Paint & Treble
Chapter #01 - The Chosen of Arts
Written by: CS-Masyet
Both heroes and danger may arise from anywhere. However, one thing always remains true; heroes must stop the danger... ...but who exactly are the heroes and villains?

The teacher, Ms. Reachet, comes in to her classroom. "Alright, since this is the first day I'll need to know all your names." It is the first day of school at Drollow High. The teacher then points to a boy in the middle row. "You there, you may go first."

The boy gets up. He is a second-year who transferred to Drollow High. He looks intimidating, so a lot of the students are scared of him. "My name is Ail. I'm in the 10th grade." He says before sitting down.

"Is that all? Oh well." Ms. Reachet says, then points to the student sitting to the left of Ail. "You go next."

The boy stands up. This guy is much different than Ail; he seems frail and effeminate. He's also very shy and tries to avoid others. "M-my name is Tear..."

"...anything else?" Ms. Reachet says.

"Uh... um..." Tear thinks, then comes up with something. "I'm in the 10th grade too..." He then sits down quickly, not wanting to talk anymore.

"(Hmph, he copied what I said!)" Angry, Ail glares at Tear.

"E-eh?" Tear says, frightened.

"The newbie's a goner!" "Poor guy..." Two students comment silently.

"Alright, can someone here actually give me an interesting introduction?" Says Ms. Reachet.

"It'll be my pleasure." A boy in the back row stands up. "I'm Barry of the 10th grade, but please refer to me as..." Barry takes out a spatula and holds it up in the air. "...the Master Chef!"

"(Who is this imbecile?)" Thinks Ail.

"Um, alright then." Says Ms. Reachet. "(Very interesting...)"

Everyone else introduces themselves, then goes to their next class.

Tear goes to his art class and sits on a stool to paint. He grabs a brush and starts to paint on a canvas. "(I'm happy I can just be by myself and do what I like in this class...)"

The art teacher, Ms. Pensil, walks by and looks at what Tear is painting. "(Wow, what an amazing painting...)"

Ail goes to his music class. He grabs a violin and starts playing it. The music teacher, Mr. Musico, walks by and sees him playing. "(Wow, he plays it so well.) Is this that your favorite?"

"Nope, I like them all."


Barry is cooking a soup in his cooking class. A bunch of girls are watching him. "I will show you beautiful ladies the expert cooking of Master Chef!" He puts spices in the soup while stirring it. Then he throws the spice container in the air. "Won't be needing that now..." Puts in an egg with his free hand then catches the spice container with his free hand. Then he begins stirring again.

"Wow..." Respond the girls.

"And wa la!" Barry says after finishing the soup. Then he puts some soup in a bowl and gives it to one of the girls. "Try some."

The girl tries the soup. "Wow, it's really good!" The other girls clap.

"Thank you, you're too kind." Barry bows.

The cooking teacher, Mr. Kooc, tries some of the soup. "(Wow, how delicious!)"


After classes ended, everyone goes to the cafeteria to eat lunch.

Tear walks up to the lunch line to buy food. "(I wonder what I should buy... How much money do I have?)" Searches through his pockets, but finds no money. "Oh no, I forgot to bring money again... *sigh*" He leaves the lunch line and sits at a table. "I'm so hungry..."

Ail approches him. "Hey, you."

Tear sees Ail and cringes in fear. "Y-your that guy..."

"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is taken."

"U-um..." Tear hesitates, then says, "G-go ahead..."

"Thanks." Ail sits down and takes out his lunch. Ail sees Tear watching him eat. "...what is it?"

"I-it's nothing..." Tear's stomach growls. "*blush*"

"Where's your lunch? Aren't you going to going to eat?"

"U-um..."

Ail gives Tear a pear. "Here, eat this."

"*blush* T-thank you... (This guy is scary, but kinda nice...)"

"(What a strange guy... Seems almost impossible to get mad at him...)"

A few tables across from them, Barry is seen eating with a bunch of girls. "My soup is delicious, is it not?"

"Yes, Master Chef!" The girls respond.

"Man, what an obnoxious guy. Why do so many people like him for?" Ail says angrily.

"Alright, now that I'm done, I must go wash up. Can't be a Master Chef with dirty hands!" Barry gets up and goes to the washroom.

Tear sees a strange sparkle coming from the hallway. "What's that?"

"What's what?"

"There's a weird light over there..." Tear gets up and walks towards it.

"Tear? At least finish your food first." Ail follows Tear to the strange light. "Huh, what's this...?" The light gets bigger, covering everything.

"W-what's happening? AHHH!!!" They both say, after being teleported to an odd-looking room.


"What the?!? What is this place?" Ail says, confused.

"Hey, that's..."

"What the stupid chef boy doing here?!?"

"No! The ladies are waiting for me!"

"(What the heck is wrong with this guy?!?)"

All four of their teachers appear on a platform above them.

"Welcome." Says Ms. Reachet.

"Tell us what's going on!" Ail says angrily.

"Relax, we will explain everything." Ms. Reachet says calmly. "But first, we need to ask you all... What are your dreams for the future?"

"And why do you need to know that?"

"We have been searching for the P.T.C. for a long time... and now we think that we have found them."

"What the heck are you talking about? What is this 'P.T.C.'?

"P.T.C. stands for 'Paint, Treble, Culinary', the three names of powerful warriors. We think that you might be their descendants."

"Y-you think we're related to powerful warriors?" Tear says.

"Powerful warriors, huh? The Master Chef would rather be a decendant of a master chef but I guess beggars can't be choosers..." Says Barry.

"I said you might be. To make sure, I must ask you all again... What are your dreams?"

"If you must now, my dream is to cook every single dish ever made. For that is what I must do to hold my title as Master Chef!" Says you-know-who.

Ms. Reachet points to Tear. "What about you?"

"U-um... I want to paint with every color in the world... And make a painting with all of them together..."

"What about you, Ail?"

"Mine is to play every instrument in the world. Perfectly."

"As we thought... You three must be the P.T.C.'s descendants..."

End of Chapter (To Be Continued)