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 Four


Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door, you start screaming
Come on everybody what you hear for
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me

--Nelly Furtado (Maneater. This song just reminds me of Kevin on the warpath.)



Kevin was seated in front of Warren because the letter M came before the letter P. No student in the class had a last name beginning with the letters N or O. The seating assignment was kind of comical to him. The instructor was a real stickler when it came to order. All must be in correct order or chaos would devour everything. Everything had its rightful place and that is where it should stay. Did that mean lightning only belonged in the clouds and that it was being very naughty when it struck something on the ground dead or worse? Did Captain Order rant and rave during storms? If he could only get this stupid band off, he’d send this poorly named hero into an obsessive compulsive coma and giggle.

Dashing Chaos was his supreme nemesis. She would mix red marbles with the blue marbles, little marbles with the bigger marbles. Oh, she was a wicked one her. The evil vixen had nearly destroyed New York City when she had somehow managed to mix all of his Rice Crisps with Cocoa Crisps. In a small way, Kevin could actually see a little racism going on here as well. He was surprised the poor man hadn’t yet been institutionalized. Didn’t they have pills for this sort of illness now? It was rather shocking that the man didn’t group people by the color of their eyes, hair, and skin. Oh, what about sexuality? If given the chance, would he do that? He quickly banished images of the Holocaust he had seen in normal school. Gays had been forced to wear pink triangles (hardly ever talked about). The Jewish people were made to wear stars of David. So many peoples were murdered because of their differences.

Hitler was the one super villain that nobody even liked to talk about. He was evil to the core and a stain that would never go away. His father had spoken very little about the evil man. He had possessed a very rare and dangerous power. Hitler had the power of speech. His voice could twist and warp the mind of any who could see and hear him, but they had to see and hear him both at the same time. The villain had enjoyed killing just for the sake of killing. He murdered millions just by speaking. He hadn’t lifted a finger, but his voice commanded it all. Like an evil, unstoppable god, he had commanded their deaths just like the Christian god spoke life into existence. Many people, in certain small circles, actually think the villain divine and unholy, and that he is still alive somewhere, withered and powerless, that he had spoken for people to see and believe that he had taken his own life rather than face justice. How he had truly been defeated, nobody would ever say. He had asked his mommy once, but she had paled and told him to ride the pretty pony.

He quickly pushed all of that out of his mind. There was something seriously wrong with this instructor. That was for damn sure.

“Patience,” Captain Order said, smiling like the early dawning of the rosy sun. “It is a powerful virtue, students.”

Kevin looked at the square box that was put before him. It was closed and sealed up tight. He was beginning to get an annoyed feeling that he was about to have to do something tedious.

“Inside each box you will find…random…chaos,” he said, breaking out into a fine sweat across his brow. “You…you will have until the end…end of class to make me not scream. The student who finishes first gets full credit and a homework pass.”

The hero fled from the room and the boxes opened. Kevin looked down, seeing his box filled to the rim with gold, brass, and silver sewing needles.

Warren cursed from behind him and he turned to look. His box was filled to the rim with all kinds of seeds. He could make out corn and sunflower seeds. He had no clue what the rest were.

“Loose change,” someone across the room said. “Hell, I’ll be keeping this.” Some laughed.

Kevin suddenly narrowed his eyes. Not only had he been given different shades of needles, but they also came in many different sizes and thread holes. He would have screamed thunder and spat lightning had he not had this stupid bracelet on.

What the hell kind of bullshit class was this? He sifted through the needles, getting even more pissed off as he looked at them.

“When that idiot walks back in here,” he said, rising to his feet with the box in both hands. “I’m going to rain needles down on his stupid face.”

Warren looked up at him from his own challenge. He remained silent, but his amber eyes were lit with amusement.

He gave the fiery stud an azure wink and strolled by him to the very back of the classroom. He would use the table to sort out all this hell.

He sat down in the chair, poured them all out into a pile, and began his chore. Five minutes in, he had never wanted to cuss and break things more in his life than he did right then and there.

That was when he froze like a tray of water in the freezer. He looked up, staring at Warren’s broad back before him. The guy was a hothead, literally. He was impatient as well.

He began sifting through the needles again. His aunt had put him in this class to learn patience. He was in here learning how to control his anger.

/I am not an angry person! I am a pissed off, powerful as fuck teenager, who wants to be left the hell alone!/

He heard a small crack and then the hothead before him began to smoke like a waking volcano. “Sonofabitch!” Warren shouted, holding onto his box with both hands, setting it aflame. Corn seeds began to pop and popcorn popped all around him.

Kevin slowly rose to his feet, seeing Warren’s bare hands sifting through ashes. There was scorched and burning popcorn all around his desk.

The seven other students in the small class were snickering and fighting not to. Two of them were actually trembling with the silent giggles. Warren must be some walking terror to instill that much fear.

He liked it. Oh, yes he did. He liked it very, very much.

The sexy pyro didn’t even turn around to look at him. He just remained seated with his head slightly down.

Kevin took his seat once more. What was going through Warren’s head right now?

The other students went back to their assigned tasks rather quickly. Were they in here because they had short tempers as well?

“I’m done!” The redheaded girl shouted, clapping her hands with joy. “I’m first!”

Kevin’s left eye twitched. No. No they were not. He watched the other six work on with no complaints. They were in here to make him and Warren look bad.

His aunt was ruthless, manipulative, and evil. Well, he didn’t mind. Let her think and believe what she wants and sees. He wasn’t going to make an effort to change her opinion. He was his mother’s son and she would never be able to see past it, no matter how well he chose to behave himself.

He glanced at the girl’s neat rows of buttons. Sunlight was streaming through the windows, striking them, making them look like colorful jewels.

All the rest soon followed, leaving him to be last. He wasn’t even half done.

“I’m still going to keep all this change,” The blond headed boy snickered to the rest.

He looked away and could then feel all their eyes on him. Oh, he hated being looked at like they were looking at him, but at least he was something worth being looked at. He was fucking gorgeous and he hoped Warren thought so as well.

He had nine rows of different needle types, sizes, and thread holes. Their colors were also factored in as well. He still had a small mountain to sort through. There was no way in hell he was going to finish in time.

Warren hadn’t moved an inch after killing his project. He was seated like a stoic statue, burning with some molten angst.

Kevin hissed when he pricked his ring finger. A small, crimson bead pooled to the snowy surface. He put it to his lips, sucking on it. He felt like screaming at one of those patient saints to help him before he started practicing his rusty acupuncture skills he never had.

The classroom door slid open. “Time,” Captain Order said, poking his head in. “Good work, Cindy.”

The redhead beamed.

“Good job to the rest of you,” he said, stepping no further into the room. He wouldn’t even look at Warren and him. “As for you, Warren and Kevin…”

And that was where Kevin zoned out. He refused to listen to the pretty powerful stupid that was being spewed from the lips of a fool. He had better things to do; like plotting an escape.

“The two of you will stay behind, clean up your miserable failure, and try again tomorrow. Neither of you will ever advance forward in my course, unless you complete that which I assign you with shiny colors (in their correct sequences, of course). You two should be ashamed at even daring to make such lousy attempts. Where are your pride and your will to accomplish? You will both have a detention.”

Kevin rolled his eyes and yawned. The fool hadn’t even given him credit or acknowledged that he had tried. At least he had tried. Warren had at least tried, too. Plus, he would have snapped and destroyed way before Warren. It was this damn bracelets fault.

The other students left with Captain Order and Warren was silent as he began sweeping up the mess he had made. Kevin had thought him adorable with scorched popcorn smoking all around him.

Kevin used his hand to sweep all the needles back into the box and closed it. He then noticed Warren looking at him.

“What?” He asked, feeling a slight shyness creep upon him, biting him on the ass. He felt stupid for feeling it. What did he have to be shy about? He was powerful, smart, and beautiful. He didn’t get shy. “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“At least you tried,” Warren said, bending over, using a shiny metallic dustpan. It sucked up all the stuff he had swept into a neat pile.

Kevin felt his pale cheeks begin to turn pink and he wanted to throw the table at him for making it happen. He shook his head and settled on smiling instead. Warren was a really smart guy. If he had seen him blush, he made no mention of it.

“You tried your best, too,” Kevin told him, stepping around the desk. “I’m just mad that you didn’t think to save that popcorn from falling at your feet. I’m hungry.”

Warren laughed and fiddled with the dustpan. His fingers looked a little nervous. “I think this thing has a reverse button.”

Kevin liked his laugh. It was warm. It reminded him of a warm fire burning in a fireplace that had just been decorated for Christmas. He could almost smell the hot apple cider his mom would fix.

“Anyway,” Warren said, putting the dustpan down. “It will soon be time for lunch. Do you still want to eat outside with me?”

Kevin thought about teasing him a little for making him blush, but decided against it. He nodded his head instead. “I hope the cafeteria has something good today.”

Warren cocked a dark brow and snorted. “Keep on hoping, Stormy.”

Kevin smiled. It was wicked. “Prepare,” he said, snatching the broom from the bigger teen, giving it a good and graceful twirl around, “for one hell of a good ass sweeping, War.” He struck a wild pose, ready to attack.

Warren’s fiery brow rose a little higher this time. “That was pretty good,” he said and then chuckled. “You…sweep my ass…”

Kevin grinned. “Ninjutsu Broom Technique Forty-Two.”

Warren folded his muscular arms across his broad chest. “You do remember that I can scorch that little stick, right?”

“Not before I give your head a good whack or forty-two,” he smiled rather disarmingly. He leaned forward a little. “Hence the name,” he whispered.

A loud bell chime began to ding with the dong and they both made swift moves at each other. The broom handle was softly resting against Warren’s left cheek and Warren had a gentle hand around Kevin’s smooth throat.

They were both smiling at each other. If they danced one more step, at a certain angle, they could have kissed.

“That was the bell,” he said.

Warren nodded, not removing his large hand. “Yes, it was.”

Kevin gently tapped his golden cheek with the wooden handle. “Shouldn’t we be going then?”

The taller teen took a small step back, letting his hand drop to his side. He nodded again, only slower this time.

“Friends,” Kevin said, holding out his shapely hand. He wanted to make it official.

Amber eyes glowed and Warren’s larger hand felt hard and rough, but gentle and really warm. His shake was strong and firm.

“Friends,” he said, sounding like he was trying the word out for the very first time ever.

Kevin felt like making a rainbow. He couldn’t wait until lunch, even if the food was nasty. He left the classroom with Warren, remembering almost what real happiness was. It made him feel good, for the moment.

To Be Continued…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Note: I’m so sorry it has taken me forever to update. Class, work, and all that real life crap. I would also just like to say a few things about Kevin. I have made him physically perfect in almost every way. Even though the boy looks flawless, he is royally fucked up on the inside. The boy is a hot mess. He has been motherless and emotionally abused by his father for most of his life. His father struck him in the face once, and had locked him in a closet, hence his crazed fear of closed and tight spaces. I just wanted a severe contrast. He is perfect on the outside, but hideously scarred and bleeding on the in.

Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews. I’m so happy that you are all enjoying the story. I think it is going to get really dark later on. There is a lot of darkness in Kevin. He is so dark and twisty when he wants to be. Warren also has a lot of darkness in him, too. I’m thinking something is going to happen to where Kevin has to take care of him.

Thanks for the reviews and send me a message if you have any questions at all.

Flora.