✔Oddball Oneshots [And scenarios]

🦅Napoleon Bonaparte {Goodnight} [IkeVamp]

Hah, I'm not dead, not yet!! :P So here's one.

Modern Highschool AU!! :D

I kind of went off-track and i don't know what hell this idea spawned from, but whatever.

Enjoy!!
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"Y/N, I want you to go and find Napoleon. He's missing class yet again. Now go, now."

I sigh. Napoleon's the 'beloved' class representative. He just seems like a good leader. I see his brother, Jean, in the back and I sign to him the letters 'E', 'H', 'L', and 'P' and the number '3' as I put my things in my bag and head out the classroom.

Napoleon and Jean look nothing alike, but are still related somehow. I really have no clue as to how DNA works. I really need to pay attention to my Science class.

As I'm walking through the empty halls, I hear talking not too far away. It seems to be a big group of people.

Although Napoleon's very dear to the school, being well-known puts targets on your back. As a result, Napoleon gets pulled into fights often. Usually, Jean would be nearby to help him out, but I'm just your above average student.

But I do know more than one language. I think.

Being a friendly acquaintance with some of school's biggest role-models both good and bad, really earned a few targets on my back as well.

I hate feeling weak, but I need to find my classmate.

I round the corner and see three boys towering over Napoleon. He made no move to fight back. I knew he could easily overpower them, so I don't really understand why he's in the position he is in now.

Then again, he does have a respectful reputation to uphold.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? You should be in class." I say, making my presence known.

"Y/N, don't-" He's kicked back to the ground.

"Oh shut it. You have the looks, but not the guts. Are you really so weak you need your girlfriend to help you out?"

"I assure you, we can come to an agreement-" He's kicked aside, his back hitting the lockers on the side with an audible thud.

The three turn their attention to me. Little did they know, I armed myself while they weren't looking with mechanical and standard wooden pencils.

Yes, fear me.

Two of the guys, who I recognize from my History class head towards me. The other one, from my music class, is quietly whispering something to Napoleon.

Although we both don't get along as well as rumors say, we're still friends. Aren't we?

"Little lady, there's nowhere for you to run."

"Whoever said I wanted to run away from this? I know you're faster than me. Of course, speaking generally in speed. But you'll never best me in close-range combat." I raise my fists in front of my face, my jacket sleeves just high enough to conceal the pencils. "..I was taught by the best."

"Really, now? What a joke. No wonder you don't have any friends."

"Me? No friends? Are you hearing yourself? Maybe you're projecting your frustration onto me, and that is impolite, mister."

"So what? You're defenseless, and us predators are gonna hunt. You. Down."

"Tsk. That's more of a turn off since its you." We hear strained laughter coming from the floor. Napoleon regained consciousness, and this is the exact distraction I needed to gain the upper hand.