“Go away, Neo.”
The girl’s mood was as dark as her complexion, but it did not deter Kurono. He had found the Arkana that would be his to command in the field and he wouldn't let her reputation stop him.
“You don’t even know my name yet, little lady,” the boy replied, sitting down at the table in front of her with his lunch. “It's Kurono, by the way. And your name is Apoclysta, right? Sounds exotic! Hey, are you not eating anything?”
“What are you doing?” She finally looked up from the table and locked eyes with him. The W’s always had such enormous eyes and hers were such a vibrant violet that they were nearly glowing. “Get lost.”
“You know, the funny thing about choosing to sit by yourself in a crowded cafeteria is that it’s very hard to find another completely empty table to go brood at if someone finally risks evisceration to come sit by you,” Kurono laughed.
“Wow, you must be a brave one, then,” she replied in a flat, uninterested tone. Suddenly her delicate hand shot out and snatched Kurono by the collar and yanked him in close to her face. “Maybe I need to make a new example for everyone.”
The side of the table exploded into chunks and the Arkana flinched, but refused to let go of the boy. She turned her head quickly and almost lost her face in the canyon of pale cleavage beside her.
“You’ve got three seconds to let go of him before I put that **** face of yours through the table,” the red-haired Arkana beside her growled, bending lower to look Apocalysta in the eyes. The two super-soldier trainees smoldered at each other and the cafeteria grew quiet.
“Jeez, ****, I don’t need you lording over me every second, just waiting to rescue me,” Kurono huffed. “She wasn’t going to do anything to me.”
“Kurono, my dearest, I love that you’re so naïve, but this **** is dangerous and I’m not letting her anywhere near my future commander,” the red-haired Amazon replied sweetly to the boy before turning an evil eye back to the purple-haired W. “Now release him!”
“Gladly, Ginger,” Apocalysta said, loosening her grip. “He’s the one who came to me. There, take him and leave me alone.”
“No! Wait, this is not how I saw this going in my head,” Kurono said. “I’m not leaving. I have my lunch tray here on the table… or what’s left of it. No, I’m staying right here and making friends with Apocalysta.”
“Dear, are you insane?” the tall Arkana asked, putting her hand up to the boy’s face. “You’re too nice and this girl is a weirdo. Not even the other W’s like her!”
“I’m sitting here for lunch, ****, and if you want to eat with me, then you’re just going to have to sit here and play nice with your sister,” Kurono said, then he stopped to look back at Apocalysta, who had an expression of horror at the idea of having to spend lunch with the two of them. “Okay, introductions! Apocalysta, this is my friend, Hellcleavage…”
“…his girlfriend.” Hellcleavage interjected, angrily.
“So you keep saying, with or without my opinion on the subject. Anyway, Hellcleavage is a D, as you probably already guessed.”
“Well, double-D, actually, but the academy physician said I’m not done growing, yet!” **** chirped.
“Jeez, that joke stopped being funny last week, ****,” Kurono said, laughing anyways. He turned back to Apocalysta. “So, now you know who we are… maybe you want to share something about yourself?”
“I hate my name, I hate this school and in the last five minutes I’ve added the two of you to the already overwhelming things on that same list,” Apocalysta said.
Hellcleavage gave Kurono a satisfied look. “See, I told you. Can we please go back and sit with the other D’s, Dear?”
“Have you ever considered that you might be so testy because you’re hungry?” Kurono asked Apocalysta. “I’ve seen you sitting by yourself since I arrived here over a week ago and never once have I seen you eat anything. That slim body of yours is going to waste away…”
Apocalysta reached over and grabbed the sandwich off of Kurono’s tray like a serpent snagging a mouse and shoved the entire thing into her mouth. Hellcleavage’s eyes went wide and Kurono looked dumbfounded. Apocalysta stared them both down, struggling to do something with the bulging hunk of bread and meat that was pushing her cheeks out and making her jaw sore. She had a maddened look about her. Finally she choked it all down and just looked at the pale Arkana and the spikey-haired Neo-Human across the table from her.
“There… are you two nitwits happy now?”
“What in the world…” **** mumbled.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on here. I don’t know why you feel like you need to come hang out with the loner Arkana that everyone avoids like nuclear fallout, but let me get something across to you; to both of you. I… don’t… need… you,” Apocalysta said. She got up from her seat and pushed the chair back in one neat, graceful twirl. “I don’t even want to be here, so leave me alone.”
The purple-haired, purple-eyed girl was gone before Kurono could get another word out. He watched her as she left the cafeteria. Even in her anger, her stride was light and rhythmic, as if she were dancing. All of the W’s moved like that and even though she did her best to act anything but a W, she could not break her fundamental designs.
“You know, that girl may be weird and just plain mean, but I’m really beginning to worry that she won’t make it through Academy,” **** said as she walked to the next seminar with Kurono. Unlike Apocalysta, Hellcleavage walked heel-to-toe in a heavy stride. She was taller than Kurono by over half a foot and her natural body density made her twice as heavy. It was all part of being a D, just like her Amazonian body, gargantuan breasts and tenacious loyalty. D’s fresh to the Academy had a habit of finding a preferable Neo-Human recruit and latching on emotionally. Hellcleavage had nearly ran Kurono over in the hallway on their first day and by the time she had lifted him back to his feet, she had completely fallen in love with him.
Kurono, like all Commander candidates at the Academy, was a first generation Neo-Human clone. His base genes were a mixture of North American and East Asian, giving him dark, spikey hair and a tall, lean body. He had scored in the mid-high range on the entrance exams, securing him a spot at the Academy to train along with the Arkanas; one of which would most likely be his to command upon graduation. The crimson-haired, emerald-eyed giantess that nearly killed him on his first day of class and spent the next week turning herself into a living shield was determined to be his Arkana. Kurono was not immediately inclined to agree with his new companion, but when he saw the short-haired beauty all alone in the cafeteria the first day, he knew who he wanted to command.
Apocalysta, according to rumor, was a second-year freshman at the Academy who was held back for mutilating a fellow Arkana. There was some kind of hazing incident at the time and a few days later one of the instigating Arkanas, a fellow W, was found in a locker, bleeding out. Apocalysta turned herself in before an investigation could begin and she received punishment. Had it been a Neo-Human, the loner Arkana would have been destroyed. No one knew why she was given a second chance instead of being sent to the mines like so many other uncontrollable Arkanas, but the students kept their distance nonetheless; except for Kurono.
“I like her,” Kurono said. “I think we need to help her… to keep her from being wasted.”
“I hate that you say things like that, Dear,” **** sighed. “Once we get through these pesky seminars and into the real training, you’ll see that we were meant for each other. Kurono and Hellcleavage: the most powerful duo the world has ever seen! The most powerful lovers the world has ever seen…”
“What?!” Kurono asked, yelping out loud in the crowded hall. A nearby pair of S’s giggled like schoolgirls, which happened to be exactly what they looked like in their Academy uniforms.
“Did I say that last bit out loud?” **** asked, her face matching her hair.
“What are you thinking about over there?” Kurono asked.
“Nothing! Just… daydreaming. Oh darn! They’re splitting us up for these! I’ll see you after class, Dear!”
“Hey Kurono! Over here… Dear!” a voice called out. Kurono didn’t have to look to recognize the voice of Dillon, his roommate in the male barracks. Dillon and a group of familiar candidates were all filing into a classroom where all of the other Neo-Human candidates were going.
“Yo, Kurono, is that fire-crotch still hanging on you?” a boy named Maxon asked. “You are so fraggin’ lucky to score a D so soon! Man, I hear they have some kind of glitch in their genes… makes them want it bad and all the time! Have you done anything with her, yet?”
“We’ve been here a week, Maxon!” Kurono replied, feeling a bit embarrassed. “That’s just a rumor that only horny gene-retards like you believe. And even if it were true, I wouldn't exploit a built in flaw like that. The Arkanas have it rough enough with the way most Neos act towards them. I won’t treat them like a toy.”
“Kurono, you dork,” Dillon said, clapping him on the shoulder. “The Arkanas ARE toys… for us. They may look like us and act like us, but they aren’t human and soon they’ll be broken and taught to do exactly what we tell them. We control whether they live or die. When you have that kind of power over something that looks like they do, we’ll see how saintly you remain.”
Kurono frowned as he followed his buddies into the auditorium. Would he really be able to control himself if Apocalysta were throwing herself at him? If she were completely at his command, could he stay strong to his convictions about Arkanas?