Saints Bro, the origins?

>Day new face in Canterlot High.

>Be Saints Bro.

>Monday, you’re in your new school eating lunch.

>You should definitely be less happy about this whole school business.

>But you can’t help it; every day spent away from “the Family Business” is a good day.

>Even that thing in your plate, an insult to cooking all over the globe, pleases you to no end!

>Normal food in a normal canteen with normal students!

>You’re still a bit disappointed that your previous attempt at having a normal school year went up in smoke after 2 weeks.

>Literally, [spoiler]but this is a story for another day.[/spoiler]

>Your well dressed appearance granted you a seat at the table of the “fashionistas”, pleasant peoples to talk with.

>But you wonder why the one with the orange vest and green beanie is alone on such a large table.

>But should you get involved with him?

>If he is not popular it might bring you some troubles if you want to befriend him.

>School kids are fairly cruel after all…

>But before you can ask one of your neighbors about the subject of your curiosity, a small group seats itself with this strange boy.

>He welcomes them all with a smile and they start chatting and laughing almost immediately.

>How odd… That one girl is the team leader of… 3 quarters of the school teams and the one next to her was handing out flyers for an animal shelter thing.

>Weird, there is a bit of everything around this table.

>The rest of the day is particularly uneventful.

>You have to thanks every single Saints that lived before you for such a blessing.

>That is, until P.E.

>Rugby today.

>You might not look like it, but you are quite the athlete, your family lifestyle helped a lot in that regard.

>The 2 classes are divided among 2 teams randomly.

>You find yourself on the attacking side.

>Right in front of you is the kid with the beanie.

>Why is he wearing his hat over his helmet?

>The ball is kicked poorly and you manage to grab it.

>A quick look in front of you and you see OrangVest running towards you.

>You just need to sidestep and he’ll miss you. Easy pea-

>You watch petrified as one of your teammates charge the poor beanie wearing soul.

>The colossus hit him with the force of a battering ram and the kid is now a leaf lost in a tornado.

>*CRASH*

>Welp, first day in new school and you just witnessed a homicide.

>Great.

>Thankfully, the unfortunate ragdoll still breathes.

>His assailant and you carry him to the infirmary.

>Once the nurse confirms that his days in this world aren’t counted, you turn to glare at the blue powerhouse.

>“Have you seen that tackle boss? Pretty rad if you ask me.”

“Tim… What were you thinking?!”

>“Duh Boss. This chump tried to tackle you. And no-one tackles the boss.”

“Ugh… Tim… A tackle does not count as a murder attempt.”

>“Depends on the tackler.” he answers, his shit eating grin on full force.

“You are such a retard. I’m trying to have a nor-“

>“A normal school year I know boss I know. You’re rambling about this for the longest of times now.”

“And nobody listens! You are the very proof of this!”

>“But your Bosses are worried about you Boss, it’s like a Boss’s job to be worried about their kids and soon to be Bosses!”

“Enough with the BOSS thing!!!”

>You switch your killer glare on and Tim mimes “zipping my mouth shut”.

>You walk back and sit on an empty bed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Listen Typhon. I’m not gonna repeat myself. If you ruin this, I’ll make you regret it a thousand times. Clear?”

>Thimothy Thyphon’s smile erases itself.

>“Very well Mister North, but allow me to say this: You won’t be able to run away from you duties. A fruit always fall near the tree. One day you will be the leader. The only exit door is death.”

>Silence

“I know Typhon, I know.”

>“So, you’re the son of the local mafia and he must be your bodyguard… Cool… I guess.”

>Timothy and you slowly turn your heads towards the new voice.

>“Name’s Norman Normal. Welcome to the least normal high school you’ll ever see.”