Ah', Saint Perfection Academy. That name above all others run out through the academic community as a place of hallowed study and academic perfection. There really was no other school like it. Established long ago by inter-dimensional space demons from the far end of the galaxy, these beasts decided to use their considerable might for the advancement of earthly races which they deemed, 'far inferior' to their own. To the outside world this place of unlimited and indeed supernatural power and learning was nothing more than the most prestigious academy around. The school itself was divided into a number of buildings and was constructed on a large cliff-side over-looking a majestic resort-beach below. The school's ample facilities and almost unlimited funding also allowed for a variety of specialist teachers and trainers as well as a number of other things like an attached-mall and built in movie theater. Really, the school had just about everything. For the students returning it would be their first day back in classes. The chaos of the summer was soon to be forgotten in the midst of the chaotic rule of the coming school year. As the students moved inside they were each separated according to class, with most of the newcomers put into room 666B. For the students though, there was one thing which reigned in their minds above all others in regards to the coming year: Who would win the Moe-Moe Cliche Cup? Each year the students chose between a number of cliches from which they could join and then, over the course of the year, attempted to earn as many points for their cliche as was possible. Due to the staff of the school being reality-warping interdimensional space demons of nigh-unfathomable power this competition was usually affected quite easily as any damage, harm, etc that could be caused by the power of the students was easily dwarfed by the powers and abilities of the faculty. The ways in which students earned points were simple: They needed to convince the teachers of the school by word and deed that they were, in fact, the actual protagonist of this story. The bell for the first class rang and so, some willingly and some begrudingly, the students were shuffled into their assigned classes. Before them their new teacher student, a rather innocuous looking fellow. He was here to teach them basic algebra, something they had likely all already mastered. "Alright class, I'll go ahead and put the first problem on the board. If you think you know the answer then raise your hand and I'll select you."

Large social gatherings were often a little hard for poor Simon, with school being one of them. Being forced to interact with other people who would inevitably become obsessed with his sexy body and large dick was nerve racking. He had to be very careful what he said or did around other people, less he accidentally charm them so much, they became willing to rape him just to taste his succulent body. It wasn't easy being a hybrid, with blood of a race of sex creatures, and one of the most sexualized beings in existence flowing through his veins...speaking of blood, e was starting to get a little hungry. Gah, no! Don't think about that now! Keep your mind off of just how delicious all the girls in the class look, and how sexy it would be for any of them to feed you.

Truly, poor Simon lived a cursed life. Trapped with such a sexy body

Emer made a bee line to the back of the room, his converse high-tops dragging across the floor. He didn't want to be here, but the inter-galactic committee demanded that he attend some form of educational institution until he was legally an adult, like...340 at least.

His hair was impeccable today, all wavy cyan-cream with seafoam streaks and sapphire tips, styled in clumps of long spikes, and pink, feline eyes glowing iridescent bubblegum-coral-rose. His skin was the milky, soft pale of seashells, and he was wearing his white skinny jeans with a black, spiky belt, a MCR t-shirt, and a panda hoodie. His shoes were black chuck taylors, and he had a pentagram charm on the side because he was a wiccan/buddhist. He had a collection of bracelets going up either arm christened with the names of various pop-punk bands, an star earring dangling on his left ear--which was also decorated with many cuffs and black studs--and a lavender headband dividing his azure locks.

He dropped his belongings on one of the desks and sidled into the seat, long legs folded neatly, before taking out a slip of paper to scribble on.

"Alright class, I'll go ahead and put the first problem on the board. If you think you know the answer then raise your hand and I'll select you."

When the words registered, he shrugged them off. What did he care? He didn't want to be here anyways.

He hnn'd edgily and made a conflicted-distant face.

For a little while, he watched the board with his 20/20 vision, but soon lost interest in what their new instructor was jotting down. He flipped his detailed drawing of a dragon over--he was a really good artist--and wrote a little note to pass:

Hey, are you an Ultimate Battle Mechanical Wolf? This class is already gross preppy.

He admired his own gorgeous handwriting for a moment, and nodded in affirmation; he was cool, and his note conveyed that. With another satisfied, edgy hnn, he creased the note into a small paper airplane with wicked dragon decals and flicked it at the back of the head of some kid in front of him.

Evangeline immediately threw up her hand, as she knew, not only what the question would be, but the answer. It was only logical. After all, if A=A, then surely (a+b^(c(54168m+965453n^1/74)))/(509873a*b/8) = (8 (a+b^(c(54168 m+965453 n^(1/74)))))/(509873 a b). It was just commonsense. I was surprised at how wonderful I was when I knew the question and the answer (A/N We do questions like this in Math. They are Hrad).

Today Ebanjerinu was wearing a tight vest that bearly restrained my huge beasts. It was black with white lace around the bottom and it only came down to on top of my Neville there was a glove on one of here mascara arms but that were also female and slim and it was covered in red gothic runes that glowed red. I wore a pair of tight skinny jeans, and they embraced mher perfect donkey and other trajectories. They were gothic black and were so kawaii on her trajectories, particularly as she wore her favourite pink stoned heel boats. They were shiny with pink sparkles, and practically glowed pink. Her hair was pulled back into some booty.

She looked at Simon, with his boy's thingie, and hers became happy.

Sera was already half-closing her eyes even before the teacher started talking. She already knows what's gonna happen anyway. Well, she knows everything, as her archive of a mind keeps sending different information to her brain. Sera is halfway to sleeping, but she knows that some guy-Emer, his omniscience telling her, but she doesn't care anyways- behind her is going to flick a paper plane to her head. Without even raising her resting head on the table, she grabbed and clenched the paper plane, and also without reading the contents inside it, she wrote back and toss the crumpled paper where it came from.

Yes, I'm a part of that group. And yeah, the guy has to stop babbling already. Can't a girl get some sleep here? I don't really need this...

She knows what there is to know, after all, and she knows that the paper landed squarely on Emer's desk.

Unlike the other children, Amethystia was paying the utmost attention to the professor, though she knew what the question was before it was even asked. Actually, she'd known what the entire lesson would be about, and had even done the homework before it had even been assigned. Omniscience came in handy when wooing teachers. Her hand had flicked up before the teacher had even finished writing the problem out on the board.
With one tiny part of her mind, she focused on the classwork, while with another tiny part, she reached out. There was another knowing-girl, sitting three desks over and one desk behind her. She just let her mind brush up against the other girl's. The teacher wants to take a nap, you know. He'd much rather be doing that than trying to get SOME people to pay attention, so make it easy on him, why don't you, and learn what he's trying to teach? Even as she thought it, she wrote (with her left hand because she's unique like that) on a sheet of pale purple, lavender-scented notebook paper, a message to one of the younger-looking, cuter-looking boys (Simon) at the back of the classroom. Her handwriting was elegant and swirly and looked like it was fresh out of an 18th-century penmanship primer.
Hey there, aren't you a little lonely back there? Why don't you come up and sit with me? She tore the paper, making a perfect square with no rough edges (With her left hand, while her right hand was still in the air waiting for the professor to call on her.) She folded it into a perfect origami crane, with only one hand, and threw it over her shoulder without looking, knowing it would land right on Simon's desk.
Then, without being asked to, she stood up, straightening to her full height of 3 feet 4 inches, flipping her luscious, knee-length purple-black ringlets in a most flirtatious manner, adjusting the adorable purple geek-frames over her gorgeous purple eyes, smoothing the flirty dark violet full-circle skirt that hung just above her knees, straightening the collar on her pale amethyst shirt and deep violet cardigan. Her looks in order, she sashayed to the front of the room, where the professor had just written out the equation, and picked up the extra piece of chalk, and wrote the answer out. Surely, because the derivative of Ax^n is nAx^n-1, and the second derivative of Ax^n is n(n-1)Ax^n-2, and n=309978387262 in the equation, and a=81934623, the first and second derivatives must be, respectfully, 309978387262*8934623*x^309978387261, and 309978387262*309978387261*8934623*x^309978387260. Just common sense.
The answer written, she placed the spare chalk back exactly where she'd found it, dusted her hands (though it was just a gesture, as the chalk would never actually rub off on her flawless skin!) and walked back to her seat, the heels on her black mary-janes clicking on the floor, her skirt swishing behind her. She took her seat again gracefully, and flashed her sweetest smile at the older purple-eyed girl (Evangeline), who had apparently wanted to provide the answer.

The teacher smiled a bit in response to Evangeline's response, scribbling a little something onto the end of the equation. "Good, good, I can see now that everyone is paying attention." There was a strange tone in the teacher's voice, an emphasized static that almost rose and broke over the course of a second; it was unnatural. This unnatural tone only continued to grow, the man's voice distorted to greater and greater lengths as he continued to write. "Yes, very good. . . but that was only the warm-up problem. As you can see, the next question won't be so easy."

Even as the teacher spoke his hand scribbled at a furious pace, almost too fast to keep up with. The particular smell of burning/disintegrating chalk filled the room, accompanied by a growing cloud of white smoke. The equation on the board, it continued to grow to greater and greater lengths, the numbers and letters and symbols and, wait, was that an arm? The white residue on the board began to twist and distort, other-worldly tentacles and arms, eyes and appendages, they began to stretch out from beyond the blackness of the backdrop.

". . . and there we go."

The whole scene flashed back to reality. The equation on the board was a simple one. There were no longer any traces of the eldricht abominations that had, just so recently, been attempting to bypass the board and enter the classroom. By now even the regular students had perked up and taken notice.

What the hell had just happened?

"Now, if I could get a volunteer to come up to the board and answer the equation?" For a moment, the air around the teacher distorted and there was a flash; it almost looked like some kind of tail.

To Simon's surprise, the girl in front of him (Amethystia) tossed a note back to him. It had an inciting scent that made him hungry. Carefully opening up the origami crane, he saw her message...she was clearly flirting with him. Simon's cheeks exploded in red, and his lower half got super excited. As much as his primal instincts would love to take her up on her offer, his logical half had a few issues; 'where would I even sit up there? There aren't any empty seats. The only place I could sit that's near her would be her lap-' that's when Simon realized that his second head was starting to interfere in the thoughts of his first 'no no no no no no no no! I couldn't just get up and sit in her lap. Besides, I'd much rather have her in mine, that way her delicious scent could fill my nose. Gah! No no no no no! Bad dick, stop doing that to me!'

Slightly deflated at being bested the first time, but still eager to prove herself, Amethystia got up and went to the front of the class, self-consciously readjusting her glasses. She picked up the piece of chalk, only slightly flinching as she remembered smelling it burning, and wrote the answer in her elegant swirling handwriting on the board.
"It's fairly straightforward. You take the derivative of the equation with respect to y the integral with respect to x, then multiply both sides by e to the x, and solve for Y, and you get the solution of the equation, which could be any point in the shaded area on THIS graph." She shaded the graph with a flourish and went back to her seat, winking at the boy she'd sent the note to earlier. She could tell that he was terribly in lust already. And so was she, though she'd never admit it. She'd never thought about anything in... That... way before, since she was too pure to ever have had a relationship like that with anyone, but the boy did kind of... excite her.

"Oh no! I can't believe this happened!"

Bella quickly ran through the halls, schedule and a stack of books in hand and her cherry-blossom pink bag with three cute plushy charms and another charm of her favorite totally secret anime crush hanging over her shoulder (Its Camus from Uta Pri~ He's so hoooooooot!!!!!!!!111 asgdfjhkk!!!!!11!!!!!!!!) It was her first day and she was already late! But she couldn't help it! So many things had already happened on her way here! When she thought that she finally found the right classroom, the graceful, long-legged but still totally adorable girl smoothed out her clothes before going in: it was a super cute blue shirt with a sweetheart neckline (I dun no what tht is but it sounds cute LOL!) and cyan and violet accents and a light pink miniskirt with a couple mini-petticoat-things underneath to make it poofy and hide her lacy lavender panties with a totally kawaii rose motif on the left side. She couldn't have anyone seeing them, or maybe her prince wouldn't want to marry her! It would be a scandal and he'd have to kill all the witnesses before he could profess his love to her and they could be together like they were destined to be since they were younger! For her socks, they were pretty rainbow striped and went all the way up past her knees almost to the skirt but they left a little part of her thighs visible like four inches or something and she had cute rose-pink boots with cutesy hearts in the soles and went halfway up to her knees. They were her favorites and had little bells on the zippers. She wore her rosy pink hair with light amethyst ends up in luscious twin ponytails with little curly-swirls at the ends and held up by lavender ribbons with cherry blossom hair ornaments like these:

She also wore a light kawii pink jacket with a fluffy lining in the hood and pastel rainbow accents. For jewelry, she had a crescent moon shaped pendant and star-shaped earrings. She didn't wear makeup because she naturally looked beautiful without even needing it and it made all the girls at her old school jealous so they sometimes bullied her. Altogether, she radiated elegance, beauty, and innocence. She was so undeniably adorable to everyone.

Opening the door a bit shyly, she peeked in at the class that was already in session. "Um, hello? Um, I'm sorry I'm late! My alarm didn't go off and I got lost and they lost my schedule at the office because I registered late and then I walked into the wrong class and I tripped down the stairs..." She had almost broken a bone, but she had managed to get away with only a bruise and a skinned knee, which she patched up herself with her first-aid kit she always kept in her bag. Luckily, none of the blood had gotten on any of her clothes cause she found it before it bled too much and her sock had fallen down to her boot when she fell (She pulled it back up after she bandaged her knee). She walked in the classroom with a blush, sure that everyone was staring at her now and bowed a little to the teacher. "Um, my name is Bella. Where should I sit? I'm sorry I'm late, also."

"STAND ASIDE, PEASANT! I TAKE LARGE STEPS!"

The boring and uncool girl looked shocked as everyone's head swiveled towards the door again. Somebody flew past it, backwards and spinning head over heels. Then the view was blocked by the girl. She was tall, and would've towered over the doorframe and received a nasty bump to the head if she wasn't hunched over, hand nursing a stitch, breathing heavily and flushed from the eyebrows down. The white feathery coat, not ideal for jogging in, had several damp patches in awkward places. It was amazing she'd managed to shout like that, considering.

"TEACH!" she yelled, inbetween gasps "I'm soooo sorry i'm this freakin' late, and on the first freakin' day of school. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, i promise! I'll find like a time machine or something so i can a-a-attend..."

Her voice petered out halfway through, however, when she met her own gaze from the front row. Her doppelganger, rather noticably, was curled up over the desk, face turned toward the door like she only vaguely cared for the procedings. For her, they were probably the precedings. Layla -Because that was her name- took her eyes away from her past self and tried to edge out of sight from everyone. How many omniscients were there in that classroom, 20? How many people could see the sheer embarrassment of having to run into yourself from the future trying to make up for the mistakes you make in the past?

"Erm..." she quavered, "I'll just be g-going, then, since i'm, y'know, already here, and all..." She said, backing away from the corridor and through the hall. After a few seconds, though, the echoing sounds of "Hey, mister, sorry for kicking you back then! Can i borrow your time machine?" reverberated through the sudden silence. The girl in front of the classroom in the slutty dress looked kind of put out by that little scene. Layla, the future version who'd arrived on time and had secured a seat near the window to try and save herself the shame, was all too happy to let her be the new focus of attention. She sat in her chair, feeling the last sticky bits of sweat in the plumage dry themselves out. That was definitely not the best first impression to give to these kids. They did more around here then put a spider in your lunchbox, that's for sure.

Before Mr. Evans could even finish writing the problem there was already a student rising from her respective desk, eager to put a finish on the admittedly simple equation. "'Ah, yes. Go ahead then." Amethystia was allowed to finish the problem, her own equation going into far greater detail than was required, such detail in fact that the teacher was obliged to stop her after the construction of an admittedly correct but irrelevant graph. "Good, good, you may take your seat. Now, what about --" Mr. Evans was left unable to finish this sentence, a bell rung and the loud-speaker came on.

"Mr. Evans you are to report to the faculty lounge. Your class will be let out early."

With a silent nod, the teacher replaced the chalk against the black board, straightening his shirt before addressing the class. "As of now you have thirty minutes free before youre next period, gym. I hope you'll use it wisely." With this, the teacher turned and made his exit, leaving the class to chatter and quarrel among themselves.



In a dreadfully dark room, two voice communicated with one another in hissing snarls, occasionally their utterances breaking into a series of high-pitched drones and crackles. "Your failure almost gave us away. What happened?" The first voice spoke imperiously, anger clearly emanating in its tone. "The quantum matrix was destabilized, I've fixed it now." "Good, don't let it happen again. After all, everything is predicated on our keeping this a secret. . .

"Not gym class..." while Simon didn't have a problem with physical activity, he still hated gym class more then any other class. Why? Because of the gym outfits. The short skirts worn by girls showed off far too much skin for his liking (actually, he really liked how much skin it showed off...although that was really the problem). It was only made worse by how tight his gym shorts were. It made it impossible to hide his excitement from others, which was absolutely mortifying. What really made him nervous was the apparent confirmation that that girl really was flirting with him. 'I don't know how to deal with this' he sighed

As class was dismissed, Chad appeared in the center of the classroom, courtesy of Instant Transmission. He then proceeded to walk out of the classroom, closed the door, waited exactly three seconds, opened the door again and pimp walked back into the classroom, now wearing a pair of headphones with the volume turned up so loud that you could almost understand the Slipknot lyrics.

Satisfied with his fashionable lateness, Chad looked around the room before tensing his pectoral muscles, causing his black Parkway Drive shirt to explode into tatters, falling past his black-and-neon green Tripp bondage rave pants (with detachable chains and suspenders too short to actually be functional) and steel-toed black Doc Martin Tabi. There he stood, his long, black hair flowing in a non-existent breeze supplied by his own ki, his chest and 8-pack abs bare while the rest of his upper torso was covered in the jet black fur of a SSJ4 Dark Saiyan, his Saiyan tail sweeping back and forth before he opened his mouth to utter the most metal thing ever heard in all of time and existence.

"Brutal."

"I for one am looking forward to gym class I will be able to rock my modifide vershon of the gym uniform."
Evangelion groped simeon sexily, feeling his sexpack (becos hes so sexah).
"Im shore you will lick it."
She then pirouetted, and sashed out of the room (Evengaline is so purée, so the striper work is not sluty)

When she got to the girls' changing room, she presently took all her cloths of. Al da otter girls lookt @ her wif lust & some got eruditations (only dey wr gurls so dey didnt im not into futa). I put on my pink minidress dat was relay tite and almost perfectly shoed of my prize beasts It was also rly short & bearly covert Egalitarian's pantys. She put on pink gogo boats and made a camp poze like seramun.

"Oh...Okay, then...Bye Mr. Sensei..."

Bella was a bit happy that she didn't have to listen to any boring lectures or anything but she was still embarrassed cause the teacher's announcement basciilly menyt that she had arrived just in tome for class to end and that made her look more late. It didn't matter though cause she still looked cute cause she was so unfortunate. She had always been unfortunate, so this wasn't really new or anything, but at least on her first day of class at a new school, she didn't want to look stupid and now everyone was lauging at her probably. She almost cried, but she was a brave girl and sat down in a seat by the window cause they didn't have to go to gy yet and copied down what was writted on the bored. She was super smart, so she understood it all write away ithout any1 telling her what it was about cause she figured it out herself, she was always a quick lerner. Quicker than any1 at her old scholl so they wanted her to graduate but her foster parents didn't want to pay fro her college and then she was sent here.

After she wrote down te notes, she looked around the room and wandered if she would make any friends here. She didn't have a lot of friends at her old school because even though everyone liked her they were all fake friends and she knew they wouldn't care about her cause her sister would tell rumors about her t get her in trouble. She alost cried, but she wasn't like those wimpy goirls and she kept a calm expresson. "Maybe I can make some friends here. There has to be someone nice enough to like me" she said.

Reading the minds of everyone present, Chad realised that they were all headed for gym, possibly the easiest class for him since he was the strongest being in all existence and reality. The only problem was that he'd have to change into gym clothes, which he hated doing. Changing in a locker room full of dudes just seemed really gay, and even though Chad was Bi, he wasn't some homo.

To overcome this obstacle, he pulled on a backup black All That Remains shirt he grabbed from a portal he opened into a swedish metal apparel store, shapeshifter into his female form and went to the girls locker room to change. It suited Chad more because, while he was Bi, he always identified more as a lesbian. Standing in the locker room, he (now a she) stripped down completely nude and then used Instant Transmission to teleport home, got changed and teleported back. He'd just wanted to show of his awesome boobs anyway.

Noticing Evangelion similarly changing clothes, he grabbed a fedora from a neighboring universe, put it on, tipped it while saying "M'lady." and then began to float in place.

"Oh my god, what a slut!" Amethystia thought, but she didn't say. She was far too nice to ever say it. Instead she walked up to Simon, hoping he wasn't too addled from what Evangeline had done. "Hi there." She said softly, her voice conveying her sweetness and innocence, and also her hopeful crushy-ness. "I don't know my way around this school too well... could you show me how to get to gym class?" Technically a lie, as she had inherited a wealth of information with the onset of her omniscience, including the blueprints and maps of this school. She twirled a lock of purple-black hair around her finger and smiled shyly, knowing that her lavender-honey scent was wafting over Simon.

Truth be told, Simon enjoyed Evangelion groping him far more then he wanted to. So his mind was a little too addled to tell his body to leave right away. So it was only when a lavender-honey (the fuck is lavender-honey? What kind of bees add lavender to their honey, and how? I mean, honey is really just edible bee puke, so how would that work?) overwhelmed his sense of smell that he was brought out of his trance. "U-u-u-uh...okay" he squeaked, not able to do much else with both his stomach's, and sexual apatite so thoroughly wet. Getting up, he wordlessly led her in the direction of the gym, having no idea what to say. Her scent practically drugging him, his stomach started to growl. He was also sporting a raging stiffy that he was just barely able to hide. His face was flushed red as he walked with her by his side, and his eyes started to glaze over

Amethystia giggled sweetly. She didn't expect charming a boy to be so easy. Cautiously she reached her hand over to his and lightly twined her fingers through his, blushing slightly. "Could you remind me of what your name is? I think I knew it once, but since we're already such good friends, it would be a shame to not remember it." She giggled, feeling very weak-kneed. Surely this was love. Not just love, but true, deep, profound love, because never in her entire life had she felt anything like this before. In fact, she doubted very much that ANYONE in the whole UNIVERSE had EVER felt like this before, and a quick check of her memories of the entire universe's history revealed exactly nothing like it, so profound was this new love.