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Roan Academy, the very elite under the elite.
It was an Academy which had been there for a very long time. Its rather famous name was internationally known by many countries and lots of foreign students wanted to visit the British Academy, even though it was a boarding school.
Too bad, that Roan Academy only accepted three kinds of students – the very elite with lots of money and famous parents with influence, smart students which were also seen as prodigies and very talented people in sports.
As people didn’t have to be intelligent in order to be a smart person, the Roan entrance exam focused more on the individuals. Of course it also had a very hard entrance exam which was said to be harder than the one from Harvard. No one go a 100% there, as of now.
Alberu Crossman exchanged looks with Choi Han, the president of the martial arts club, before looking at his vice-president, then back at the document in front of him.
It was given to him by the principal Eruhaben who had had a smile on his lips while giving him the papers. ´It´s an interesting one this time´, were his words.
“Is this real?”
Alberu´s question made the vice-president of the student council laugh, but he didn’t answer his student council president. Choi Han took the papers while he shook his head.
“Cale Henituse…I´ve never heard of him, but that doesn’t mean anything. He is a foreigner, so that´s to be expected.”
“Hm, but I can´t find anything about a Cale Henituse in the internet. Though, the Henituse family is one of the three richest families in South Korea. Google says that the Henituse family has three children, one Basen, one Lily and one name isn’t known. There is also no social media account or anything like that.”
The vice-president put away his phone as he found it to be very mysterious. Normally, if he googled any name, a social media account would pop up but Cale seemed to be non-existent. It was more than just strange.
“Haaa, my poor life.”
Alberu looked one last time at the document. Cale Henituse, sixteen years old, 5´8 feet tall/173 cm in height (rather tall for a Koran but on the smaller side in Great Britain), 100% in every taken test.
Either he cheated and bought his grades or he was indeed a genius. But if he was, he would have been indeed perfect. The picture that was copied on the paper and showed the boy seemed to be made half-assed, as if he didn’t care about it at all. Still, he looked handsome. No, handsome wasn’t the really right word, he was stunning and beautiful. His wild red hair that looked like he had just woken up went well with the simple caramel hoodie he wore. His reddish-brown eyes looked sleepy and he had small rings under his eyes, as if he wouldn’t get enough sleep. But they were too small to be noticed. The blood-red hair was on the longer side and went a bit past his shoulders. His appearance made it seem as if he wasn’t really aware that this photo had been taken, as it was not something one would wear to make a photo.
Alberu noticed the narrow looking shoulders. The boy was on the thin side…on the very thin to be more precise.
But beside that he seemed perfect. And something perfect couldn’t exist in this world after all. There were bound to be some flaws.
“Let´s just wait and see. Choi Han, would you want him in your club?”
Choi Han took the picture out of Alberu´s hand and glanced at the boy. He thought that the boy looked cute and sweet, he had to work hard in order to suppress his blush. Then he looked at his stature.
“He looks weak.”
He couldn’t really help it as he bluntly spoke the truth. Alberu let out a deep sigh once more.
“And?”
Choi Han already knew that this boy wouldn’t be able to keep up with him. His instincts were telling him and he had learnt to trust them.
“As you said, Council President, let´s wait and see. Who knows, maybe he´s a jackass and dumbass, who knows?”
Alberu found the vice-president´s words to be ridiculous. Did someone as small and weak looking like that made the impression to be a jackass?
Alberu sighed once more. Yes, let´s just wait and see.
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Ron Molan readied the lemon tea which he prepared every morning for his young master-nim as he finally decided that it was time to wake him up. He then entered the dark room in which Cale Henituse was sleeping and opened the curtains, after what the sun immediately shone into the room.
Currently, the oldest son of the Henituse family was staying in the Henituse Residence in Great Britain. Today was the day Cale and his loyal butler Ron Molan would leave the Residence to Beacrox and Hans, two servants of the family, and go to the dorms of the Academy.
As Ron turned around he could see that Cale was already sitting in the bed. He had laid his head on his knees and breathed hectically, though he was trying to calm his breath. Ron´s benign smile faded as if it hadn’t ever been there before and he remembered the incident which occurred in Cale´s last High School back in Korea.
“Good morning young master-nim.”
Ron approached Cale in order to support his body so he could sit more comfortable.
“Ron.”
Cale´s voice was quiet but loud enough for Ron to hear. Even though the old man was already in his late sixties, his senses weren’t human.
“Yes, young master-nim?”
Ron handed Cale the tea cup which Cale accepted while frowning. He didn’t like this sour tea one bit.
“As you´re coming with me to the dorms, I wish that you don´t tell anyone about my condition, understood?”
Now Ron´s smile faded once more and the vicious look in his eyes became more present. Cale, who wanted to shiver, ignored it as well as his desire to shiver. He got a bit scared by his loyal subordinate who cared more for Cale than both would ever admit.
Ron wanted to shake his head as Cale already spoke.
“I know Ron, I promise that I´ll take care of my body properly. After school I´ll return to the dorm either way, so it won´t be so dangerous. Just don´t tell anyone.”
Cale shuddered. At his last school, his father had made sure that anyone knew of his weak body and his illness. Even though all the students respected him and talked to him respectfully, they kind of behaved around him as if he could die by any false move they made. As if he was handicapped and they pitied him. The only friend he made was also the only person who acted different and didn’t see him as a “lesser” human just because of the illness. But this was all in the past now.
Ron let out a deep sigh before he nodded and his benign smile returned as if it had never vanished in first place.
“As young master-nim wishes.”
Ron then handed Cale the tea which made Cale frown even more. He still drank the tea though. Ron then handed him the pill he needed to take twice a day. Cale didn’t like taking it, but else his body wouldn’t be able to last the day. He probably would faint and before too long he would be in a life-threatening coma.
“Young master-nim, I´ll prepare a bath for you. Young master-nim´s school uniform is already in the bathroom. Please hurry, as it is almost time to depart.”
Cale nodded as he got out of bed. As every morning, he felt a bit dizzy and had a light headache, but nothing serious, as he knew it was caused by the pill he took. It would go away during the day. He then went to the bathroom to wash all the sweat from his pale skin. He sighed. It was just seven in the morning, normally the boy slept till noon. This was the reason he hated school and loved vacation. He could then slack off, just as he wanted.
Cale heard the meowing of his two cats On and Hong which he had taken under his wing after finding them half-starved on the streets. Cale then stood up and looked in the mirror. His beautiful blood-red hair looked exactly like his mother´s. He remembered her gentle touch and lovely expression whenever she looked at him. Yes, she had been a wonderful woman before she died in a car accident in which she had protected the six-year old boy ten years ago. Cale still had a scar on the left side of his abdomen because of the metal stick that pierced through his mother and him.
He put his hand on the not too small scar as it had the same size as his hand.
Cale then turned around and ignored the nagging feelings as he put on his typical stoic expression together with the black school uniform. It was a school uniform that fit his small body perfectly. The cream colored vest that he put over his white shirt felt strangely warm and comfortable.
He then put his hair together and exited the bath room. He headed down the residence and walked to the entrance, where Ron welcomed the young teenager. He knew that Cale would use the little time he had as an excuse to not eat, and so Beacrox, Ron´s son and the master chef who willingly followed the young master to Great Britain, packed him a little breakfast-package.
Ron handed Cale the paper bag and then pulled the young master´s school bag over his shoulder. It was heavier than he expected and he didn’t like it one bit. He exchanged glances with the head butler Hans who held Cale´s two kittens. Cale just sighed as he took out a cookie from the paper bag and began to eat it.
Beacrox´ cookies truly were the best.
The black Rolls Royce that was one of the Henituse´s cars was parked in the forecourt and was waiting for the young master to head in. The driver was a black man that looked like the soulmate of the black car. He had lived his whole life in Great Britain and worked for the really rich Henituse family since he had become a college student to pay his bills. After, he decided to stay as the Henituse family payed better than most cooperation and the head hadn’t even visited once.
“Good morning, young master-nim.”
The Korean of the driver was pretty bad and Cale just sighed as he exchanged glances with Ron.
“You can speak in English.”
Cale spoke very well in English, almost as if he was a native speaker himself. You couldn’t hear his Korean accent – or any accent at all. The driver was very surprised. He had been given the information that Cale had never even once visited another country beside France, and even though he knew Cale could speak English rather well, he hadn’t expected that he could speak as if he had been born here.
“Y-yes.”
The driver hated himself that he had stuttered while talking to the sickly looking teenager that gave off and incredibly pressure-full aura.
“My name is Will, and I am happy to be your driver.”
Cale just nodded as Will opened the door for Cale to sit in. Ron gave Will his benign smile as he followed Cale inside the car and sat down right next to the young boy. After Will closed the door he excitedly headed to the driver´s seat and started driving to Roan Academy.
Back in the days, he remembered how he had wanted to attend the famous academy and how he failed the entrance exams because they were simply too difficult to understand. All the more the admired the young teenage boy who managed to get in without any effort at all. He was truly a genius. He had a very bright future waiting for him!
Well, if his anemia wouldn’t cause him any more problems than already that is…
Cale sighed as the car started to move and he looked out of the window. He remembered how his mother always talked about how beautiful Great Britain, Manchester to be more precise was. Jour Thames, Cale´s mother, was born in Manchester. It was her hometown. She too had tried to get into Roan Academy, but she failed. It wasn’t because she was stupid, but more because she met Deruth Henituse and had other matters in her mind. She then moved with him to Korea and got married. After, she was pregnant with Cale.
It was the reason why she visited Manchester with the young Cale when he was just five years old. Jour Thames´ parents were dead and thus she didn’t come here very often. Still, her hometown was her hometown.
Manchester was truly a beautiful town.
“…master-nim. Young master-nim!”
Cale turned around at the sudden call and stared at Ron who smiled benignly as always.
“You should eat. We´ll be there in approximately ten minutes.”
Cale nodded as he ate another cookie. He looked outside once again. Ron sighed. He remembered what had happened four years ago better than anyone else. The years after Jour Thames´ death were hard, extremely hard. But no one´s pain could even hope to be compared with the young child´s.
Even worse was that no one noticed it until it was too late.
Cale had stopped eating with twelve and fainted weekly, which was the reason Deruth had forced him to go to the doctor. Never ever had he thought that Cale could have a serious disease like anemia in its latter stages. It was strange that no one noticed anything. Even though Ron did, he didn’t think it was bad. He gave himself the guilt.
“We have arrived, I´ll open your door right away young master!”
Will exited the car and only mere seconds later he opened the door on Ron´s side, so that he could exit before Cale got the chance to. It was simply for security reasons. Cale sighed as he closed Beacrox´ paper bag and followed Ron. His stoic expression was present as always. He looked at Will who looked like a hurt puppy. Cale sighed once more.
“Ron, hand me my bag. Head back with Will and get our luggage. Also, bring On and Hong as they are allowed to live in the dorms. Then wait there for my return.”
Ron nodded. He too understood that Cale didn’t want to stand out too much – not that he would as lots of rich-boys attended this academy. But walking around with a butler who did just anything you asked him to do and who looked like he would serve the royal family? Nah, that was just too much, even for the rich boys.
“Please take care, as you promised, young master-nim.”
Cale nodded as he waved his hand. Ron then handed him the school bag. To say that Cale looked funny was an understatement. His hands were slightly shaking what made Ron sigh. He had to put all his effort into his smile, so that he didn’t discontinue it.
“See you later.”
With those words Cale turned around and headed towards the black gates of the Academy. Hell knows why those gates were black. The Academy behind them was as white as dirty snow. Yes, it had been white once, but kind of became yellowish-brown. The roof was red as it was made out of red bricks.
It was quite a nice sight for an Academy. It was bigger than Cale had expected it to be, as only three hundred students attended it – one hundred per grade level. It wasn’t an abnormality that foreigners studied here, though it was strange that a foreigner visited the school in the midst of the year. Cale was a second year here, as he had already absolved the first year of High School.
As Cale entered the old building, he looked at the grey halls and cream walls. It was truly a fancy school as it was neat and nice-looking. Something his old High School was not.
Cale walked towards the locker room and searched for the number 289, which was his locker. It was a big one in a dark red color that looked like any other locker as well, nothing too special about it for sure. Cale let out a deep sigh. He didn’t need his papers as he already memorized everything. He entered the four-number-password and put his school bag together with the paper bag full of Beacrox´ food in it.
After, Cale walked to the secretary as he promised the principal.
Knock, knock.
Eruhaben looked up from his paperwork and called the one who knocked in. He was aware that this was Cale, but of course there was the possibility that it was Choi Han who had once again made some problems or maybe even one of the teachers who had once again problems with one of the talented children.
To his luck, it was indeed Cale Henituse.
The redhead entered the principal´s office cautiously and sat down on the seat Eruhaben pointed to.
“Good morning.”
Eruhaben chuckled as Cale simply frowned and didn’t respond for a while.
“Yeah, good morning.”
“Have you already gotten your timetable?”
Cale nodded once more. Right after he went to the secretary, he came here to meet Eruhaben. Eruhaben nodded satisfied.
“That is good.”
The tall blonde spoke now in Korean to surprise Cale a bit. To his dismay though, Cale didn’t seem to care about it one bit. This was the problem with geniuses, they weren’t surprised that easily.
“Fine, fine, you are having Poetry as your first lesson, if I am correct?”
Eruhaben now changed back to English.
Cale nodded.
“Yes sir, in room 203.”
Eruhaben chuckled once more. Poetry was the subject he had hated most. Not because he wasn’t good at it, but because he was too good at it. His former teacher always told him to answer most of the questions and read out all his assignments if they weren’t turned in.
“Haaa.”
Eruhaben couldn’t help but remember his old days as a student in this academy. The worst thing was that Cale Henituse seemed to have run out of luck as the poetry teacher was still the same. It was an old geezer in his late seventies who simply refused to resign. It was even the same room.
“Alright, you really have rotten luck.”
“…Excuse me?”
Cale´s confused look was already too cute to be real. Eruhaben made sure to remember it.
“Nothing…eh, before we go and introduce you to your classmates, let´s first speak about your condition.”
Cale sighed and leaned back. He unintentionally closed his eyes before he opened them again. His face was void of emotions as he looked at the principal.
“It is nothing too serious, seriously.”
Eruhaben shook his head. Anemia – that was written down in the field for illnesses. And anemia was something that people had to take serious as it was something serious.
“I guess you don´t want other students to know?”
Cale nodded.
“You have a caretaker by your side in the dorms?”
Cale nodded once more. Eruhaben let out a deep sigh.
“Alright, if you´re feeling unwell, you either call your caretaker or come to my office, understood?”
Cale nodded one last time before Eruhaben finally allowed him to go to his class.