Adagio was talking with her sisters, who thought the Rats had left. Unbeknownst to her they did leave, but not all of them. "We will Sonata, during lunch period when everyone will be out and about. But for now, just act normal and don't do anything stupid." Adagio ordered, which made Bad Boy raise a brow from behind his corner. "We gather back at lunch, remember that." Adagio and Sonata went their separate ways, Bad Boy pulled out his phone and called Tesla.

"Ey, it's me... Yeah, you were right. Those three are up to somethin'... Said somethin' about brainwashing the students at lunch, any idea what that means?..... Nothin', huh? Alright, run a background check on those three and cancel all my lunch appointments, whatever they're doin' at lunch we ain't stickin' around for it..... Yeah, I'll tell Anarchy all this at 2nd... See ya then." Bad boy hung up the phone and frowned. "So, they wanna run my school? The only runnin' they'll be doin' is runnin' from me and me boys..." Bad Boy said to himself, then he started walking to first period. "Better ditch the scene, don't wanna be late."

(Aria's POV)

Aria looked at her schedule and saw she had Gym this period, luckily she was already in front of the gymnasium. "And here I am without a fake doctor's excuse, guess I'll have to entertain myself while suffering with the students..." Aria noticed Anarchy walk past her without taking any interest in her. "Hey! Tall, dark and brooding!"

Anarchy stopped, half turned his head and looked at her with hidden eyes and his indifferent frown.

"Where you heading?"

"Gym." He answered. "Where are you heading?"

"Gym." She responded. "Small world, isn't it?

"Hm." He grunted

"Well, aren't you the friendly type?" Aria commented.

Anarchy stayed silent and started walking again.

"(The strong, silent type huh? I wonder how I can gain his trust...)" She caught up to him and started walking beside him. "Seriously though, what are we doing in here?"

"Dodge-ball." He deadpanned. "I'd say you'll like it, I feel like you're the violent type."

"Meh, I get an excuse to hurt people, so I'm happy." She looked up at him. "But don't underestimate me, tough-guy. If you're not careful I'll tear you a new asshole."

"Right back at ya, twin-tails." The two entered the gymnasium, multiple gasps were heard as soon as Anarchy set foot inside. This was followed by the entire gym going quiet.

"....... Wow, are you really that frightening?"

"Fear is simply the emotional reaction toward the unknown... They know me very well, what they do not know is who will survive while I'm on the court." He said in complete stoicism.

"Fucking brutal..."

The tardy bell rang and the students lined up against the wall, coach Soldier walked in, eyeing the students for weakness which some of the weaker students had plastered on their faces. Coach Soldier was a military veteran who trained rookies at boot-camp, he always wore his old military bucket and tunic that had his metal pinned on his chest. His helmet hid his eyes due to it's size, but it somehow didn't blind him. "Folks... As you all know, today is Tuesday... And judging from the sorry looks on all your maggot faces, and the fact that Counter Punch is here today, I think we all know what day it is..."

Nobody said a word in response.

"..... Good! Now let me get role-call..."

"Hey, Anarchy." Aria called. "Who's Counter Punch?"

"You're lookin' at him." He responded.

"I thought you were Anarchy?"

"Anarchy's my gang name, my real name is Counter Punch." He explained.

"Counter!"

"Present." He responded.

Soldier walked to Aria with his clip-board. "Hmm..... I don't see your name here maggot... I'll have you know I don't take class-skipping stowaways..."

"She ain't a stowaway, she's new here." Anarchy informed.

"... I see, so you're a new recruit?" Soldier pulled out a pen and clicked the button. "Name?"

"Aria." She responded.

"... Sir-name?"

"Blaze." She responded again.

"Ooh, Blaze huh?" The coach lifted his helmet enough to reveal his eyes, the left one was completely white and void of a pupil while the right one was dirt brown. "......... Oh, I see..." He adjusted his lid and smiled. "You got a fire burning in those eyes... Yeah, I think we'll get along just fine, maggot." Soon, the coach finished taking roll and cracked his neck. "Alright you sissified maggots, let's get those legs moving! Three laps around the gym, go go go!" The class formed a line and began running, the group was led by Rainbow Dash, followed by Spitfire, followed by Anarchy, and Aria was behind him. "Let's go maggots! C'mon, move those flabby sticks you call legs!" The four in the lead didn't let up, even Anarchy kept a constant speed with his jacket probably burning him up like a furnace. Before they knew it it was already the third lap. "Alright, that's enough work for today... Not! Twenty push-ups, go!" The students got on the floor and began doing one of the most despised exercises ever conceived. Some of the students were already at the point of breaking, but most were just gritting their teeth and enduring, Aria being one of them. But not Anarchy, he kept a fast and steady pace that would have been close to showing-off if he had been smiling.

"Good god, Anarchy! Slow down a little!" Aria whispered.

He stopped completely, and then adjusted his body so he was sitting. "Done."

"(Already!?... Maybe Adagio was onto something, this guy could be useful...)" Aria finished her twenty and built up a sweat, while Anarchy didn't look fatigued at all. He was sweating, sure, but he wasn't panting for breath like the others.

"Alright maggots, thirty sit-ups, go!"

Sit-ups were relatively easy, so the large amount didn't really surprise Aria. She kept a pace that matched Anarchy's own, though she was showing signs of light struggle as they progressed. Of course, Anarchy was doing just fine with no signs of struggle. The two finished at close times, but Anarchy had a second or two on her. "Geez, are you even tired?"

"No." He dryly answered.

"You're kidding." She said in disbelief.

"I'm not lying, Aria." He said in his signature dry tone. "There's more to me than you know..."

"Thirty Jumping-jacks ladies, let's go!"

Another relatively easy one, probably easier than sit-ups! "What else are you hiding, Counter Punch?"

"More than you think... Let's leave it at that." He said.

"How about under the hood? I haven't seen your whole face yet." Aria asked, passing the half-way point.

"Hmm..... If you manage to beat me at dodge-ball, I'll show you." He finished up his jumping-jacks, followed by Aria.

The coach blew his whistle and everyone stood at attention. "Alright maggots... Now you're done..." The coach picked up two dodge-balls, he tossed one to Anarchy. "Red team." He tossed the other at Aria. "Blue Team... Team members are assigned by me."

"... I won't hold back, Anarchy." Aria said with a glare, her's was matched by Anarchy's own.

"Wouldn't be fun if you did, Aria." The tension in the room tripled in weight, and everyone could feel it because they were staring at the two team captains and shuddering.

Shit was about to go down.

(Fifteen minutes earlier, art room.)

"Hello class, I am Mr. Biceps, and the reason I say this is because we have a new student joining us..." Yes, Bulk Biceps is the art teacher, and he does a damn good job at it. He had a blonde buzz-cut, white skin, and a button-up shirt that was trying to contain his pecks. Next to him was Sonata who looked as happy as can be. "Care to introduce yourself, miss...?"

"Hiya, I'm Sonata!"

"Well met, Miss Sonata. Now..." Bulk Biceps, I kid thee not, flipped his desk like a fucking psychopath and lifted Sonata up by the collar of her shirt. "ARE YOU READY TO CREATE ART SO BEAUTIFUL THAT IT'LL MELT MY FACE OFF!?"

"YES MR. BICEPS!" Sonata shouted at near equal volume.

"THAT'S THE SPIRIT! NOW PICK A TABLE WITH SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T HAVE AN ART BUDDY! He put Sonata down and lifted his desk, then flipped it back on it's legs. Sonata kept her carefree smile and went to a desk with a lone girl. "So you will be Ditzy's partner?"

"I guess!"

"Alright then. Now class, today we will be finger-painting, paint whatever it is your hearts desire as long as you keep it appropriate and wash your hands afterward. NOW PAINT WHAT YOU LIKE!"

(Present time, Gym)

'fweeeeeee!'

Dodge-balls began soaring across the court like bullets, nailing victims one-by-one. Anarchy was dodging like a champ, and launching red rubber with a cannon's force. The sheer speed of his throws caught people off guard and the strength he put in them made them too strong to catch without falling or facing rubber-burn. Aria was holding her ground, keeping a sharp eye on her surroundings and watching for vulnerable victims. Her strategy was pick-out the distracted or overwhelmed and strike fast and with accuracy, like a sniper or a snake. She didn't have the strength Anarchy had, but she had better agility and precision. Soon, only three players remained. A lone Anarchy and Aria with Spitfire.

"So, only two left." Anarchy said.

"You're finished, Anarchy! It's two against one!"

"Wrong." He threw a ball at Aria and put a spin to it, she dodge but before it got close it curved and followed her path. She was done, the look on her face was of pure shock when the ball curved in her direction. But it didn't hit her, it hit the floor and started to spin-out like a car tire, then it shot off to her right like a bullet and nailed Spitfire dead in the jaw. Anarchy smirked and cracked his neck with a sick snap. "I call that one the Sucker-Punch."

Spitfire fell to the ground due to being unprepared to take a hit like that out of nowhere, Aria stared in amazement. "Impressive... " She picked up two balls, setting one down next to her. "I have a few tricks as well... I call this one, Gemini!" She tossed her ball very high into the air, it slowly descended toward Anarchy. He didn't react to it, he just side stepped and avoided the first while a second ball flew at him, which he successfully avoided.

"You think that-!" A third ball was hurtling toward his face, and he had less than a second to react.

'Thwack!'

The third ball hit home, right in his unsuspecting face. ".......... Ow.... That stung a little..."

"Keep your eyes on the opponent, Anarchy." Aria said with a smirk. "I honestly expected better of you, did the name throw you off or were you just being cocky?

Anarchy said nothing for a moment, simply staring at the ball that hit him in the face. "..... Honestly? Both."

"... Blue Team wins!" The coach shouted. The entire gym class was amazed by this and now afraid of how Anarchy would react.

"........... Heh... About time someone beat me." He tossed the ball to the side and walked up to Aria. "I was getting bored with winning every time, nice change of pace to have a rival."

"Uh... You're not gonna get romantic here are you?"

"No, I'm just doing my part in losing the-"

'Riiiiiiiiinggggg!'

The fire alarm went off, the students made way for the door and filed out. "... Bet."

"Let's move it you two! This drill wasn't scheduled!"

"We'll do this outside, c'mon." Anarchy said, Aria followed along. "Geez, who's the idiot that caught the school on fire?"

"..... I think I have an idea on who that idiot is..." The two made it outside, the sun shining down on them and smoke coming from one of the rooms of the school. "... So, you gonna show me what's underneath that hood?"

"Hm, might as well." Anarchy lowered his hood and showed his whole face. He had short, messy black hair and a small scar on his right cheek, it was barely noticeable unless you were close to him. But the strangest thing about him was he had heterochromia, his left eye was a deep red while his right eye was light pink of all colors. "Strange, isn't it? Eyes of contrasting colors is actually a genetic mutation called heterochromia that occurs in some people."

"Huh... Why hide it?"

"Like I said, fear is the emotional reaction to the unknown. The less my enemies can see me, the more they fear me... Plus, it's a little awkward to have a pink iris while acting like a stone-cold badass." He explained, then put the hood back on to hide his face.

"Hm... If you ask me it makes you look like more of a threat. Like, in an ironic sense." Aria said while watching the smoke rise from the room. "Hey, you have any idea what room is currently burning?"

"I think it's the art room..."

Author's Note

Well guys, here's chapter 2 of this story. I'll have the third chapter out sometime later, I have school work to put up with. Until then, see ya.