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"This is such a waste of time."
"Oh come on, Kilian! It's a chance to get a Stella Star! Besides, P.E. is always a super fun class!"
"I disagree."
Anya, Becky, and Kilian all stood together amongst their classmates, dressed in their physical education uniforms and ready to get the class started.
It was Class 3, Cecile Hall, vs Class 4, Wald Hall.
The P.E. teacher was apparently out for the day, so Mr. Henderson was in charge for the day.
Kilian almost felt bad for him.
The little boy was considering setting up an illusion and running off to go ask Diona another question, but he figured that Anya would screw something up if he was absent.
"Wait, you don't even want the star?" Anya inquired curiously and Kilian shook his head with a sigh.
"Nope, I can earn them with my academics." he grumbled, "I might just sit this one out today."
"Nope!" Kilian jumped when Becky grabbed him by his shoulders and shook him with a gleeful look, "You'll be participating today! Whether you like it or not!"
"Ugh..."
'Ian is good at a lot of stuff, and Becky won't let him walk away.' Anya thought as the boy continued to complain despite deciding not to walk off, 'I can do this. I'll get that star and help Papa!'
As Anya was having her main character moment, Damian and his two goons were approaching. Kilian immediately went into "wtf do you want" mode, and his wary expression looked more like a threatening one.
Emile took one look at the glowering boy and bit his tongue before he could say something rude to Anya.
"What do you want?" Kilian demanded, "I'm way too tired to deal with you buffoons today, you know?"
"Hey! Who do you think you're callings goon?!" the boy with the tall hair, Ewen, demanded.
"Let me rephrase." Kilian sneered, "I believe the circus lost a couple of their clowns. You three should head back, I'm sure they're missing you."
"Watch your mouth, peasant!"
"I don't take orders from clowns."
"Ugh, I can't believe we have to be on the same side as these buffoons..." Becky huffed before giving Kilian a bright smile, "How about we go see if Class 4 will let us join them?"
The boy's face went blank, "I'd rather just sit out."
"No, no, you can't do that!"
Kilian let out a groan as Becky began to drag him and Anya away, Damian and his two buddies heading off in the opposite direction all dramatic like.
'What an ugly attitude, no wonder this kid's Dad doesn't like him.' Kilian thought with a scowl.
Despite his mean thoughts, Anya could tell that Kilian still wasn't being honest. Sheesh, he told a lot of lies.
"Ian lies to himself a lot."
"Shut it, Anya."
Mr. Henderson blew his whistle before exclaiming, "Everyone! Line up! As Coach Bobby is out sick today, I'll be serving as referee in his place. I expect you all to behave and play with elegance!"
"Yes sir!" all the children chorused.
'I want lunch.' Kilian thought, longing for the lunch which y/n had worked so hard to make and pack for him.
Anya's eyes sparkled as she read his mind, marveling at the lunch Kilian was thinking of, 'Yummy food...!'
Kilian somehow noticed and his gaze snapped towards her as he gave her a glare, causing her to look away quickly and whistle innocently.
Another blow of the whistle and the volleyball fell into Class 3's possession, in the hands of Damian.
The gray eyed boy wasn't really interested, letting out a long yawn as Damian threw the ball as hard as he could.
There was a twack which followed.
Not the twack of a ball hitting a student, but the twack of the ball being caught. That caught Kilian's attention, and he was horrified at the sight of the whole GROWN MAN STANDING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COURT.
That wasn't a six year old, that was a 🚚ing grown 🍑 retired soldier trained in guerrilla warfare who went to the gym every morning and afternoon and ate concrete for breakfast!
Dude's face was built like a brick, and the nerdy 🍑 glasses he wore did nothing to make him any less intimidating.
"What the fu—"
"NO WAY THAT GUY IS A KID!!!" Becky cried, drowning out Kilian's exclamation of disbelief.
"Oh no, that guy is Bazooka Bill!" Ewen shouted.
Kilian frowned, "Bazooka Bill???"
"He was a super early bloomer both physically and mentally!" Ewen explained, "He's been dominating all the sports tournaments he's been in since nursery school!"
"Are you sure he's not on steroids or something?"
"NURSERY SCHOOL HAD TOURNAMENTS?!!"
...
"Nah, I'm done." Kilian mumbled, attempting to wobble away only for Becky to grab him and drag him right back.
"You're not going anywhere!"
"Hnngh..."
"You might want to lose the glasses, old man. I'd hate to see 'em break!" Damian sneered, clearly a little baffled by this kid's inhuman physique.
"Chairman Desmond's son is concerned about me, what an honor. But there's no need to worry. I won't be getting hit." Bill replied, pushing up his glasses,
"Hits above the shoulders don't count anyways."
Kilian was looking for an opening to escape only for a rush of air to whoosh past him and Becky as four of their teammates were all struck out at once by the ball the boy threw.
A... A quadruple hit?!
'Is that even allowed?!'
"That's crazy! A hit like that would kill me!" Becky protested as Kilian silently stared at the kids who had been struck out.
"Don't worry. I go easy on girls." Bill replied simply.
"Hmph! The way you said that pisses me off!"
Becky threw the ball at Bill, it was a rather weak 🍑 throw, and the giant kid caught it effortlessly only to toss it right back.
Before it could hit her, Kilian stepped into its path and let it smack him in the face, watching with an unconcerned expression as it uselessly fell to the floor and rolled off.
There was a blow of the whistle from Mr. Henderson, "Foul! No head shots allowed! The ball is now on class 3's possession! Young Watkins, another shot above the shoulder and you're out!"
"Woah... Ian got us the ball!" Anya chirped.
"Kilian? Did you step in front of the ball to save me?" Becky breathed, eyes sparkling as Kilian turned around to face her, rubbing his face a bit.
'I was actually trying to get out so I wouldn't have to play anymore, but I'm not gonna tell her that.' the boy decided before replying blankly, "Sure."
He let out a yelp of complaint when Becky grabbed him and pulled him into a death hug, thanking him over and over while he stood there suffering.
"Ian is still lying to himself."
"Enough, Anya."
'I see, so that's Kilian Briar. I've heard that his test scores have been nothing short of perfect.' Bill thought, catching Anya's attention, 'He'll likely be a problem. I should aim to get rid of him first.'
'Ah! Gotta save Ian!' Anya realized.
The game continued, Damian and his little buddies doing these weird combo attacks which had absolutely no effect on Bill who returned each attack with a ridiculously powerful throw of his own.
He was targeting Kilian, yes, and the boy was actively trying to get hit, but random girls in the class kept blocking him and pushing him out of the way.
"What'd you do that for? That really looked like it hurt-!" Kilian demanded, peering down at one girl who'd been hit.
"It's because... I'd hate to see you hurt."
Anya, Becky, and Kilian all gave the girl weird looks as she got up and returned to the sidelines with a little smile.
'Who even is she???' Kilian wondered, 'I don't know any of these girls yet they're acting all weird towards me!'
"Looks like you're really popular with girls." Becky commented while the boy only sighed in response.
"Anya doesn't think Kilian likes girls very much."
"You'd be correct." Kilian grumbled.
"Oh yeah? Well how come you hang out with us?" Becky challenged as Kilian began wandering off.
He paused, then shrugged, "That's because you two aren't annoying. You're nice to be around, actually."
"I—" Becky stood there for a long moment before scowling, "Hey! Don't think you can sweet talk me into letting you run off, get back here!"
Just as Kilian and Becky ran past a bewildered looking Damian, Bill took the opportunity to attempt to strike the boy with the hall only for Emile to dive in its path and take the ball to the gut.
"Emile!" Ewen cried, rushing over to the boy to check on them while Becky and Kilian paused their bickering to watch.
Next thing they knew, Ewen was diving in front of Damien to intercept yet another thrown ball.
"Imagine." Kilian scoffed and pouted when Becky pat his head with a cheeky little grin on her face.
"You're such a hypocrite."
Kilian perked up at the use of the word, and begrudgingly allowed himself to be dragged back over to Anya.
'Hm, I learned something new.' Anya decided, 'To get Kilian to listen, I've gotta use big words!'
Kilian glanced at the bill boy, glanced at his eyes, then followed them to where they were trained on Anya's feet. Should he warn her...? Nah. The quicker everyone got out, the quicker they could leave.
Besides. She had telepathy anyways.
'I'll aim for the pink haired girl first.' Anya looked to Bill in alarm, 'I'll aim for her feet!'
Of course, Anya screwed up and jumped before Bill threw the damn ball. Thankfully? He was a dumb🍑 six year old and couldn't put two and two together.
'Wh...What? How did she know to jump before I threw it?' Bill wondered, 'Did she somehow read my attack?'
'Nah. She's too dumb.' Kilian thought, ignoring the look of shock he received from Anya in return.
As soon as Bill got ahold of the ball again, he decided to make another attempt, 'Okay... I'll aim for her right arm!'
Anya dodged.
'Her left!'
She dodged.
Bill gritted his teeth out of frustration as he thought, 'Fine, I'll have to use my secret move!'
Broski got the ball again and threw it with such incredible force that Kilian wondered if it would kill whoever made impact with it. Yeah, he'd wait for another turn to try to get himself out...
Super Slider Shot was the name of the move, made especially for targets who liked to jump around.
Except Anya didn't jump around.
She stayed in place and it flew right past her.
The boy began to tear up.
'Impossible! None of this makes any sense!!! She's reading all my moves and knows exactly where the ball will go! Who is this girl?!' Bill wondered is despair.
"Huh, you're actually pretty good at this." Damian commented to which Anya smirked with a soft, "Heh."
"Careful, Anya! You're almost out of bounds!" Becky warned, clinging to Kilian's ankle as he stubbornly laid on the ground.
Anya flinched and stumbled, falling flat on her belly as a result of trying to remain within bounds.
"Idiot, get up!" Damian snapped as Bill grabbed the damn ball again, preparing to obliterate the poor girl.
'It doesn't matter how good you are... nobody can dodge laying down!' Bill thought before throwing the volleyball with all his strength, "DIE!!!"
Yeah, that was definitely gonna kill Anya.
Kilian could already hear her god awful crying and cringed, not wanting to deal with that. He was too tired!
He looked to Damian, 'You do it. Coward.'
Kilian's silent attempt at antagonizing the kid didn't work, but Damian did feel a sudden immense pressure.
In the end, broski jumped in front of Anya and attempted to catch the ball of death *volleyball* which had been thrown at the telepath.
Didn't work, mf dropped it.
"That's a hit!" The whistle blew and Damian dropped to his knees in defeat, clearly devastated by this.
Everyone stared in shock, but Damian's two buddies were the ones to break the silence, "Boss, what are you doing?!"
"H-Huh?!" Damian seemed shocked, his surprise giving way to despair, "Oh no... my Stella star!"
"You protected me?" Anya murmured, staring at Damian owlishly, "Are you actually nice?"
"N-No! He was just picking us off one by one, so I tried to get him out by catching the ball!" Damian reasoned.
Kilian coughed, "That's bull."
Damian stormed away, "Hmph! Well, it's just you now. Don't screw this up? Okay?"
Anya got up with a determined look as she picked up the ball, 'Right. The future is in my hands now.'
Kilian blinked, 'What was that dramatic music I heard on the radio the other day...? I think it went something like...'
The dramatic music coming from Kilian's thoughts set the scene as Anya remembered her training with her super cool assassin Mom and grabbed the ball.
'I have to use all my momentum...' Anya literally kicked up her entire leg, Kilian was surprised she didn't fall flat on her back, 'I need to use the force of my stomp and the motion of my hips...!' Anya stamped a foot on the ground as she swerved, 'And use them to fill my hands with... uh, whatever!'
'ANYA STAR-CATCH ARROWWW!!!!'
Anya threw the ball, the sheer power and force scaring the 💩 out of Bill only for the girl to throw the ball straight into the ground.
It was a good throw. But it bounced uselessly to the ground since she threw it directly down instead of forward.
Bill caught it, and threw it right back at Anya.
She was hit, and the whistle blew.
"That's game!"
"Uh, no it's not!"
Class 4, and all of Class 3 who were on the sidelines looked over to where Becky was still holding onto Kilian's ankle while the boy laid on the ground.
Kilian turned his head to stare at the other class.
"Oh, yeah, we're still here!"
'Since when? I forgot that those two were even here!' Bill thought in alarm as Kilian begrudgingly got up.
'Ugh... I tried making us invisible but the illusion gave way as soon as Becky spoke.' Kilian thought irritably, 'I think I might throw up...'
"Let's win this, okay Kilian?" Becky exclaimed and the boy could only nod once, one more word from throwing up right there on the court.
And so the game continued.
Becky threw first, and the ball struck a kid in the gut. That was one kid down, and seven more to go!
Becky threw again, the kid tried to hop out of the way but mistook one of Kilian's illusions for the real thing whcih resulted in the kid hopping right into the real ball's path!
Six more.
Then five.
Soon, it was just Bill facing off against Kilian and Becky. Becky seemed hyped up, but Kilian felt as though he were seconds away from throwing up.
'I don't think I can go on any further...' Kilian thought, on the verge of tears as the nausea intensified, 'I really overdid it this time-! But I really don't wanna throw up here!'
"Now it's just Bill left!" Becky breathed before offering Kilian the ball, "Do you want to do the honors?"
Kilian wore an oddly intense look as he nodded once.
"Woah... you must really wanna beat him."
'I want to go throw up.'
Kilian accepted the ball, an nauseous look on his face before he glanced at Bill with a fierce gaze.
Bill flinched and backed up a little, 'What an intense look! What immense killing intent! This kid must be...!'
Anya blinked, 'Ian is...'
'Super strong!' 'Really constipated.'
"Y...You should do it..." Kilian mumbled, shakily offering the ball back to Becky, "...might die..."
(WHY TF DID I TYPE PAIMON?!)
'I MIGHT DIE?!' Bill internally shrieked.
"No, no, you should do it!" Becky urged.
Kilian groaned, 'May as well...'
He threw the ball, slipped, and fell flat on his face. It was so shocking that Bill still got hit, and the game was over.
TWEEEEET!!!
"That's game!!!"
"Ian! We did it!"
"BLERRGHHHHHGHH!!"
"OH MY GOD, HE'S THROWING UP!"
"SOMEONE GET THE NURSE!"
'Just kill me now.'
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