Private Finished Smooth Guardian [ Cross X Tara]

"Hey, watch it, asshole!"

"Who you callin' asshole, you asshole?"

"YOU, obviously! You're the biggest asshole here!"

"Damn right i'm the biggest here! Now BEAT IT. This is my dinner roll!"

Ironically, the Cafeteria's world famous dinner rolls were the reason why Cross was banned from the Cafeteria the first time. It wasn't his fault! Till' this day, he refused to accept responsibility for trashing half of the cafeteria along with a generous amount of campus property. The other guy was an asshole just like this guy! It was so strange going through the motions again as the other student refused to let go of the scrumptious bread. Like any other man, Cross had his pet peeves, but there was one thing that bothered him the most. This rule was so sacred, that anyone who dared to violate that rule was going to end up six feet under...Or eaten. Either way, it was bad.

Nobody touched Cross' food.

The other student did not seem to grasp this concept. He must be new. Just like that other asshole. New students like this guy had to be put in their place. This campus was his after all and he had to establish some kind of rule! "I don't see your name on it!" the kid snarled, unfazed by the fact that he under Cross' menacing shadow.

"Yeah it is. It's right there! Look, I dare you," Cross challenged as he pointed a meaty finger at the roll's flaky surface. The kid frowned and picked up the roll and squinted at it. "Where--"

WHAP! Cross swung a massive hand and connected with nearly half of the student's face in a brutal slap that resounded throughout the cafeteria. Immediately, all eyes followed the student that went flying. Cross wasn't watching him, but watching his beloved roll sail up into the air for him to catch. He caught it with a grin, but his joy was short-lived as the student gained his bearings and tackled the six foot-nine brute into a row of tables. People were smart enough to leap out of the way and escape the chaos in the cafeteria. His opponent managed to recover the dinner roll while Cross was recovering from the body-check. Sadly, his joy was short lived as Cross picked up a table. "You oughta' learn some table MANNERS!" he shouted as he swung the large table into the student, punting him across the area and successfully dislodged the roll from his enemy. The Cafeteria staff shook their heads in disapproval.

Once again, the dinner roll sailed through the air, covering an impressive amount of distance until it landed on a particular girl's lunch.

The petite girl shrieked and bolted the moment Cross reclaimed his roll and quickly stuffed his face. The gravy it landed in just made it taste so much better. He emerged victorious out of this fight! Cross savored the buttery flavor. His joy too was short lived as--

"Why don't you have a SEAT!?"

SMASH! The chair looked like it exploded on contact with the back of Cross' head. His jaws snapped shut with an audible click. Luckily for him, he didn't bite his tongue in half on impact. He swallowed down his treat and glared death at the student who surprisingly didn't wither under his stare. If looks could kill, the kid would have exploded like the poor chair did. "Oh...It's on." Both of the boys traded fists and elbows in an epic fight. Cross managed to land an elbow to the temple while the student threw a knee to the gut. Both of them stumbled back with a hand to those bruised places.

They were just about to go at it again until something small materialized between them. A pair of tiny hands were the only thing that stopped Cross from running the student over. It was a bit comical to see the intruder trying to push him back. He would have missed her entirely if it weren't the fact that she was shouting at them about huuuuumongous penises. He looked down at her with a confused look on his face, ignorant of the warm blood running down the back of his neck. The student scowled at the two, mainly Cross and muttered something-something-something about not getting away with this. Normally he would have picked that up with his keen sense of hearing, but right now his attention was all on the girl who he towered over.

He was grinning. "Of course my dick is ..." he slurred the last bit of that before he trailed off and stumbled just a bit. Taking a chair to the head was kind of overkill for a dinner roll, but he had suffered far worse for smaller things. He was leaning forward, ready to crush the poor girl beneath his weight. Not wanting to hurt the girl, he dropped onto his knees and tenderly touched the back of his head. "It may be bread, but it's World FAMOUS! It belongs to a king like ME--Ow! Bastard got me good with the chair..." and only now he realized the other kid had come back with a better pun. He swore and punched the tile, cracking the surface. "DAMN YOU! I'LL HAVE THE BETTER PUN NEXT TIME!"

Good god! His face brightened and immediately he forgot about his head wound. "Oh my god, REALLY?! OKAY, OKAY I'LLBEQUIETIPROMISE," and then he instantly shut his mouth and waited, looking like a giant puppy waiting for his treat. He could not wait. This was a dream come true! He was so god damn excited to get not only one, but three dinner rolls. Hah, take that, you stupid pun-bastard. Screw trying to get back at the other guy. He got not one, but two MORE rolls! When she came back though, she gasped. "What? Something on my face?"

No. He was just bleeding. Fffft. He was only bleeding and yet she acted as if he was sitting in his own blood. Stuff like this was normal. Didn't she know that? "Yeah? That's what happens...When some asshole hits you with a chair," he replied and felt the back of his head. Sure enough, there was some blood on his fingertips. Did she...not know what he was? The way she was treating him....It was as if she regarded him as human. A big human. A...really big human. For A werewolf who constantly got himself hurt, it was a miracle he didn't cause a bloody massacre on a daily basis. Even if Cross acted like a knucklehead, he had an amazing amount of self-control when it came to his inner-wolf. How he did it was a mystery to others over the course of over a hundred years.

"The infirmary?" He just kind of looked at her like she grew two heads and laughed a little. "Pffft, I'm fiiiine! It's just a scratch!" he boasted, but she knelt down next to him and...Wow...She's...really cute up close. Cross blinked, suddenly conscious about whether his breath stunk or not. She smelled really nice too and it had been a while since a girl was this up close and personal without beating him with silver-coated objects. She may not have an impressive rack like his previous tutor did, but...

Wait a second. She's into you, dumbass. A light bulb suddenly turned on in his head. She was...worried about him. She even said how 'awful' he looked...AND she didn't seem to know what he really was so maybe she was an ordinary kind of girl. He preferred those. Okay, don't fuck this up Cross. He took in a deep breath. "Um, well...Does it look that bad?" He frowned. "Okay, fine. If you say so." he resigned and rose to his feet. He purposely wobbled. "O-Oh man!...I think...I'm going to need to hold your hand for this one..."

She was looking at him like he was a really big idiot and it took all of his will power to NOT cringe under that stare. That was it. My god, he fucked up already and it had only been thirty seconds into this sad attempt at flirting. She was going to see through his bullshit, call him an idiot for starting a fight over bread, and leave him high and dry. That's what girls did around here anyway. They knew of his reputation and they just couldn't handle it.

Right when he was about to give up the facade, there was a warmth in the palm of his meaty hand. He looked down and saw that petite hand had slipped into his. Again, he fought the urges to scream victory and gently curled his fingers, not wanting to crush all the bones in her hand. Oh my god. I did it. It worked. The planets must be aligned or something because Cross was NEVER this lucky. The muscles in his face twitched and the only excuse he had for smiling was when she mentioned the idea of shoving him towards a trash can. "Ahaha!... O-Okay, sure," The big man let her guide him out of the cafeteria.

He was even rewarded with two more rolls! Concussion or not, he grinned and popped one into his mouth. It had been a loooong time since he had thrown up anything he ate...Except for the one time when he had let the beast out. He recalled getting curious about some purple slime he had come across and eaten it. The damn thing tasted like ass and he couldn't get the taste out of his mouth for days. Throwing up wasn't fun. It was wasting food. "I dunno. Food always makes me feel good no matter what!" he ate up the second roll and dusted the crumbs onto his pant leg as they walked.

The infirmary wasn't too far off and normally Cross wasn't the type of guy to take in the scenery, but right now he was and it felt really...nice. No really, it did! He looked down at her while she wasn't looking and a hint of red tainted his cheeks. She really is cute. The girl even stopped him from fighting which was incredibly brave since being hit by Cross or even stepped on was the equivalent of getting crushed by a stampede of wild elephants. Wait a minute...I don't even know her name... He was just about to open his mouth and ask, but she came up with a question of her own. "Why what?"

Oh, fighting. Well, the bigger question was; How to answer that question without sounding like an ass? If there was one thing he was good at besides fighting, it was being an ass. He actually put some thought into this question as they walked. What made this harder was the fact that he had to keep hiding his condition or else she'd realize he was fibbing her. "Uhh...He looked at me funny...and I hate it when people try to steal my food! Gotta assert some dominance with punks like that!" That was pretty much true and it didn't sound too... Alpha-y.

Wow. She was so...Nice....And calm about manly business. Like, who even goes to ask for things when you could take it? Yeah, but... Well...maybe that's what normal girls were supposed to do. They didn't understand that a man such as himself had to establish dominance over others who stepped into his territory. Admittedly, it was a challenge as he considered the entire Academy under his rule. It was his and his alone to protect and to put people in their place.

Then again, maybe he should just try her way next time so he wouldn't be kicked out of the cafeteria so much. "...yeahIguessso..." he muttered before she led them inside the infirmary. That's when her hand finally slipped away from his. She let the poor man feel the breeze sweep between his fingers and-- Oh my god. His HAND WAS ALL SWEATY. WHAT THE HELL. "Ggh--" He wasn't even sure if he wanted to wipe his hand on his pants...B-Because her hand was there, but his stupid-ass hand was all sweaty and--

As the girl went to speak with the nurse, he sniffed at his palm and resisted the urge to blush. He had her scent on his hand anditsmelledreallyniceOhmygod. He managed to snap back to reality at the last second, but the Nurse in charge was giving him a weird stare before she led them away. It was probably because he sniffed his hand or...Maybe he was making this weird face. He was just relieved that the girl didn't see and continued to play along.

He sat on the bed while she was in the chair. The bed in comparison to him probably looked ridiculous...and chances were that if the doctor was to make him lay on it, his legs would be dangling off of it. That was alright. He was now alone...With this cute girl.. Jesus Christ I didn't even ask her name.... This was his opportunity to score. "Mnnn...So, my name's Cross. It's uh, Cross Stark...But the ladies call me ' Mr. Wolf'. You can call me whatever you like...~" he put on his swagger grin and flexed his pectorals. It was a ten-outta-ten introduction! That was perfection! "And you are?..."