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This takes place in a mythos of mine. Doesn't explain much about it. The only info I'm giving is that it takes place in 8425 in a sky city tower, with a civil defence program that trains youth agents, rookies are usually around 13-14. They group up into teams of agents and fight against underground uprising operations that have mutants and magic and stuff. Kinda farfetched, but yeah. Wrote this a year or so ago, about three or so chapters.

Into the Real World

Graduation. Usually a time of celebrating. Rejoice. Huge ceremonies and parties afterward, a huge sense of pride. That's not what it was like at STF. For some it was exciting, but that's just them thinking so. All it meant for this agency was that it was time to get to work. But, of course, rookie agents looked forward to it, even after all the rigorous training... Actual missions would seem fun to them.

"I am so fucking glad..." A new graduate, dressed in tattered punk-clothes, walked with a former classmate down a hallway, both optimistic, "That I never have to deal with that fucking system ever again."

"I hear ya, Gantroy!" Followed by a chuckle.

"Three years," The vocal Jackal continued, "Three fucking years we were in that school, Danny!"

"It was only like... two, I think," His blue Margay friend kept himself modest.

"It felt like a hundred to me!"

For some, the academy seemed long and grueling, for some it seemed like it moved too fast. All precieved it as challenging, however.

"How did you like that final testing?" Danny lightheartedly ask, "Must have been hard if you crashed right after you got back to our room."

"It's the physical stuff, I'm a twig, and I can't change that." His eyes caught on a skating store as he spoke, "I mean, I've never ever gotten that tired that fast. Like when I used to be a skater, I'd be out for hours and never get tired."

"Working out wouldn't kill ya, Mike. You probably could have found time between classes to do that." Danny toyed with him, "But how about the class exams, though?"

"Easy as hell," Mike snapped, "I'm fine at that."

"I've seen some of your essays from before on 'exceeding expectations' boards around the halls.."

"I hate my writing," he dismissed the obvious compliment, "I'm better at math."

SpiriTechFox Civil Order Agency had an accelerated learning program for any young runaways and such wanting to become agents. In just two and a half years, with specialized learning methods, students quickly pick up knowledge that would take normal schools 12 years to teach, all while simultaneously training for combat situations, learning to fire guns, some martial arts skills, as well as being fit enough to meet certain specifics. If you took their final test and failed, it would take you until you have achieved mastery to be able to get out. Both of these boys had made a pact with each other when they first signed up that they would make it out on time. Although it was tough at times, they did.

"Oh, shit," Mike froze in the middle of the hustle-bustle in the tower halls, "We have to go find out what teams we got assigned to!"

"Oh, right!" Danny grinned, annother realization dawning on him, "You know what that also means?"

"What?"

"That whenever we're not doing missions, we'll be able to go out, meet up, and skate again. We'll actually have free time, Mike!"

Mike smiled, ready to laugh, showing his growing elation, "We have to find the desk."

So, they raced, to the elevator of course, that would take them to the floor with all of the administration and councils. The elevator pinged to that floor, opening its doors. The opening lobby was fairly bland. A large open waiting room, the perimeter lined with black chairs and couches, tables with potted plants and magazines scattered a bit closer in. There was an open doorway opposite the elevator. That would bring you to a much larger room, the sounds of office work and computers behind a wall seperator that also veiled them from view. In front of that seperator was a desk. Between that desk and that wall was a moderately bored receptionist. It was a matter of secconds from the elevator doors opening until Mike was right up to that front desk.

"We need to know what teams we're being assigned to!" He practically shouted into the front desk man's face.

"Oh, well now," The man was human, rare in the tower, and looked to be in his lower 20s, "You two seem eager. Let's try not to break the formula, ok, kids?"

Mike glared at him. Did this guy know anything? Any of what they went through to get here? Then again, how can he blame him if he didn't? He decided to keep it bottled up.

"First off, you're both young. So, I have to ask, do you have a diploma from here or anywhere?"

"From here."

"When did you graduate?"

"Ten minutes ago."

"Have your dimplomas on you?"

"No..." MIke looked to Danny, who shrugged, "No, we don't..."

"Well, well, well," The man went on, blandly sarcastic, "Can I get your names? Slowly, please? I know you're such eager beavers... or should I say, cat and dog... but let's keep things going smoothly."

"Michalis Peter Gantroy," Mike delivered, full of contempt, "And I'm a Jackal. Not a dog."

"Whatever," The guy shrugged him off, "Spell your first name again?"

"Mike... India... Charlie..." Phonetic alphabet was the bain of his existance. It was one of those memorization things he hated doing in his academy classes. He thought the names with letters were so stupid, and he especially hated going slow at a time like this... but he trudged through it, "India... Sierra..."

"Everything else is spelled how it sounds?"

"I'd guess so."

"Blue cat thing," The desk man finished his entry as he pulled up another tab on his touch screen, "Your turn."

"Daniel Joshua Kanapima."

"Spell that last name..."

So he did, slowly. After a bit of moving things around, the receptionist chuckled and looked at Mike.

"Birthday in a few days?"

"Yep," He nodded, content that some guy at a desk noticed for him, "I turn 15 on the 16th."

"Well," He gave them each a few forms, "These forms are contracts, they talk about getting assigned to teams. Since it's your first one, you're gonna have to get signatures from the guys you're joining, too. To see if they want to accept a rookie... we have to do that now."

They both skimmed through the contracts, finding places where they needed to sign and initial, and locating the Team's name.

"I'm going on Team Nimbus," Danny found his first, "How about you, Mike?"

"Let me see," Mike looked at where the team was on Danny's form, then found that spot on his, "I got..." Mike's eyes bugged wide open, "Team Nimbus!"

They immediately high-fived each other before their celebration was quickly interrupted.

"Great, you two love-birds can be together," The desk guy egged them on, "You're lucky Nimbus just got cut short two members. However, you still need them to sign you in."

"And where can we find them?"

"The joys of having the power to track everyone," He played with his touch screen behind the desk, finding the exact locations of the other agents. "Their names are Samuel and..." he squinted at the screen, "I think that says Rix. Right now... They're just walking into... Savage-gear Skating and Biking shop. First Mall floor. "

"Wait," Danny blurted out, "We're gonna be on a team with skaters?"

"Fuckin' Lucky!" Mike was equally as exited.

"Now go out there and fulfill those dreams of yours, kids!" The receptionist's blatant sarcasm actually striking amusement in the jovial duo. "And get the fuck out of administration!"

"I like you, reception guy!" Mike said as he backpedaled for the door, "Thanks for the help!"

Once again, they rushed out of the elevator as soon as they got to the first floor, then again running to the nearest map to find where the skate-shop was, then after memorizing it, running directly to the skate shop. Danny was out of breath by the time they got there, Mike... not really.

Mike, being as social as he was, went right up to whoever was there and asked them, "We're looking for two people named Samuel and Rix, and we know they're in this store. Would you happen to know who they are?"

Of course, just his luck, He got it right the first time.

"You do not call me Samuel," A scene-looking arctic fox poked Mike in the chest, speaking in a scratchy voice with a faint British accent, "I'm Skit. Got it?"

"Who are these two, Skit?" The other, supposedly Rix, asked.

"I didn't ask yet."

"We're two rookies... And we need your signature to sign us onto your team."

"You two are our replacements for Nimbus?" Skit stood a bit taller, really wasn't more than a few centimeters taller than Mike. Skit looked kind of glad to Mike. "Hmm... You guys look alright."

"How old are you both?" Rix asked, simultaneously investigating a deck he pulled off the wall.

"We're both 14," Danny told them, "Mike here is gonna be 15 soon, though."

"Heh," Skit's rhaspy voice made that one syllable seem so significant, "You two look like skaters."

"Fuck yeah, we are!" Mike blurted out, showing his enthusiasm, "That's all I fucking did before we got into the education thing. Same here with Danny."

"Give us your forms," Skit smirked at them, "You're both in."

Skit canvassed his person for a pen, before Rix handed him one to sign both of their forms on the nearest flat surface.

"I like your dedication, guys," Rix told them, "Usually kids call like says after they graduate to met up with the team they're going to be on. You guys actually tracked us down right away. Props for that."

Danny and Mike fist-pounded again when they got their forms back.

"Shit, more running around for you now, huh?" Skit told them. "I wrote my holo-band access number on the back of your sheet, Mike. When you get yours after turning that thing in, I'll send you the apartment number and entrance code. You can move all your shit from the academy into there. We might not be up there until late tonight, though."

After walking out of the store, Mike immediately spotted one of his former classmates, and one of his favorite sights... Stephanie Fourrure, a young cayote he had gotten to know quite well over his time in the accademy

"Hey, Mike!" She approached them, "Hey Danny!"

"Hi Steph!" " 'Lo, Steph..."

"You guys shopping?" She leaned to one side, smiling as she lowered a large tote bag she had to the floor to stand up straighter.

"No actually," Mike explained, "We just got signed into a team."

"Already?" She giggled, "Wow. It's only been like a half an hour since we got out of class..."

"Well, we got an apartment to ourselves now," Mike told her, "Do you still have to stay in your dorm for a night?"

"Probably, I'm finding out my team later today. Maybe tomorrow. I'm in no rush."

"You know..." Mike started excluding Danny from the conversation, now. "If you want to see what the apartments look like and stuff... you could come over later tonight..." He started breaking it up more so that he wouldn't seem to awkward asking that," I'm sure they won't mind. I mean, those two guys said they're gonna be out for a while."

"With both of you there?" She smirked, "I dunno, Mike, I get bad feelings about being in a room with you at night... Since last time."

"Ok, we got barged in on making out once," Mike admitted to what she was getting at, rolling his eyes, "That's not all I want to be around you for, and it's not like-"

"I get it." she interrupted, "I'm not afraid of you or anything, I'm sorry for bringing that up, it's just..." she tapered off, "you... I don't reallt know."

"Well, I just want to spend more time with you is all, just thought I'd offer that." He turned away slightly, signalling he was getting ready to walk off.

"I'll think about it, Mike." She kept a half-smile, moving in closer to at least hug him. As she backed off she made another remark with a smirk. "And, you know, if I'm not around, you got Danny." She smirked as she walked away, towards what looked like a group of friends in a nearby restaurant.

"That's not funny!" Danny shouted to her. They both remembered what she was talking about, a day off involving drugs and loneliness, when boredom brought those two somewhere in the realm of experimenting, when Stephanie broke in on them. Mike tried to keep that out of his memory, Danny couldn't help but find some value in remembering it.

It wasn't 10 seconds before another figure came up to them. A gold fox, wearing a red T-shirt with a cartoony skull on it, and denim shorts. His eyes almost glowed bright blue. He stood just shorter than Mike.

"You graduated today, huh Gantzy?" He spoke in a provocative tone, dificult to manage in his high voice. He seemed barely pubescent.

"Fuck yes I did." Gantroy leaned in a bit for emphasis and crossing his arms.

"Good," The fox spoke, "Because the tower is such a huge place, and it's just less of a chance of me running into your punk-ass."

"Great for you, cutie-pie," Mike smirked, "I'm gonna miss your training."

This character was a member of one of the highest ranking agent "Teams" in the Civil Defense Force. He went by "Agent M." When they were inactive, he'd help students with physical and firearm training in the accademy. Just his luck, most of the time he'd go down the days that Michalis would be in class, and be subject to his antics.

"I'm not going to miss you being a brat."

"I'm a brat?" Mike laughed, "You're like, what, 12?"

"I'm age-frozen, idiot!"

That dig was more cruel than he realized. M had numerous health conditions and injuries early on that would have harmed his growth pretty terribly. To save the risk of growing deformities during his long healing period, he volunteered to test a "Constitution + Telomere Stabalization" process that left him barely pubescent, forever an awkward pre-teen. This has been much of a frustration to him, no matter how much he's compensated for it, or how much it has benefitted him in the past.

"You still are hilarious."

"You know what?" The agent got closer to Mike's face. As close as he could possibly get, the air from his voice rustling the fur on Mike's face, "I think you, hotshot punkass skater-boy, I think you're gonna be big. I hope you get big. Because that one time when you fuck up a mission and are bleeding out onto the ground, trying to salvage your last moments of existence..." He bit off every word with his fangs, spitting them back even sharper, "I either want to be there or see the footage all over TV and the internet. I'd love it."

"You're gonna die before I do, crazy motherfucker..."

"I could kill you right now if I didn't feel like keeping my reputation."

And with that, he stormed off.

"Holy shit, Mike..." Danny stood by in awe.

"Whoa!" Rix and Skit walked out of the skateshop, "Isn't he from Team Thunder?"

"That's M," Mike grinned, feeling a sense of accomplishment from having M fuck with him in public, "I would torment him every fucking day that I could back when he volunteered to help for training sessions."

"Nice," Rix commented, "Well, we're going..." he pointed down the hallway, opposite the direction that Mike and Danny had to go, "That way. So we'll see you later."

That called for more running up to the desk, checking with the receptionist again, getting pointed into the place to get Holo bands. Once Mike and Danny got their address, they went back down to their old dorm, Packed up everything, and didn't think at all about saying goodbye to that school once and for all.

After they got into the apartment, which was pretty big and pretty gothically decorated, they went into the room with two beds that looked empty, and lie around and relax.

"Hey, Mike," Danny made conversation, staring into the ceiling, "What do you think this is gonna be like? Doing this for the rest of our lives?"

"Fun as hell," Mike was in the same position, "Exciting at least."

"Do you think it still will be a few years from now?"

"There's always something new..."

"Yeah. That's true. But what comes after all of this whole "strange phenomenon" thing gets shut down? No more monsters and no more terror... It probably won't get more interesting than that..."

"It's the thing with yin and yang," Mike had his own explanation for everything. That was one of his best traits; although he was an unruly punk, he was incredibly smart, and always knew the right thing to say about anything. "If this world gets too good, then something really bad and really awesome is gonna come and fix that."

"Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"You have answers to everything, don't you?"

"There's one thing I want to have an answer to..." Mike sat up, making the subject more playful, "And that's 'What is there too eat around here?' I'm hungry as hell."

It was just past Noon, now, so of course Mike and Danny raided all compartments in the house for food they could make quick, until they found a stash of instant ramen noodles and the like in the highest cabinet there was.

"Think they'd mind if we took two?" Gantroy slyly and rhetorically asked himself as he carefully slid some out of the stacks, making sure not to let it topple over.

"I'll take the yakisoba stuff," Gantroy organized, "So you put yours in first since it doesn't take as long."

Even in the future, when technology had made leaps and bounds... They still had to keep some limitations for people. The main ones being food preparation. Of course, someone had figured out how to make food practically appear out of nowhere; but to keep gluttony down, and at least put some form of effort into preparation, Microwaves were still used. Not only that, but microwavable food was still cheap and mediocre.

"Hey Mike," Danny still kept questioning as they waited for his water to boil, "What do you think we'll be like after doing this for a few years?"

"I'll be the same," Mike told him, leaning back onto the counter, "Punk for life."

"Think we'll still be friends? You know, going from classmates to working together?"

"Maybe we will, maybe we won't," Mike let his eyes glaze over, then focusing on the time on the microwave, just running out. Danny took his out and let Mike start his.

"I hope we will," Danny said, venting steem from an instant noodle cup before poking at it with a fork, "Even if we were on different teams, I'd still kind of miss you."

"We'd still be able to meet up," Mike went back to leaning.

"Well, miss having you around all the time. I kind of look up to you."

"You're getting kind of corny, now..." He opened a fridge to find they had stocked up on soda. He pulled one out and slammed it as his feline follower continued.

"I mean, everything you ever did back at the academy was epic. I'd never get the courage to pull stuff like you did!" Danny tried to bring up some examples as Mike cracked open his soda and started drinking, "Like, mishandling guns to scare the trainers, fucking with the rules of every sport we'd play, going on 5 minute mind-fuck sessions with teachers, jacking off in the shower rooms while everyone watched...."

"Antics are over," Mike cut him off as he set the can down, laughing a bit, soaking in his own reputation, "Not much room for fucking around now. We're out of school."

"You still better find stuff to fuck with," Danny told him, "That's who you are, I love you for that."

"You love me?" Gantroy played with his words, smirking at him and glancing back at the time. Still a minute to go.

"You know what I mean."

"Oh, I've known what you meant ever since that one time when we bought that stuff from Ricky and you decided to-"

"I already heard that today, Gantroy." Danny always found his friend's last name was very easy to work into a snarl when he wanted to be serious..

"You said you liked it when I fucked around," He smiled his sly, almost seductive looking smile, "That's what I'm doing."

Mike pulled out his noodle bowl, as Danny's just cooled off enough for him to tolerate eating it. After they both ate, there wasn't much to do but for them to raid the TV and play video games, which they never got to do back at the academy.

"What are you gonna get when we start earning money?" Danny didn't let up on his questioning.

"Damn, I didn't even think of that," Mike lost a bit of focus in his on-screen character as he thought to answer Danny's question, "First I'm probably gonna get a new skateboard."

"Same here."

"Then maybe a laptop."

"That's a jump."

"I need something to look at porn on," Mike chuckled, "The dorm room had a computer."

"Whenever I'd go on that thing," Danny said, "There's be a bunch of like yaoi fanfiction open."

"That was probably Ricky," Mike turned the blame away from him, then turned it back around, "But hey, at least it was right there for you!"

"Shut up..."

The rest of the day was still talk of what the future would hold for them. They also went on and off with gaming, and even habitually went to their rooms at the same time they always had to at the academy... Then realized they didn't have to go to sleep just yet. So at 1 AM, when the other two came home, the rookies were still gaming, in the dark, both of them in their underwear.

"You kids seem at home," Skit joked as he walked in, seeing the bright colors from the screen splashing onto all of the walls of the apartment and squinting his eyes.

"Hey," Gantroy gave a half-assed greeting, "We ate some of your ramen stash."

"That's what its there for," Rix joked, "We make enough money to cover that."

"We'd love to join you two," Skit held his head as if getting a headache from the flashing colors, "But I'm tired as hell."

"Ditto," Rix added. Both of them retreated to their bedroom. It wasn't long before Mike and Danny got tired enough to do the same. There was still one last conversation.

"Tomorrow's our first full day of being in a team," Mike croaked in a half-asleep voice.

"I wonder if we'll get a mission tomorrow."

"Doubt it," Mike rolled over, "If we do, I at least want to have enough time to take a shower."

"Same here," Danny said, "But before you, because I know you do more than just washing up."

"So do you." Mike laughed, "Goodnight, Danny..."

"Love you, Mike," That's how danny had always said "goodnight" for the past year and a half. Not just to Mike, but to all of his room-mates.

"I love me, too." And that's how Mike had always answered.