Notes: //thinking and telepathy\\ it will probably get confusing later on but that's the fun part ^_~
Bear with me. There's a lot of information in the prologue. I'm just trying to set up the story. This Fic was Titled and partly Betad read by my good friend P_M (THANKIES ) By Midgewood58 and Ilyena Sylph (who is soo completely awesome!) Although, any and all spelling and grammar mistakes are still completely my own.
Prologue
//Fifth period is the worst part of the day,\\ Duo thought.
He was sitting in the dead center of classroom and could not have been more out of place. As if being totally dressed in black among blue jeans and bright tee shirts wasn't bad enough, his impossibly long hair drew even more attention. His eyes were the crowning piece however; they were a weird blue color with flecks of purple that seems to swirl in hypnotizing patterns.
His appearance did not help his social status. People were afraid of him, very afraid. Living in such a small town meant rumors tended to get out of hand and spread quickly. In fact, he was fairly certain even his teachers were arranging the seating so that everyone would have an equal opportunity to ridicule him. //Well, every town's got to have an outcast, might as well be me,\\ he thought, sardonically. At this point he was well past bitterness.
Duo tried to focus on the teacher droning on in his best sleep inducing monotone voice at the front of the class, but failed miserably. His attention dragged to the pencil and blank sheet of paper on his desk, he was supposed to be taking notes but he couldn't pay attention to more than two words at a time. What did get his attention, however, was the conversation to his left. Two of the most popular girls in school were planning their annual blowout 'Back to School' party; Duo was trying not to listen, he would never get invited. It's not cool to invite the local neighborhood demon to your party.
Well, demon or whatever they were calling him this week. He had pretty much heard them all, so much so that he was starting to take them as compliments. His favorite was the time word of him had gotten around to the Japanese foreign exchange student. The student had jumped up in the middle of class, pointed at Duo and screamed 'Shinigami' before running out of class. He had to ask around for a week before finally figuring out that it meant 'God of Death'. It was kind of catchy, but not deserved in the least.
His musings were interrupted when he felt his hand start to itch. Not the type of itch you can scratch but an internal kind, the kind that came with his visions. He had learned a long time ago not to fight them when they came, he just picked up the pencil and let his hand go on as if it had a mind of its own. Duo watched in an off-handed manner as the image he was drawing slowly took shape. When he finished he pulled his hand away and looked at what he had done. It was a picture of eyes; they were big, round doe eyes covered by a spider-web.
He frowned. Every time he drew something it was always so seemingly random. It never made since until after a significant event took place, something that was usually tragically avoidable. He used to show people his drawings to see if anyone could help him understand but after a it became apparent that no one could help. Then these horrible accidents and tragedies would happen and all the people he had shown would remember his drawings and see the connection immediately. People saw he was predicting these things, and then the rumors started that he was actually the one causing them. But only stupid people had accused him of that to his face, most people were just content talk about him behind his back. Stay away from him or he'll kill you, they would whisper. Stay away or you'll end up like his parents.
Duo didn't pay attention to that. He had to ignore it or he'd go crazy. He'd stop showing people his pictures but he hadn't stop trying to figure out what they meant. //If I could figure it out, if I could understand, I could help somebody. I could save them. It would make it worth it.\\
But he didn't have time to wonder about the most recent picture because an aide had just walked into the classroom and ask the teacher for his presence. "Duo Maxwell, get your things and go down to the office."
"With pleasure," He said gathering his stuff. He notice how official the summons was, normally a call on the intercom was made but they actually sent someone down to get him, //Something big must be going on. I wonder if it has anything to do with this,\\ he thought, looking at the picture still on his desk. It still didn't make any sense, what would eyes in a spider web have to do with the office? He carefully folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket.
Apparently, a lot of people must have noticed him handling the drawing. He could hear people in the class whispering around him, things like "What's he done this time?" and "He's in for it now." He calmly walked to the door but before exiting the room he turned and fixed the class with a stare. Normally his eyes were interesting but when he gave people looks like that his eyes made him look dangerous. Growing up in such a harsh environment had taught him to perfect the way he used his eyes, now being a perfect example. The class immediately shut up and he left the room smirking and feeling a great air of satisfaction.
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