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Durandal God-Weapon Academy
Ah,Durandal God-Weapon Academy for aspiring heroes where they prepare themselves and tone up their abilities to brandish the weapons of the gods themselves. Only the best of all the young applicants manage to secure a place in this prestigious institution, a place where...
“Jayce! I wanna have your baby!” Shouted a first year boy.
“Are you stupid?” Came his friend’s playful retort his friend. “You can’t get pregnant!”
The boy grimaced, seriously considering his friend's words as if that little detail had not occurred to him.
“Well. Never mind! We can still try!. Jayce I love you!” Said the guy as the class president waved his right hand in his direction.
The hustle continued as Jayce Brighthammer head of the Luminari club, sexiest student to ever set foot in the Academy's grounds and undisputed winner of every event that needed voting, greeted his fans and teammates with his charming bright smile. Jayce waved his hand like a true monarch, smiled at his admirers whether they were girls or boys, and sometimes, when he was in a good mood, a lucky person received a flirtatious wink or a kiss. Jayce was a true heartbreaker.
In fact, Jayce seemed to collect hearts like a nerd collecting duel cards, or baseball cards, or tazos, which by the way nobody ever managed to pull together the whole collection. Well, back to Jayce. He a charming young man that would often and willingly warm random beds, but he never stayed for too long with any of his conquests.
As Jayce's dozens of fans continued to remind him of how handsome and sexy he was, there were other students watching the commotion from a safe distance. One of them was Ezreal Lightfeather, a first-year nobody whose only reason for being in the prestigious academy was to have discovered his metahuman abilities by mere accident.
Ezreal had lost his parents as a child. He was quite smart, brave and always willing to offer his selfless help, but he was a complete mess in all other aspects of his life. For example, he had never gotten up in time for first period. I was a common occurrence to see him running around the campus with a half chewed toast every morning. Neither could he articulate three coherent sentences to properly answer his teacher’s questions. Moreover, many professors were already wondering if his entrance to the prestigious institution had been a matter of blind luck, or the boy was in fact a secret genius. Sometimes his shyness got so bad, that he was only able to carry on a decent conversation with his best friend Ekko Chrones.
Physically speaking, Ezreal was not ugly, his blonde hair and blue eyes made for a rather nice combo. He was slim and of average height, and all that late-for-class running kept him in rather good shape as well has his training sessions at the club, of course. Then, you would think that with good looks he would at least stand a chance with the girl he liked. But poor Ezreal was completely unable to make her even look his way.
“Ah, I would like to be like Jayce” Ezreal said as he took a sip of juice.
“Really? I don't see what’s so special about him,” Answered Ekko straitening his back to get a better look at the class president. “All the time surrounded by pretty girls ... and pretty boys too. Fine, I get your point”
“No, you don’t. I don't want to be surrounded by pretty girls, just one girl” Ezreal sighted.
“Why settle for one when you can have them all?” Ekko replied moving his eyebrows suggestively.
Ezreal knew his friend was joking, or so he hoped. The young hero wannabe only had room for one girl in his mind and hearth. The idea that somehow he could confess his love and have her love him back filled his belly with butterflies - also sweaty. Let us not start with the nonsense he articulated instead of a decent conversation, but we do not talk about that .
“Ekko, I only…” started Ezreal by looking at his best friend
“Oh, yes I know. I just like Lux. ” said the young man imitating the nervous and broken voice that Ezreal used every time he babbled about her.
“But it's true!” Ezreal countered all serious “She's the only girl I like!”
“Well, at least she knows you exist. By name and all” Said Ekko going back to his fries.
“We are in the same class, Ekko. She knows all of our names”
Ekko hit him on the shoulder because he was trying to cheer him up, as the good friend he was, and Ezreal was making it difficult by acknowledging he was barely a name in Luxanna’s life.
“Dude, I'm trying to cheer ur ugly ass a bit” Said Ekko, but as he noticed Ezreal barely reacted he became a bit worried. “What's wrong?”
“I don't know. It’s just,” Erzreal made a dramatic pause, but after casting a sad glance to his hands he continued in a low voice. “If I was more like Jayce, Lux could maybe like me. I could y’know, talk to her like I do with the mirror without getting all worked up”.
“Woah. Hold on, do you really do that?” asked Ekko without hiding his amusement.
Ezreal’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and the color expanded all over his face quickly reaching the upper part of his ears in seconds.
“Sometimes” He admitted.
"So… all the time?” Ekko half concluded. “And what do you tell her? Something like ... Hi, babe. Wanna hang?”
This time it was Ezreal's turn to hit him square in the shoulder.
“No! I ... hum ... I ask her stuff, like ... what he likes or ... well if you know ... she’d like to eat something with me.”
Ekko raised an eyebrow as he sat up straight.
“Do you stutter? When talking to the mirror, I mean.”
"Sometimes," he admitted after a long and uncomfortable silence.
Ezreal was completely trapped between his feelings and his inability to keep his nerves together.
The real question, however, who was this Lux who reduced Ezreal to no more than a babbling puddle?
Well, Luxanna Elizabeth Crownward Bellmont , second daughter of successful professor Josseph Emil Crownward and hex-tech bioengineering pioneer Augatha Hélène Bellmont , younger sister of Hex-ball star Garen Estephan Crownward was, in a nutshell, the dream come true of her parents, professors, friends and Ezreal. A freshman at Durandal Academy, whose admission certificate came two years before her basic education ended, she was the youngest and newest head of the Sorcery club. According to the data scans, the girl was one of most powerful magicians to ever attend Durandal God-Weapon Academy.
However, Lux, as she preferred to be called, was much more than that. Yet, where was she at that glorious moment while all the other students were celebrating class president Jayce and his newest invention?. Second year classroom.
“Zero, seven, two, two, eight, ten, nine, six ... three” said Lux with her soft voice and innocent smile.
Katarina looked up from her phone and saw Luxanna's blue eyes looking at her with interest.
“The fuck?. Shouldn't you be celebrating the dickhead? Like the rest of brainless people in this hellhole.” came Katarina’s brutal answer.
Instead of feeling offended or scared, Lux’s smile widened just a bit and shook her head slightly. The reflection of the sun on her reddish hair gave the impression that the young girl was shining which caused Katarina to squint her eyes at her.
“They say you have a great memory,” Said Luxanna with a happy tone as if the assassin were not ignoring her.
Katarina, the most feared student in the entire academy, daughter of the late director Marcus DuCouteau, undisputed leader of the Assassin’s club (the only one allowed to kill in duel) and known antisocial, grimaced.
“What the actual fuck ...?” She continued. Her voice going from mild annoyance to irritation as she notices how unterrified Luxanna was.
Lux gave her one last smile and picked up her briefcase from the neighboring desk. Then, she slowly turned on her heels and walked away sauntering her hips a little more than usual; Katarina watched her go, her green eyes unable to detach from the young mage’s shapely butt.
The pink haired assassin was left alone, just the way she preferred it, looking blanckly at the board until the cogs of her brain started to work properly. She searched her pockets for a pen. It turned out that he did not have any, so she took one out from a random classmate’s case and wrote down the numbers Luxanna had given her. They did not make sense at first. However, she noticed that if arranged in a very specific manner…
“Slut” Said Katarina with a wide smirk.
Down the main hallway, already far from the dangerous assassin, Luxanna walked with a similar expression because she was sure Katarina must have already figured it out. It was funny how most people assumed so much of other people with what little their eyes could see. After a lifetime, Luxanna had grown accustomed to that particular quirk of human nature. More importantly, she had mastered the art of hiding her true self from peering eyes to the point where none would believe her true nature. Everyone would rather believe a shape shifter had replaced her.
When Luxanna reached the entrance, her phone rang once. She took the device out slowly and unlocked the screen, but did not looked at it. Instead, she observed at her fellow students still chanting Jayce's name, Lux caught a glimpse of Ezreal and Ekko arguing. She could see the redness of his face, and guessed it was probably about her the boys were talking. She liked Ezreal. He was kind-hearted and good-natured, so it was hard not to feel a bit sorry for him whenever he unsuccessfully approached her. But that was not the time, or place, to worry about her classmate’s crush on her.
Luxanna looked down at her phone then, her eyes immediately darkening as a natural reaction to her pupil’s dilatation. A coy little smile drawn on her thin lips as she allowed herself a moment to enjoy the photograph that Katarina had sent. Katarina’s shirt was wide open, her bra lifted up exposing her breasts to the lens, but her nipples had been censored by a horizontal black line. A message in red letters written on it.
"You can't imagine just how much," said Lux closing the image.
Her expression suddenly abandoned all mischief and became rather silly and innocent. Just as everyone was convinced, she was.