with her skirt down. She looked to be completely flabbergasted. Oh, it made him laugh as he sat up.

“You make me very sad,” his aunt said, shaking her head. “You make your auntie oh so very, very sad, Kevin.”

Good. You deserve it for putting me in that room.

“Get up,” she said, stepping back. “Put on your shirt and shoes. You have a lot of unpacking to do.”

He rolled his eyes, but did as she told him. She was an authority figure and he was powerless to go against her. She could very well make him do whatever the hell she wanted if he got too out of line. Like his mom, she was very, very powerful.

“I’m sorry for putting you in that room, Kevin,” she told him as he followed along five steps behind her. “If I had known that you were claustrophobic, I would never have done that to you.”

He kept his mouth shut. He could still feel his father pushing his struggling form into that closet, slamming it, locking it shut. He had screamed and clawed at the door until his nails were broken and bleeding in the darkness.

He hated him. He really did.

“What do you think about our resident pyromaniac?” His aunt asked him.

He looked at her back. What did he think about him? He was handsome, nice, and tried to help keep him calm when he was really beginning to freak the hell out in that room. So, what did he think about him?

…He liked him. He really liked this Warren Peace. Plus, he had even said that his mother was a Hero.

“What would you like me to think?” He asked her.

“That is entirely up to you, Kevin,” she told him, leading him out some double doors, down an outside hall that was covered by a wooden roof. There was a garden to either side, and there was a smaller building at the end. Was that the dorms? “But, I think it would be nice if you would at least try and make some friends.”

He cocked his head to the side. “He cut his finger and set fire to his shop class.”

“He did,” she said. “But that is just his nature. He injured himself and his first instinct is to get angry and destroy that which caused him to feel pain.”

Kevin thought about that for a moment. “And you think I won’t cause him pain?”

She laughed.

It made him narrow his eyes. Was she laughing at him?

“You silly boy,” she said, stopping, turning around to look at him with those piercing eyes of hers. “He helped to keep you calm, did he not? He’s just like you. He needs to learn how to calm himself.”

“I am a very calm person,” Kevin told her matter of fact.

“Of course you are, dear,” she said. Her tone dripped with stinging sarcasm. “Striking down helpless little clipboards is just your way of being friendly.”

He nodded his head. “Exactly. It was about time he got himself a new one. I was just helping Coach Boomer in letting go.”

His aunt rolled her eyes, and turned back around. “Mr. Peace said he liked you.”

“I know,” he answered. “I heard. He was on top of me after all.”

“You said some really mean things, Kevin.”

“I think I’ll ask him to be my boyfriend.”

He watched as his aunt nearly tripped over her own four inch heels. He put a hand to his gawking mouth, watching the train wreck. She stumbled forward several steps, nearly falling on her face, but caught herself before that happened.

Had he said something wrong? He very quickly schooled his face. He watched her slowly turn around and look at him in some shock.

“What?” He asked her, making his topaz blue eyes shine with youthful innocence. “Did you truly not know that a bolt of lightning could strike the same tree twice?”

She just kept looking at him.

“I think War is incredibly sexy, Auntie.”

She began to smile. It was kind of spooky.

“Hmm,” she said, fixing her hair, trying her best to look just as regal and imposing as she had been before. It was never going to happen. He had seen the Great and Terrible Powers nearly fall on her face. He would never be able to look at her with a straight face again. “It would seem that you’re going to be more of a handful than I first thought.”

“Just because my mom is gay,” he said, sniffing in disdain. “Doesn’t mean it rubbed off on me.”

“All right,” she said, nodding her head. “But don’t come crying to me if your pretty face gets scorched.”

“Oh, if that were to ever happen,” he said, putting all the coldness between the stars in his voice. He remembered how his father had struck him in the face. “You had better be prepared for miles and miles of total destruction.”

She just stared at him with those eyes. They were filled with mild amusement.

“Not with that stylish bracelet you’re now wearing, my little black lamb,” she said.

“Bracelet or no bracelet,” he smiled with perfect and straight white teeth. “I am very fond of my face, Auntie.”

“Come on,” she said, turning gracefully on her heel. It looks like he had recovered from her very almost trip. “I have lots to show you.”

He followed along like the obedient little lamb he was supposed to be.

He was very pleased with himself. He had made his aunt nearly fall on her face. That was priceless. He couldn’t wait to write his mom and tell her about it. She was sure to be tickled. Oh, he couldn’t wait to come out of the closet to her as well. He had his first crush and everything. He could already see the letter now.

Dear Mama,

I’m homo. It sent Auntie nearly sprawling. I simply can’t wait to tell Daddy the gay news. I’m sure it will make him wet his jockstrap. I love you lots and lots. How is Gina doing? I’ve not seen her since she went underground. I know The Commander ruined her mad plan of turning the Middle East into a desert of glass. I had hoped the three of us could have gone rollerblading across it one night when you get out of confinement. Maybe you could escape early and come take me away from this terrible school?

No, don’t do that. NO! I don’t want you to. I want you to be free and on good terms with the law. Besides, I think I’m in love. If things work out, I’ll send you a picture when you write me back.

Love you always,

Twister

He seriously needed to come up with a good name for himself. He wanted a name that was made of awesome and totally original.

Oh, he liked the bathroom. It was so nice and private. The tub was huge. It was big enough for two people to relax in without any discomfort.

He began to think some very, very naughty thoughts. They had to do with a certain guy with fiery tattoos helping him get this damn bracelet off his wrist while they were both naked.

~*~

The Paper Lantern was very busy. Warren was pouring a patron a glass of ice water and gave the guy his best fake smile. It dripped with molten scorn. His mother had made him take this job in order to help him get used to dealing with people. She was afraid that he was going to be a social outcast or something.

“What up with you?” A voice asked with a Chinese accent. “You have funny look on your face.”

“Nothing,” he said, turning to the older woman who was sitting behind the counter. She was dressed in flowing silks with jewels of jade around her long neck.

“Aw, you lie,” she said, pointing at him, smirking all knowingly. “Why do you lie, Warren Peace? You cannot lie to Jade.”

He rolled his amber eyes. “It is nothing.”

“You will hit hell wide open, Warren Peace,” she said, running painted fingers through her long dark hair.

Hell didn’t scare him. His whole body would one day become living fire. Hell probably already had a throne of bone and ruby already constructed for its prince.

“Do you think so?” He asked her.

She cackled. “Love is like lightning. It will knock you off your feet when you least expect it.”

He just looked at her. “What?”

She held up a fortune from the cookie she had just recently cracked open. “Your lucky numbers are four, nine, six, one, and thirteen.”

He snatched the fortune from her hand, looking at it. He glared at her.

“It doesn’t even say that.”

She threw her head back, laughing even louder. “Auntie Jade knows what’s in heart.”

He had no idea what she was talking about and he was going to keep pretending that it was true.

“What his name?” She asked.

He dropped his glass pitcher of water. It hit the floor, shattering. Glass, water and ice cubes went everywhere.

He spun around. She was on her cell phone, looking at him with scorn.

“You pay for that,” she said, removing her hand from the speaker. “What his name, Ruby?”

Oh, thank the gods! He had thought she had seen right through his overcompensating exterior.

He quickly went looking for a mop and broom.

“Be careful, paying customers!” Aunt Jade shouted. “Clumsy helper boy is fool.”

Smoke began to rise off his tan flesh. She didn’t have to call him that. But, that’s what kept people coming back. They wanted to see the owner and the clumsy helper boy get into it. One time they had both gotten so into the act they had started screaming at each other in Mandarin Chinese.

“He very simple, paying customers,” she said as he walked back out with mop and broom. “See how he forgot to bring bucket.”

He put the broom and mop down, turning to go back and get the bucket. He took a step and went sliding on an ice cube through the double doors, nearly knocking one of the cooks flat.

“Do you see?” He heard her howl with laughter. “He very, very clumsy.”

He could hear strong laughter. The people loved to eat here. There was never a dull moment at The Paper Lantern.

Perhaps he could somehow figure out an indirect way of inviting Kevin to come eat here on one of his off nights. He would be a paying customer and Auntie Jade would have to be somewhat polite to him.

“You need to be more careful, Warren,” the cook snapped at him. His name was Danny and he made mean wonton. “You could have broken my neck.”

He apologized and pointed. He blamed her.

“Oh, just keep playing along,” Danny growled at him. “You know it warms her frigid heart to pick on you.”

He rolled his eyes. He’d warm her frigid heart all right.

“Clumsy Boy!” Aunt Jade yelled. “Mess not going to clean self up!”

Oh, yes. He had better get good tips tonight or tires were going be mysteriously melted.

~*~

Hot water was gently falling down, washing the sweet smelling soap from his pale flesh. He ran his hands through his long hair, looking up at the soft light above his head. There was a radio built into the wall and he had turned it on.

He leaned back against the warm wall of the shower and looked at the bracelet on his wrist. There had to be a way to get it off. He felt so trapped. He looked up when he heard a song that he knew begin to play.

When your lips are burning mine
And you take the time to tell me how you feel

He couldn’t help but smile. He loved this song. He stood under the spray of water and began to sing right along with the music.

Rain is what the thunder brings
For the first time I can hear my heart sing
Call me a fool but I know I’m not
I’m gonna stand out here on the mountain top
Let me feel your…RAIN

To Be Continued

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Note: Song lyrics belong to Madonna. The song is called Rain.