Kensai University (Mylar and Plaude)

[aunt_zelda]

Title: Kensai University (Part 1/????)

Rating: PG-13 ... alcohol is drunk, guys make out with each other, big words are used. Maybe it's R ...

Genre: AU. I tried to go for a sexy comedy, but ya never know ...

Pairings: Major Mylar, minor Plaude. Plaude may get more detailed later on ...

Warnings: If you haven’t watched all of Season 1 of Heroes, you shouldn’t be here, you should be at nbc.com catching up!

Disclaimer: Uh … obviously I don’t own Heroes, because if I did, I’d have Mylar making out on screen instead of in slash fics or my twisted mind …

Summary: Mohinder and Sylar are college students.  They go to lots of parties. Sylar likes Mohinder and recently changed his name from Gabriel to Sylar. Plaude worked its way in without asking me (Claude hit me over the head with a quarterstaff for making him sing in a cracky/angsty fic I'll post later *puts ice on bump* and dragged Peter with him into this fic in revenge. Not that I mind much ...)

My Thoughts: Dunno where this came from (but I'll be using it - and changing the names - in a story I'm writing that involves magic, mutants, swords, a girl named Amy, and some guy named Jekyll.) Hopefully I'll be able to shape some kind of plot as I go along - Brody Mitchell's party, after all! - but some suggestions would be nice from my lovely readers! Also, the Haitian just had to sneak in, didn't he? *shakes head* (I love him so ...) Oh yeah, and people have powers, but it's still a relatively 'new' thing and having more than one is incredibly rare ... (and perhaps Sylar changed his name for a reason!) Made up a random name for a fraternity that probably means 'your mother has blue hair' or something ... I was lazy and had no internet and just wanted to post it. If people are offended or sue or something, I'll change it.

 

 

The Zeta-Alpha-Alpha party was rocking. How so many people had managed to squeeze into this house was beyond Gabriel. No, your name is Sylar now. his mind corrected. Sylar sighed: changing your name took some getting used to. 

College was different than he'd imagined in many respects, but the basics were just as he'd expected: fascinating classes, loud and rambunctious parties, free beer, a dizzying selection of intellectual handsome guys to oggle and hit on ...

Currently he was zooming in on a hot Indian who was majoring in genetics. Caramel-colored skin, curly black hair, an accent that would melt lesser mortals: the works.

The Indian had been talking to a dark-skinned bald guy who was majoring in psychology, but he'd been pulled aside by a drunk man who was obscenely hitting on him.

"Aw, come on Mohinder!"

Sylar's eyes widened: he had a name!

"I know you're gay, show a brother some love!"

"Buzz off," Mohinder splashed the contents of his drink into the man's face.

The nameless man howled in pain and clawed at his eyes, staggering out of the room.

With a shrug, Mohinder went back to his conversation - something about a report on hypnotism - with the bald guy .

Sylar stifled a fit of hysterical laughter. This was so his kind of guy.

~*~

The Sanders Sorority  party was louder and crazier than the party given by the Zeta-Alpha-Alpha last week, but that might have been because of all the scantily-clad blondes that the Sorority seemed to be made up of. Seriously, everywhere you looked: a young attractive blond woman without much on.

Sylar wove through the crowds, dodging frat-boys performing strange antics that all seemed to involve Japanese swords, and downed a glass of beer.

He hurried up the staircase to get a good vantage point and scanned the lobby: an emo boy making out - to the point where Sylar felt vaguely voyeuristic - with the English exchange student in Sylar's chem class, several Sorority girls getting tipsy - much to the excitement of the sword-wielding frat-boys, lots of non-descript couples and groups, that bald guy who was majoring in psychology from last week!

There he was: Mohinder. Why did just thinking the name seem perverse? Sylar took it as a good sign and idly made his way back down the staircase, grabbing a new drink from a passing blond whose eyes asked a question he didn't care to answer, and took a recently vacated spot on the couch near his focus.

"... that's rather intriguing. Um, why the swords, though?" Mohinder was asking.

"The man who founded university and my fraternity was Kensai, a Japanese business man." a frat-boy with a round face and glasses replied. "We like to pretend Kensai  ... cooler ... than he really was.

"Oh," Mohinder nodded and watched as a red-haired girl - a rarity in this place - sidled up to the frat-boy he'd been speaking to. The boy with the round face suddenly forgot all about Mohinder and began to speak very, very fast to the red-head in Japanese - her major. After it became very clear that he wouldn't be talking to Mohinder anymore, the Indian sighed, got up, and began to head upstairs.

Sylar seized his opportunity.

He followed Mohinder, but not too fast or too close, up the stairs. More boys with swords and more curvaceous blond girls. He bumped into the writhing mass of the emo boy and the English exchange student - who were ducking into an empty bedroom, but didn't pay them much mind. The emo boy was cute, he'd even considered asking him out for a while, but then that English guy had stepped in, and it was now very clear that anyone who so much as looked at the emo with a hint of romantic interest got a glare and a punch.

"Hey, don't I know you from calculus?" Sylar asked as Mohinder halted to let a battalion of sword-toting frat-boys through the hall.

Mohinder looked him up and down. "Yeah, I guess so," he shrugged.

Sylar grinned internally: first contact.

"So," he pulled a subject from the air, "How's psychology? You've been hanging out with that psych-major for a while, is it interesting?"

"Very," Mohinder looked relieved to talk to someone about it. "It's my minor, actually - talk about an easy-route out: genetics and psychology."

They shared a short, casual laugh and began contrasting engineering and the inner workings of the human mind. The hallway was gradually clearing out: the crowds had headed downstairs to watch a frat-boy spectacle, couples had already sneaked into rooms.

Sensing a possible link Sylar took a risk. "Would you like to discuss this tomorrow, say ... over coffee? There's a new Costa Rican place in town,"

Mohinder raised his eyebrows. "You mean, like, a date," he enunciated the words carefully.

Sylar nodded. "Yeah, a date,"

"No thanks," Mohinder turned and began to head back downstairs.

"Ohhhh," Sylar lightly grabbed the Indian's shoulder, turning him around. "Playing hard to get?"

Mohinder's glass jerked, beer heading for the Sylar's eyes.

Sylar turned it into ice with a glance. The drink froze into a lovely ice sculpture, plummeted to the floor, and shattered into several tiny pieces, creating a fantastic smashing noise. With a casual wave of his hand, Sylar made the pieces skitter across the floor and leap into a nearby trashcan.

Mohinder was staring at him with wide eyes.

"See you around," Sylar said with the air of one who had just passed the salt, letting go of Mohinder's arm. "I'll be at Brody Mitchell's next week," and with that he headed downstairs and vanished into the night.

 

Comments

[holy-cockroach.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I love this!! Everybody's a college student. Brilliant.

I love how you snuck the Haitian in, and how everybody didn't automatically refer to him as "the Haitian." That always annoyed me in the show because a) it's kind of racist and b) how on Earth do they know he's Haitian and not, say, Jamaican or something? Even Claire (and I have nothing against cheerleaders, I'm sure some are quite smart) recognized his Haitian-ness immediately. Nope. Don't believe it. ARG.

So anyway. Ahem. I also love how you made Claude all possessive of Peter (yay Plaude) and how Mohinder's like "hands off, bitch" and Sylar's all like *superpowers*

XDDD

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Thanks! *I'm up WAY too late, catching up on fics*

how Mohinder's like "hands off, bitch" and Sylar's all like *superpowers*
Yeah, that was the first thing that came to me, and I thought 'hmmm, are they at a dinner party or what?' then college came and hit me over the head.

[indyhat.livejournal.com]

Heeee! This is a lot of fun.

And if you feel like working up the Plaude into something bigger, that's totally cool with me :)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Heeee! This is a lot of fun.
Isn't it?
You gave me an idea! *dashes off at ... THREE-THIRTY in the MORNING?! Utto ...*

[indyhat.livejournal.com]

Oops! I'd say sorry, but if it leads to more Plaude, then, well ... *twists fingers* ... I'm sortakinda not really actually sorry at all!

(Peter and Claude making out in a bedroom at a frat party = pure hottness)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Well ... that hasn't been written yet. This has:

“Well, would ya look at that!” Claude peers out the window.
“What?” Peter asks, joining him at the tiny pane of glass, squinting in the semi-darkness.
“Some guy’s freezing the fountain with his hands!” Claude exclaims.
There’s a pause.
Claude turns to Peter. “What exactly did they spike those drinks with?” he wonders aloud.
Peter shrugged. “I dunno, but I like it!” he rushes forward, lips writhing against Claude’s.
Claude forgets all about the guy and the fountain.
I wonder what else that stuff’ll make me see …

[indyhat.livejournal.com]

Heeee! Oh, thank you :)

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Welcome! (The italicized stuff didn't work out so great, but whateves ...)

[oscargirl08.livejournal.com]

I like how you made them all college students. Part of the fun is figuring out who's who. And I like that Mohinder's playing hard to get--I guess when you're the beautiful everyone would be hitting on you, LOL!

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

The college thing came outa nowhere ... I had the scene with Mohinder splashing a drink in someone's face, then Sylar hitting on him and freezing the drink in my head, but originally they were at an party with politicians or something ...

And I like that Mohinder's playing hard to get--I guess when you're the beautiful everyone would be hitting on you, LOL!
Well, who says he's playing? It must be annoying after a while to get hit on so much ...

[angary.livejournal.com]

Haaaaa, this is so entirely cute. I can't stop squeeing. I love that Mohinder is drink-splash happy, and that Sylar just won't give up on him. Moar, please!

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Glad to make ya happy!
Working on it ...

[catc10.livejournal.com]

That ending makes me squee delightfully hard.
*SQUEE!!!*
ME

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

The end was the only scene I had at the beginning, college, the Haitian, Plaude, it all came afterwards.
Squees are good ... I don't believe I've ever had such a loud one ...

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Picture an entire Sorority of Niki/Jessica and you've got the !Sanders! Sorority. They, and the sword-toting frat boys, were added in randomly.

everyone needs drunken partying heroes in their house. but the damage bills would be hell.
Perhaps I should brush on that ...

[whatwas.livejournal.com]

*gigglesnort*
this was a fun read.....
I loved how Mohinder wasn't keen on accepting any dates and his first reaction was to throw his drink in the suitors face...
can't wait to see where you go with it

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Thanks!
Well, Mohinder gets hit on by weirdos, can you blame him?

can't wait to see where you go with it
I've got the second part in the works, but I won't be posting anything for a while. Read my journal, I explain it better there.

(Your icon = <3)