Hello again, my lovely little readers! It's been a while since I posted, but I haven't been slacking off for once; I've been constantly writing, and I am completely tired by it. I just wanted to get these out before or on Christmas, so you guys know I'm not dead :3

Anyway, another ToV multi-chap! I'm guessing...11 chapters? They seem to be coming up a lot...But meh. For this one, we've have another highschool AU setting. It's not one of my favourites, I must admit, but I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tales of Vesperia. It is the property of Namco Bandai.

Flynn Scifo was one of the only students in the whole school with an absolutely perfect record. He was a straight A* Grade student, with perfect attendance.

His polar opposite in the school was Yuri Lowell; somehow able to attain extremely low grades, almost zero attendance, and yet still somehow be allowed to remain in the school. The amount of times he'd had Lowell visit the School Council because of something he'd done wrong was too many to count, and Flynn didn't even bother trying to remember anymore.

There were a lot of rumours considering Lowell. That he was from a problem home, that he did or dealt drugs, that he smoked and was an alcoholic. The only one which Flynn had seen any evidence of was that Lowell fought constantly, and came to school covered in bruises and cuts.

Flynn remembered a time, just after Lowell had transferred to the school, when he used to submit complaints, however. Saying that students were picking on him and fighting him, rather than him starting the fights. The students never admitted, however, and every single time it fell through. Eventually, Lowell stopped submitting the complaints.

Now he had a fearsome reputation of one of the most violent people in school. People feared him, and he seemed pleased about that, yet the few times Flynn had seen him alone he seemed...lonely, almost.

Flynn was heading home late one afternoon, having had to do quite a bit of paperwork to complete before he left. He was used to not having anyone but the cleaners in the school by the time he left.

He was walking by towards the lockers when he heard the sound of fighting. Pausing, he turned and frowned before heading towards the ruckus. He could at least try and stop what he was aware of.

He pushed the door to the back of the sports hall open, frown set in place, before stopping in surprise. The amount of boys was a little surprising, along with several girls cheering along the sidelines. In the centre of the mess was Lowell, panting heavily and covered in his own blood.

"Come on! You think you're so tough, huh?!" shouted one of the boys before punching him. Lowell blocked it easily and retaliated, sending the boy stumbling back, before someone jumped at him from behind. He gave a cry of frustration, reaching behind him to grab them, and managed to grip their shirt.

He used his body to send the boy flying over him, hitting the floor heavily. Then another blow came at him, hitting him on the side of the head.

Lowell staggered, lifting his arms in an attempt to protect himself, then someone punched him in the guts and he doubled over, hacking. Immediately another person elbowed him in the neck, and he hit the floor, gasping for breath.

Another boy came forward, kicking him in the side and sending him rolling back. Several more students crowded round, kicking him brutally.

Flynn stepped forward to intervene before watching in surprise as Lowell lifted himself, jumping up and throwing the students around him back, crashing into each other. He was panting, blood running down his body, but his dark eyes glowed with anger.

"Run!" shouted one of the students and the rest scattered, rushing off down the back of the gym building and laughing as they went.

Lowell stood there for a moment, body shaking, before he fell to his knees, panting heavily. His eyes closed and he went falling forward.

Flynn jumped forward, catching him before he could hit the floor.

"Hey, are you okay? Lowell!" he called.

He didn't reply, out cold, and Flynn bit his lip before lifting him up. Having access to all student files, he knew where Lowell lived, but it was going to be a long trip...Still, he could handle himself.

He started out of the school, Lowell unconcious on his back, and wondered why he'd had such strange luck to run into this situation - good or bad.

Yuri came to slowly, feeling the pain rushing over his body. He winced, curling in on himself, before noticing the soft texture above and below him. Opening his eyes, he blinked as he caught sight of his bed.

Sitting up quickly, he gave a brief gasp of pain before looking around. This was definitely his apartment...but how did he get here? Last he remembered, he was at the school...

"Oh, are you awake now?"

Yuri turned, staring as he saw the Student Council President. What was his name...Flynn Scifo? What was Scifo doing here?

"Yeah...How did I get back?"

"I carried you," Scifo replied calmly.

Yuri blinked, then frowned. "Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"What do you mean, why? You were injured. I was hardly going to leave you there."

So many times he'd heard that excuse. So many times people had tried to get close to him by saying something like that, then turned on him. He scowled.

"Get out."

"What?"

"You heard me. Get out. I don't have time for pretty words."

Scifo raised an eyebrow. "That's rather ungrateful of you. I even tended to your wounds and bandaged them."

"Thank you for your kindness. Now get out."

Scifo shrugged. "Fine. But, Lowell...I will be keeping an eye on you from now on," he said seriously before heading out of the door.

Yuri waited until he heard the front door close, before sighing and pulling his knees to his chest.

...He hated relying on other people. But those guys seemed to find it funny to gang up on him and beat him up...One day, he'd wind up dead. He knew that.

But it wasn't like he could do anything about it. He had no parents, and he was living here because of the council. It'd take months for them to even agree to letting him move, and even then it wasn't guaranteed that they would let him. The school didn't take him seriously, and he couldn't prove it to the cops because all these kids had parents who would stick up for them.

He had nothing. And that meant that he couldn't do anything.

Yuri sighed, standing up. He better wash his uniform...That would probably end up taking half the night, he thought wryly. As he walked over to the sink, he blinked. Lying neatly in a pile, washed, dried and folded, was his uniform. Clean.

...That Scifo guy was acting a little different than the normal guys.

A/N: Just a little setting starter. So yes, poor old Yuri. Oh well, I'm sure things'll be better soon! *thumbs up*

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