He looked short, a feminine appearance to say the least. Everyone had known that he could burn down the whole building if he had chose to. Yet, there he was, holding hands with a Hybrid and his, second, "Older Brother" as they walked to a table that was, ironically, located in the middle of the cafeteria. Seto's pale face was now burning with a bright, fiery red passion, almost as if he was going to pass out or explode. Kyle and Tyler, on the other hand, had seemed giddy about the situation and did not take note of the Sorcerer's feelings. Not like it would matter anyway, he already made the neural decision to go with them; no turning back now. So, with the embarrassment and unhappy emotions, Seto gritted his teeth, "Can you let go of me, now?"

"We're almost there, we don't want you to get lost in the crowd, after all!" Tyler chuckled, a happy-go-lucky expression planted on his face.

"Are you implying something?" Seto scolded.

"He's implying that you're short," Kyle snickered, "—your highness."

Ready to pounce, the two that held him bound let go at the upmost horrid timing. Seto growled, kicking Kyle in the groin—quite harshly to say the least. A snap was heard, followed by the fuchsia haired male plopping on the white, marvel floor silently screaming in pain. Tyler backed up, nervously laughing while rubbing the back of his, now sweating, neck. Seto had no hesitation to kick Kyle in the face, lightly, while muttering, "that's what you get, Komics."

"A-Anyway—" Tyler stuttered, strolling back to the brunet making a 'Please-Don't-Break-My-Balls' face, he continued his sentence, "this is where I sit, you'll figure out all of their names sooner or later. They're all pretty nice and welcoming, unlike Prince Solace."

Seto cringed at the name as he sat down in an empty chair at the table. Opening his notebook and taking out his purple pen from his hoodie pocket, he began to think. He figured he would finish his previous sentence on his first entry, then work on his second. All of this information about the supposed "Prince of Hybrids" was quite useful, yet frightening at the same time. His current power wasn't impressive, nor his skill with electricity. There was another elemental he couldn't identify, and it wasn't like he was going to know that anytime soon. With that in mind, however, his potential could be enormous with his second elemental in battle. That worried the Sorcerer.

Entry 02

I had already locked myself as a target among the Hybrids, for as I have beaten the supposed "Prince of Hybrids." Though the title would worry most Sorcerers, due to my own strengths and a petite list of weaknesses, we greatly differ with power, considering the fact that we both are Princes.

To start off, the male has blond hair that is bright and gelled at what seems to be around two or three inches in height. His height is around 5'9 - 5'11, which upsets me to say the least due to the fact that most males my age appear to have a great difference in height. His eyes are the color of crystals, or possibly brighter than the blue sky on a clear, sunny day in the Eastern Region. His voice is coarse, rough, and has an Australian accent to fit. It does suit his appearance quite well, and I can see him having an enhanced lifestyle with no worries due to his cockiness. His skin is tanned and, from what I could last remember, was covered in bruises, burnt marks, and scars.

In battle, it appears that he relies on regular fighting and electricity as an equal. He has a second elemental from what I could have sensed, but chose not to use it. A possibility was that he could have been holding back on me, but then again, from the beating I had given him, as well as his rank and title on this school, I expected no mercy. His physical strength is exceptional, and if we were not to use elementals I would lose to him, drastically. It appears he had known that because he decided to switch to fighting style rather than using his elemental. In the end, though, I won.

My classes were of no interest to me, they hold the equivalence to a normal Sorcerer School. The teachers vary in appearance and emotion, though, which surprises me.

I am currently in the c

Seto gritted his teeth as he turned, catching Brice's wrist with a loud smack! The two glared at each other, eyes locking and frowns both on their faces. Tyler stood there, face pale and frozen in horror. Kyle groaned, trying to sit up and stop the brunette from doing anything drastic. He stuttered, unable to speak because of his own pain. Tugging harshly on Seto's jeans, the gaze the two had didn't break, almost as if in a staring contest. After a few moments, Seto broke the silence, "is this your solution, deciding to forcefully shove my head down onto the table as I write? You are quite the aggressive person, Prince Brice Purton Solace, I have to admit." His words were laced with venom.

Brice lifted up his chin, forcing the brunet to look at him while gritting his teeth, "You don't know how much I'd love to snap your neck." Seto noticed a light pink tint planted on his face.

"And I'd love to wipe that idiotic smirk off your face." Seto hissed.

"Can you two stop arguing!" Tyler had yelled, interrupting the conversation. Zek quickly rushed into the scene, a frown planted on his face.

Kyle managed to shakily stand up, shoving the blond away from Seto. Protectively, he stood up and hugged the brunette, resting his chin on his head. Seto frowned, muttering under his breath as Kyle spoke for him. "What's your problem! Can you just leave my little brother alone, or is there something else!"

"Everything about him annoys me, I demand a rematch to regain my title!" Brice shouted while Zek held him back.

Seto gritted his teeth, shouting back, "Over my dead body you brat!"

"That can be arranged." Brice snapped, cracking his knuckles. Lifting his fist, he threw a solid punch towards the brunet's stomach.

Everything seemed to slow down.

Kyle let go of Seto to try to catch the fist, Tyler, along with his group of friends, were dashing to stop Brice any further, Zek tried to stop Brice.

It was all too late.

Seto received the punch in the stomach, hard. He toppled backwards onto the floor, holding his stomach in pain. It was almost as if he got stabbed, or the item he was stabbed it had gotten set on fire. He felt tears stinging his eyesight, and he felt the metallic taste of blood be spit out of his mouth. Brice smirked, strolling up to Seto, kicking his face. A crack! from bone was heard; Seto's nose was now broken. The disgusting dark red was now dripping out of his nose like a faucet.

With the little strength he had left, he dizzily stood up, coughing up more blood. He spoke, growling, "I-Is that all y-you got—?" he stopped, wheezing, "or a-are you holding b-back?" His words sounded slurred, almost as if he was a drunkard.

Brice growled once more, lifting up his fist as he was ready to throw another punch. Seto's eyes widened up in fear as memories of his past replayed in his mind. He clenched his eyes tightly, ready for impact. His eyes filled with tears that were soft, transparent, and fueled with his past fear as a child.

Seto gulped, backing up into a wall. His voice cracked as he sniffled, "I-I promise! I w-won't do it a-again!"

His Father growled, punching Seto harshly in the stomach. "You worthless child! Someone almost saw you!"

Seto toppled over into the wall, clenching his stomach in pain while coughing up blood. The dark red liquid slowly rolled down his pale face. Falling over into the pool of blood, his brunet hair was now soaking in blood and smelled of metal. His Father kicked at the Sorcerer again, yelling, "You're useless! You could have been born with better fighting skills! You worthless child! You're just like your worthless brother!"

"I-I'm s-sorry—!"

Seto's Father kicked him in the stomach again, the tip of his shoe piercing deep into his thin, pale stomach. Seto widened his eyes and continued to cough up more blood. His vision felt blurred, and his tears were building up and flooding down his face. Seto's Father clicked his tongue, then left him there to rot in the cellar. With the door slamming behind him as he left, it was dark, only the sounds of silence filling the air. Seto silently sobbed, wishing he was never born.

"H-Hybrids must h-have it e-easy—" he mumbled to himself, brushing his fringe out of his eyes.

He cringed at the memory as he felt another punch landing in his stomach. He opened his eyes, releasing the tears and letting them flow down his face. Kyle widened his eyes, kicking Brice in the leg, causing him to move to the side. The fuchsia haired male quickly ran to Seto, sitting him down while making his hands glow bright pink. Lifting up Seto's shirt to reveal multiple new and old bruises, along with bleeding scars and a burnt piece of skin to match, he quickly began to heal the brunet. Seto rested his head onto Kyle's chest, still crying and dripping blood, "t-thank you—"

"I've never seen you cry before," Kyle murmured. "Was it your Father that made you remember—"

"Don't remind me," Seto sighed, voice cracking as he frowned.

Tyler, on the other hand, was ready to fight Brice. Lifting his fist and dashing to the blonde, he punched him square in the jaw. Despite his size, he lifted him up by the shirt. He growled, voice booming, "Are you happy now? Did you get your revenge?"

Brice smirked, cocking his head, "Yes. I did."

Zek pushed the two away, "Arguing won't help us right now! Brice, apologize to Seto, now!"

"As if," Brice scoffed, turning away, "he should have saw it coming."

"Did you even hear Kyle?" Tyler spoke up, letting go of Brice. "Seto never cries! And the fact that you made him cry means that you are a prick!"

"I can live with that, unlike you!" Brice flicked his forehead, hard. Tyler held his forehead, growling.

"That's it!" Tyler screamed, but was quickly held back by a male adorned in gray.

"You're the one with temperament issues," Brice sneered, dusting himself off, "now if you'd excuse me, I'll be heading back to my table. Your obscurities interest me, Kaji, I just hope we can fight again."

Seto growled while Kyle stroked the brunet's hair. Brice snickered, signaling Zek to come with him as he turned around. Following behind, he mouthed the word "Sorry," then went back to the table. Tyler was still being held back by one of his friends, and the onlookers had went back to their normal doings. Seto's abdomen was in intense pain, but not as much as before. Clenching his fist, he spoke to Kyle.

"I swear, I will kill that 'Prince' if it's the last thing I do," Seto mumbled, frowning.