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Aina Malik

"In life, I've learned that one must always smile, because it's the one thing that can't be forgotten."

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a character in “Welcome Home, Sis!”, originally authored by Pandora's Melancholy, as played by RolePlayGateway

So begins...

Aina Malik's Story

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"For the words that cannot be spilled from my lips, my fingers will move and the music it echoes will speak the feelings I could not much like a mirror."

|| Current Location ✦ Quaint Corner ||
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The day will always start with a jolt of panic and fear. Then, it would be followed by the crippling grip of confusion and grief. After that, it will end with a haunting ghost of doubt and necessity. That is how a certain girl feels every moment of her waking life in a foreign country. She will always view this place as strange and new. It was just something she could not help, but still she has to adapt and to move on. That was far easy when it is left by imagination and by theory. When done in actual, it was far harder that she at times would want to give up on it. The only thing which kept her going was her journal and the encouraging words of her grandfather who patiently waits for her to recover every morning.

"Ai-chan, you need not sweep the temple grounds. I can handle that." The one known as Aina stood in front of the Shitten-ji temple holding a broom and wearing the traditional garb of a Shinto priestess or more commonly known as a Miko. She appeared to be quite the sight. The red and white color of her hakama and haori contrasted on her mocha brown skin, dark violet curly locks, and purple-colored eyes. She stands out and does give a new definition to what a priestess looks like. "It is fine grandfather. You have already made lunch. It is my turn and I like doing this." The elderly man gave her granddaughter a small yet warm smile. The young girl had always made herself busy with household chores and even took the responsibility of being a shrine maiden. It is why the temple had become rather popular among the citizens and even tourists.

"I won't argue anymore then." The grandfather stated but then, asked a curious thing. "Are you nervous about school tomorrow?" The question made Aina stop from sweeping and her grip on the broom's handle tightened a bit. According to the things she had read and had heard, she had been staying in Japan for a year now as she underwent rehabilitation here. She had only been out of the hospital for a few months and was now living as what most would call a normal life. Part of that normalcy especially for a teenage girl like her was to go to school. Practically, this will be her first time attending school here and under the current condition she is. She was doubtful. Will she be able to handle it? Will she be fine?

"I am nervous, but I am more scared." Her eyes looking down on the ground were filled with uneasiness and fear. "I will never remember them even if I sit beside them in class... even if I have written it all in my journal. I will not remember my feelings that I shared with them. I will always be a stranger and them to me." Her grandfather approached Aina and touched the hands gripping the broom's handle tightly. He understood her granddaughter's sentiments, but they knew both that to live on, Aina must incorporate herself with others and to avoid isolation. "It's hard. Nothing comes easy as we live. It gets scary before it gets better. But, everything will be fine as long as you don't give up." Aina raised her eyes to look at her grandfather gazing at her with such warm affections. She could not help but smile as well and agree. "You are right, grandfather."

With that, the day passed by and soon changed into night. "Grandfather, I will be leaving now." The elderly man looked at Aina who was by the door wearing this time a casual beige long sleeved dress and a pair of beige elegant-looking sandals. "All right." He handed Aina a coat to wear as the said girl took it with a smile. "Thank you, grandfather." The elderly man nodded with approval. "Go and break some hearts! Be careful always." Aina smiled and gave her grandfather a kiss on the cheek before she left with her coat now wrapped around her. She was going to a place where she had frequented thrice a week which started about two months ago.

It was a 45-minute commute from her house and along the way the people could not help but look at her. She was extremely a pleasant thing to look at and very exotic to boot. She appeared to be a perfect picture taken out to the real world, but the center of attention had always been ignorant or rather oblivious to the meaning behind the gazes of those around her. That was because her head was literally in the clouds with her own form of daydreaming and concerns. Well, despite that, she was able to reach a small eating establishment known as Quaint Corner. This place was owned by a friend of her grandfather. There had been a need for a pianist to play during dinner and Aina had been requested by her grandfather to do a favor for this friend.

She had always loved playing the piano. It was something her mother was extremely fond of; unfortunately, her mother has no talent for it. In her place, Aina learned it and seemed to have a knack for it. However, she never played for anyone else but for her mother. That is why she is worried, as the days, the months passed, she was still nervous, because even if she had known that she had played many times in front of an audience who she knew nothing about, this was always new to her. The only contradiction to that, she had gotten quite a fan-base and had become an attraction to the fine dining establishment. She removed her coat as one of the staff led her to the piano.

Aina took a deep breath and took her seat. The people who were already waiting for her to perform watched the young lady with glee and excitement. She closed her eyes momentarily and placed her fingers on the keys. With an exhale, she began to play a melody which perforated throughout the entire restaurant as its customers listened to her wonderful playing with great satisfaction and admiration. She had always been a calming presence and a joy to watch, and so, it was another full packed house for Aina who does not care for that. Instead, she immersed herself with her playing and allowed herself to get lost with the musical notes.

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Character Portrait: Nemui Fujioka Character Portrait: Himeko Katsukawa Character Portrait: Kurumi Fujioka Character Portrait: Yukito Kitomura Character Portrait: Shin Ogawa Character Portrait: Aina Malik Character Portrait: Kurou Kitomura Character Portrait: Ren Suzuki

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"Ne-chan, you could have been.."

Nemui nodded her head, fully aware of what could have happened to her. She'd watched far enough Law and Order and CSI: Miami to know what happened to girls who weren't careful. Her eyes shifted from her sister in shame, "I know Kuru-chii... Gomenasai.." Her voice was soft, as if she were about to cry. Honestly she could have, but she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her brothers twice in the same day. She withheld her tears to the best of her ability, gripping the oversized sleeves of her light blue jacket.

"Never mind. You're safe, so let's just eat, okay?"

Nemui nodded her head, closing her eyes as she delivered a kind smile to her sister, glad that she seemed to understand. Kurumi always understood, regardless of her mistake, and it made Nemui feel more than lucky to have her as an older sister. She couldn't imagine life without someone as kind as Kurumi as her sibling, but suddenly, she didn't have to imagine...

"You'd better not do it again."

Nemui blinked a bit in shock, tilting her head a bit. She wasn't sure if she had imagined it, but Kurou was far less kind about it. She finally realized that it wasn't her imagination when her eyes flickered to Kurumi, who was gazing at Kurou viciously. Nemui chewed the inside of her cheek, but decided to ignore Kurou. There was no point in engaging if he would respond harshly. This was definitely not the family she envisioned the past few nights, and she couldn't help but feel disappointed. Grumpy pants (Kurou).. Kuru-chii... and My death warrant (Yukito).. What kind of joke is this..? Was I a horrible person in my past life? She followed her sister and went to sit down, but was startled by Yukito's voice.

"It was no trouble at all."

Nemui couldn't conceal the small smile that formed on her lips when Yukito was reassuring that it wasn't a big deal. It was ironic that the brother who was nice to her would also be the brother that got her slaughtered tomorrow at school. This scenario came across as very rom-com to her, so much so that she almost wanted to laugh, just almost. To get a move on with dinner, Nemui sat beside of her sister at the table and waited for someone to start things off. She didn't look up, but Kurumi definitely seemed to be in a slightly better mood after Yukito's comment, so Nemui felt a little more confident in the group than she had been before, perhaps dinner wouldn't be a complete disaster?

"Is that so? Well, I guess it's best for Kurumi-san and Ku-nii to get to bed early then."

Nemui nodded in response to Yukito's question, but also to agree that their older siblings needed a bit more rest than they did. She let her gaze shift to Kurumi to gauge her reaction, but to her relief, Kurumi didn't seem angry with her for blabbing it out. She didn't even bother to look over to Kurou, not really appreciating that she was already getting harsh remarks at home. He didn't know her, and he was definitely not her boss. He wasn't her step brother yet, and even when he was, he would have to earn respect from her, she wouldn't simply hand it out freely. If anything, he lost a decent portion of her respect for his rudeness earlier.

"I'm going to go shortly after dinner so that I can get a little studying in on my own."

Nemui knew that Kurumi was lying, but she couldn't say otherwise in front of Yukito or Kurou. If she were to, both of the boys would know that Nemui was insinuating that Kurumi was a lying. Nemui refused to do make her sister out to be a liar.. even if Kurumi's grade depended on it, she wouldn't stain her older sister's reputation. Kurumi had to have a good reason to lie to every point blank, didn't she? Nemui hoped so, she also hoped that this wasn't some sort of bad influence from being around the brothers.

"Itadakimasu."

"I-Itadakimasu..." Nemui's tone was definitely more genuine and organic, and she did her best to pretend that Kurumi's version wasn't a bit.. overdone. She let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes before putting food on her plate. She grabbed a small portion of everything, gingerly eating with her chopsticks. She noticed Kurou's eating habits, and crinkled her nose before she could reprimand herself.

"Thank you, Kitomura-San. You really worked hard."

"I-I agree... It was very good..." Nemui complimented, but she did not make eye contact, she instead ended up staring down at her plate awkwardly, so she decided to finish off what little was left on her plate. She didn't want to be so awkward, but ever since her father died, her entire life was Topsy-Turvy.

"Bed does sound good."

Nemui said nothing, assuming that he just didn't want to clean his corner of the table which he'd somehow turned into a pigsty over the course of one dinner. She was utterly disgusted. There was no way in hell Nemui was going to clean after that slob, no one could pay her enough. She hated being this negative, but so far he wasn't making a very good impression, especially after how he acted when he was first introduced to them. He was rude to Kurumi earlier that day, and now he was rude to Nemui just before dinner? She couldn't help but feel that her thoughts were justified.

"Excuse me, I am turning in early tonight. Goodnight Ne-chan, Kitomura-kun."

Nemui grabbed up all of the dishes aside from Yukito's and began washing them, "I'll get the dishes, and you get the table then, Kitomura-san?" Nemui inquired, looking over her shoulder for a moment as she awaited his response. She couldn't let all of the work fall onto Yukito, especially where he had cooked dinner for everyone.





TIME SKIP: Next Day: 7:45 A.M.






Nemui sat in class with the girl's school uniform on (Boy's is also in the pic), and waited for class to begin. She left extremely early, so she would have an excuse to not walk to school with Yukito or Kurou. She didn't want to add to any of the bullying she would surely already experience this year. She tapped her fingers on the desk, reading a random page out of her history book as she waited. The classroom was completely empty, but considering how early she'd come in, that wasn't out of the ordinary. This is ridiculous... My life has come to dodging my new family like landmines every morning...

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"I'm getting to meet a lot of new people... It's scary, because I know what would happen tomorrow... But, it's nice to know they can be my friends and so, it's worth it. They'll be my friends, right?"
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|| Current Location ✦ School ||
|| [ Unwritten | Natasha Bedingfield ] ||



It cannot be helped at all as people stared, gawked, or even ogled at the female walking by. That is because she was a vision in the simplest sense and it is something that comes to her very naturally. There was no doubt that she was a foreigner as her stock, coloring, and specific traits are not synonymous to the natives of Japan. That was one of the factors, she was hard not to notice along with how all of it comprises to a stunning and voluptuous beauty. Her body was curved into a perfect hourglass shaped with the fitting proportion of bust, hips, and butt. It was probably also why some of the girls had envious gazes at her to have such a glamorous physique neither too slender nor too meaty. Adding to that, she does have a beautiful face with those mysterious mauve eyes and sensual curly locks cradling her face.

However, the source of the attention was oblivious to the looks she is receiving. It is because she was looking at the piece of paper on her hand. This held the directions she needed to do to get enrolled or better yet to arrive at her new school. She actually had a late start since she had emotionally calm herself first thing in the morning. Speaking of which, it was a bit hard to believe that she had been living in this country for quite a long time now. To her, it was the first time. Everything was new and strange even if she had read what was written by her own hands on her journal. Her grip tightened on the paper before someone pulled her from behind. It startled her as a speeding car passed by her. "Are you alright? You better look where you're going missy." She looked behind her and saw the one who saved her was an elderly man.

"I'm sorry, but thank you very much." She noted as she properly faced the gentleman and then gave him a hug which surprised the other bystanders. "Miss!?" It seemed that this country was not that bad at all. "Thank you!" She released the man who was rather embarrassed as she then ran off once the pedestrian crossing was once again available. Somehow, she was rather lively than before and was looking forward to this day. She should write down on her journal which she was determined to do as she walked once more while jotting it down. By the time she finished writing it down, she finally reached the school. There were quite an amount of students already there. Some were holding a newspaper and had rather surprised look on their faces. They also seemed a bit agitated by what they're reading. It made her wonder what it was about. Others were gathered as if waiting for someone. Was there something going on? She looked at the school building for a moment. But, it seemed so quiet. Shrugging her shoulders, she entered the school gate after she showed her papers to the guards.

One of the guards just gently ushered her inside. She accepted his kindness and proceeded to the principal's office where she could process her papers. It was also kind of the guard to tell her directions to it as she followed it by ear. In any case, she soon reached the office as she prepared herself to enter the room. She softly knocked and opened the doors. "Excuse me... I'm here to submit my enrollment papers." She said and found that she was just the only student there. It made her think that she would be the new student this year. Somehow, she felt a bit shy all of a sudden. It was like her being a goldfish out of the fishbowl. In any case, the secretary looked at her and gestured for her to come close.

Approaching the desk, she introduced herself with a smooth and elegant move. It seemed completely natural and fitting for her. Some of the staff can't help but look at her; she was a very pleasant and exotic sight to see. " Good morning, I am Aina Malik. I have been told to submit my papers here." The secretary looked at her from head to toe and seemed to be pleased. "We've been expecting you. I'll get you ready." She nodded gingerly at this. "Thank you." She softly smiled and somehow it appeared Aina had wings and a halo. It didn't take long for her to be done as she left the principal's office and began to trace down her homeroom. It was actually nearing time for classes to begin as the hallways crowded with students who instantly attached their eyes on her. "It should be around this corner." Oblivious and absorbed in finding her homeroom, she didn't notice that she was basically categorized as an IT girl.

She turned around the corner and finally found her homeroom. She smiled triumphantly at this. It seemed that she has a good sense of direction, at least that wasn't damaged. She entered the homeroom. There were already some students grouping together indicating that they were friends or classmates from last year. It was not the same for her as she lowered her head a bit and looked for a possible vacant seat. She soon found one which was located at the middle. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" She politely asked the students nearby who shook their heads. Some seemed to be blushing and others seemed very enthusiastic in answering her. "Thank you." She said with a gentle smile before taking her seat and she then decided to write down on her journal. There seemed to be still some time before classes start, so she would put down everything that she had learned for the past hour and so. The directions, her seat, the people she had encountered, the small things, she really didn't want to forget, that's why at the very least...

She didn't want to forget writing it down.

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Character Portrait: Kurumi Fujioka Character Portrait: Yukito Kitomura Character Portrait: Shin Ogawa Character Portrait: Aina Malik Character Portrait: Kurou Kitomura

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|| Current Location ✦ School |||| [ Theme ✦ [Revolution ] ||

Shin could not say anything else as he watched Yukito walked away from him. His eyes narrowed into annoyance as he scratched the back of his head. This stupid tabloid just destroyed his good impression on Yukito. He couldn't help but click his tongue. "Tch. I hate those rags." He muttered under his breath as he decided to get to his class. The students murmured if the truth of rumors that Yukito and him being more than friends have any truth. He cast a look at them which effectively silenced them while taking their leave. It wasn't threatening or anything really, his look. He didn't like to display himself irresponsible especially with Yukito around. He would just think of a way to make it up to Yukito, but he couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. The younger male appeared to be unperturbed about him having a lover even if it was just a bunch of lies. "He could show a bit of jealousy." He stated inwardly as he soon found his room, but at that time, it was already raining and the school bell rang. There was also a suspicious wet trail by the door.

The teacher seemed to notice his presence by the door and determined that he must be one of the new students. Apparently, this is the best time to introduce the two new additions to the class. The teacher could already see the commotion about to happen, the two new students were very appealing in every angle. "Quiet down. This year we have two new students who would join the class." The teacher motioned for Shin to enter and then looked at the very exotic student present in the class. "If you two would come here in front of the class and introduce yourself." Shin entered the room where the female populace immediately swooned at his appearance, some squealed in delight knowing who he is. As for Aina, he stood from her seat and the males inside the classroom couldn't help attached their eyes on her form. "Settle down!" The teacher shouted to silence the class while pinching the bridge of his nose. He then looked at the two. "Go ahead."

Shin looked at the girl standing beside him who also glanced at him. "Would you like to go first?" Aina asked in a very gentle manner. Her presence was extremely hard not to notice and makes one very docile and comfortable. At the same time, Shin knew for a fact the girl was natural in every way. There was no make-up in sight at all. "Ladies first." Shin noted and Aina nodded gently as she faced the classroom. "Good morning, my name is Aina Malik. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I hope I can be friends with everyone." Her smile was sweet and gentle. There was no air of malice or a signature of her faking it. Her eyes of purple glistened with sincerity. She definitely stood out in terms of physical assets without doubt and probably even the inner ones. The class immediately roused to liveliness as questions were thrown at her way especially by the boys, like 'do you have a boyfriend" and so on.

Aina was a bit overwhelmed by the reaction as she did her best to answer the questions being thrown at her. She also seemed a bit troubled, but did her best to accommodate. The teacher began to get annoyed once more as he silenced the class. "Shut it!" He then looked at Shin when the class quieted down. "Your turn." Shin nodded at this and looked at the class. "Morning. Ogawa, Shin. I'll be in your care." This time, it was the girls' turn. Shin did his best as well to cordially answer the questions. He was used to it. Somehow, the teacher could not help but shake his head. It seemed that those reactions couldn't be helped with these two students. It made him wonder how the other homeroom teacher where Yukito is in charge is holding up. "Anyway! That's enough. You two take your seats. Malik-san, you can seat in the chair you already have. Ogawa-san, take that seat beside Fujioka-san." They both nodded as they made way to their seats.

Shin took his seat beside the one known as Fujioka. He cast a glance at her earlier at the front since the teacher pointed at her. She was obviously wet and from the water trail he found at the entrance, she must be part of the cause. He took his seat and kept to himself. The students would occasionally steal glances at him especially the females. Others would do their own way of getting his attention with the offer of friendship. He of course, answered in amicable manner, but not before the teacher would scold them as the lessons were underway. It was also the same for Aina who was apparently sitting beside Kurou, but this was put to a stop with the teacher's intervention. It was only now she noticed that his seatmate was soaking wet. It must be rather cold especially with the rain still pouring outside. The kind-hearted person as she is. She took out a towel inside her bag. Her mother reminded her to be always prepared. That flash of memory brought a tint of sadness in her, but she shook it off for now. "Excuse me, here please dry yourself." She offered her towel to Kurou with a gentle smile. "It would be terrible if you catch a cold." She was seriously worried about his health and nothing else. She was also unaware of Kurou's temperament, but this is simply how Aina is.

As for Shin, he removed his jacket which made the girls looked at him as some kind of eye candy. It's true that the girl beside her was having herself dry with a towel, but it wouldn't be enough to cover the wetness of her clothes in which most of the boys were liking the spectacle. "Hey." He called out to her. "Here." He then unceremoniously wrapped his jacket around her. It smelled rather good probably from his perfume, but then again, it seemed to have sweet scent seemingly natural. After doing that, he returned his attention at front and didn't say another word. Classes were starting after all.

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Character Portrait: Kurumi Fujioka Character Portrait: Shin Ogawa Character Portrait: Aina Malik Character Portrait: Kurou Kitomura

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"Quiet down. This year we have two new students who would join the class."

Kurumi felt her interest increase a bit as the teacher mentioned new students. She blinked a bit, her blue eyes scanning the room for new faces, but didn't notice anyone new, except for a foreign looking female. Where is the other new student? Her question was immediately answered when an ivory haired male entered the room. Kurumi's eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, but not for the same reason as the other girls. Kurumi tilted her head a bit while she tried to wrack her brain. This boy was vaguely peeking through her memories, and it was driving her nuts that she didn't remember anything else about him aside from the fact that she definitely had met him before.

"If you two would come here in front of the class and introduce yourself."

The girls around the room went into a frenzy, and she blinked in surprise. Was she supposed to know who this guy was from the get go? He looked familiar to her, but not on television like the other girls were yapping about. She felt as though she'd met him before, but she wasn't sure when. She didn't know him well enough to remember his name, but his presence was strangely familiar. Why does it feel like I've met you somewhere before..? Kurumi thought to herself as she dried her hair to the best of her ability. She wasn't worried about how she looked, she was the 'it' girl after all. Most of the girls in their school copied her fashion and makeup style, so she didn't care if they saw her natural skin for once, it'd only give them another reason to be jealous. The boys seemed to notice the dark skinned girl, and it caused Kurumi to quirk a brow. Would she be like the other girls? If she challenged Kurumi, she would knock this girl down a few pegs.. but if the girl didn't try to steal her crown, she'd share some of the limelight with her, so long as she didn't get too greedy.

"Settle down!"

Kurumi smiled a bit, silently giggling at the teacher's irritation. Then her attention turned to the class and she pressed a finger to her lips with a wink before turning her attention back to the two students. She was very interested, and she wanted to hear them without the annoying chatter of the class as well.

"Would you like to go first?"

The girl's voice sounded sweet and welcoming, but Kurumi knew better than to judge a book by it's cover. Kurumi wasn't nearly as cheerful or energetic as she portrayed herself to be, so she wouldn't trust her first instincts when it came to this girl either. Her own facade was enough to make her skeptical. It was at this moment that Kurumi realized she wasn't the only one who wasn't wearing makeup today. The dark skinned girl wasn't wearing any as far as she blonde could tell, and that was enough to make her grin. The girls at this school would put her through living hell if she didn't stand up for herself. Nemui experienced it enough, so Kurumi knew what other girls would do to a cute face if they weren't confident enough to defend themselves.

"Ladies first."

The boy told the girl to go first, and Kurumi felt his voice clawing at her memory. His voice was just as familiar as his presence, but she still couldn't remember anything. Not knowing how she knew him was quite maddening. She wasn't sure if he was trying to be a gentleman, or if he was stalling, but she tried to have a little faith in chivalry. Ironically enough, Kurumi was currently sitting mere feet from the ex boyfriend who mercilessly shot her view of chivalry in the head.

"Good morning, my name is Aina Malik. It is a pleasure to meet you all. I hope I can be friends with everyone."

...Well isn't she a dreamer. Kurumi thought to herself, but couldn't help smiling a bit. She was a bit envious of the dark skinned girl's ability to honestly believe such a delusional fantasy. Kurumi was slapped with reality a long time ago, and she opened her eyes to the harsh truths of the world. She wasn't naive enough to think that she could get along with everyone in the class, and she hoped the other girl would wake up from that assumption before someone else crushed that aspiration with their cruelty. The boys asked their typical questions and Kurumi rolled her eyes. A girl like that would never date average guys like them... Did their father's forget to explain what 'out of your league' means? She asked herself with a hint of curiosity, but her mood was laced with irritation more than anything. The boys of the class were being annoyingly disruptive.

"Shut it!" The teacher snapped at the class before returning his attention to the new male student, "Your turn."

Kurumi's eyes landed on the white haired male once more, growing a bit anxious. She was so upset that she could have punched herself in agitation. She couldn't place her finger on it, but she was absolutely certain that she'd met this guy somewhere before.

"Morning. Ogawa, Shin. I'll be in your care."

Everything finally clicked into place as he spoke his name. Kurumi finally remembered him! She had seen him around her mother's studio. They did a photo shoot together! Him and Mama, it all makes sense now. Kurumi thought to herself with a nod. She knew that it wasn't a big deal, especially since Nemui and her were just doing their homework just a few feet off of the shooting site. It wasn't something that should have been very memorable, but she did remember him. She tilted her head, wondering how disruptive Yukito and Nemui's class was compared to this one, especially since the Junior class was typically the boring class aside from girls swooning over Kurou every year.

"Anyway! That's enough. You two take your seats. Malik-san, you can seat in the chair you already have. Ogawa-san, take that seat beside Fujioka-san."

Kurumi couldn't help but tense up. Did he remember her? She doubted it, but she hoped that he didn't. She'd gotten in a huge argument with her mother that same day, and she didn't want anyone outside of her mother's fashion agency to be aware. That day was one of many where she'd completely shut down her mother's attempts to recruit her as a model. Shizuka always spends half of her time around Kurumi begging her to do a photo shoot, and if her classmates knew that she was turning down a chance for fame, it would bring up unnecessary questions.. She didn't want anyone to find out about her health or self-consciousness. If all went well, she'd be just another new face to Shin, and that is what Kurumi prayed to be.

"Excuse me, here please dry yourself."

Kurumi overheard the new girl as she spoke to Kurou, bringing it to Kurumi's attention that Kurou had gotten rained on as well. He ddidn't seem to be near as drenched as she had been, but in the midst of her haste, she hadn't noticed him much at all. He looks so different now.. She thought to herself with a solemn expression, turning her head so that she was now facing the front of the room. She closed her eyes and let out a silent but heavy sigh. Was it all just a lie? She rhetorically asked herself, fingers gripping at the towel she was still gently massaging over her now damp hair.

"It would be terrible if you catch a cold."

A cold..? That's not unlikely.. especially considering how cold it is in here.. Kurumi thought to herself, a shiver running down her spine. She didn't even realize that she'd been trembling this entire time, but the air conditioning in this building was top notch so she wasn't all that surprised.

"Hey." She heard Shin call out, but she wasn't aware that she was the recipient of his words. She was so lost in thought that she didn't immediately realize she was the one that Shin was currently talking to, "Here."

It wasn't until he spoke again that her head quickly turned to look at him directly. Her blue eyes shifted to Shin and a questioning look adorned her face. She still wasn't certain if he was referring to her, and she was even more confused about why he was half dressed, at least by the school's dress standards. Shin came across as even more aesthetically pleasing without the school's jacket than he did with it on, and she noted that the whispering got a bit louder now that he'd removed it. Though when he draped the jacket over her shoulders, she finally responded as any girl would have. Her cheeks exploded into a deep shade of pink, and she blinked several times just to be sure that this wasn't a figment of her imagination. EH!? J-Jacket? This is really embarrassing.. Everyone is staring! She realized that her mind definitely wasn't playing tricks on her, and she found herself at a loss of words.

She could smell faint traces of cologne or perhaps shampoo, she wasn't certain which it was.. but it was a relaxing scent, especially during the ongoing storm. She could almost physically feel the envious glares against her back, and she bit her lower lip in response. It was a little embarrassing wearing his jacket, but he definitely restored a lot of her faith in chivalry. She finally found her voice so she leaned over just slightly, one hand grasping the jacket to keep it from falling off of her shoulders, "I'm Fujioka, Kurumi and I'm very grateful. Arigato, Ogawa-san." She whispered in a hushed tone to Shin. She avoided making eye contact so that the teacher wouldn't catch them, but also because she was still blushing. She at least owed him her gratitude, so she forced the words out before she lost her nerve.

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Eww, kindness. Pleasantry. Friendliness.

Although Kurou had originally decided to take the introductions as an excuse to relax his eyes for a little bit, he could not drown out the sound of the students as they gave them, which meant that he had gotten to hear everything that was spoken, and because of his dislike for anything to do with 'kindness' and the like, he really couldn't react any other way than with disgust. Perhaps it may have been a disguise to fool the class, but something about the woman's tone and voice made it clear that she was at least used to such words. When Kurou tried to say the word "friend", it was noticeably more difficult than when this Aina chick did it. Well, he could just be overthinking it. Maybe she was just really great at acting? That was best to assume. After all, he learned firsthand that being nice got you nothing in return. It actually took things away. Important things. Kindness and chivalry.... they were just such flawed traits nobody should bother with, at least he thought so.

Placing his head back on the desk, Kurou tried to enjoy the rest of the introductions as much as he could. From what he gathered, the other student didn't seem to stray much from the generic intro most kids gave, which was perfectly fine by him. Even still, when he was done the rest of the class seemed just as interested in him as they did the girl who came before him. He hadn't actually bothered to get a really good look on the guy, so maybe he was just attractive? Typically, this was the case when the class got excited. They really were quite fond of their prettiest members. Though Kurou shouldn't be thinking about this as though it does not related to him. He may not be the "hottest" guy in the class, but he was definitely up there.

"Excuse me, here please dry yourself. It would be terrible if you catch a cold."

In all honesty, Kurou hadn't even noticed that this new girl had even approached him, let alone grab something from her bag and offer it to him. He looked up at her for a minute as if confused, before looking down at the towel she had presented to him. Now that he had thought about it, he was rather cold. It didn't really help the air conditioning was probably what this school blew most of its budget on. But soldiering onwards, he accepted to proposed towel, but not before noticing the pleasant scent it had. Girls really do like smelling good, don't they? Well, now it would have wet Kurou smell on it, however bad that might be. He wiped his face, hair, and neck thoroughly. Females who weren't staring in awe at Shin were gifted with the sight of something Kurou pulled off much better than anybody else: unkempt hair.

Of course, the bishounen shine and slow-motion came with it.

He felt much better now that he wasn't as damp. But... he had acknowledge this lady's generosity, even if it were a bit sickening. Looking back up to the young woman, he saw a disturbingly-bright smile on her face. It was actually almost painful to look at. Did she do this genuinely, or.... ? It didn't take a very good detective to solve that mystery. Her smile was not faked, or so it appeared even to the skeptical Kurou. This, of course, made him feel really awkward. Part of him resented the ability to do that, because that's exactly what he used to do. But another part just.... felt envious around people who could smile like her.

Maybe he should do something to wipe that smile off her face?

"Yeah.... thanks." He finally replied, offering the towel back to her and turning his face away. He then added, "Kurou Kitomura, by the way. Try not to forget it. I don't care to introduce myself more than once." There were, of course, many excuses for this exact response, when normally he'd go out of his way to make sure she wasn't so kind to him again.

Because it's the first day of school, so I don't want to bother right now!

The teacher would just give me a lecture if I caused a scene!

She's new here, so I can't just destroy her day!


Kurou tried not to think about it. Most others were paying attention to the other new kid anyways, so it wasn't likely to cause much of a fuss to start with. Speaking of, what was that new guy doin---

Oh, perhaps I was mistaken?

Kurou watched as Kurumi's face went from a normal, fair shade to a color quite similar to his thought font color a beet. Of course, this was incited by the most generic of gentlemanly moves, one that any man should know if he were looking for love in highschool or even college or university. The old "give her your jacket" trick. Yes, such a wonderfully easy move that required one to have but a jacket, and for the female in question to either be cold or wet, or both (Giggity). Kurou had seen it done many times before, and even done it himself during one point of his life (that was, of course, before the shooting). Generally, it was more effective the more attractive you were, and how suave your voice sounded. Kurou wouldn't be able to pull it off anymore on any of the students that knew him for obvious reasons, but because this young man, Shin, was new, then he had no problems doing so.

What a beast.

Kurou admired the man's technique. While some birds sang to court their partners, and some crabs danced, humans were unique. Instead of dancing, singing, or the like, they instead offered but a jacket. That, or depending on the vanity of the woman, copious amounts of jewelry, but that was not the case here. One jacket to swoon them all.

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Kurou, of course, did not actually find the sight entertaining. Instead, he immediately became disappointed with the fact Kurumi was blushing so easily. Simply throwing a jacket on a girl should not evoke such a fierce blush at this day and age. Maybe when they were younger, sure, but that was back when the scariest and most intimate things kids could think of were holding hands and kissing.

Well, it wasn't like it concerned him anyways and unless someone else spoke to him, he just returned his head to the desk.

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Character Portrait: Nemui Fujioka Character Portrait: Himeko Katsukawa Character Portrait: Kurumi Fujioka Character Portrait: Yukito Kitomura Character Portrait: Shin Ogawa Character Portrait: Aina Malik Character Portrait: Kurou Kitomura Character Portrait: Ren Suzuki

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ImageWell, Yukito had initially thought that school would be as boring as he had remembered before. That was not the case at all. He was instead welcomed on his first day by many events that at their own stood out to be an opportunity for him to have his delectable time playing with. There was the fact of having the chance to toy with his so-called stepsisters, and then there was the Leech, now, this paranoia girl who reminded him of a certain individual. This year was starting to be a salad of many chaotic opportunities for him.

His thoughts stopped for a while as he watched the two new additions introduced themselves. In order for him to perfectly unnerve his prey, he was naturally perceptive and keenly observant.

That's why he noticed that look which the paranoia girl had given Ren. What could be the meaning behind that? It seemed to be triggered by what the neighbor boy had said which has only three important points as far as he's concerned. The name, the place, and the meaning of Ren's casual greeting, among those factors something struck a chord on that girl. Another fine point, he would use to his advantage in the near future. At the moment, his attention shifted to Nemui who also seemed to be affected by Ren's introduction. This one was not of surprise, but of pleasantness. She giggled and had a smile on her lips. He elegantly tilted his head and placed his elbow on his desk while his chin was delicately placed at the back of his hand. The mere movement was without doubt dazzling as some of the girls were overly delighted by that sight.

As for him, he was inwardly seething on how to rip that smile of hers apart. Yes, he was rather diabolical and cruel isn't it? But much like how his brother outwardly changed, he did so inwardly, it was more perfect for his sadistic tendencies. She was simply unlucky for allowing her mother to marry his father. This is what they must call an unfortunate coincidence. "Hmm... I feel a bit envious." He muttered enough for Nemui to hear. His eyes never left her profile. "Do you like Suzuki-san?" He asked in a manner that did not betray any emotions. It was but a friendly question of course. "Well, if you need advice on such matters. I'd be happy to help." He added with a hint of cheerfulness and then proceeded to look at the front for the teacher began the roll call. Ah that's right, there was something else to be said.

"Just call me Yukito-san if it's alright. After all, I do call you Nemui-san. Plus if my brother and I are at the same place and you call out to any of us like that, also if my father is present. It would be confusing, right?" He ended it with a kind smile and then responded to the teacher's call who had called the name of the Paranoia girl first, and then his. "Kitomura, Yukito." He looked at the teacher and then gave a friendly smile. "Here, sensei." and, it continued on. He didn't strike another conversation with Nemui after that as he focused on the lessons. It was not every day that he would be able to attend. He does have a busy schedule for next week as his manager had shown him. That's why moments he could get to spend in school was important, but that was not the case for Ren who seemed to have the knack of being a comedian.

The guy had obviously stated the most common used excuses that even if it was the truth would not be judge as that. The result, detention. He couldn't help but laughed inwardly at that. The guy was fine on his book as far as he is concerned, more than that; Nemui seemed to like the guy, although not on the romantic level for now. It would be useful for him to have the guy nearby. "Daidouji-sensei." The teacher looked at Yukito. "What is it Kitomura-kun?" He smiled kindly at the teacher and spoke his piece. "I would like you to reconsider giving Suzuki-san, a detention. This is the first day of school. Why not give him a second chance? I'd take responsibility for it, next time." The teacher looked at him with surprise and then considered what has been said. He soon caved in by sighing. "If you're willing to go that far… Suzuki-san." He looked at Ren. "You better be thankful for Kitomura-kun's intervention. Detention lifted."

That went well as Yukito aired his gratitude for it of course. "Thanks, Daidouji-sensei." At the same time, that was another plus point for him as his classmates looked at him in a more adoring light than before. For him, he was making his move one step at a time.
ImageShin's actions were for the most part by instinct than because of other intentions that people might think. He simply disliked the idea of a girl being taken advantaged of especially when he's around and can do something about. It was some of the morals his mother raised him with and he kept it with him as much as possible. It was in a way of a memento, right? At the same time, he wasn't bothered by the possible rumors that could start because of this. It wasn’t true anyway. He was also used to it since he is part of the entertainment industry.

On the other hand, his eyes roamed a bit towards the new girl Aina who seemed to be offering assistance to a boy who was also wet. His eyes narrowed a bit, not because of any negativity, more like the guy resembles that of Yukito, and some features.

Could it be possible that they’re relatives? That’s right he did hear that Yukito's older brother studies here as well. Could this be him? If that was so, then-- But his thoughts did not continue on that path as he heard a voice beside him, his eyes of pale blue, almost like lavender looked at the girl named Fujioka, Kurumi as she introduced herself and said her thanks.

It was clear to him that she was blushing. He had been around women to know how they react, but he didn't see this as a bad thing. He also didn't make anything big out of it. She was already trying her best to speak her gratitude to him, by the looks of it. Somehow, her reaction reminded him of that girl from last night. That's right, that simple interaction has now become a bane of his existence this morning. Oh well... "Don't worry about it." He spoke in a smooth yet thick baritone voice. There were no underlying intentions identifiable behind his words. He was simply imparting what he believed is logical and right. "I don’t want you to get sick and you’re not a piece of meat." His eyes then returned at front, hoping that lunch would come. That way, he could see his light again. It was he's only reason coming here anyway.
ImageAina was smiling with the purest intentions towards her seatmate who soon took her towel. She was truly happy for that as he made quick work of drying himself. It was a good thing that he was really doing his best in that. It seemed he didn’t also want to get a cold. She was of course completely oblivious to his charms that actually most girls find very attractive. It was probably due to the fact; she knew that love and such things would be impossible for someone like her. It will just cause further heartbreak on both sides. That's why there was not a sparkle of interest within her.

Her towel was soon returned to her as he said his thanks. She took back the towel and noticed how he looked away afterwards. She wondered if there was something wrong, but he appeared to be fine. "You're welcome... Uhmm"

That's right she forgot to get his name. It was rude of her. She has no idea who he is exactly, but that was given to her soon enough. Her eyes widen a bit and then had the brightest smile at this very moment. "Of course, Kitomura-san!" She was happy at his response even if most would found it crass and rough. For her, it seemed that she had made a friend. She did, didn't she? It was a good thing as they were going to be seatmates now. She quickly turned to her journal and began writing down on it. She wouldn't want to forget this. It was clear that she was happy with what happen.

She finished writing what happened and then she folded her towel and placed it back inside her bag. She was glad that the wisdom of her mother helped her made a friend quickly. She completely has a different perception at the moment, but that’s simply how she is. She glanced at him and noticed something else. Oh, Kitomura-san, you have something on your face. She pointed out as she tilted her head and adorably peeked at her face. She wasn’t thinking anything behind her actions. It was simply normal for her.

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Kurumi couldn't help but notice that Kurou and the new girl, Aina, were getting along rather swimmingly. Something about it irked her, but she wasn't aware that the feeling was jealousy. Kurou and Aina were conversing in a friendly manner, at least as friendly as Kurou was ever going to get these days. She understood that he started changing when his mother died, hell, it was all over the news for weeks.. Yet, she couldn't accept that he was still behaving this way. Her father died a slow and painful death right before her eyes. He battled his illness for years and she was there to witness him shedding pounds and vomiting blood. She understood how death could change a person, especially a child... but how did that give him an excuse to be sour to everyone even years later? His behavior made her blood boil sometimes. He pushed everyone away slowly in the time after his mother's murder, Kurumi especially.

He currently seemed to be doing fine as far as interacting with the new girl went, and that drove her a bit crazy. She wished that he would have given her a real reason, some kind of tangible closure. Breaking up with her without giving her a solid reason was simply bewildering. Did he want her to suffer trying to make heads or tails of his behavior, or did he simply not care enough to end things properly?

"Don't worry about it."

Thankfully she received a reply from her seatmate, Shin. He was the boy who lent her his jacket and the boy she was currently expressing her gratitude to, well, before her mind wandered off that is. She blinked a bit at his casual tone. Was there really anything she could say to that? He didn't leave her with a lot of room to reply, not that she blamed him. They were in the middle of class after all.. What was I honestly expecting him to say..? Kurumi thought to herself, slightly disappointed in herself for expecting more.

"I don’t want you to get sick and you’re not a piece of meat."

She was left speechless for a moment, taken aback by Shin's words. He wasn't flirting or anything, in fact it was the exact opposite. To hear that he didn't see her as an object to be sought after or 'piece of meat' as Shin put it, that was a huge relief and brought a warm smile to her features. Most of the boys in their class treated her like a trophy or porcelain doll, and it was maddening. She liked being popular, but she didn't like the ogling and awkward perverted stares that accompanied it, "Arigato, Ogawa-San." She replied with a smile, before returning her attention to the teacher. She didn't want to get Shin in trouble, especially after his act of kindness.

She was growing bored, but she listened to the lecture, that is until the next surge of thunder roared through the building. Kurumi's blue eyes widened in a pure, unfiltered sense of fear. She immediately shot from her desk without giving anyone in the room any obvious warning. However, she managed to play off her fear with unexpected grace, "Sensei, please excuse me, I am not feeling well!" She alerted the teacher in rushed manner, who excused the blonde that sprinted out of the classroom shortly after she was given the 'go ahead'.

Kurumi made a beeline for the girl's restroom once she was in the halls. The bathrooms were one of the only rooms with no windows, so as a result the sound didn't tear through them as loudly as it would in the classroom. The girl's bathroom was an ideal spot to wait the storm out at. Kurumi sat in one of the stalls, sitting on the back of the toilet (the part where the water builds up) with her hands over her ears. She kept this position until the storm cleared up, and she exited the stall. She was now fully dry, and she combed through her hair with her fingers, successfully salvaging her light blonde locks.

She ran Shin's blazer under the hand dryers for a few minutes before returning to class, giving the teacher an apologetic look. She received a warning glare, but apparently the teacher wasn't aware of her habit of leaving class on stormy days. It was a bit of gossip among the teachers, but most of the students hadn't made the connection either. Kurumi was present for the last subject before lunch, but missed half of the first and all of the second. She'd have to get a photocopy of the day's notes or Nemui would skin her alive when they got home..

She retrieved her bento from her locker in the back of the room and returned to her seat. For some reason her lunch felt heavier than usual, and she tilted her head in confusion, but the cause for it quickly dawned upon her. She didn't notice it earlier, because she was late, but there were two bento lunches in her makeshift bag. The two were identical, so she gave the lunch to the only human pig that she knew in the room. She would have offered it out loud, but then most of the boys would have fought over it. The easiest and least violent way to rid herself of the extra food was to just give it to Kurou, the boy who lacked table manners.

"Ne-chan made too much. Sometimes she forgets that she's already made mine and makes my bento twice. You're the only person I know who can eat two. Knock yourself out." That was all that she said to her 'ex' and 'brother' before returning to her seat. He was in the second seat of the second row, and she was in the fourth row and sat in the second seat of that row. There was one student that was sitting between them earlier, but they were out socializing for the lunch period. Aina was on the opposite side of Kurou, and Shin was to Kurumi's left, in row five, the second seat from the front, just like the others that she noted.

She knew that giving a boy a bento meant a lot to those around her, but she simply opened her original bento, "Itadakimasu.." She mumbled under her breath, and began eating quietly. When she reach for a second bite, she suddenly remembered something. She retrieved Shin's jacket from the back of her chair, seeing as she couldn't have handed it to him in the middle of class, "Oi, Ogawa-San.. I forgot, here's your jacket." She handed him the jacket, realizing that it probably smelled like a mixture of Shin's cologne and her favorite strawberry-vanilla perfume, but there wasn't a lot that she could do. It wasn't like there was a washing machine in the building, at least not one she was allowed to use. At least the perfume didn't actually smell like most perfumes. The scent was light and fruity, and actually smelled like real vanilla and strawberries. It took her ages to find the brand, and now she swears by it, although it is a bit expensive. I hope he doesn't mind the perfume smell.. Do boys even like strawberry and vanilla scents? she thought nervously, discreetly biting the inside of her cheek.

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And she was still there. Watching. Waiting. And, mostly irritatingly: smiling. Smiling that same, bright, beautiful smile this girl had on since she appeared in front of the class, and probably even before then too. Along with that overbearing smile came an excitement when Kurou had told her his name. Almost as if she had won the lottery or something, and that was... well, odd. Maybe other, normal people would enjoy this but it just didn't work with Kurou. All this did was make him uncomfortable and he couldn't really say why.

He glanced up at her when she mentioned something on his face. "There is?" he wasn't sure what that 'something' was, but now that he knew about it, it would bug him until he got rid of it. So, he wiped his face until it wasn't physically possible for anything to be on it and probably making himself look a bit silly in the process, and that was that. "Ari--..." Kurou never finished that word. He couldn't. That would be uncharacteristic and it isn't like pointing out something like that was worthy of praise or anything. Instead, he sharply turned his head away probable embarrassment. This new girl was definitely weird, what with all her smiling and trying to be so friendly. For now, Kurou decided he would keep himself from looking anywhere near the new girl. She would just make him feel more uncomfortable than he already did today and if he kept a low profile then he wouldn't have any reason to interact with her. However, this plan had a fatal flaw, which was that it was raining.

And with the rain came thunder.

As a rather nasty crackle boomed through the school, Kurou himself sat up and alert. But this was all he did. Since he knew it was raining and was preparing himself for it, the thunder didn't evoke a serious reaction as it did earlier, but he still was on edge because of it and his heart did manage to jump. Loud noises in general did this, but thunder especially so. Luckily for him, Kurumi's reaction was a lot more obnoxious and provided for a distraction. He had seen her jump up immediately when the thunder boomed. While some students might believe she was just not feeling well, he could at least make out she didn't care for storms. That being said, he didn't care to really bother with it, so he remained quiet and calmed himself down by quietly taking deeper breaths until his heart rate slowed to a normal pace.

After Kurumi left the room, Kurou simply laid his head down on his desk and half-listened to what was being explained until class ended for lunch.

There were sometimes when Kurou would actually put in the effort to make his own lunch. Typically, his bento would have strawberries somewhere in it and that was without exception. However, today was not such a day. Today was one of those days where he had to ensure he got to the front of the line to buy a lunch before all the good stuff was taken.

Today was a day for war.

As class ended, Kurou seemingly disappeared without a trace. He flexibly dashed through the student body blocking the way towards the cafeteria and to food. However, there were others like him. Others who wished to enjoy the best of the best when it came to school eats. And they were his enemies. A shorter, rounder student in front of him was making his best attempts to push through the crowd. His efforts were respected by his foe, Kurou, but nevertheless, they were in vain. Kurou's figure made it much easier to accomplish this than the kid, and with grace, Kurou managed to do what the kid could not and pass through a rather thick bunch of friends. However, beating one foe was not enough. Someone with a similar build to Kurou was dashing past students as if they were nothing. This would be the turning point. He must win. Kurou picked up his pace as fast as he could to catch up to his opponent, who while only a few feet ahead of him originally, was gaining feet by the second. Yet, despite his best efforts, this boy was a master at student-passing and even Kurou could not best him. All hope seemed lost.

Until the boy made a mistake.

He attempted to push another student to the side, but that particular student wasn't having any of it, and pushed him back. Not expecting this, he lost his balance and tumbled to the floor, causing a small student pile-up in the hallway, but also allowing Kurou to pass by and reach his goal. As he walked by the defeated foe, he flashed a grin, knowing his victory was assured. And so ends the thrilling tale of how Kurou managed to go buy food and get to his seat in a very short amount of time.

By the time Kurumi had decided to give her extra bento to Kurou, he was already pretty much finished with his own, though he did manage to eat it like a normal human being this time, due to his being in public. Hearing her voice caused him to look up to her with a confused expression. He was about to question what she was doing, but she explained it before he could do so.

"Ne-chan made too much. Sometimes she forgets that she's already made mine and makes my bento twice. You're the only person I know who can eat two. Knock yourself out."

"Should I take that as a compliment?" he asked sarcastically, not expecting a response. He didn't get one either. Kuruo thought that was a bit rude. What did he ever do to her? Oh yeah, stuff.... Kurou turned his attention down towards the extra bento. Even if she wasn't the most polite person in the word, she still gave him a bento. Food was always something Kurou enjoyed just a bit more than the average joe, so he didn't waste too much time finishing up his first before beginning on the second.

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"...O-oishii...." he inadvertently said aloud, cautiously looking back to make sure Kurumi wasn't still there. She wasn't, thankfully. Honestly he was not expecting much from Nemo, but after taking the first bite he had been surprised. It was definitely something he enjoyed, evidenced by the fact that the bento lasted a mere few seconds after he had begun it.

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Shin did not fine the need to answer back when his female seatmate offered another word of thanks. He wasn't exactly sure what for as he simply stated what he thinks. He just continued drowning himself in the the waiting game and would occasionally allow himself to listen to the teacher's lectures which was mostly useless to him in his honest opinion. For most part, the class continued without anymore hassle. The only thing that can be noted was the sudden loud sound of lightning filling the room like electricity. It was at that point Kurumi suddenly stood and excused herself.

People appeared not to connect the dots from that reaction, but somehow he believed that her getting out of the room was related to nature's spectacle of loud lights. It was rather strong for a reaction. This meant that she was very scared of it. Well, he wasn't going to say something about it. It's normal for people to have something they fear. It is even true to him. Yes, he does fear. That's why he didn't spare any attention to it and focused himself on other things, like classes and just like that, time passed on. He would at times converse with others who would initiate small conversations, especially the girls.

The teacher was actually having a hard time making the class behave around him and even towards the new girl. Somehow, he does feel bad about the teacher who was rather upset since everyone was more attentive of them than the lessons. Well, that's life and that's when lunch finally came. The bell rang meaning that morning classes have ended and that instantly lit up his mood. He was going to find where Yukito's classroom is and ask the guy to lunch. It shouldn't be that hard since he knew for a fact that the young pop idol was famous even more so in this school.

He didn't have those boxed lunches and no one is going to prepare anyone for him in this case. It is only right that he get his lunch at the cafeteria. It was at that point, some of the girls immediately surrounded him, asking if they could have lunch together and the dreaded if what was on the magazine was true. He really didn't have time for this, but he must adapt. He politely turned down their offers with telling them that he would make it up for them next time since he has an appointment with someone and then, he denied any truth to the article. It was all in a day's work he would say and that was when he heard the familiar voice of his seatmate, Kurumi.

She handed his jacket back since she doesn't need it judging by her appearance. "Okay. Thanks." He took it and aptly wore it and that's when he got a whiff of something foreign. "Strawberry?" He muttered under his breath as the surprise registered on his face briefly. He then looked back at Kurumi. "Is it your perfume?" He asked out of curiosity. It's not because he hated it as he listened to his answer. "It's nice. I like it." He stated while taking another whiff of the scent from his collar before properly wearing it. He just didn't close the buttons. "Later." He then left the room and began his search for Yukito.

On the other hand, the said Yukito was having a fun time with Nemui. Her flustered reactions were something he would like more to see. This is his sadistic side speaking actually, but he was a bit disappointed when she settled with calling him by Fuwa. It wasn't an issue really. For now, he would let it go at that and soon enough classes ended for the morning and lunch was underway. Thinking about it, he didn't prepare any boxed lunches. It had slipped his mind as he inwardly shrugged about it. There was always the school cafeteria. It would suffice for now. He then stood from his seat as girls and even boys surrounded him in a dozen. Everyone was asking about eating lunch with him or those who were brave enough wanted to confirm, if Nemui was truly his sister.

ImageOf course, he answered it all as pleasantly polite as he could. He confirmed that Nemui is indeed his soon-to-be sister. There was no help in denying that. Plus, it would also allow him certain privileges now it has been exposed. From the corner of his eyes, he could see that Nemui went to Ren. The guy had thanked him earlier for his intervention, but there was something else that interested him, that interaction between him and Nemui. Yukito was surely going to use that to his advantage in the near future. He was only taken from his moment when his classmates if they could join him for lunch. Well, he had no other plans and was about to answer when someone else did for him. "I'm sorry, but I would like for him to have lunch with me instead."

At that point, girls immediately screeched in surprise and in delight, because there he was in all of his glory, Shin leaning casually at the doorway. Yukito could not help but inwardly rolls his eyes. He wasn't selfish in terms of attention. He was fine sharing it. It is also a fact that Shin was such a vision and that's why he's a model, but the screeching could be toned down. It's rather deafening. He might go deaf and that wouldn't be good for his career for starters. He then released a soft sigh and that playful smile was on his lips. "I don't believe I made an appointment with you, Leech-kun." Yukito retorted with all of his cheerful politeness as his orange eyes landed on Shin. He should have known the guy would seek him out quickly. As for the said man, he shrugged his shoulders and removed himself from the entryway and casually took a seat in an empty chair beside Yukito. The one who owned it was probably off having lunch somewhere.

Image"It's Shi-Shi, and since you are technically my senpai, would you not be kind to your kouhai?" Shin offered a smile at the end which made those around them blush furiously. Yukito sighed at this and contemplated defeat, since the man was using their status in the agency. That's when he remembered someone inside the room which would be entertaining. "I see, but would it not be disrespectful to your girlfriend that you would chose lunch with me than with her." His eyes of citrine gold held nothing malicious about anything. It was like declaring that it's raining outside. Shin raised an eyebrow at this and shook his head. "What are you saying? That's---" Shin said as he looked at the direction where Yukito pointed and his eyes of lavender widened slightly in surprise. "It's you, that girl..." He muttered under his breath.

Yukito then stood from his seat. "I would be leaving you both to it then." He then went towards the exit as Shin quickly returned his attention to the younger boy. "Huh? Wait, Yu--" Yukito smiled at him. "You better clear things up. No one wants a player, Leech-kun. I'll see you later then." He exited the room with only a wave of hand while he had that devilish smile inwardly, because his outward appearance never betrayed any of his malicious deeds. As for Shin, he released a rather frustrated sigh and could feel the stares from the other students. It was like piercing wanting to know the truth between him and this girl who he had thought never to see again.


In regards to the other newcomer to the school, Aina was rather pleased in the overall experience she is having thus far. Everyone was rather friendly including her seatmate. When she told him about something on his face, he immediately removed. "It's all gone now. You did a good job, Kitomura-san." She noted as she pulled away and settled comfortably in her seat. She was like that for the remainder of the classes and she was rather studious as she listened intently to the teacher. The thunder and lightning did not bother her as much as her seatmate is concerned or another girl in the class who excused herself. It made her wonder if the girl was fine. It would be terrible if she got sick or something. Perhaps, she could offer some medicine. Her grandfather is quite the apothecary.

She jotted it down and soon lunch had arrived. She stretched her arms forward and noticed that Kitomura was already out. He must be going to the cafeteria for lunch. As for her, she prepared her own packed lunch. She took it out as other of her classmates mostly boys asked to have lunch together. She did not see any harm in that and was about to agree, but the girls quickly blocked it and instead invited her. "Why don't we all eat lunch together?" And that is what exactly happened, as they all eat together. Aina's friendly and comforting presence made the transition of having lunch rather a pleasant experience. It was at that point, they started to leave her when Kitomura returned, but not before saying that her cooking was exceptional. Well, it is.

ImageAina was oblivious that Kitomura rather has a bad personality reputation which most students try to be out of the way for. Soon, it was just her and Kitomura but then, the female student who was not feeling well appeared and gave him a bento. That was a very nice gesture and the two seemed to know each other. She gave them their space as she simply jotted the events in her journal to remember by. She was only startled a bit when she remembered there was still some fruits she packed for deserts. She took it out and then opened it which revealed it to be strawberries. It was quite a lot since someone gave them to her grandfather. It would be best if she shared them. She was still in her thoughts when she heard Kitomura saying oishi, that meant delicious as she looked at him.

"I'm glad you're enjoying your lunch Kitomura-san." She warmly smiled and then remembered her strawberries. "Oh, would you like some for dessert?" She added as she then showed him the strawberries. She was unaware that it was something that her seatmate liked it very much and here she was going to share it to everyone in the class.

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"Should I take that as a compliment?"

Kurumi wasn't exactly ignoring Kurou, because as much as she wished she could, it wasn't possible for her. She actually just walked away so fast that she was too far away to respond casually. She wasn't too concerned though, he had the new girl to keep him company after all, and being around him was extremely stressing, and she had enough of that in her life without Kurou. She still didn't know how to break it to her sister and mother about her disease, she was beginning to feel that she shouldn't say anything at all. It'll only worry them more if I tell them.. I should keep my mouth shut.... I should deal with it by myself, right? I can handle this on my own.. Besides, telling them won't fix the problem.. I'll still be sick..

She noticed that Kurou was eating the bento, but she couldn't tell if he was enjoying it, mostly because he ate all of his meals as if he were a starving Ethiopian child. She overheard a rumor about Shin, but she couldn't hear his reply. So he.. has a girlfriend?

"Okay. Thanks."

"No, thank you. You saved me after all." She replied back in a grateful manner, smiling with closed eyes to conceal her confusion and inner turmoil. She could barely focus on the conversation now that she's heard the rumor about him and the 'mystery girl'.

Shin accepted the jacket, and she only realized when she felt the fabric gently slip out of her hand, "It took a while, but it's dry." She informed him, her eyes shifting to the far off wall to her left rather than meeting his eyes. She didn't catch his look of shock, but turned her head when she heard him speaking, though his muttered words were unrecognizable to her.

"Is it your perfume?"

"Hai. It's foreign. I couldn't find a good one in Japan. Most strawberry and vanilla scented perfumes smell like anything but strawberry and vanilla..." She explained nervously, wondering if her perfume would get him in trouble with the girl that he was seeing. She hoped not, because she would feel guilty, especially since he seemed like a decent guy... She couldn't help but think about the other girl though.

"It's nice. I like it."

"Arigato, Ogawa-Sa-" her appreciation was cut short when he sniffed the blazer. She had managed to keep her cool when he mentioned liking the smell of her perfume, but watching him intentionally sniff it was a bit embarrassing and she felt her entire face erupt into a light pink blush.

"Later."

"B-Bye-Bye." She managed to stutter out. Then her thoughts returned to the rumor she overheard about Shin, i should have known a guy that hot had a girlfriend. Oh darn it.. I probably shouldn't have accepted his jacket.. I'm so stupid.. She was definitely disappointed. She thought that he was simply being chivalrous, that there was genuine hope for chivalry, but she was quickly reminded otherwise. Why was I so embarrassed..? I'd of thought my heart had learnt it's lesson.. I need to just stop getting all doki doki for these bad boy types.. Or maybe I was just trying to hurry up and get over Kurou.. She mentally scolded herself, letting out a soft sigh before her friend that loaned her a towel drug her back to her seat. A barrage of junior girls began asking her questions, especially since she had spoken the most to Shin since class had started. She didn't know a lot about him, other than he modeled with her mother a bit in the past. A lot of girls were jealous, but since they knew Kurumi was the 'it' girl, seeing as her mother was a well known actress and clothing designer, they were fairly silent about their jealousy and avoided shooting her dirty looks. Instead of being rude, many begged to come to the set, and Kurumi laughed nervously, "Ogawa-San hasn't worked with my mother in some time. It would be a wasted trip if you'd be going just for his sake." She assured the girls with a quick wave of her hands.

She took a few more bites of her bento, but she couldn't sit in the class any longer. She needed a break. She put her food away, and excused herself from her friends. She made her way across the room with her head kept down. She didn't want to see how much fun Kurou and Aina were having together. Kurumi made it to the hall, but her legs refused to stop. She quickly shifted through the crowded halls, not really paying attention to who she passed. Once she was outside, Kurumi let out a soft sigh, stopping for a second to catch her breath. The building was so.. suffocating. Everyone in there was so cheerful and optimistic, believing her to be the most, yet she was far less cheerful than they realized. No one ever noticed when she was depressed, but she was always there to listen when anyone else was.. No one even noticed that she was sick.. No one cared to notice that she was drastically weaker than she had been in middle school. No one cared, so long as she looked pretty. She was just something to admire, like a poster. They didn't care about how she was feeling or if she was ill.

Before she even realized it, Kurumi found herself sitting under a tree, well, kneeling to avoid getting her skirt wet. She gazed up to the sky just in time to catch the birds beginning to fly around. Now that the rain was weak, they returned to their lively business and it caused her to smile a bit, but it wasn't enough to fully cheer her up.

She really didn't want to think about it, but her mind ran over her time with Kurou when they dated, then the breakup, and finally the past two days.. It was unnerving living in the same house. She hadn't seen him shirtless or coming out of the shower in only a towel, but she was sure that it would happen eventually, that or Yukito, perhaps even both. She wished she could see the two boys as genderless beings, because the wedding was tomorrow. She just wanted to see them as her harmless and platonic siblings, but that seemed to be impossible. Not to mention she had a test before school was out. She hadn't studied a single bit. I'm going to fail!! Nemui is going to slaughter me! Though, on the bright side, work will get my mind off of things, for a few hours at the least... if Nemui lets me live... Will they send me home if I am severely maimed..? She thought, cheering up just a tiny bit more at that thought.

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Your strawberries surive.... this time!
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Kurumi was not the only one plagued with memories of the past, though his thouhts weren't of the time they spent together, at least not entirely. Kurou could remember every sickening detail of the kid he used to be before his mother's death whenever Aina spoke to him, the one Kurumi had liked. Her words were always sweet and genuine, and that damn smile that irritated him too.... they were both things Kurou was guilty of in the past.

Sick. Disgusting. Foolish.

Could she just stop? She seemed so dense, and Kurou was used to people picking up on the fact he wasn't a very kind person anymore. But she didn't. Aina repeatedly attempted to interact with him, a smile on her face the entire time, and because Kurou was used to people immediately realizing he was not going to be their 'friend', he was put off by this behavior. Sure, in the past he'd encountered people who originally appeared as though they were just paragons of good, but they never were. All it typically took was one or two sharp, impolite responses, and they would drop their false personas and reveal their inner, selfish selves.

He liked them better like that.

So he was wondering what the case was here. Aina seemed genuine. Genuinely stupid. Only a fool goes out of their way to be nice to others, when it won't benefit them. It annoyed him almost to no end, those words laced with sugar. He still couldn't rule out the possibility she was a fake, however. It was even possible that she was out to cause him trouble. Maybe he did something to her in the past and she wanted some revenge? He did recall purposely making a big deal out of a breakup before, didn't he? But he didn't recognize her, so unless she went to some extreme lengths to plot out this revenge, then this wasn't her. And what would she even accomplish, were this the case? A "Ha-ha! I was really that one girl the whole time!", after getting "close" to him? Yeah, that'd happen. I've been watching too much TV or something...

Well, whatever her reason was did not matter in the end. She would suffer eventually. He knew that. And eventually she would take the hint, or he would have to get serious. So he should just get up and leave her to her....

...to her......

....her.....

.......strawberries.

Aina, having been looking directly at Kurou as she spoke to him (presumably), would likely have noticed how she did not exist. At least not as far as Kurou was concerned. He had met her gaze as she began speaking, but as soon as the strawberries were revealed, his eyes locked on to them and nothing else. He was so focused on them that it took him a moment to snap back to reality. He instantaneously got suspicious. Is this it? Her goal? Is she trying to poison me? He thought that maybe his earlier theory was not so crazy anymore, considering she apparently knew his weak point, and was offering them to him. Well, he was on to her now!

Unfortunately, he still wanted them, whether or not he would die afterwards.

Kurou nodded to the offer before helping himself with little regard for respect. It did not take him too long to devour half of the strawberries himself, but because he ate two bentos, he was actually stuffed and incapable of eating them all, though it was very apparent he would have finished every last single one, if given the chance.

"They were good." he said, more to the strawberries than to Aina, before standing up from his desk. He still, however, needed to leave. Perhaps go somewhere where he wouldn't be found. That way, this girl couldn't watch the poison as it took to his body. He would die a happy man, knowing that she wouldn't be able to witness her plan's completion. That, and he really didn't want to hear or speak to her, or else he would eventually get more annoyed than usual. "See you later." So, he departed from the classroom after only looking once more at Aina, throwing away the trash he had a trash at the corner of the class, and headed out the classroom door so as to find somewhere he could be in peace until next class. Perhaps even then. But because of the raining, it was unlikely anywhere inside was going to be safe, even if it had lightened up, there would still be a lot of people inside. And, just like Aina, people weren't fun. Crowded, tight spaces always made Kurou unhappy. School was still as bad as anywhere else, but he had no choice and oftentimes focused on something else to help him feel more comfortable. That being said, he still didn't like them. So he figured a place where it was highly unlikely anybody else would be, given the weather. He was confident, too. After all, you there was only one place there where you couldn't get wet, and you did need to be leaning against the wall even then.

So that's why...

He was confused. Because there was someone else there. And they did not seem to mind the rain at all, letting the sprinkling pelt them without a care in the world, so it would seem from Kurou's perspective, given he was behind her. For a moment, he wondered why there was a girl out on the roof by herself. But that curiosity turned to irritation immediately, because it was possible she would try to bug him. He clucked his tongue accordingly, but decided he was going to stay up here because that's what he wanted to do. So, taking shelter under the roof of the exit onto the roof of the school, he remained quiet. Whether she heard the door close or not was of no interest to him. He just wanted some time to himself.

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This was indeed being troublesome more than he wanted to invest his effort in. Shin had decided to ignore this rumor mill and have the agency launched an official statement that he has no relationship with that girl in the tabloids. That it was just a misunderstanding and just a passing interaction between two strangers. It was already been approved judging by the SMS he received earlier while looking for Yukito's classroom, but that won't be the case anymore. He and that girl attended the same school, this would certainly feed the fires and Yukito was not certainly being helpful in the matter, more like the idol has no intentions of lending a hand at all.

Speaking of feeding the fires, the girl caught up with him in the rumors was like a blazing one. She was obviously a firecracker with that mouth of hers. He was right to think that she was different from those run-down the mill girls he had often been dragged to socialize with. He had only one problem with that. His eyes instinctively narrowed in displeasure which only lasted for a second. He is after all in front of an audience. He was fine if people speak nasty things about him. He's used to it all of his life. He would proudly say that he's immune to it, but it was a different matter when it comes to Yukito. This girl was earning points in his negative ranks, a place no one would want to be in.

He wasn't able to say a word since the girl took the high and mighty approach and left. It seemed his conclusion that was drawn last night about her being caught up in her own thoughts was true as well. She just took her interpretation and didn't care for the others. He understood the trouble of the rumors on someone like her and he didn't want that on anyone especially someone who was innocent in the first place. That's why... "Hey." His voice was low but was loud enough to make everyone else remaining in the room and others from the outside peeking in because of the commotion hear him. "She has nothing to do with me and those rumors are lies." His voice was calm yet stern, meaning that what he was saying at this moment was equivalent to a law.

"I would like it if you don't connect me with her any longer as it clearly bothers her and me. If you want details, I suggest waiting for my official statement later in the day. If you would excuse me then." That is all he would have to say about that topic. He then left the room without another word. There was no use after all staying there since Yukito was not there anymore. The students started to make their own conclusions and were actually pleased with his words because it meant, the ever-popular model was still a bachelor. As for the said person, he strode the hallways looking for Yukito. He was actually irritated and wanted to say a few things to that coffee girl in regards bad-mouthing his light. Shin decided against it, since he wouldn't want to further blacken his mood or be infected with idiocy.

That's when he turned to a corner and saw a group of guys, encircling his classmate, that should be the term. They were like a pack of dogs in heat and that was disconcerting not only to him but to the girl they had their eyes set on. "You should leave her alone." They looked at him and the guys instantly knew that he was someone not to be trifled not only because of his physique, but of his spreading reputation in school, moreover when he reached for one of the boys hand that held his classmate's wrist. He pried it off with enough strength to imply he was not someone to be messed with. "You guys should know your limits and pay attention to others." The group of guys immediately apologized and took their leave, more like have their tails tucked underneath their legs. "Malik-san, you should know when to say no. It's not a bad thing to do so." He noted as he looked at his fellow newcomer. "Be careful." He then continued on his way.

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It seemed that Kitomura-san liked the strawberries which made her happy and bid her goodbye. "Yes, see you later Kitomura-san.". Aina said with a gentle smile and then she finished her own meal and took a few minutes to settle herself. There was still time before classes start so, she decided to take the liberty of looking around. She knew that it would be wasted since she would forget it tomorrow, and that's why she took her journal to write the directions down. It would be awfully suspicious to others if she had been here for months and still couldn't find her way around.

There were other students she passed by who were obviously gossiping about her. She does stick out like a sore thumb due to her uncommon features and the fact she's exquisite to look at. Boys ogled at her and girls envied her, but she was completely oblivious to it and not because she was arrogant or something. She was just simply not paying attention to it as she was fixated on her physical surroundings and taking down notes. It was because of that she bumped into someone. She recognized her carelessness and immediately offered her apologies. "Oh, I apologize for my carelessness." Her eyes of of silvery purple gazed at the one she bumped into. It was a male student accompanied by his friends. "I hope that you did not get hurt. Are you fine?" Her very existence radiated pure concern which was taken advantage by the boys who instantly identified her as a beauty to possess even for a while.

They started to speak over-exaggerated lies about having a broken bone and that she should compensate which she was actually willing to. "This is my fault. Please tell me what I should do to compensate." That was the boys' win as they began to ask her out and even started to grab her hand as she was going to be dragged to some place where they could do anything with her. She was increasingly feeling uncomfortable, but held strong as she was filled with guilt for causing harm. It was during that moment when a voice entered that roused her to reality. It was her fellow newcomer and from what she had gathered a famous model. "Ogawa-san..." She was surprised as Ogawa grabbed one of the boys holding her wrist and pried it off effortlessly.

It didn't take long before those boys left them while apologizing profusely and then Ogawa telling her to say no and be careful. He then turned his back at her and began to leave. She instinctively reached for him and grabbed hold of the ends of his jacket. "You seemed in a hurry, but I just want to properly thank you for your assistance." She then released his jacket and formally bowed her head, something she had learned to be a proper way in Japanese of saying thank you. However, she was the kind of person who show her appreciation in a physical manner. Not able to hold back her joy, she closed the gap between her and Shin and embraced him with her arms finding its way around his torso. "Thank you so much, Ogawa-san!" It was at that point that other students began to fill the hallway. It seemed, there was another rumor that would be going about with the every intimate and incriminating scene between her and Ogawa especially, when that playful yet polite remark echoed as a certain idol witnessed it, to Shin's further problems, and due to Aina's ignorant innocence.

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Well, Yukito knew from the very beginning that Nemui's new female friend was an interesting person. School life was starting to be his own stage of entertainment and that wasn't bad at all. It also meant he won't be bored anytime soon. He wasn't even offended when the paranoia girl lashed out at him verbally. He actually found it cute like a hamster who didn't get it's meal. Anyway, that leech was there to clean it up. That guy was dependable on those matters, something like that of a dog who would stand by his side. He absolutely finds it pathetic, but it does have its uses. His mind was indeed becoming very dark which was the opposite of what he's presenting outwardly, like how he was having lunch with others in a friendly manner. He was even laughing a bit and joining in with their lame jokes. It was a perfect act that no one ever sees through.

He was even asked about Nemui being his older sister as he had announced it earlier and he answered it with an effortless. "Aren't I lucky?" matched with that smile of his. No one attempted further to pry and soon, they were going to return to their class. It was at that point, his phone vibrated, he had placed it on silent as he took a quick look what it was, apparently it was a call which he wouldn't dare to miss. "Why don't you guys go ahead first? I just have a call I need to take." He was soon left on his own as he found a place where he could not be interrupted and have a moment of peace with just himself and the one calling him. "Hello. Good evening. It should be night there, right?" He leaned on a nearby wall and a female voice filtered through. "Of course, I know. So, how is the shooting going on?" It was clear as day that there was deep affection seeping through his voice. It was far different from the ones he casually showcases.

"That's amazing, but that was a given with you. You should rest since you would have an early day tomorrow." His eyes crinkled in delight as he even taken a moment to chuckle lightly. "Ah, yes you are far older than me, but senpai is less mature than me." There was objection on the other line and he couldn't help but smile at that. "So, what is it that you had to call me for so late over there? It must be important." There was a moment of silence before it was answered and those words related to him made his eyes darkened ever so slightly. His hold on his phone tightened and his silence evident. "Oh... Ah, yes I'm still here. Congratulations to both of you!" He managed to end his sentence with joy though, his expression was the complete opposite of that. "So, I'm the first one to know? That makes me feel very special."

His eyes were now covered by his bangs and his head lowered, though his tone did not change from its upbeat nature. "I shouldn't hold you for too long senpai. He must be waiting for you and I do have classes, so..." He removed himself from the wall and approached one of the windows in front of him and opened it. The petrichor of the dwindling rain welcomed him completely to reality as he placed his arms on the sill. "It's no bother. I'll see you two when you get back then. Yeah, goodbye." The call ended at that as he lowered his phone and kept it. He took a deep breath and sighed. "Special, you say... Not special enough..." His eyes revealed itself as he looked at the scenery before him. That's when he noticed someone under the tree, a familiar face.

"What are you doing over there, Kurumi-san?" This was a good thing. He needed a distraction and she will do. There was his usual friendly expression. His eyes related a gentle concern and his lips revealed a kind smile. "Did something happen? Are you feeling sick?" He then removed his arms on the sill and instead placed his hands on it. There was not a second of hesitation as he pushed himself up and athletically got himself out of the window, and believe it or not, he did it with such poise. "If so, would you like to share it with me? They say that a burden is lessened even for a bit if you have someone take a share of it." He noted as he approached her and reached out his hand towards her, an offer to stand with that kind smile on his face.

"But, I won't force you." He added and whether Kurumi took his hand or not, it was fine with him. "We should get back inside, classes will start soon and I wouldn't feel fine if I leave you here alone, in the rain even if it's already weak." Whether, she answered positively or not, Yukito was forceful just a little bit though by holding her hand and pulling her towards the building. It goes without much saying that the students they passed by looked at them with jealousy and with gossip. It's because those two were still holding hands together and apparently, Yukito was not mindful of it. That was at that point in the hallway where another scene was unfolding as Yukito stopped on his tracks. His orange eyes widened a bit in surprise which soon reflected interest. There it was Shin and an unknown girl embracing each other. Shin's hands were on the girl's shoulders while the girl's face was filled with cheer while placed on Shin's chest. It was quite romantic.

"My, what a wonderful scene, Leech-kun. So, she's your real girlfriend?" He noted with his cheerful self and that friendly smile. "But, I suggest that lovey-dovey scene be limited. We wouldn't want everyone to be jealous." He was actually having a grand time even if outwardly, he was acting cordial and polite. That was when the the bell rang, meaning lunch was over. "I guess. It's time to go back to class then." He then looked at Kurumi which he noticed that he was till holding hands with. "Oh, sorry about that, I guess I just liked holding your hand. You won't mind doing that again sometime right?" He then released her hand and waved her goodbye as he proceeded to go to his class passing by Shin and the girl which would be known to him as Aina.

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"What are you doing over there, Kurumi-san?"

"Eh..? Oh, uhm.. I suppose you could say that I'm just kind of sorting my thoughts." Kurumi responded with a surprised and shaken tone. She wasn't lying, in fact, she hated liars with a burning passion. Her mother could be blamed for that pet peeve. Kurumi was actually simply telling the most basic form of the truth that she could fathom at the moment. She quickly followed her words with her signature candy sweet laugh, the exact one that helped her rise up the ranks and become the 'it' girl of their school. At a moment like this, it was fairly clear as to how she accomplished it. Her smile that met his happily was like a bead of summer sunlight shining through a window and that unique laugh of hers was so inviting and warm, like honey. This expression was the one that made it so easy to forget how troubled she was just moments ago, especially the troubled expression that had been erased by her smiling face. Most of her 'admirers' often did forget that she, like everyone else, experienced grief, sadness, and stress. Sometimes, she couldn't help but feel truly and utterly alone, even in a room surrounded by her classmates. Everyone seemed to forget that she was human, not an always smiling porcelain doll. Most assumed she was constantly posting selfies and pictures of sunshine and kittens on Facebook. That wasn't her, at least not all of the time..

In fact, Aina was nearly the only girl in the entire school that compared to her asthetically, other than perhaps Himeko, but at the same time, she was cancelled out because that sour attitude of her's trumped Himeko's aesthetics by a landslide. Aina on the other hand was far kinder and much more naive than Kurumi. She couldn't help but wonder if it was possibly lethal to be that innocent. Now that she thought about Aina, Kurumi couldn't help but realize just how silly it was for being so mad at her, she barely even knew anything about her. I'm such an idiot..

"Did something happen? Are you feeling sick?"

"No, no. I'm fine. Stormy days just aren't my favorite, that's all." She assured him, but she was also attempting to reassure herself in the process. She was taken aback when Yukito changed position at the window, but even more so when he shot out of it. She felt her heart skip a beat, wondering if he would land correctly or not. He couldn't be reckless like most boys, he was a pop idol after all. She knew that he had to be careful, so she couldn't help but worry, "You're lucky that a teacher didn't see that, but you're also lucky that you're not hurt, Yukito-San." Kurumi responded in an impressed tone, but it was also lightly scolding. She was in fact going to be his older sister starting tomorrow, so she had a right to show concern, right?

"Would you like to share it with me? They say that a burden is lessened even for a bit if you have someone take a share of it. But, I won't force you. We should get back inside, classes will start soon and I wouldn't feel fine if I leave you here alone, in the rain even if it's already weak."

Kurumi hesitantly accepted his hand, pulling herself up with his aid. She didn't let him do all the work of course, because she REALLY didn't want any boy to know her weight, or even be able to guess at it. Regardless of how skinny she got, she always gazed into the mirror and saw a morbidly obese girl staring back at her. No way was she letting him get an estimate of her weight, ever, "I guess it's just..." Kurumi trailed off, blinking a few times. How could she answer him without being exceedingly dishonest? She didn't want to be deceptive, but she couldn't tell him what was TRULY bothering her either. She was in quite a predicament, and she had to tread lightly. The last thing that she wanted was for her soon-to-be brother to assume her to be a liar. She let out a slow breath, and began, "I guess I'm just worried because I have a test in a few minutes and Ne-chan is going to slit my throat if I fail.." She couldn't think of anything, so she resorted to a lie. She felt so dirty.. Before her eyes had a chance to betray her, she closed her eyes slowly. Kurumi could truly care less if she passed or failed the test, but she couldn't possibly tell him the truth. She didn't want anyone to know that she had been involved with Kurou, even if their time together was child-like and innocent. If anyone ever found out, she feared that she wouldn't have the guts to face anyone who knew, ever again.

She was a bit shocked when Yukito kept her hand, but let him lead her to the building anyhow. She wasn't Nemui, even though she received several glares, there were very few girls in the school who were brave enough to stand up to her. Kurumi had a lot of female friends, and was very well liked, not to mention she used to be in Judo and ballet, before her illness. She still kept to ballet, but it was growing increasingly difficult to participate, what with her legs acting up. On several occasions she had to be seen by a nurse, but it wasn't a big deal. She went to a private studio and blamed it on blood pressure, no one at the school or in her family were aware, yet. She hoped to keep it a secret for as long as possible, because it wasn't like there was a cure out there for her. So, Kurumi, being Kurumi, simply waved towards the hate-filled glares, then playfully stuck out her tongue. She wasn't being particularly mean about it, but she really didn't understand what there was to gossip about... then she remembered, no one else knew that the Kitomura and Fujioka family were combining tomorrow. Perhaps they thought she was dating Yukito? She suddenly giggled, a light blush crossing her cheeks. No way! He may look older than me, but he's still fourteen. I'd feel like a child molester. Though I suppose I did have a crush on him when I just knew of him as Fuwa-sama..~ Kurumi couldn't help but smile knowing how much their lives had changed in a mere forty-eight hours, it was so unreal.

"My, what a wonderful scene, Leech-kun. So, she's your real girlfriend?"

Is that...O....Ogawa-san? Is Aina his girlfriend...? I don't think she's the girl that they were talking about from the article... She had a perplexed expression as she tried to understand the situation. Shin and Aina had been in a fairly compromising position. Though, as Yukito's words rang out, she came to a rather abrupt assumption. P-Player?! O-Ogawa san is a womanizer?! She was wide eyed and completely frozen in shock. He is just a slimy casanova? What else could Yukito have meant by 'real' girlfriend other than Shin having several? Suddenly Kurumi's eyes shifted to the clock. She didn't want to be here anymore. She felt dirty for accepting his jacket. Was he just trying to make a move on her using false pretenses? Did he even mean a word of 'you're not a piece of meat'? Suddenly she was forced to reconsider their entire interaction. She didn't even hear the bell ring or the rest of what Yukito was saying prior to the bell.

"Oh, sorry about that, I guess I just liked holding your hand. You won't mind doing that again sometime right?"

When she felt his hand slip out of hers she was jolted back into reality, "Of course not. I don't mind if you don't, Otouto-san~!" Kurumi chimed out, feeling a bit better about her living situation now for some reason. However, when she gazed up at the clock again, it was short lived. The blonde girl's eyes widening in horror. Why did this always seem to happen to her? Did the universe have some kind of personal vendetta against her or something? She wouldn't doubt it, because judging by her bad luck, her past life must have been backed up with bad karma.

"Ee!? Is that really the time?! Sayonara, Otouto-kun! I'm going to be laaaaate!" With that, she waved her hand at Yukito and bolted down the hall, and up the stairs towards her classroom. She didn't look back for even a second. She made it to class, plopping down in her seat and allowed her forehead to rest against the cold wood of her desk. She was slightly out of breath, but ultimately happy that she didn't make it to class tardy. Also, when she was this exhausted, she couldn't worry about being in the same class as Kurou. Besides, after this test, the other two classes would fly by, and she could go to work. Speaking of her work, she hoped that neither of her new siblings ever found out exactly what her job was, because THAT would redefine the word embarrassing.

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Character Portrait: Nemui Fujioka Character Portrait: Himeko Katsukawa Character Portrait: Yukito Kitomura Character Portrait: Shin Ogawa Character Portrait: Aina Malik Character Portrait: Kurou Kitomura Character Portrait: Ren Suzuki

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"You know, I don't believe anybody's ever been this nice to me before."

She took a single, subtle step back as he finally decided to speak up, and part of her was tempted to leave the rooftop. She didn't realize it in her distress, but this roof was a lot higher than she had thought. It was starting to make her really nervous and dizzy, "E-Eh!? What did you say? Are you being a smartass?" Himeko hissed, keeping a tough front despite her fear of heights. Her right eye twitched a few times in irritation as he made fun of her, just like old times. He was still able to get under her skin with ust one sentence, which only enraged her even more in the end. Even though she felt no romantic feelings for him anymore, his words still retained a certain level of weight, and she couldn't understand how or why. It was mind boggling, and it made her want to pull her hair out in frustration.

"Why, with the way you laced my name with sugar, I had almost thought you were about to confess or something. You really do sound like you like me, after all. To what do I owe this admiration?"

Forget it, you're still just as vile as the Kitomura that I remember. Himeko glared, her fists gripping the edges of her uniform sleeves. She wanted nothing more than to punch his lights out, but she knew that violence would get her nowhere fast. Her brother Ren was a violent person, and all it did for him was put him in an early grave. She never found out what really happened to him, and that was the hardest part. She was rather startled when he mentioned 'confessing', and was terrified that he had finally associated her with the girl that he publicly humiliated, "Who would confess to someone you?" She asked in a defensive and mocking tone, quirking one eyebrow at Kurou as if the mere notion were absurd. She didn't feel the same way about him now, not anymore, once she realized what kind of person that Kurou truly was, she wanted no part of it. She couldn't believe that she had spent so much time pursuing a guy with such an ugly soul.. He had ruined her life here, and despite moving on, she could never forget that. She no longer held him accountable for the bullying, but part of Himeko couldn't help holding a grudge against him. The way Himeko saw it was; if they never would have abruptly transferred schools, then Ren would have still been alive today. Although she forgave him for what he had done to her, she doubted that she could ever forget what his actions brought upon Ren. Even if it was indirectly, Kurou put Ren on that path, and despite her typically forgiving nature, she's held a grudge against men ever since.

She almost took a step towards him, despite her better judgement, but the bell rang just in time to snap her out of her anger. She was glad to have had the wake up call, finding herself quite relieved that it caught her before she did something stupid, like busting Kurou's nose. That would have been a bit suspicious and she was almost certain that someone would have put two and two together if she had done something so blatant and personal, "Whattya know? There's the bell. Sayonara, Kitomura." Himeko mumbled putting harsh emphasis on his surname, not even bothering to wave as she made her way to the door, opening it and making a casual stride down the stairs as if nothing had happened. On her way down, she noticed a poster about tryouts, and signed up for cheerleading. She was a cheerleader before she left, but now she had the aspiration to become the captain. She had gotten a lot better at her last school, what with all of her pent up anger and all. Ren used to joke her that she only grew taller due to her hatred, because she was lactose intolerant, so she couldn't grow any because of milk. Somehow she kind of believed him, yet she eventually had gotten over her hatred for Kurou... yet it quickly returned the day the police officer knocked on her door with Ren's bloody Letterman jacket.

She wasn't out for revenge or anything, that would be petty, which was something Himeko typically tried to avoid becoming. Besides, how does one get revenge for a dead brother anyhow? It wasn't like she was willing to kill anyone to make things 'even'. Regardless of what she chose to do to Kurou, it would never be equal to her brother's life, at least not in her opinion. Though she was torn from these thoughts when a girl from her class named Ayusuri, Shino grabbed her by the wrist and drug her towards their classroom, "Wah!" Himeko called out, but kept up with the nerdy looking girl, despite nearly tripping every so often. She was glad to have another girl looking after her, but she didn't understand why this girl was helping her, "A-Arigato, Ayusuri-chan.." Himeko said to the girl who pulled her along. They passed the guy known as Ogawa, Shin, the one who she wished to avoid with another, not to mention, beautiful girl. She probably had unnecessary paparazzi lined up outside of her house, and it would no doubt continue for a week or so if it ever was released that they attended the same school.. Coincidences are maddening... This is so troublesome. I just wanted a fun and peaceful school year, how did I get stuck with this? She let out a depressed sigh, but was in the classroom before she knew it. The other girl smiled to her and offered for her to sit with her, which meant she'd be sitting behind Nemui this time around. Nemui wasn't back in her seat yet, in fact she was sitting with that boy named Ren, which perked Himeko's interest, but she kept silent. She sat down, even if it meant it brought her a little bit closer to that demon, Kitomura, Yukito. She made two friends, and she couldn't be happier that she got to sit near them both. First Nemui, and now Shino.. She felt so lucky, despite all the horrible things that were happening to her in the last two days. Himeko's eyes landed on her unopened bento, and she suddenly regretted leaving it behind. She let her eyes dart to the teacher's desk, smiling when she realized he was not yet present. She quickly leaned toward her previous seat and reach over to retrieve her bento. It was a long stretch, but she managed to grab it without losing balance. She sat upright again, letting out a relieved sigh as her stomach softly growled in anticipation. She hurriedly snuck a few bites in before the teacher arrived and put the bento back inside of her bag, as if nothing had ever happened. I'm so hungry.. Himeko thought to herself as she closed her eyes, wondering if she'd even be able to pay attention like this.

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Character Portrait: Himeko Katsukawa Character Portrait: Shin Ogawa Character Portrait: Aina Malik Character Portrait: Kurou Kitomura

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Kurou Kitomura: Rivaling a neutron star in density since *DOB here*
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"E-Eh!? What did you say? Are you being a smartass?"

Why yes, yes I am being a smartass, and I am glad you could tell.

The reactions he was getting from this unnamed girl were entertaining, to say the least. Perhaps it was a bit cruel to tease someone he did not even know, but she was being quite hostile, and judging from the intensity, he could not claim he did not know her with his full confidence. That being said, he could not figure out who she was just yet. So tease her he did. As he continued, he noticed it got to her more and more, especially after he mentioned a confession. Maybe she was unpopular and never got a confession herself? He could see that. Despite her attractiveness, she'd been nothing but aggressive since he'd arrived up here. If she was this way with everybody, then it wouldn't surprise him at all, hypocritical as it may seem. But he liked to believe it was just him, since the anger in her voice betrayed that she held some sort of contempt for Kurou himself.

"Who would confess to someone like you?" at this point, she seemed more than just angry, her hands keeping her uniform in quite the deathgrip.

So he continued, hoping to see just how far this anger would go. "Quite a few, actually. I've been getting confessions since I was 12, you know. Must be because I'm devilishly handsome or something" he shrugged his shoulders, still too dense to notice that she was one of the first to actually confess to him, despite giving himself a very big hint. Thankfully, he had never claimed to be a genius, or he'd have rosey cheeks right about now.

Before he could do much else, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch and his interaction with this girl. It was very hard to tell given her excellent ability to hide what she was feeling, but he couldn't help but notice that she wanted to get away from him as soon as possible. She left down the stairs without a moment's delay. Kurou shook his head. "People are just so rude nowadays." he muttered as he looked over the roof and then realized something. He was on a roof. He didn't realize it before because he wanted to get away from the physical manifestation of kindness, and then because he was dealing with that girl, but now he felt a bit nauseous. He quickly departed from the roof after he was sure he wouldn't just run back into that girl.

Class was not so far away from him that he panicked to get back. So he walked at a leisurely pace, trying his best to recall that girl from before. Aside from him being a dick just then, he couldn't imagine any reason she should be that mad at him. He could only think she was jealous of something, but even then he couldn't figure out just what that was. He begun to think back to when he was younger. Did he do something back when his mother di-----

....What is she even doing? Aren't there rules in place against PDA?

Whatever train of thought Kurou had just then was immediately cut off by the sight of Aina intimately hugging some guy, who Kurou would have assumed was her boyfriend if it weren't for the fact she had just got here today. Unless she knew him from somewhere else, or was just really quick at finding a partner. It was not as if he particularly minded, but seeing that kind of stuff in the middle of a hallway was not normal.

"You two know class is about to start, right? I would suggest finding a room if you plan on ditching, or hurrying up. Either way, nobody wants to see that stuff." he commented while briefly stopping next to them, then continuing to head to class once he'd finished.

Today is.... eventful.

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Character Portrait: Nemui Fujioka Character Portrait: Himeko Katsukawa Character Portrait: Kurumi Fujioka Character Portrait: Yukito Kitomura Character Portrait: Shin Ogawa Character Portrait: Aina Malik Character Portrait: Kurou Kitomura Character Portrait: Ren Suzuki

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At that familiar voice chiming in, Shin knew that he was yet again in a very compromising position. He could already hear the other voices of the students chattering about, no doubt starting another rumor. He was yet to clear up the misunderstanding with the other one and here comes another. What is it his luck with women, really? There's also the fact that any woman near to him would be attached to him instantly. What's up with that? In any case, he gently pushed Aina away from him and quickly rose to his defense. "This is not what it looks like." He ignored the sound of the bell ringing or the other commentaries (Kurou) thrown at him as he came after Yukito who was walking away without a care in the world after giving friendly wave to Kurumi. "Let me explain. Wait Yuki!" His voice was raised to a tone as he ignored the people around him who risked their time just to watch the interaction between the two celebrities. It was same for Shin who didn't care that he would be late. There were more important things than classes.

Yukito stopped in his tracks and effortlessly pivoted to face Shin who was running after him. His orange eyes had a threatening glaze, but would only be known to two people. One of those two would be Shin who also froze in the spot. "Leech. I would appreciate if you do not call me that since you have no right to do so." His voice was still awfully cheerful and politeness. "You also don't have to explain anything to me. Whoever you take as your lover is your business. I would support you all the way. I also think it would be good for you." Every word that Yukito dropped were like knives being stabbed to him awfully slowly. It was pure torture as Shin clenched his fists. "Then, if you would excuse me. I would not like to be late for class." Yukito ended that with his usual smile and a brief nod of the head before continuing on his way.

Shin did not follow him anymore and just released a frustrated sigh while clicking his tongue. "Tsk." He even punched the nearby wall, good thing the hallway was now vacant so, no one saw that outburst of his. This day was getting worse and far different from what he had imagined yesterday. He took a deep breath and decided to return to his classroom as well. The rumors or anything else at that matter was no use to him. All he wanted was to have a rosy school life with Yukito and that was not easy to achieve from the looks of it. Speaking of which, Yukito seemed to be in a bad mood. He could tell from how Yukito barbed at him. It made him wonder what caused that. Well, that was the least of his problems. He soon reached the classroom and took his seat which was besides Kurumi. He was preoccupied that he didn't catch that she called Yukito her little brother back there. It was clear that he was obviously troubled, but kept his cool and collected face. It's a good thing the teacher was still not there for another harping about him being late was not going to help him at this moment.

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Aina can be oblivious, but she does know when her actions had caused trouble which she never intended to do so. She could see it from how Shin acted as he pushed her away gently despite her actions as he ran after a younger boy who she could tell was rather handsome. She stood there for a moment as other students began to whisper. She could pick up some of it relating to her and Shin. "I humbly apologize for what happened. It is a misunderstanding. Ogawa-san is not at fault at all." She did a formal bow as the students were not sure what to about her sudden apology. Somehow, it made everything awkward and them feeling guilty. In respect to her, she had been warned by her grandfather that she should control her expressions of happiness as the culture here was not as open as other nations.

"I apologize again." She then properly stood and went on her way. She must make amends especially to Shin. He was kind enough to come to her aid and this what happens. She must clear the misconceptions of what happened, but first, she must apologize to him. She reached the classroom, but Shin was not there. It made her wonder if he must be with that younger boy. Instead, her eyes landed on her seatmate. She remembered that he also saw that scene and even commented about it. She approached him. "Kitomura-san, I would like to apologize for what had transpired earlier. It would not happen again." She bowed her head in apology. It was clear that she was serious in what she's doing and there was not an illusion behind it. Her eyes of violet glistened to show that she was indeed regretful of the consequences of her action, even if it was just an innocent gesture of happiness.

At that point, she raised her head and finally noticed that Shin has returned, but she could tell that he was not in the brightest of moods. Still, she had to make amends for what she did and now would be a good time since the teacher is not present. "Excuse me, Kitomura-san." She then went towards Shin and called out to the silver-haired male. "Ogawa-san." She was expecting that Shin would ignore her, glare at her, or even shout at her for the trouble she caused him. She would find that acceptable, but that wasn't the case. Instead, Shin looked at her calmly. "Yeah?" He was casual about it and she instantly bowed her head. "I am truly sorry for what happened earlier, Ogawa-san. I was so happy that I was unable to control myself and hugged you. I am really sorry for the inconvenience I caused you. I feel very awful after you were kind enough to help from those boys. Please, allow me to make amends."

Her voice trembled with the mixture of fear of being hated, but she would accept it. Other than fear, there was also her overflowing guilt and determination to make up for her ignorance. Her sincerity showed like the rising sun. Shin looked at Aina who was still bowing before him after saying her piece. This certainly earned the attention of the class. Well, if someone apologized to him like that, he couldn't get angry, not like he blamed her at all. "Malik-san." He started as he reached out his hand and placed it on her head. "Don't worry about it." She looked up meeting his gaze which was not reproachful, but was actually understanding. "I was really surprised back there." He patted her head much like how a parent would do to a child, a sign of comfort and acceptance. "I'm not sure if you know, but here, hugging someone is reserved for those who you are very close to or very familiar with." He then removed his hand from her head. "You should be more mindful because you might get taken advantage of. Be careful next time, okay?"

She stood straight as she lifter her head and nodded in agreement. "I will, Ogawa-san. About my amends, I---" Shin cut her off there. "I don't need it. I didn't help you or forgive you because I want something in return. It's fine already that you know you did something wrong and apologized. You should return to your seat. Class would start soon." Somehow, Aina was now truly understanding why the girls in their class or school are mesmerized by him. It was not just because of his looks, he was truly a kind person. "Yes, thank you very much Ogawa-san." She then returned to her seat and had a gentle and happy smile on her face. She was meeting such wonderful people and without waste, she wrote it down on her journal.

As for Shin, that was another chip off his shoulder. He was still oblivious why he's always linked to women. It's because of how he interacts with them, but that was not his concern really. He now needed to think on how to appease Yukito and just as so, the teacher entered the classroom and school resumes.

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In another classroom, Yukito had returned to his seat. He knew that he ratted out on Shin. Well, that was just bad luck since he was still hung up on that phone call he received. Plus, that guy has tough skin. It was something he was very sure of. In any case, he noticed that there was something different from the seating arrangement as the paranoia girl was closer. This was a new development. His eyes studied her as he noticed her leaning towards a bento which probably belonged to her in the first place. It was her seat previously. He then looked at front seeing that the teacher was not there and that Nemui has returned to his side after having lunch with their neighbor, Ren.

Somehow, he allowed his mind to focus on the little things happening in the classroom to distract him. Yes, he must not stop, because if he did, he would think about that again. The teacher soon entered the room and began doing the roll call. There was another scene with Ren, but somehow, he has a feeling that would be quite often from now on. Afterwards, he then procured some strawberry-flavored gum from his pocket and then handed it. "Nemui-san, here have some for dessert." He stated in a low voice so that the teacher won't notice as he has a kind smile on his face. He then looked at the paranoia girl. "Katsukawa-san, have some as well." He knew that she was hungry from what he had seen earlier and with that he has that pristine kind smile that no one can see through.

After that, he took one as well and began to listen to the class lecture. As far as he is concerned, this day was really something.

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Once everyone had returned to class, the teacher began roll call, and with every name Kurumi's anxiety grew. She knew that the test was coming. Although she really didn't care if she bombed her homework and tests, she knew that if she got a failing grade on a test it would make Nemui get all bent out of shape.

The younger sibling wanted her to succeed, so much that it was kind of annoying. Kurumi of course enjoyed spending time with Nemui, even if it was wasted memorizing mind-numbingly boring facts and equations for Kurumi's upcoming tests. She wanted to spend as much time as she could with Nemui, but studying wasn't what Kurumi had in mind... She wanted to travel, go bike riding, visit amusement parks, you know, all of the thighs she wouldn't be able to do when her disease finally becomes violently active. She couldn't help but feel as though she was wasting her few good years with Nemui, but at the same time she didn't want to disappoint her sister.

"Fujioka, Kurumi?" The teacher called, their eyes landing on Kurumi just as she quickly raised her hand to confirm her presence.

"H-Hai!" She announced in a clear, but also nervous tone, but she succeeded in making her presence known to the teacher before lowering her hand. Kurumi closed her eyes and let out a single slow, calming breath. She exaggerated the breath, before doing it again, only this time in reverse. This time, she slowly inhaled, and quickly exhaled once she felt more at peace. This was a calming exercise she learnt from her mother, which was something Shizuka often did before a performance. It wasn't a well known fact, but Kurumi REALLY idolized their mother. As a child, Kurumi wanted to be an actress, just like her mom, but she grew to hate the business as she got older. Once her mother began missing every other birthday and almost every Christmas, Kurumi's dream to follow in her footsteps slowly died.

The teacher handed out the test, which unlike the test that the freshmen received, was NOT a Pretest, this test was the real deal and would definitely count against them if they failed it. She gulped quietly, staring at the face down paper as the clock began to tick.

"Anyone caught cheating will be forced to throw away their test and will receive an automatic score of zero. If you fail this test, you will be on the cleaning committee for an entire week, and will help clean the school after classes each day until you have earned your freedom. This test counts against your grade, so I hope you studied over the summer.... Once you've finished your test, class is dismissed for the weekend. BEGIN!"

Kurumi nearly jumped out of her skin when the teacher shouted towards the end of his announcement, and she retrieved her pencil from the corner of her desk, quickly flipping her test over and scanning the test for questions that she knew. She answered the fifteen questions that she knew the answers to, but the rest were quite difficult. I-I'm never gonna pass! The one hundred question test covered all of her class subjects, and she was only proficient in mathematics. Kurumi guessed on the remaining eighty-five questions and turned her test in. She was the first to the teacher's desk, causing some to snicker. Any of the students that were in Kurumi's class after the eighth grade knew that she had given up on her grades.

Kurumi returned to her seat and gathered her personal belongings before walking out, letting out a sigh of relief when she was free from the classroom. She kept a slow pace as she made her way through the halls, trying not to think about what just conspired. Even though she's given up on her education, she never realized how many of her classmates were aware.

In fact, ever since the middle of her eighth grade year, it was extremely rare for Kurumi to receive a score above a 70% on her tests, a severe decline from her solid B+ average the years prior to eighth grade. It was due to her breakup with Kurou, but that wasn't the sole reason for her academic decline, her mother also immersed herself deeply in her work after that point, believing that Kurumi and Nemui were then old enough to manage each other alone. They spent more time home alone than they spent at school, and both girls had nearly perfect attendance.

Kurumi made it to her shoe locker in a zombie-like fashion, but thankfully she managed to not bump into anyone. She opened her locker with robotic precision before dropping the lock inside of her locker for a moment in order to remove her school shoes. She lifted her left foot behind her, removing the shoe, careful to not accidentally flip her own skirt up, and then removed the right shoe the same way. She dropped her converse onto the ground, slipping her feet into the blue high tops. She closed her locker and latched the lock again, turning to gaze up the stairs. I'm a junior in high school... Shouldn't I have a boyfriend..? Or experience some epic love story? There is always an epic love story when girls enter high school in all the anime.. How pathetic... Kurumi thought to herself, remembering all of the romance anime that she ended up watching with Nemui.

She noticed the time, and decided to get moving. Perhaps if she showed up to the maid cafe early they'd give her extra cash for doing overtime? Besides, she absolutely loved the job. Kurumi called a taxi, looking around quickly in attempt to make sure that no one was paying attention to her actions. She handed the man a decent chunk of cash, "Kawaii Desu Cafe`. Circle a few times if you feel that we are being followed and you can keep the change." Kurumi ordered in a flat tone, sliding into the back seat casually, flipping her hair behind her back before shutting the cab door. The car pulled out fast enough, but she was always paranoid that someone would one day follow her and discover her secret.

Once the taxi arrived at the high profile cafe, and she was confident that she was not being followed, Kurumi snuck in the back entrance of the cafe and went to her dressing room. She styled her hair and slipped into her usual dress, and began practicing her French accent. She knew both Japanese and French quite fluently because of her father. Despite being of full Japanese descent, her father was born in France and he had been raised there as a child. He insisted that both of his daughters learn the second language, and she finished teaching teaching Nemui where he had left off.

"Kurumi-chan~! School let out early? That's great! Natalia is the customer's favorite hostess and they were beginning to miss her! Go give the customers their daily dose of their favorite French maid before there is an angry mob!" Reiko laughed, gently shoving Kurumi out of the dressing room and into the serving area. Yes, Kurumi went by the alias: Natalia. When she worked, Kurumi didn't exist, only Natalia, her favorite persona. She told the customers that she was an eighteen year old girl named Natalia, just a small town girl who moved to Japan from France to get a fresh start.

"Okaerinasaimase Goshujin-sama~!" Kurumi chimed, using her pseudo French accent to give herself an exotic flair. She began her work as a maid, even serving some of her classmates, albeit only the rich dimwitted boys. Not one of the idiots that walked in recognized her as Kurumi Fujioka, not a single one, and she hoped to keep it that way. This cafe was first rate, and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize her job here, because she enjoyed every minute of participating in the cosplay cafe.

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By the time Kurou Kitomura had entered the classroom and sat down in his assigned seat, he'd pretty much completely forgot about whatever it was that Aina and that boy were doing. It was very safe to say that Kurou couldn't care less about what they were doing now that he wasn't there to witness it. Yet, for some reason, Aina felt like it was her duty to apologize for her apparent PDA, which in truth was only irritating to the elder Kitomura, as he simply wished to rest his head or remain to himself.

"Kitomura-san, I would like to apologize for what had transpired earlier. It would not happen again." she apologized. She made it seem like she had unknowingly insulted his family or touched a heavy subject. Like she had some genuine reason to apologize to Kurou personally.

Is this going to happen a lot? Kurou wondered, though judging by her attitude, he could guess that answer pretty easily.

"Don't worry about it. Seriously." he said, his head resting between his arms and his eyes idly staring at whatever happened to be in front of him, obviously disinterested. That's when he noticed he was looking at a NPC classmate, who was grinning at him for some reason. As Kurou's eyebrow rose slowly in confusion of this, Aina decided to excuse herself, with Kurou simply muttering a "Yeah" as she did.

"So." the classmate in front of him spoke.

"So." Kurou repeated, waiting for him to continue.

"You seem to be getting along with girls, recently."

Kurou raised his head at that statement. "What are you talking about?"

"With the new girl. You seem to be talking a lot more around her." the student elaborated. "Like her?"

Kurou shook his head dismissively. "I don't like anyone. And she's talking to me, which I'd rather her not do." Kurou said firmly.

The student raised a finger to his head, as if thinking deeply upon something. "Well, she's not all, you know." he continued. "What about that girl at lunch. The one who gave you a lunch? I could almost hear the "It's not like I'm giving it to you because I like you or anything, b-baka!". Do you have a tsundere on your hands?"

Wha....what? Is this guy stupid?

"Sister." Kurou answered in a sharp, short reply.

"Oh... well..." he placed his finger back on his head, thinking again. "Then what about... that one girl that I saw coming down from the roof? How about her?"

Kurou's eyes narrowed at the boy, a terrifying glare aimed at the young man. "Are you stalking me?" he asked, though it was definitely not something the boy had a choice whether to answer or not.

"N-no...!" he stuttered. "....err, well, that was a coincidence. I was on my way to class and I saw her come down, then you." he explained. Kurou closed his eyes and rested his head against the table and sighed.

"You're watching too much anime, and it's beginning to piss me off. Leave me alone, I'm no manga protagonist. I've never even made some childhood marriage promise, at least that I can remember." Kurou suddenly realized that he was prone to forget things he did not consider immediately important, so he wasn't as confident when he brought up something like the childhood marriage promise.

Please, no. If I ever ended up being confessed to because of such a cliche thing, I'd probably die right then and there.

This time, the classmate didn't seem to have anything more to insinuate. He shrugged his shoulders. "Well, if there's anything like that, don't hesitate to tell me. I wanna experience something like that in real life, so I can properly write manga!" his pupils seemed to turn to stars and he said this as though he was declaring his lifelong dream, which he likely was. Regardless, Kurou only listened in hopes that this would be him ending the conversation, and was pleased to see that it was just that.

Now I can finally---

"Kitomura Kurou." the teacher called his name for attendence.

He answered with a "present". Since that was done, now he cou----

"This test counts against your grade, so I hope you studied over the summer.... Once you've finished your test, class is dismissed for the weekend. BEGIN!" the teacher announced. Kurou realized there had been a test placed on his desk, figuring it must have been passed out while that boy was annoying him. He almost smiled, though. Class was going to be out for the weekend? That was wonderful, since he wouldn't have to worry about showing up to school then. Kurou retrieved a pencil from his bag and then began the test. While he wasn't confident in every single answer he wrote down, he was sure he would get a relatively safe score, perhaps a 80% or so, at least that's the general area he expected to get. So, it was safe to say he wasn't worried when he turned in the paper a few minutes after it began, and happily made his way out of the classroom when it was all said and done.

He started walking down the hallway as he thought about what he should do. There are no good shows on today, and I have already beat all the games I own, I'm not really interested in that right now. Perhaps I could just take a nap? That's always good, isn't it? Yes, sleep away the stress I've incurred during school. That's healthy and appealing.

"That was brutal.. I don't think I passed that one..." a familiar voice entered his ears a little bit after passing his brother's class. However, it was a girl's voice, and he almost couldn't recognize it since it wasn't spewing verbal venom at him. The girl from the roof, from just before lunch ended. And she was apparently unsure of her grades on the... well, if it were freshmen, then it was definitely just a pretest. How could be worried about that?

Do you have a tsundere on your hands? The classmate's voice echoed in his head.

Dismissing it without second thought, he stopped near the girl and decided to make a comment, if only to confirm she had something against him personally, and it was not just the situation (though he was more than 90% sure of this already). "You're in the wrong class if you can be confident on a prestest, aren't you? Low scores just mean you need to study while you're in class, though I am sure if you're very nice like you are to me, someone will tutor you."

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"I have always thought that may be, the past was just some kind of ghost that is meant to haunt you, but then, it could also be revived and somehow... I am fine with it."


The moment Ren looked at the board, it seemed that the teachers at this school are all way too serious. It was not a bad thing, however, it dashed his expectations of being able to take it easy. In actuality, that was scratch off his list since a while ago with the situation of getting involved with the Kitomura and the group of classmates he seemed to have. Oh well, he would just have to get by without making much attention, but then again, he did leave a lasting impression on his teacher from the way how things looked. It would also not be that far-fetched to think that his classmates were on the same wavelength as their teacher's.

In reality, Ren does not care what others think about him. Though, he did say to his grandmother that he would do well in school. There was also that one oath with his parents as well. Really, his life was starting to be more troublesome that he had originally anticipated. He was not concerned with the punishment of doing cleaning chores after classes. It was not like he had anything else planned. Though, it would be a hassle and that would be too much work for him. He preferred being lazy. The only thing that did get his concern was his promise. Hopefully, the test would not be that difficult to handle.

His eyes looked at the test paper handed to him. Ren took a look at it with his usual casual expression. In that moment, his gaze landed on Nemui who had already finished the test. That was quite fast. It meant two things either she was very intelligent or she gave up. It does made him wonder, but that should not be his priority or even be bothered with it. She has her own life and that is up to her how to deal with it, not his. As such, he returned his attention to his own paper. It was not that hard to begin with. Despite his rather spacey and lazy demeanor, he was not a problem student especially in regards to his grades. He was not an honor student, but he does have his rank just above average without much work from him to do. And so, he proceeded to answer the questions with his own pace.

At the same time, he was thinking what he should do later. There was the chance of looking for part-time work, but that would too much work for him. It would be a far better choice to laze around and have his energy be conserved. That idea was far more worthy and fitting of his preferences. Thus, he was soon done with his test with some others already passing theirs even that of Himeko. He stood from his chair and passed it to the teacher who eyed him with such scrutiny. Ren has a feeling that the teacher wanted to say something to him, but chose not to as the silence continued between them. With that, he just took his leave and was rather fond of going home. It meant that he could eat some snacks and took a moment to have some sleep. That was the only thing in his mind and ignored other things. He even simply walked passed Himeko who seemed to be engaged in conversation with another guy who looks a bit older than them. Not his concern.

On the way out by the lockers, there were some girls gossiping about a lot of things. Ren heard something about Yukito and then about that silver-haired guy that entered their classroom during lunch. It seemed that girls were all head over heels. Well, those guys were indeed nice to the eyes. There were also something about Himeko, Nemui, and a rather familiar name... Aina. However, he did not want to dwell on it that much. It was going to be more trouble for him if he take those things seriously or anything. All he really needed to do is just go home and when he was about. He stopped in his tracks as he noticed a very familiar figure walking towards the lockers. Thus for the first time, his brown eyes widened in reflection of his surprise as memories of his past collided with vision of his present.
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Yukito left little to chance especially with his choice of food. That's why he was certain that the gum he offered would be enjoyed by the two girls. Nemui was honest with her reaction but, it was not the same with the paranoia girl who did her best to hide her reaction. He could still put the pieces together and knew the girl liked it, more so when she thanked him. He responded with a small smile, before returning his focus at the front of the class. His purpose behind that gesture of his also had a certain importance to him, but that's only his to know at the moment and that's the way he liked it.

In any case, it seemed there was another distraction for him to tackle on. It was a pretest. He really has no problem with it. He actually expected this to happen, since this is a normal routine for teachers to do. He took his paper and studied the content. It was not bad at all. He began answering the items with such a leisure pace. He wasn't in a hurry and just took his time. It did interest him when Nemui had already finished hers. That was awfully confident of her. She was either a know-it-all or know-it-nothing, but he would bet it was the first one.

The same could be said about him, even with his absences ever since he started his career. He still passed his classes with flying colors and there was really little effort involved thanks to his flawless auditory recall. He waited until a few more others passed their test before he did his, when that was done. He left his room and then were quickly surrounded by some of his classmates and even school mates. It was the end of school, so everyone has time to spare. It wasn't the same with him, but as they say entertaining people both on stage and out is part of the job description. That's why he did his part with amicably chatting with them, but when he felt his phone vibrated he excused himself. "Well, I guess time's up. I have to get going. Work calls. I'll see you all soon." He said with a cheerful voice as he even partnered it with that radiant smile of his.

He then made his way to the entrance while looking at the messages and missed calls made by his manager. She must be missing him a bit too much., but before he could reach that, he noticed his brother and the paranoia girl together. Well, this was a new development. He inwardly smirked as he kept his phone. He was actually going to text his brother that he might be late in coming home, so he has to watch over the house and the girls, but there's an opportunity to tell the older Kitomura personally. "Ku-nii. Katsukawa-san." He started as he stopped before the two with casual friendly demeanor of his. "This is a lovely surprise, you two know each other?" He asked and the continued on as his eyes landed on his brother. "Anyway, Ku-nii. I'll be late, so watch over the girls, okay?" He then gazed at her. "Katsukawa-san, I'll see you in class then."

He left them there as he walked towards the main gates. He then found his manager's car. It was clearly obvious that the other students around were impressed to have such a famous idol in their midst. "Hello there, Haruko-san." Yukito approached the car and entered without much of a second thought. Haruko looked at her charge before starting the engine. "You really do take your time." He smiled at this and leaned on his seat. "Why not? I do like being a student." Haruko shook her head as they took off. "Whatever you say. Anyway, I sent you the schedule." He nodded at that as he closed his eyes for a moment. "I cleared your day tomorrow. You have a family affair right? Having sisters. That should be fun."

"Maybe..." He answered as he opened his eyes and the notion of the wedding tomorrow reminded him of the call he had earlier. His face became a simple canvass and his orange eyes reflected a degree of sadness. "Maybe?" Haruko asked without looking at him. "Haruko-san, do you have a boyfriend?" Haruko was surprised by that question and stepped on the brakes. It's a good thing that there was traffic. "Why are you asking that!? That expression instantly vanished without a trace as he met Haruko's deadly glare with his usual brightness and coy politeness. "Juts for research." He answered with a smile. Haruko doesn't believe that even a bit, but the stoplight lit green. It was time to go and they do have work to do. That should come first before that research excuse of Yukito's.

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Aina looked at the test now in her hands. She was completely at a disadvantage here. She was no good with surprise tests because of her certain condition. She is also a new student and her journal never told her that there would be an exam, but it was already here. She should give it a shot and hope that there are things that she knows. She steeled her nerves and began to answer the test. It was unfortunately a puzzle for her, most of the questions did not leave her any sense of knowing. That's why her answers are most just hunches. She wished that she passes and if not, cleaning wasn't a bad thing. She was used to it.

She soon passed her test paper and bid their teacher goodbye before leaving. She then took out her journal again and began jotting down the things that happened to her. She didn't want to forget anything as much as possible. It didn't occur to her that she had already reached the entrance lobby if not one of her classmates greeted her, lifting her attention from the journal. She stopped in her walk and greeted back. It was then she heard a very familiar name which ended in a question. She looked at where that voice came from and found a man who was a stranger, a male, to her in every sense, but somehow, there was an image of a boy that overlapped with his.

"...Len..." The name spilled forth from her lips as the past which has become a permanent ghost of hers was now breaking through her reality. It seemed that fate has indeed some other plans than she had wanted.

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In regards to Shin, the test was not even something to be bothered with. He finished it without any difficulties at all. He knew the answers to all. There were far more important things he had to handle. He passed his papers and left the room. He would need to talk with Yukito and settle the things about the rumors circulating around him. It also reminded him that he was going to do an official statement about him being linked to that girl who he had bumped into last night and was apparently one of his schoolmates.

Before all of that, he wanted to see if Yukito was still here. It was during the middle of his search that he had a call from an overseas entity. He answered his phone and now understood why Yukito was in a bad mood. This was the cause of it. "I see... Congratulations then" He then bid his goodbye and released a very tired and frustrated sigh. He was certain that the famous idol was going to be in a terrible mood for the rest of the days, and it would be his duty to make sure that Yukito won't be thinking of doing something stupid. There was another call, this time from the agency. It seemed that everything is prepared and he was the only one needed to be there. Well, this was needed to make sure he won't be bothered again. with trivial things.

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There was an air of melancholy around Aina as she was up and about the shrine grounds doing some of her chores as it's shrine maiden. She was wearing the garb of a shrine maiden too as she released a huge sigh. Her day started with the typical hysteria and readjusting herself to the current timeline with calming down and reading her journal. She knew she was the one who wrote it, but she felt completely a stranger while reading it. The feelings she had felt during writing what happened yesterday were all gone. She stopped sweeping the grounds and looked at the sky above her. She wondered how many times she had felt this way. It was silly of her to think about it, because she won't remember anyway.

One of the things she wrote that stuck to her was meeting Len. The feelings she felt during those childhood days remained and made her smile and even her heart beating in a warm and nervous manner recalling that promise, but, according to her journal... She said something awful. Her eyes looked down at the ground as she bit her lower lip. She told that grown-up Len to kindly forget about the past. Her exact words were written on the journal as she recalled it.

"Len-san, don't worry about the past. I have forgotten about it. You should too. Being grown-up and all. It's a bit childish to think about it right?"

She released another sigh and even went to the point of slapping her cheeks. That was really not a nice thing to say, even if she really couldn't remember it, but she didn't want that Len of her past be embroiled with her, someone who has no future. Her feelings also reset making all that she had experienced before meaningless, even if she had done that, she was not that person before. It was a separate person from her and that's how she felt every day she wakes up. She might be alive, but she can never move forward is it... no, she tries to step forward but then take a subsequent step back.

"I should have just died then..." Those words echoed inside her head as her grip on the broom handle tightened, reflecting her frustration and her sadness. "Ai-chan, would you like to have tea with me? I believe it's time to take a break." Her grandfather's words took her back to reality as she looked behind her, a smile on her face, as she hide the dreary thoughts in her head. "Ah, yes. I would love it grandfather." Her grandfather nodded as he returned to the house in which shortly, she followed behind him, but stopped midway because... "Meow... Meow..." That took her attention as the sound was accompanied by a light jingling. She looked at where the source is and found it to be a small black kitten.

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"There you are Negai!" Aina called with cheerfulness as she went to the kitten who looked up at her with its tail wagging ever so delicately. She went towards it as she lowered herself to the ground and gently pat its head which liked it. This was a stray kitten in the shrine she had taken in. She remembered from the journal and good thing, the kitten has bell collar as well. "Where have you been? Hmm?" Little Negai purred while rubbing its face on her palm. "Let's go inside. I'll give you some milk." She scooped the feline into her arms and noticed something odd. "Negai, is there something different about your collar?" She wasn't sure really since the description of the bell collar wasn't written explicitly, but she read it was supposed to be pink, not blue.

"Ai-chan, the tea will get cold." Her grandfather stood by the door looking at her. She wasn't able to think about the collar anymore. "Ah, yes, I'm sorry grandfather!" She went towards him while little Negai in her arms, "Meow..." and the bell jingled. When she entered the house, she was welcomed with a song that was playing on the radio. It had a nice tune, but something she was not expecting her grandfather to listen to. "Do you like that song, grandfather?" Her grandfather was already sitting upon the porch overlooking their backyard. "Ah... yes... it has a nice meaning, don't you think? I think, it was sung by some boy named Ruwa... Ichigo." She nodded while putting Negai down and prepared the kitten's milk before joining her grandfather as she listened to the lyrics. "It is nice..."

She was oblivious that at the bottom of the shrine stairs someone was looking for that feline she named Negai.

Today was his day off. Haruko had managed to deal with his other schedules on her own like confirming appointments, interviews, rehearsals and the works. He wanted to have a full schedule which would give him a good reason not to attend, but his father asked for him specifically to handle some things for the wedding that would be taking place soon. It was obvious since Kurou won't even raise a hand. That's why it all falls down to him, typical. He was starting to dislike this occasion as time passed on. It was nothing but a nuisance for him as it also reminded him of that call he had received yesterday. The moment he thought about it, he could feel his annoyance increasing, anyway, that's why he arrived later than his family did and the other family involved in this particular event.

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"U--Uhm... Fu--wa-san... Ah-- Kitomura-san." The nervous way he was being called was a good way to stop him from his irritating thoughts as he looked at one of the assistants assigned to help him in getting changed to his so-called outfit. The girl who called blushed further as she couldn't believe her luck being inside the room and be this close to the famous pop idol just because she works for Shizuka Fujioka who was just a few moments away being the mother to this man she idolizes. "Hmm? No need to be nervous, what is it, Seo-san?" Yukito gently said with that eyes of his reflecting that friendly kindness. His answer only made Seo blushed even further because she had no idea that he knew her name. (He just read it on her ID though)

"Go--Go-oo-Gomen! The clothes you'll b--be wearing is he-re.." She showed it to him and she really wanted to see it on him. It would be like a dream come true but as for the one who was going to wear it, he could clearly see the whimsical fantasy of his father's soon-to-be wife. "Is that so? Thank you." He walked towards her and took the outfit with a smile while inside he wanted to incinerate it at once. He did not hate the clothes itself as he does wear various style of clothing especially when he's performing. He just hates the one who made it, since the clothes had all been arranged by that woman. "I guess it would be time for me to change then." He stated in his effortlessly carefree manner. Seo nodded her head in full agreement.

Yukito was soon wearing the clothes specific for him as he entered the car prepared for him. He had made arrangements for the honeymoon and the performance asked of him by his father to serve as sort of a gift. It sickens him really... doing this gesture for a woman that their father believed would be able to become their mother, his and Kurou's. That was despicable! He closed his eyes to hide the rage fueled inside him, so the driver won't notice. There was only silence in between the ride as his thoughts fiddled with his memories of his mother, that brightened anyone's day. He misses her deeply and he was sure that Kurou as well. He could also agree on his brother's belief that their father chose the easy way out... forgetting and even worse replacing... as if that was ever possible.

"Sir, we have arrived." He opened his eyes and looked at the window beside him. "Yes, we have. Thank you." He noted as he smiled at the driver as the door was opened for him by another staff. He stepped out and in his hands was a bouquet of red roses. The people present could not help but gawk and swoon at his image. His hair was not in his usual state, but neatly combed, creating a perfect image of him, much like a white prince. "Ku-nii, I see you have come." He smiled at him and then handed the bouquet to him. "Your gift to our soon-to-be stepmother. It's common courtesy."

Oh my, is that you Kurou-kun? Yukito-kun?" He looked at the one who called them and it was one of their relatives from the father side, specifically, their overbearing Aunt. "Do behave, Ku-nii. I don't want them to think badly about our mother... ever." His voice was awfully low, so it could only be heard just the two of them, but it was filled with conviction. He then had a brilliant smile on his face. It was flawless. "It's nice for you to have come Aunt Shizuka!" He greeted with cheer as the older woman had a faint blush. "Of course, I would! You two boys have splendidly grown into such a fine young men!" That's right, weddings are really troublesome and these people around him were also annoying, but he kept his perfect acting on. He will entertain them, until this farce is over.

Haruko had told him that Yukito was attending a family affair which he had known to be a wedding. It seemed his father was getting remarried. He didn't think that was a smart move family-wise especially the situation that Yukito should be in right now. He remembered the call he had received from his cousin. "EDGE, look this way please." He listened to the instruction and did that. "Perfect!" The photographer said happily. He was currently in a photo shoot for a fashion campaign. "We got all we want! Thanks for the good work!" He gave a polite small smile. "Yes, thank you as well." He then went back to his dressing room, but before doing so, some of the staff called out to him.

They were asking about the announcement he made yesterday about the news of him being linked to that coffee girl. He officially denied any links and established that there was nothing behind it, but a coincidental accident. "That's right. I really don't have any girlfriend." They noted that he should get one, it would be very easy for him so, the rumors would just stop. "That is one solution, but that would be unfair." They all looked at him questioningly. "I want to fall in love. " He winked at that statement and excused himself afterwards. The people he was talking to had flushed faces and even noted that he was a romantic, if only that was true.

He was now inside his room and looked at the wall clock. The wedding should be taking place soon. He couldn't help but worry about Yukito, not physically, but emotionally. "You can really be dense sometimes, Layla..." He muttered under his breath as he changed into his clothes and left the studio. There the car assigned to him was waiting as he entered it and leaned on the leather seat at the back with clear weariness and frustration. "What's wrong, sport?" Hus driver looked at him through the rear-view mirror. "Love is hard..." The older man chuckled at that and began to drive. He already knew where to go since Shin's schedule had been told to him earlier.

"It always is." The older man then turned on the radio as the current number one song played through the car. It was the song that Yukito introduced yesterday. Many had noted that it was completely different from the upbeat and playful songs he had been known for, but his fans loved seeing this new side of him as can be seen as it easily skyrocketed to first place. He could tell very well that this was personally written by Yukito. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the consequence of his decision. "I want to go somewhere else." The older man looked at him. "What about work?" He loosened his collar and took out his phone. "Cancelled." His driver shook his head, but followed Shin's wish. "All right, you're the boss."

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Soon, he finally arrived as he exited the car. He had managed to wring out the location of this place from Haruko. He could be very persuasive when needed. It seemed he would be what people would call a wedding crasher, but whatever as he entered and began to look for Yukito.


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Character Portrait: Nemui Fujioka Character Portrait: Himeko Katsukawa Character Portrait: Kurumi Fujioka Character Portrait: Yukito Kitomura Character Portrait: Shin Ogawa Character Portrait: Aina Malik Character Portrait: Kurou Kitomura Character Portrait: Ren Suzuki

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Time Skip: Everyone is at Sakura Square. Osama Game Begins!


Nemui was a lot more nervous than she realized. She didn't know that the Osama game would be 'Truth or Dare' on cocaine, if she had, she never would have agreed to play in the first place. She was chosen to go first, so she held out several Popsicle sticks in her hand with numbers on all of them but one that was simply marked with a crown symbol, but the markings of the sticks were concealed by her hand. This was going to be a game of chance, and it made her stomach churn just thinking about it. This game temporarily gave people more power than they needed, and she hoped that everyone would be docile about this, but since they were teenagers with raging hormones, she highly doubted that anyone would make it out of this game without being sexually harassed or mentally scarred. No one ever told her that growing up would include sexual harassment, and if they had, she must have had earphones in. There is no way that this is the typical teenage experience... This kind of thing only happens in manga..

"Get on with it, Ne-chii!" Kurumi whined to her, growing rather impatient from anticipation.

Nemui let out a long sigh, nodding her head, "O-Okay.." She stared down at the popsicle sticks with pure determination. She did NOT want to end up being one of the targets. She had to draw the King stick, she could not handle this game. She honestly still considered fleeing the scene, but she was fairly certain that Kurumi would drag her back or use her fish face to con her into returning to the game, "O-One... Two... G-Go!" Nemui announced, allowing everyone to draw their choice of stick, leaving her with the last remaining one. She looked at her's, a relieved smile crossing her features as she saw a yellow crown. She was safe, for this turn at the very least.

"Don't show your sticks everyone, not unless you're the King of this turn!"

Nemui showed the group her stick, letting everyone see with their own eyes that she had draw the king popsicle. Though now that she was safe from an order, she realized that she would have to come up with one on her own. She messed up the back of her wavy sandy blonde hair, wracking her brain. Sure, she was a smart girl, but she never was good at Truth or Dare. She was fairly straight laced, so she wasn't sure what a 'good' order would be. She didn't want to go too easy on her choice, but she didn't want to take things too far either. Her mind turned to all the manga she'd read in her lifetime, and finally she got an idea. She wasn't sure if anyone else in the group knew what Seven Minutes in Heaven was, but she was going with it anyhow. She could always explain what Seven Minutes in Heaven was if there was anyone who wasn't sure.

"E-Etto..." she stammered, lightly blushing. Announcing her order out loud was proving to be far more difficult than she had anticipated. She didn't realize how embarrassing it would be to actually say it out loud, but she had no other idea in mind. She had to say it, even if it killed her. She let out a quiet and discreet sigh to calm her nerves and attempted to speak again, "The King demands that number two and number four participate in Seven Minutes in Heaven. W-We will know if you c-cheat... you have to use...e-etto... you have to use t-t-tongue or it doesn't count."

She then let out a sigh, relieved that she had gotten it over with. She was lightly blushing after explaining her order as King, but she managed to survive, "Everyone reveal your number." She announced, tilting her head a bit. She wondered who would have to kiss, hoping that she didn't throw the wrong people under the bus. She hoped that the two would at least remotely be attracted to each other, but she was well aware that this game scarcely ever panned out like that. Why did teenagers even like playing this game? She was a ball of nerves and she wasn't even the person who had to carry out the action. She felt horrible, anxious, but somehow energized. She imagined that this is somewhat like what it would be like to try drugs.

She was surprised at how many people were present. There were only eight people, but everyone was attractive, herself included. Specifically in her opinion, Kurumi's friend from before, Ogawa-san, Yukito, and Kurou were all aesthetically pleasing. Ren was nice to look at, but he held a natural kind of beauty, kind of like Kurumi. Aina was exotic, unable to be compared to anyone. Himeko was as beautiful as the three boys she had mentioned, almost passing for a model herself. She was just glad there was no one that she found repulsive in the circle. So, in all honesty, no matter what happened, it could have always been worse. She had to remind herself of that fact to keep herself going. If she didn't think of the positives, she'd have an early stroke from this level of anxiety.

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"I don't have the slightest clue what would happen this night, but I really hoped that I could at least talk to her... you know. Is that being a stalker?"


Ren was not sure how he was dragged here frankly speaking. He was doing some chores for his grandmother and had a coincidental meeting with a certain feline. Somehow, there was this instant connection and he could not help but be fond of that lone feline. Unfortunately, he had lost trace of the cat and ended up looking around town. It was an effort on his part and had wanted to take an early sleep. His energy reserves had been depleted, but that was not how it happened, because when he returned home, his grandmother literally pulled him towards their neighbor's house, the infamous Kitomura household.

His grandmother was terribly excited about it which granted him a curious thing, but it was not enough for him to be zone in. Right now, he just wanted to lay on his bed and you know close his eyes. The doorbell was rang and he was thrust into this Osama Game. It seemed that Ren was invited by Nemui and that was a very nice thing to do, but really he would have preferred to sleep. He yawned midway as the guys introduced themselves to each other, the one who have yet to know each other. "Suzuki, Ren." There were his classmates, Nemui, Yukito, and Himeko. He was also introduced to some of the upperclassmen, Nemui's sister, Yukito's older brother, and the guy he saw yesterday during lunch time. He only perked up when his eyes landed on the very image pf his past. It seemed that she, Aina was also invited.

At this point, Ren wanted to call out to her. However, he remembered their interaction yesterday. It does not need a genius to know that Aina had forgotten that childish promise or does not care for it anymore. Well, that is true. That is why he should do the same thing, but why does it leave a bad taste on his mouth. He bit his lower lip and released a soft sigh, before shifting his attention towards the snacks laid out. There were chips and that might help in taking out that bitter taste. He was not very fond of that. Right now, he felt that he should have not come at all and even participated in this game.
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He grabbed one of the chips and ate it in peace. Somehow, the sisters or more appropriate the older sister of Nemui was enjoying it. His eyes drifted to Nemui who held the sticks that would determine their fate for the next hour or so. She was not completely fixated on the game and was rather nervous from the looks of it. That was acceptable since, he did hear stories that this game cam become extreme within a few minutes, especially with alcohol involved. Nevertheless for the most part, Ren was as usual, nonchalant in his demeanor, but still had that friendly demeanor that makes him approachable more than others.

In any case, the game started and they picked their respective sticks. He did not get the King Stick. Instead, he got the numbered one and his was 7. He kept it a secret though which was part of the game as the King who was apparently Nemui give orders. It did not take long for that to happen. Ren was rather surprised that Nemui could think of that kind of order. It seemed that this game had just went to the extreme with that statement. Of course, he was not going to blame or would that lower Nemui's reputation in his eyes. He did say that he liked hanging out Nemui and that is that.

Additionally, Ren believed that was just the nature of the game. Anyway, he revealed his number which meant that he would not be doing that Seven Minutes in Heaven. "Not me." Instead, he wondered who would do it and looked at the ones who hold the number 2 and the number 4. He was rather curious who would do it, though.



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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nemui Fujioka Character Portrait: Himeko Katsukawa Character Portrait: Kurumi Fujioka Character Portrait: Yukito Kitomura Character Portrait: Shin Ogawa Character Portrait: Aina Malik Character Portrait: Kurou Kitomura Character Portrait: Ren Suzuki

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"Hey, I'll have you know...."

"Hm?" She tilted her head, wondering what he could possibly have to say in his defense. She couldn't imagine a response, but he somehow managed to exceed her expectations.

"...that that is true and I can't really think of anything, but it's still irritating me."

Himeko just stared at him for a moment, mostly in disbelief. Did he really just admit defeat? Himeko tried to hold in her amusement, even pressing a closed fist to her lips to prevent a snicker from escaping, but she couldn't hold it in much longer. Himeko couldn't help it, despite trying her absolute best to hold it back, she burst out into giggles, but composed herself quickly. She couldn't let anyone find her laughing with or at Kurou, because to onlookers, there was no difference between the two, "Don't tell me you just realized that you're an entitled trust fund dependent?" She asked, quirking a brow and allowing a smug smirk to form on he face.

"Kuu-nii, Katsukawa-san. I didn't know you two are acquainted."

"I've said it once and I'll say it a thousand times if I must, he's a stalker." Himeko responded with a sigh, completely content with her explanation. Part of her truly believed that was all, mostly because Kurou didn't seem to remember her. She knew that this could be used to her advantage, but she didn't want to get revenge on him. Revenge wasn't her style, she just couldn't forgive him for accusing her of having a crush on him after everything that he forgot had taken place. In fact, it was probably why she couldn't be nice to him, at all. Though she was shaken by one fact, slightly blushing, "My job brought me here though, so I guess that it wasn't his doing this time." She mumbled with a defeated sigh, but refused to drop her guard. She couldn't afford to.

"Only a little bi-- Wait... Katsukawa....?"

She took a step back when he began examining her, then realized that he might recognize her, immediately turning her back to both boys, "It's actually a common surname." She responded defensively, crossing her arms, rubbing her upper arms. On the inside she was freaking out, despite her much calmer demeanor. Oh no.. Crap.. Don't worry.. He.. He doesn't remember you..

"Kurumi-san and Nemui-san wanted to have group and play a game, back at the house."

She had no idea who Kurumi was, but Nemui-San was his sister, so she assumed Kurumi would have been the oldest girl. Suddenly she felt very conflicted. She wanted to hang out with Nemui, but that also meant going to their house, Kurou's house. Just as she was about to cordially decline, Yukito spoke up, revealing his hook.

"Nemui-san, would like you to invite you to come."

"E-Eh!?" She was completely surprised, frowning a bit when he revealed that Nemui was the one who wanted to invite her. Though she then saw Shin, "He isn't going, is he?" Himeko asked tilting her head towards Shin's direction, one hand on her hip as she inquired. Her anger shifted focus from Kurou to Shin, who was complete across the room within an instance. The poor model wasn't even aware of her ominous vibes that she was shooting his way, but she was still angry about the media and reporters she had at her home due to her run in with him, "If he isn't going, then I'll come...." She responded in a matter-of-fact tone, but a shocked expression took over her features, remembering something important that she had not made clear, "O-Only for Nemui-chan though!" How could she have forgotten to add such a crucial part to her reply?

"Want to join too Kuu-nii? It could be fun."

Why did his words bring a chill down her spine all of a sudden? Then she remembered something, but she waited for Kurou's answer. Even though she wasn't meeting his gaze or looking in his direction, she was curious about whether he would attend.

"....I'll think about it."

Could he be any more vague? He might as well have said maybe.. she thought to herself, finally turning back around to face the two brothers. She doubted that Kurou would remember her anyway, because she had completely changed physically, but her personality completely switched sides of the spectrum as well. It was highly unlikely that he'd make s connection, unless he started digging through yearbooks. Then she realized that he was still staring at her, which almost made her jump out of her own skin, "Quit staring at me, Kitomura! I-I'll punch your lights out if you don't stop!" She snapped, a dark blush on her face, only further verifying that she was losing her cool. She couldn't relax under his observational gaze. It was unnerving and she felt as though she was unraveling.

"Well, see you."

"Bye." She mumbled softly, waiting for Kurou to leave hearing range before returning her attention to Yukito. She was only half serious as she uttered her next words, but it was a curious thought, "Can we retract our agreement to attend?" She inquired without even a hint of joking. Though she knew she couldn't refuse to attend, she didn't want to disappoint Nemui, especially if the shy girl personally chose to invite her. Why did her life always end up in a collage of choices that were always double ended blades? For once she wished that she could just be happy in life, without some sort of disclaimer always popping up it's ugly head, "Where is this thing happening?" She asked Yukito in a defeated tone, not having the faintest of ideas where Sakura Square was located. She wasn't rich, so she did not partake in walking down rich kid streets, so she had never laid eyes on the extensive plot of land surrounded by the large gate, or the surrounding town.

Time Skip


Image"Get on with it, Ne-chii!"

She could tell that Nemui was the more mature sibling, but it was none of her business to judge the two girls, even if she found the older sibling to be a bit immature. The girl was cute, so it kind of worked for her, but Himeko wondered if she was truly that dependent on Nemui or if the girl was simply playing dumber than she truly was. Himeko had changed clothes, now wearing a less formal attire. She wore a white and black jacket over top of a ebony square neck long sleeved fleece shirt. Her skirt was brown with blue tights underneath and chunky black boots covering her feet.

"O-Okay.. O-One... Two... G-Go!"

Himeko withdrew a stick from Nemui's hand, biting her bottom lip. She wasn't sure how this game worked, or the rules, but she had a gut feeling that this would not be nearly as fun as she was promised it would be. She wondered what the sticks were for, but her's had the number two written on it in red ink. She wondered what that meant, but she was too prideful to ask..

"Don't show your sticks everyone, not unless you're the King of this turn!"

Himeko nearly froze solid, quickly clinging her popsicle stick to her chest. She didn't realize that she had to keep her number a secret, but she didn't go out of her way to flaunt it, so she hoped that nobody peeked. Now that her number was concealed from everyone else among the group, Himeko found herself growing quite nervous again. Then Nemui began to speak, and she appeared equally nervous, somewhat reassuring Himeko.

"E-Etto... The King demands that number two and number four participate in Seven Minutes in Heaven. W-We will know if you c-cheat... you have to use...e-etto... you have to use t-t-tongue or it doesn't count."

Himeko's eyes immediately widened in a cocktail of shock and complete horror. She had never had her first kiss, and she was supposed to willingly give it up, to a practical stranger no less? What if it was a girl? What if it is KUROU!? She immediately shivered at that thought, shaking her head in attempt to recompose herself. She knew she had to get a grip, but with the startling news, she felt absolutely sick to her stomach. Who had stick number four?

"Everyone reveal your number."

In a robotic manner, Himeko revealed her stick, albeit quite hesitantly. She had to lose her first kiss, and it had to be a french kiss with someone she barely knew?! Could this get any worse!? She clenched her entire body, refusing to show just how nervous she truly was, but she couldn't conceal her expression or her nervously darting eyes. Suddenly she was glad that she changed into an outfit that concealed more of her body.

"Not me."

"L-Lucky." Himeko tried to calmly respond, although failing miserably. Himeko's eyes landed on the boy from their class that sided with Yukito when she snapped at the youngest Kitomura for making Nemui so uncomfortable that she was literally sinking in her seat. He wasn't the one that she ended up with, so that left the exotic female stranger (Aina), Kurou, Yukito, Nemui's older sister, and Ogawa. She didn't want to kiss ANYONE here!! She always thought that she'd form some kind of emotional connection to her first kiss... and she was sworn off romance at the moment, so this arrangement only terrified her that much more. What if another rumor started?!