Warning: This fic will contain language, sexual innuendos, a dash of violence and future lemon

Human/High School AU (since I don't think it's necessarily Gakuen)

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A low chime rang on the intercom overhead, but it was nothing but a dull buzzing in Mathias' ears. As he hugged his backpack closer to his chest, his back was leaning against the bathroom stall, as if getting closer to the voices outside. The hum of other straggling students faded away after a minute or two, but was replaced by the heavy footsteps of security guards searching for anyone who was foolish enough to cut class.

In a way, he was one of those foolish people. But he felt like his reason was a bit more genuine than that of his classmates.

He slowly cracked open the door to his stall, grasping his backpack tightly when he heard the sound of boots from down the hallway. They sounded like they were retreating though, and that made Mathias calm down considerably. He sighed and opened the door completely, his own boots making a soft thump on the white tile floor.

The piercing blue of the walls were noticeable by anyone as those of the "Men's Lavatory", as school officials called them. The smell of Sharpie was strong in there though, mainly from the brick wall being covered with graffiti of many kinds. Phone numbers, gang signs, Atheist symbols, whatever. If you named it, was probably there.

He didn't really care about what the other boys got up to, so he made cautious steps towards the door instead, trying to get a better scope of the hallway. He passed the mirror as he tiptoed over there, an object that stopped him in his tracks. His hair was a mess, sans the windswept look he maintained. Each strand of his blond hair looked entangled in another, mostly in the back of his head.

He narrowed his eyes at this and stepped towards it, putting his backpack down against the wall closest to him. His fingers ran through his hair in an attempt to fix it but he didn't manage a thing. It only made his tangled hair look like he stood in front of an industrial sized fan. He pursed his lips and tried again with the same result. However, he found this satisfactory enough and grinned at himself.

In one swift motion, he swooped down, picked up his backpack and headed towards the hallway. He stopped just before he could exit and poked his head out, checking for any sign of security. From what he could hear, there wasn't a person within hearing range of him, so he would be safe.

His foot tapped impatiently on the floor, a faint clicking echoing into the hall. Despite his assurance that no one was around to hear it, he still scolded himself for it, lightly knocking his knuckles against the wall to distract himself. When his tapping stopped, he huffed and left the bathroom.

Normally, there would be one or two people walking through the halls in addition to him, but the difference between these people and him was that he didn't have a hall pass when he did so. He liked to cut classes here and there, even if it meant being a little behind in the curriculum. Again, he had good intentions behind his actions, so he wasn't concerned about it.

The numbers engraved on the gold plated burgundy lockers were shrinking as he passed them. A245, A244, A243… He lost track after he took a right at an intersection in the hall, the numbers dramatically shifting to B1, B2, B3… Then he grew bored of watching the numbers. The urge to do something else was strong in his mind, a feeling he couldn't shake off no matter how hard he tried. So he coughed once or twice, simply to hear something bounce off the walls, reach his ears and provide a good stimulus.

It worked, making him a little more paranoid about being too loud in the halls. Anyone could hear him; a teacher, a security guard, a student. It was all just a matter of who happened to be within range to hear it.

He stopped at yet another intersection, unsure of where to go. He could go left and go to the classroom he was assigned to, go right and go in a circle, or go straight and use the stairs. He stood there for a minute, eventually deciding to go straight since it would be a new experience for him.

The stairs did a good job of making his movements sound louder than they actually were. From his footsteps to his breathing, everything was amplified, his paranoia being one of those things. He tried to calm himself down to no avail, his fingers drumming unconsciously on the straps of his backpack. Each step up was another breath taken, another sound echoing around him, another fear stuffed into of his bundle of nerves.

When he reached the top, he took a deep breath and pasted a smile to his face, trying to decide if he should go right or left now.

Left or- His thoughts were cut short when he looked to the right and had his attention pulled away from him. A light was flickering all the way at the end of that hallway, making that section go dark for a second before it flickered back to life and started the cycle over again. Something about it drew him closer, inch by inch, like a moth to a fire. Maybe it was the fact that it stuck out like a sore thumb or maybe because the sound it made was louder than any he could create.

Whatever it was, he found himself stepping in that direction before he could stop himself. It wasn't until he was halfway towards it that he stopped short, blinking and processing how close he suddenly was to the broken light. No Mathias! Just walk away. Don't get caught up in something stupid again! Somewhere deep inside his mind, he knew he should listen to himself, but another part of him was forcing his foot to move again.

"Damn it, no…" He grumbled to himself, lightly hitting his fist against his forehead. As he did so, his lack of movement agitated his consciousness, a familiar tapping sound emanating from the contact his heel and the floor made. "No, no, no."

Just a little peek! Who's here to see me anyway? What harm is there to be done?

"Everything. I can get caught."

I'm just on edge. Take a breath, stop this nonsense and look at it. It could be a safety hazard. I'd be doing a good thing for everyone else.

He winced, a strange twinge in the back of his head acting up again. What felt like a pinch grew into pins and needles that spread to a larger area like a cancer on the back of his skull. His hand quickly and instinctively touched the area, his nails making quick work of scratching his scalp. It hurt to do it, but it was the only thing his body could think of to put an end to the itchy feeling.

Sadly, it only grew worse, a low growl coming from Mathias' throat and his hand moving more rapidly against his head. "Move, Mathias, move. Why are you doing this to yourself …" It took one final glance at the flickering light for him to make a split second decision to run the short distance towards it.

And just like that, the itch was gone. He stood under the light and stared at it intensely, watching the little sparks coming from the bulb with such concentration that it was almost scary to him. But he was too busy satisfying his impulsive need to go to the light and watch it. He found it interesting with the way it went on and off and made a little crackling sound as it did it. It was a sensory smorgasbord and he was enjoying every minute of it.

His fell slack, eyes wide and his body going limp. His arms hung like noodles at his sides while the straps on his shoulders were slowly sliding off. He didn't care though. It was pure bliss staring at something so meaningless.

"Hey, kid!" A voice called to him. Mathias' line of sight fell on the burly man suddenly in front of him but went back to the light afterwards.

"Hey…" He sighed back. The black of the man's polo shirt and his tan pleated pants could only mean he was a security guard on his round, but it didn't occur to Mathias to be scared. The guard crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"…"

"Do you have a hall pass?" Mathias shook his head slowly. His answer didn't placate the guard, a deep frown taking up his features. "Hey! Are you alive or what?" He grabbed Mathias' shoulder and shook him, knocking him out of his trance. He blinked hard then focused on the man before him.

"What?" They both stared at each other for a moment, measuring each other's emotions. From what Mathias could tell, the guard went from confused to stern and back again in mere seconds. But when the time came, he was all business.

"Let's go, kid." He grumbled, grabbing Mathias' arm. The pulling motion triggered Mathias' dormant fear, resistance following soon afterwards.

"Wait! Where are we going?" He asked, his voice cracking along with the sudden pull of his arm. The guard glanced back at him and tugged again, Mathias' anchored feet coming loose.

"To the principal's office. Truancy is unacceptable."

Mathias' eyes widened slightly and he tried to tug his arm free again. "Wait a minute, big guy! This ain't truancy at all, I swear!"

"Then what is it?"

Yeah. What is it, genius? Mathias would admit he didn't have a rebuttal for that one. So he sighed and gave up. "Alright, you got me…"

The guard smirked at him and pulled again, this time setting the two of them in motion. "I've heard stories about you, y'know. Now I finally get to turn you in."

"I bet you have, man." Mathias mumbled. "I bet you have…"

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"Mathias Køhler," Mathias looked up at the mention of his name, looking at the leather back of an office chair. The security guard that had caught him earlier was standing at the door, his arms crossed and his body going tense from the littlest movements Mathias made. These movements were quite frequent, being he kept picking up his hand to scratch his head, tapping his foot and just plain squirming in his seat. The guidance counselor was also there, but he seemed too absorbed in the perfection of his necktie to acknowledge yet another one of Mathias' appearances in the very same office.

On the desk in front of him were papers stacked upon papers, a fountain pen (for whatever cockamamie reason) and a name plate labeled PRINCIPAL. The balding man would give him hell for sure about this. It was his third time that week being there, and it was only Tuesday! What other speeches could he possibly have up his sleeve?

With this in mind, Mathias made a mental note to block out whatever it was anyone said. After all, he needed something to keep him occupied, not lull him to sleep. Even then, his legs would still be twitching.

Just another one of those things he couldn't explain about himself.

The chair finally made a swift turn around, one he probably would have missed had he blinked. Once again, he was faced with the familiar face of the principal, but it was covered by a file with his name, a paper clip attached to the top and most likely holding a picture of him in its place. "Age seventeen, Senior, has a record of disrupting classes and constant truancy, as well as instigating a fight and conspiracy for a fire alarm pulled in the Junior High School." Just hearing a list of his own wrongdoings-past or present-was giving Mathias a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Well, to be fair, I only knew the kid who pulled it." The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself, earning a light kick to his chair by the security guard behind him. The principal took notice of him too, gazing up at him behind his glasses and tossing the file onto his desk. The man leaned forward in his chair until his elbows met the desk.

"Well, to be fair, Mr. Køhler, the file says otherwise." Mathias gulped, leaning back to get as far away from him as possible.

"Heh… Okay. The file knows all." He scratched the back of his head again, already feeling it starting to become raw.

The principal smiled and leaned back as well, relaxed. "So tell me what brings you here today."

Though he was glad the principal wasn't yelling at him, it still made him a bit uncomfortable. He smiled and said, "The guard brought me here!"

"Yes, but can you tell me why?"

Shouldn't he have already known? Why did he have to explain? Who would subject a teen to this madness? "Um…" his eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched up as he tried to remember. Fifth period, bathroom, broken light, guard, now the office. "I cut class and the guard caught me."

"At least he's honest." The principal mumbled to the counselor next to him. When he turned back to Mathias, the smile was gone. "It's not very wise to wander around in plain sight, you know? You could have at least been a bit more discreet about it."

"Yes, sir."

The guard, at this point, once again looked confused. He stepped forward to address his boss directly. "Sir, he was staring at a light when I found him. He was loitering more than he was wandering."

The counselor looked up from fiddling with his tie, eyebrows knitted together. "A light?"

"Yeah. He was staring at it, all googly-eyed and such. The thing was blinking and all he did was gawk." The principal now looked just as confused, contributing to the chain of adult conversation Mathias promptly blocked out. But the memory of the light made him wonder if it was still there, blinking away with not a care in the world-not that it had feelings-or if the janitor fixed it already. If he hadn't, maybe he could go back to it.

His foot starting tapping again with excitement. At least, that's what he thought it was. So long as his head wasn't itchy again, he could pass it off as that. The talking around him stopped, the room eerily quiet except for Mathias' heel hitting the floor. He hadn't noticed though, too preoccupied with looking around for something to keep busy with.

"Mathias," The guidance counselor said. "Can I ask you something?"

He looked at the lanky man suddenly in front of him, a little unnerved by his closeness. But so long as the guard was there, nothing bad could happen to him, right? "Sure. Let me have it." Mathias replied, grinning and still tapping away.

"Do you always do that with your foot?" Mathias quickly nodded. "Do you know why?" But to this, he shook his head. What kind of person notices these things anyway? It was a little weird in his mind. The only people who noticed were his teachers… and his classmates… and his mother. But these people were expected to notice. What was the big deal?

"How long have you been doing that for?"

Mathias shrugged. "I dunno. What's so important about it anyway? It's just a habit."

"A habit?"

"Yeah! Y'know, the thing you do without you really noticing?"

"I see…" The man didn't look to convinced though, his eyes probing for something else. He apparently got it when Mathias grew nervous and scratched the back of his head again. "Now why do you do that?"

He shrugged yet again. He sure was doing a lot of shrugging today. "It itches."

"But you do it a lot."

"It itches a lot."

"So you can never really get at it and make it go away?"

Mathias eyes widened at this. "How'd you know?" After this, the room went silent again, but was replaced with the principal going through Mathias' file. He found the paper he was looking for and pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

"Disruption of class. Throat clearing, getting up without permission and foot tapping…" His voice trailed off with the last offense listed off, to which Mathias raised an eyebrow.

"What? Is my record that tainted with bad stuff that you can't name anymore?"

The counselor was the first to act, the principal staring at him like he had three heads. With a hand on his shoulder, he crouched down to make himself shorter than Mathias and smiled up at him. "Why don't you head back to class? I'm sure your habits are nothing to worry about."

"You mean I get off scott free?!" Mathias was literally bouncing in his seat from excitement, the tapping finally coming to an end. When the counselor nodded, he cheered for himself, picked up his backpack and left. He offered the guard a fist bump before he left though. "See ya later, big guy!" The door closed, leaving the adults alone.

The principal was the first to speak after a minute or two of silence. "You realize this is pretty strange, correct?" The counselor nodded.

"These kinds of things usually get noticed sooner."

"Is it possible this just sprang up?" The guard asked.

The counselor shook his head. "Unless his grade school records don't show the same symptoms."

The principal scrounged around through Mathias' record, eyes scanning the paper needed when he face palmed himself. "Unbelieveable…"

The counselor sighed and picked up the phone, handing it to the principal. "I think it's best if we get this taken care of as soon as possible. This way he gets the help he needs."

The principal stared at the phone for a while then snatched it away, dialing the number from Mathias' file. As he waited for someone to pick up, his eyes hardened at the counselor. "I just don't understand how no one noticed it until now."

"It's not uncommon, but it does reflect badly on a lot of people."

The principal pinched the bridge of his nose and huffed, turning around in his chair and speaking. "Yes, good afternoon, Ms. Køhler… Yes, it's me again… No, your son is not in trouble… Well, he was, but something a bit more," he looked back at the counselor for a second, as if looking for the proper word. "Important, came up… I think you should schedule an appointment with your son's pediatrician as soon as possible."

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A/N: LOOK AT THAT! I posted a thing, even though it has nothing to do with Canada! Weird… But its Denmark oriented, so yay for all those who love him! :3 (I don't mean to forget Canada though, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY!)

I know I should be updating my other stories, but this one has been buzzing around my head and after weeks and weeks of plotting, I'm pretty sure the story is good enough for the FanFiction world now. I guarantee my other stories will be finished eventually though. This is just the first story I'm updating on a schedule so I have some freakin' order in my life. "OTL

I'm also still on the fence of whether or not this should be considered an Angst fic or a Friendship fic. Hm... Ah well. I'll figure it out.

If there are any grammatical or spelling errors, let it be known that I don't Beta my stories. But this chapter has been looked over a couple of times, so if there is any, slap my face with an oar.

¡HASTA LUEGO, MI GENTES! From my computer to yours, this is Wurstlover178, signing off!