Yuki Miyazashi walked hesitantly towards the immaculate iron gates of Kasamura Academy. All around her students buzzed, talking about various things, heading towards the huge palace-like building. Yuki blinked just as she crossed the gates in awe. This place was huge! It looked like a some fancy mansion that belonged to a queen. This is a school?! Yuki thought to herself, No way! She shook her head and continued down the cobblestone path surrounded by elegantly place trees and juniper shrubs towards the school's entrance.

She noticed a few boys eyeing her from across the quad; each had small grins plastered on their faces. She merely scowled and directed her attention elsewhere. Then she noticed a group of girls looking at her, but with completely different looks on their faces. They were all pretty -and popular Yuki figured- and they all had jealous scowls on their faces. Here we go... Yuki thought trying her best to ignore them. She approched the grand building and pulled out a small slip of paper from out of her shoulder bag.

"Ok," she mumbled to herself, "chemistry is my first class and that's in room 3-A... Where the hell is that?!" She sighed a little bit stressed then pulled her cell phone out of her bag and glanced at the time. 7:30, it read. She breathed a slight sigh of relief; at least there was still 15 minutes to class.

"Yakumo!!"
He was getting ready for school when he heard that woman shut his name. Igoring her, Yakumo changed into his uniform. Before he can take a step out of his room, he heard his name once more, but this time a bit louder.
"YAKUMO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
With a dreadful sigh, he stuffed one hand in his pocket before walking down the stairs. A tall woman, in her mid-twenties was standing by the kitchen, tapping hr feet impatiently. She got ready to yell once more, but stopped as she spotted Yakumo walking down the stairs.
"How many times must I shout your name just to get your attention?!" she snapped.
"I'm late for school. Haru, lets go." he said walking past the woman. She placed her hands on her hips before continuing.
"At least eat your breakfast. I woke up early just to make you guys something. And, I'm going out with my friends today. I wont be home so make yourselves dinner."
Yakumo looked over his shoulders, staring at the burnt toast, laying on the plates.
"You want us... to eat that?" he asked before shaking his head. "We're fine. Besides, our uncle makes better breakfast. I dont care what you do... you dont have to tell me everything. It's better if you're not home anyways." he said muttering the last part to himself. He turned his gaze away when he felt someone tug on his shirt. His sister pointed at the clock, telling him he's really going to be late. With a short nod, Yakumo headed out the door with Haru following him.

"I'll come get you as soon as school's over, alright?" he said putting a hand on his sister's head, as they stopped in front of their uncle's house. "Tell him I said hi." he quickly added before walking off. Yakumo looked at his watch as he walked through the gates. At least he wasnt late this time... not that he cared if he was anyways. He walked by a girl with long black hair and stopped to look at her when she asked herself where 3-A was.
Must be a new girl... he thought to himself. "Walk straight down the hall and make a right at the first corner you see... it's the 3rd door to your left." he answered. "Or... you can just follow me. That's my first class.." he mumbled before heading inside the building, and walking to his first class.

A loud noise could be heard, and then, a male charging through a group of people out the entrance to the school building, laughing quite loudly. It was none other then Ryuu, leaving the scene of another prank. This one alittle louder, and more messy then the last. He stopped near the gates to the school laughing heavily bent over his hands resting on his knees as he gasped for air. "Oh god, man that was funny.." He said as he ran a hand through his hair brushing it back out of his face.

He looked up in time to see two people. "Hey, there, um..I don't think I've met you, or you.." He said pointing at one, then the other. "S-sorry..haha..names Ryuu, by the way, It's a pleasure, um.." He said looking behind him a few times, making sure he wasn't being followed. "Be um, careful going in there. I, well I didn't cause as much trouble as I'm going to be blamed for." He said and smiled genuinely, "Just uh, really watch where you step, and please..please don't tell them you saw me, yeah?" He asked smiling some as he began to step backwards, running a hand up and down the back of his neck, waving to them. "Well, I'll probably see you both around, at some point in the day..anyways I should get outta here, before..well" He cleared his throat and turned and walked off quickly, he wasn't sure which class he had this morning, due to his obvious rush to get away from the place he had set up the prank. He'd probably find out quite quickly which class he was in, when he came in late again, after things settled down.

"Huh?" Yuki mumbled to herself, snapped out of her own thoughts. She looked up at the boy standing next to her -who was quite tall compared to her- and blinked. "O-oh. Um, thank you." She nodded with an innocent smile then suddenly jumped at a loud crash that came within the building, following by a boy running out laughing. He was obviously the source of whatever that sound was as he stuttered and mumbled and warned them about watching their step before running off. She blinked again then turned to the boy standing next to her, about to ask who the prankster was, but he wasn't there. She glanced inside the building and saw him walking down the hallway. Yuki quickly picked up the pace not to lose him, as she had already forgotten his directions, so she could find the classroom.

A man, who looked like a teacher, suddenly ran passed her, yelling and screaming the prankster's name furiously. He's in trouble now, she giggled to herself. Then it suddenly occured to her how big and beautifully decorated the school's interior was. The carpet was a lovely shade of deep red, flat pillars lined the walls; even the wood framing at the top and bottom of the walls had intricate decorations carved in them! Her jaw hung open slightly as her eyes travelled from the walls, to the expensivly framed windows, and even to the paintings that hung here and there.

"Wow..." she whispered quietly under her breath as the boy in front of her turned into a classroom. She stopped in front of the door and looked up at a gold sign above it that read, "Classroom 3-A, Chemistry." They have their own room for Chemistry?! At my old school there was only one class for the sciences... She hesitantly walked inside and found that it didn't really even look like classroom. Yes, there were desks, and bookshelves -expensive, tall, over decorated ones-, but the ceiling was tall, and there we no projects from students all over the walls, as if the would intefere with the decor. Slowly she walked towards the teacher, feeling everyone's eyes locked on her, and handed him the slip in her hand. "The front office said I have to have all the teacher's sign this." Suddenly the teacher boomed out with a huge smile, "How wonderful! A new student! I'm Mr. Takamori! Nice to meet you!" Oh, God, Yuki thought to herself as the crazy teacher signed the slip of paper, a high energy teacher. Great... Just please don't make me stand in front of the class and introduce myself...

Yakumo turned his head to look at the guy who just came running in. He cocked his head slightly to the side, before moving on. He stepped into class, ignore everyone's stare and sat at the back of the room, as usual. Soon enough, the new girl caught up, stepping into the classroom. Of couse, catching everyone's attention. He sighed silently before staring at the window.

"Oi, Yakumo. You know that new girl? Why'd you walk into class with her?" a boy asked as he leaned over.
"No.. I dont know her. Besides, I didnt walk in with her.. I walked in here first, and she followed in." he said, his face expression never changing.
"Same thing.." the guy muttered.
"She was lost, so I just helped her get to class. Nothing more. Now shut up, you're starting to annoy me." With that, Yakumo pulled out a book and started to read. School... wasnt exactly something he liked. Especially because most of the kids here were stuck up rich kids. The only reason he agreed to attend was because he wanted to get out of the house. He hated that woman....

Almost sliently, Yakumo flipped through the pages of his book. He was a pretty fast reader. His eyes wandered over to where the teacher was as the teacher introduced himself to the new girl. That teacher was always so loud. Shaking his head, he went back to his reading, ignoring all that was going around him.

"Hinata, honey get out of bed. you need to get up its the first day of school" her mom whispered into her daughter ears as a pair of dark purple eyes flickered open and looked at her alarm clock.

"Oh my gosh, mom why didn't you wake me up sooner!?" her mother just smiled "I tried Hun, but waking you up is like trying to wake the dead" Hinata turned and shot her mother a sarcastic smile as she pulled on her new uniform and ran a brush through her hair and tying the red ribbons in.

taking one last look at herself in the mirror before sliding her shoes on and running to catch her ride.

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"Have a good day Sweetheart" her dad called as she got out and waved good bye and her dad drove off.

turning to look at her new school she gasped "This place is Huge." she just gulped and walked through the gate, looking every which way and seeing students talking amongst themselves.

Pulling out her schedule she looked at it "chemistry first, class 3-A"

she walked inside and began searching for her first class.

(I changed it so I might have some socialization)

"Yuki Miyazashi, eh?" the teacher said reading her name off the slip of paper, "I've heard quite a bit about you and I'm honored to have you in my class!" He handed her the piece of paper back, which she quickly shoved into her bag. Suddenly she found herself pulled to the front of the class and an arm fall around her shoulders. The obnoxious teacher had a firm grip around her as he shouted, "Attention, class! We have a new student! This is Yuki Miyazashi who just transferred to to Kasamura from up north! Everybody say hello!"

A few people actually did say hello, some with enthusiasm, most without, and other's just kind of waved or did nothing at all. Pretty much all the boys' eyes were locked on her, a few of them with jaws open, and all the pretty girls' eyes were locked on her too, only they had jealous expressions. Yuki's cheeks turned slightly pink in embarrassment as she tried to get out of the teacher's grasp. This guy was obviously not your average, ethical teacher, as his grasp tightened, then suddenly he released her. He put a finger on his chin then said, "Hmmm... Now where shall you sit... Ah! Right there!" He pointed to the empty chair right infront of the boy who helped her find class. Quickly she made her way to the empty desk and sat down low in the chair. She didn't mind the seat she was in; it was far away from the teacher's booming voice and next to a window. Yuki put an elbow on her desk then rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window.

"Pst!" she heard a voice trying to get her attention. She looked over her shoulder at a boy with sandy brown sitting next to her leaning in her direction. "Hey, don't feel embarrassed, he does that to every new student, girl or boy. But anyways, I'm Kenji, nice to meet you," he said holding out a hand for her to shake. He had that sly look on his face, the one most guys get when they're trying to impress a girl.

"Alright, class! Settle down, now! Class is now in session!" the teacher shouted just before Yuki could react to the boy's useless attempt. Immediatly eveyone was quiet and the boy drew back his hand and directed his attention towards the teacher.

Yakumo wasnt really interested, even when the teacher called for attention. However, he did give the girl one quick look as Mr. Takamori said her name. As Yuki sat in her seat, he went back to his reading. It wasnt a surprise as one of the guys tried to make some conversation with her. This happened all the time. He was used to this whole new girl or boy thing.

Yakumo yawned quietly as he finished the book he was reading. "...I need to go back to the library again..." he mumbled to himself. Maybe this time he should sign out a few more books. He had been reading a lot lately... The teen stretched out his arms as the teacher started his lesson. This time, Yakumo actually turned his attention to the teacher, listening.

He silently tapped his pen on the desk, his eyes wandering off towards the window once more. Okay, so class really wasnt that entertaining... but than again, what did entertain him anyways? After a moment of thinking, Yakumo pulled out a earphone from his pocket. He made sure the volume was low, so he can hear both the teacher's voice, and the music.

SHOOT!
May was running down the street like crazy, she had slept in by mistake because her parents arguing kept her up
Darn it...I am going to be late! that one thought kept circling in her head, she was hoping to get perfect attendance...now to hope her patents to ground her. Even though she was used to the fact of being scolded all the time she at least wanted to make a good impression on the school.

She ran into the school and down the halls as quickly as she could, some students nodded at her as she pass, she was well known in the school....only of course because of her 'mask' she would wear during school hours...even if it wasn't the real her she didn't want her parents bugging her.
She returned the nods, she notice a girl ( Directed at Hinata ) she looked puzzled It doesn't hurt to help her... im late anyways.
She calmed down and walk over to the girl " Excuse me, it seems your in my class as well. I am afraid we are already late...but come ill lead you to the class."
her tone was gentle and soft...it had a warm welcoming feeling to it

she grabbed the girl's hand and began to pull her down the hall as she walk with a soft smile, it wasn't long before they got to chemistry 3-A. She opened the door pulling the girl in as well " I am so sorry for being late, I am afraid I slept in by mistake." I could just ask my parents to give me a note with an the reason why I am late...oh that's right, they tend to think nothing is their fault...
She glanced back at the girl she had pulled along " I brought a student who got lost, I am afraid she is late to."

Aya walked into her first class and sat down, just barely missing the bell and then began to doodle on her notebook. How boring it was in Algebra class the first thing in the morning, nobody ever listened and the teacher just gave work and didn't explain it. The assignment was put up onto the board and the teacher began to say the morning announcements. "BORING BORING BORING BORING!!!" She screamed out to the teacher, "You honestly think we care about whether we lost our football game or if the Mathletes won their... Whatever. NOBODY CARES... Sir." Realizing how rude she sounded she gave a sheepish grin and went back too her doodles, knowing that it was true though. Everyone became silent as they started working on the assignment and the teacher going back to his desk, not even bothering to finish up the announcements.

SHOOT!
May was running down the street like crazy, she had slept in by mistake because her parents arguing kept her up
Darn it...I am going to be late! that one thought kept circling in her head, she was hoping to get perfect attendance...now to hope her patents to ground her. Even though she was used to the fact of being scolded all the time she at least wanted to make a good impression on the school.

She ran into the school and down the halls as quickly as she could, some students nodded at her as she pass, she was well known in the school....only of course because of her 'mask' she would wear during school hours...even if it wasn't the real her she didn't want her parents bugging her.
She returned the nods, she notice a girl ( Directed at Hinata ) she looked puzzled It doesn't hurt to help her... im late anyways.
She calmed down and walk over to the girl " Excuse me, it seems your in my class as well. I am afraid we are already late...but come ill lead you to the class."
her tone was gentle and soft...it had a warm welcoming feeling to it

she grabbed the girl's hand and began to pull her down the hall as she walk with a soft smile, it wasn't long before they got to chemistry 3-A. She opened the door pulling the girl in as well " I am so sorry for being late, I am afraid I slept in by mistake." I could just ask my parents to give me a note with an the reason why I am late...oh that's right, they tend to think nothing is their fault...
She glanced back at the girl she had pulled along " I brought a student who got lost, I am afraid she is late to."

Hinata smiled shyly as she walked into the room before turning and muttering a 'thank you' to the girl who had helped her.

She looked around fro an empty seat and found one at the center table of the room, walking over she set her bag on the hook on the side and sat down.

She would definitely have to remember that girls name.

Mysterious purple eyes stared outside the window as the few students that were rushing in before the gates closes. It was a mundane scenery that could be witnessed in every school. Personally, the owner of those eyes never thought anything special about this educational institution at all. The voice of the teacher echoed within the room of the section 4-A. Lectures about the future, examination reviews and the lesson proper. It was expected after all they were already a Senior Class and would graduate soon enough. However, it was all bout a tedious thing.

"Masamura-san, would kindly translate this passage in English."

All eyes were directed to the one called Masamura-san. The said person stood with much refinement as the translated words reverberated within the room. Everyone was left astounded with this effortless display. But what could they expect from the Top student of Kasamura Academy for the past 3 years and even now. Moreover, the ever popular Student Council President that had stolen many hearts of females and admired by the male society.

風ふけば
おきるしらなみ
たつた山
夜はにやきみが
ひとりこゆらむ

[Translation, what he actually said]

"Is he journeying
alone in the dead of night
across that mountain
whose name recalls waves at sea
rising when the tempest blows?"

His diction, pronunciation and suave voice were truly epitome of elegance and perfection. The teacher was left astounded that who had the initial plan of catching Masamura off-guard since he looked quite unfocused. How wrong he was as he gestured for the young man to sit down.

"That was wonderfully translated Masamura-san as expected from you."

He nodded and took his seat as he nonchalantly gazed outside the window beside him. The voice of his fellow classmates and teachers were drowned out by him. He simply was bored beyond comprehension despite the many activities that the Student Council has these days. His thoughts were filled by various things he could to past time after school. It is when he heard someone calling for him.

"Masamura-kun...?"

Turning to face the one who called him who was one of his female classmates. He had an amiable expression as expected of his reputation within the school compounds.
Although, it was tiring in certain points.

"What can I help you with Takigawa-san?"

It was clear to him that the girl had some odd reason for she blushing madly like a tomato. In any case, he would immediately turned any offer or invitation from her. There was no way he would waste his time "hanging out" with anyone that does not give him benefits of some sort.

"You see there is this party for my father's new product introduction tomorrow night and I was hoping you could be my escort..."

He did guess right and to not sully his reputation. A gentle smile was upon his face that even made him more handsome than ever. This was an everyday task for him nowadays always turning down women even how beautiful they are.

"I am very much honored in your consideration making me your escort however, I must politely decline. I have prior arrangements that night Takigawa-san. Maybe, some other time. I would make it up to you."

The female classmate was disappointed but understood the reason as she gave a grateful smile. "It's alright Masamura-kun. Thank you for at least considering it."

With that done, he gave an apologetic smile and gazed at the window again. This was only another typical day of his. How boring it truly is.

Hime walked through the halls of the school, as if she had no motivation to get to class on time. It really didn't matter if she was late. It wasn't like the teachers had the guts to get her into trouble, besides, if anything she could always pull the Student Council card out. I guess being Student Council Vice President has some perks.

Today was especially disappointing, because it meant that while she was switching out of class 3-A, two new students, who were rumored to be pretty cute, were switching in. Although she would also miss Takamori-sensei as well, she dreaded not getting to be the first to make friends with the new comers. She gave a short sigh. Being switched to the SS class 4-A, huh? I guess it won't be too bad.. SS stood for Special Students, it was a class filled with mostly seniors and a couple of others who achieved the very top scores along with being extremely wealthy. Which was no surprise that the Student Council President, Masamura-san, was also in that class.

Hime let out another long sigh and walked past class 2-As window, peeking in she waved at Suzuki-sensei, who waved back with a concerned look. Which definitely meant 'get to class'. Quickly, Hime rushing down the hall, but skid to a stop at the window of class 3-A. She spotted the new students quickly. Sooo, that's them? They're cuties alright. One has long silky black hair, and the other one looks extremely shy. How adorablee. After awhile Hime noticed the other students staring back at her through the window, she gave an angelic smile that made others swoon, and continued to walk to 4-A. As she looked around at the interior design of the school, and thought Ahh.. I'm pretty sure I'll miss this deep red carpet and these walls when I graduate next year.

She could hear the teacher speaking on the other side of the door; once upon a time longlonglong ago, Hime use to hate walking into classrooms when she was tardy. But now, for some reason, she didn't mind anymore. "Good Morning Kakashi-sensei, I apologize for my tardiness on the first day of transferring to your class." She said as she slid the door open and gave a slight bow. The teacher looked at her for a second and smiled, "Ah. Ogawa-san, you've finally been transferred to your respective class." Looking down at the seating chart, he told her to take a seat next to the window in front of Masamura.

Once again, Hime bowed and walked over to the seat she was given. "Hello, Masamura-san. How are you?" She asked as she pulled out her seat. He seemed to be gazing out the window, she wasn't sure if he had heard her or not. She and Masamura-san often came into contact with each other; because every time that he was Representative for his year, she was there as Representative for hers. It just so happened that he became President, and she as Vice. Which reminded her, there was a Student Council meeting today after school; something she was not looking forward to.

The teacher let out a sigh, slightly upset that his lesson was interrupted, yet when he spoke he still had that sunny disposition. "Very well, May. Now please take your seat." He cleared his throat about to continue his lecture then suddenly froze. "A-another new student?" he stammered, obviously trying to be over-dramatic, "How delightful!" His words immdiately caught Yuki's attention. Thank god I'm not the only one! she thought to herself, a slight smile appearing on her pale lips.

The teacher bounded towards the other new student and slammed his hands on her desk, making her as well as a few other students jump. "What's your name?!" the hyper-active teacher yelled almost in her face. Quietly she mumbled her name, which was inaudiable to most of the students in the class, including Yuki. Suddenly the teacher grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her to the front of the classroom.

"Class! This is Hinata Raikage! Everybody give your warmest welcome to her!" Once again, some of the class muttered hello, some cheerfully said hi, but most people stayed silent. Mr. Takamori then let the new student go -and she quickly dashed back to her desk- then continued talking.

He went on about science, chemicals, and even completely non-relavent things, like how much fun it was teaching new students about how his class ran. Some of the information he gave may have seemed important for a new student in his class to know, but Yuki paid no mind to it, she just stared out the window, wondering what the rest of the day had in store.

May smiled softly, this was the best teacher in her mind set. She walk over to her seat...she glance at Yuki and gave her a small welcoming smile
Seems to be a lot of new students. she thought as she sat in the very back of the class. She loved to be in the back...she was able to get away with some things...since the teachers couldn't see her to well, she would often doodle back there
I can't wait for lunch! I brought the last cupcake at home...chocolate...
she blush at the thought of such a sweet taste!
She glance to Yuki and then to Hinata, a small grin forming on her face...she took some not book paper and wrote two notes for them both, she toss them over enough for it to hit them in the leg under there desk. The note says
" Hey! you guys are new, I would love to show you around school. If you want to then just cough slightly...if you don't well then just stay silent."

Yakumo's eyes seems to glare at the teacher, as he once against introduced another new student. Seriously.. he wanted to throw something at him. Shaking his head, he rested his head down onto the desk, and closed his eyes. After a minute or so, he opened them again, and looked at his watch. Time sure did go slow... Besides, the teacher really wasnt teaching them anything. Just ranting on about random things... this gave Yakumo a headache.

He sat up straight, and looked down at his paper... which didnt have anything written. He glanced at the time once more before starting to write. He was writing a bunch of chemical formulas, just out of boredom. Then at the bottom of the paper, he drew a small sketch of the teacher, before crumbling the paper. Yakumo tilted his head, before tossing it across the room, and actually getting it into the trashcan. Mr. Takamori blinked, as he saw something fly past him, but continued his rant.

Lazily yet in an elegant manner, he turned his eyes towards the Student Council Vice President. She had been transferred to this class due to fulfilling the requirements per say. In his opinion, this school simply liked the idea of flaunting their students. It was entirely useless if one could ask him. He never had any interests in such things as long as the person could do adequate work then it is fine. In any case, he gave a polite nod. After all, they would be considered acquaintances.

“Good morning to you Ogawa-san. I am fine. How about you? Being tardy is unbecoming of you.”

His words rolled out his tongue like honey yet it still has the essence of coldness in it. A reminder that he was politely detached to everyone around him, even when this is clearly ignored or not noticed by the school body. Moreover, he could feel the stares from both the males and females upon them. The emotions that were being conveyed were admiration, disappointment or envy. It was quite annoying in every sense. This was not a spectacle to be watched with much seriousness. However, he does understand their interests. After all, they were member of the Student Council and the reputation they had is truly quite enticing.

“It would seem I am being hated by your loyal fans, Ogawa-san.”

Keiichi already knew that Kakashi-sensei was getting a little flustered for being ignored. It would appear everyone had forgotten they were still in class. His gazed drifted away from Ogawa to the opened book upon his desk. Flipping through the page, he had taken back everyone that there was a lesson to be taught along with a few coughs from their respective teacher. He finds them quite amusing for an adult to be envious of a student's popularity. Well, he never asked for any of this. It was given to him. Closing his book, he directed those deep purple eyes that never revealed anything about him towards Ogawa.

"Shall we continue this conversation some other time, Ogawa-san. We still do have a meeting later on."

With that said, he gave a detached small smile and gazed out his window again. Passing time with boredom, everything was monotonous. Even the drizzle of amusement he could have was simply not enough to capture his attention. The class was even predictable. He had memorized every contents of the book already. This was due to his photographic memory which he had no control over. Everything remains in his head once he seen it. Personally, he found such thing troublesome. For at times, he only wished to forget and yet he could not at all. Keiichi only hoped that the meeting later on would not be as bland as the start of his morning already. Maybe not that simplistic, after all Ogawa just transferred didn't she.

“Good morning to you Ogawa-san. I am fine. How about you? Being tardy is unbecoming of you.” He said to her, with a demeanor that slightly took her off guard. She glanced at him sideways, and replied with a quiet response. "I am oh so sorry to inform you, but I do not do things to meliorate my image. I do things as I please and say as I will." But even as she said this, she felt like a liar.

Hime never understood why the only boy she was not rough with was Masamura-san. Although her words were still coated in honesty, she never spoke to him rudely or boyishly. You could even say that the way she spoke towards him was lady-like. It had to be the air around him, he had this thing about him that made others become more...sophisticated, in a sense.

With every word that she gently spoke, she could feel a thick cloud of envy collect in the classroom. “It would seem I am being hated by your loyal fans, Ogawa-san.” Masamura-san said as he slowly affixed his eyes back to the book in front of him.

Was this a cloud of envy aimed towards him, or her? She couldn't tell. Maybe it was a mix of both; surely it was. Seeing as how Masamura was not only highly intelligent, he was also handsome beyond all means, and wealthy to boot.

"As I am, by yours; Masamura-san." Hime purred, only half-jokingly. She could sense the other students' watch them in a trance. To them, witnessing these two together was like something out of a story book. A princess and a prince. Even heavenly; Hime and Masamura looked like they were in a world where others were blocked by a barrier of transcendence.

Closing his book, Masamura directed his deep purple eyes to her midnight blue ones. "Shall we continue this conversation some other time, Ogawa-san. We still do have a meeting later on." He gave her his smile, and she gracefully returned it with a sainted smile.

Not even 5 minutes later, the bell rang and everyone was dismissed to their next class. The students who excitedly rushed out of the classroom, were like bombs ready to explode. They wanted nothing more then to relay the incidents that had just happen between Hime and Masamura.

"Are you prepared for a great deal of inconveniences and misunderstandings, Masamusa-san? It is more than likely the others will think we are in a relationship that surpasses 'just Council Members'." Hime lightly waved goodbye to him and walked through the door to her next lesson.

Her next lesson was Pre-Calculus in classroom 5-B; not because she needed it, but for the pure pleasure of being in the department of Mathamatics. Unlike the other departments, Mathamatics was located near the canteen. It was also located near the roof top, so it took no effort to sneak away at any given time.

Hime reached her destination quicker than she realized. Mm, 5-B. It always smells like food in here. With its location being a floor above the daily lunches, the aroma of whatever happened to be cooking that day would gradually float into the classroom. During lunch, she constantly found herself on the roof top. Most of the time Hime would just leisurely doze off under the sun.

Taking her seat next to the window, Hime waited for the bell to ring and signify that class had begun. After this, was just one more lesson and then lunch time. As a Student Council member she got off after lunch. This didn't mean she got to go home. It just meant that it was time for her and the other Council members to meet up and discuss/do whatever, for 3 hours. It is common for these junctions to happen only once a week. But since a school festival of some sort was coming up, the Council had to meet up thrice a week.

I wonder what kind of festival it will be. Hime turned her attention to the trees outside. Any day now, those cherry blossoms will bloom.

Yuki jumped ever so slightly when she felt the crumpled piece of paper hit her leg. As soon as Mr. Takamori turned his back to the class to scribble something down on the chalk board, she quickly picked it up and opened it slowly. She read the note quickly then hid it when the teacher turned around. Mr. Takamori once again turned his back and scribbled a formula down, then went on and on about how important it is, writing and underlining key words that would seem important, but Yuki was more focused on the note, and who threw it. The teacher was so ingrossed in his writings that now was the perfect time to turn around and see who threw it.

It wasn't hard to figure out who the culprit was; as soon as Yuki turned around she saw the girl who had come in late with the other new girl waving with a big smile on her face. She put the side of her fist to her mouth and did a coughing motion, reminding Yuki to cough if she wanted her to help show her around the school. Well, Yuki thought this place is pretty big and it would be nice if someone would show me around...
But before she could cough, or even turn back around for that manner, the bell rang. The boy behind her, the one who showed her to class, got up immediately and seemed like the first one out of the classroom, as if he had be anticipating the bell this whole time.

The teacher shouted a few last minute homework reminders as the class flooded out the door. Yuki packed up her stuff at a reasonable rate then soon follwed the crowd out the door. Once in the hallway, she pulled her schedule, which was now like her life line, and looked at her next class. Alright, next is 5-B, Pre-calculus... Joy... she thought sarcasstically. It's not that Yuki was bad at math, in fact it was quite easy for her, she just didn't like it. Something about math made her groan in dread, even though it wasn't that hard. Bottom line is, she would much rather work with words rather than numbers. B, so that means it's on the second floor, but I'm not sure where exactly-

"5-B, eh?" said a voice next to her shoulder, which made her jump. "Might wanna watch out for that teacher, she's a real stick." Yuki quickly turned around and backed away from the person reading over her shoulder. It was the same boy with sandy brown hair who sat next to her. "I could show you where it is if you like, it's not my next class, but it's on the same floor so it wouldn't be too much of a hassle."

"Oh, um, sure, thank you," she replied simply out of kindness. Jeeze, he's still hitting on me... While he was charming, and probably the guy who could get any girl he wanted, Yuki wasn't the slightest bit attracted to him. She knew he only wanted her for her looks, so why should she even waste her time.

"Good," the boy said with a smile, "then let's go."

As soon as the bell rang, Yakumo got up and walked out of the classroom, without bothering to lisen to Mr. Takamori's last words. He stuffed his hands in his pocket, heading to his next class... 4-B which was Trigonometry. Okay, math really wasnt that bad. Yakumo walked into class, but was stopped by the teacher.
"Yakumo-kun... I dont allow music in my class." she said tapping her feet silently.
"Ah... sorry Kimura-sensei. Takamori-sensei is just too boring." he said pulling off his earphones. She raised an eyebrow, which meant this was his first warning. Without another word, Yakumo took a seat, again at the back.

"Alright class, start solving the problems on the board. We'll start with a small warm-up review." the teacher said. Yakumo looked at the problems, doing everything in his hea.
"And that means you should be writing..." Kimura-sensei pointed out, giving Yakumo the look. With a small sigh, he started to write the problems on a paper, the answers all written out. He tapped his pen on the desk before putting it down, and resting his head, waiting for the others to finish.

"Are you prepared for a great deal of inconveniences and misunderstandings, Masamura-san? It is more than likely the others will think we are in a relationship that surpasses 'just Council Members'."

How true her words were before she left as he could already fill the stares from everyone inside the room. They also appeared to be craving to ask him about the truth between him and Ogawa. He did want some entertainment but it did not imply he would be included in it. Standing from his chair in a regal and swift manner, he gathered his things and left the room without much a word. The females that swooned over him always had now another expression upon their faces. It was grief. They had probably thought that he and Ogawa were definitely an item. On the other hand, the males had either a defeated or envious look upon them. The mere idea of being a couple was something not in his to-do-list if he ever has one.

Walking along the hallways had never been such a hustle, everyone was watching his every movements and seemingly hoping for a chance to ask him about the spreading rumor. He only hoped they simply move on with their boring existences and leave him be. Instead of infuriating himself of such a spectacle, he focused on arriving to his next class which would be SS Class 5-A Physics. The room was located on another building where a conglomerate of specially crafted rooms for each subject were made. It was another form of brandishing the luxury of this school. To him, it was bothersome. He had to walk that much long to his next class.

After a few minutes, he had arrived at his class. It would appear he was a little early. He did not care much about that. Classes for him were all mundane despite everyone saying how difficult subjects could be. Taking his respectful seat with his refined elegance, he could feel yet another wave of gazes towards his way. How he wanted to pluck out their eyes out and beat them to a bloody pulp. However, it would only cause him problems that would be too tiring to deal with. Thus, he simply took out his Ipod and placed its earphones over his ears. Soon enough, he could not hear the worthless babbles of his classmates and drown himself with the song being played.

He closed his eyes and placed his chin upon his right hand. At the moment, he was much of a picturesque model for a painting of beauty. His long black lashes touched his porcelain skin and those delicate fingers position in gentle manner. It is truly unbelievable that he could be even more beautiful than a woman if given a chance. Nevertheless, Keiichi did not care for such superficial things. There was still time before the classes start and he could use this time to alleviate his boredom just a little bit. After all when lunch comes, it was like a cold war. Moreover when it is done, he has to play the role of a Student Council President.

"How trivial." He muttered softly to himself.

May jumped at the sudden amount of students passing in the hall way, she was to tired to really move around much Well I was late to school, won't hurt if I skip out today. I am sure Miss MiMi won't mind.
Miss MiMi was the school nurse and also one of the people that know the real May, she had often let May sleep in her office and wake just before a class.
In this case May was so tired she was ready to skip them all...well...all except Choir later. She slowly made her way down the hall with what seemed to be a endless amount of students...and there rumors, she had caught hold of one as she passed by three girls...something about Keiichi having a girl friend? This really didn't bug her, it was just the fact that the name was spoken...she wasn't a fan of Keiichi. Not because of jealousy or anything like that, her parents would just often compare her to the Masamura family...her father always wanted a son but was given a girl.
When she got the chance she would often watch Keiichi, waiting for some imperfection to show up...so she could point it out to her father and maybe he would stop comparing her to him.

She finally arrived to the nurses office " Mimi, I got a headache...do you mind if I sleep in here all...day?" Mimi wasn't her real name, it was Mizaki but the nickname caught on.
Miss Mizaki let out a long sigh, it was obvious she was tired to " Your skipping the rest of your classes? That isn't a wise thing to do darling, but alright...JUST for one day. You as well have to deliver some Advil to...the teacher in room 5-A"

May grinned taking the Advil from the top of the nurses desk " Don't even know the name huh? Quit the nurse you are Mimi" She chuckled as she walked out of the office and went over to the room she had asked May to go.

As she walked in she notice the teacher wasn't there, she sighed and just took out some note book paper and wrote a note for him, placing the Advil on his desk, she froze in place as she spotted Keiichi Let's see how smart you are... She smiled elegantly as she walk over and slammed a piece of paper on his desk " What is the square root of pie, how do you spell supercalafragalisticexpialadoshus, and if a rooster lays a egg on tip top of a roof, and all sides were even...which side will it roll off of?" she said it all with a soft innocent smile, but when she spoke it had a slight Interrogation tone to it.

Earthquake? He was not certain what it could be at first. Removing the hand that supported his chin, he intended to find the source of the disturbance. However the moment he opened his eyes, he knew that trouble seemed to follow him this day. Keiichi wondered what kind of mischievous god did he displease to be bothered by yet again another female. This time the girl before him was someone he was unfamiliar with. Removing his earphones, he gazed at the girl as he had read her lips earlier without even hearing her voice. Moreover, it was obvious the girl seemed to have a resentment towards him which he really did not care for. There was no need for a genius to tell from the way she looked at him. Well, he does have a status to uphold in school.

"The answer to your questions are 1.7725 simplified if not 1.7724538509055160272981674833411, S-u-p-e-r-c-a-l-a-f-r-a-g-a-l-i-s-t-i-c-e-x-p-i-a-l-a-d-o-s-h-u-s, Neither side. Roosters don't lay eggs, respectively."

His deep purple eyes gazed at her with much mystery, never revealing its depth. Keiichi's answer rolled from his mouth like it was the smoothest of silk. The few people that were already inside the room watched them. Adding to that, they were stunned by the effortless answer that he presented. He was truly an epitome of perfection and no wonder almost everyone in the school body admires him whether it to be in a kind or dejected way. However, he knew that there would be another rumor to be spread soon enough.

"I partake that you needed answers to your questions immediately. If there is anything else that you need help with Miss, do feel free to ask me."

The detached politeness that echoed in his voice remained unnoticed as he look at the piece of paper slammed onto his desk earlier. He did want something to ease the monotonous life he has. Still, he would never go as far to meddle with troublesome affairs like these. He could already fell the curious looks from the audience they have. Moreover in his calculations, classes will be starting in a few seconds. He was certain that this girl was not part of his class.

"I would suggest for you to take your leave now, Miss. Hoshino-sensei does not take kindly to students that are not in her class. If you have any inquires, you are free to ask me later during lunch. Until then."

Keiichi said with a polite and dismissive smile as he proceeded to keep his Ipod. Even in this menial task, he never failed to look so refined and elegant. Soon enough, the bell rang signifying the start of the class and the entrance of Hoshino-sensei to the room.

May wasn't exactly stunned but was more disappointed that he got the answers right, it was true he was smart...but she wasn't going to give up that easily.
People don't have perfect personalities, we can only hide the mistakes. She smiled and nodded " Ah Well, thank you for your help then." She bowed before taking her leave.

She sighed as she walk down the empty halls, classes had started...giving her some air and room to move around. Once she arrived at the nurses office she plop onto one of the beds " I did it Mimi...I am going to attempt to sleep now, if it's even possible." She groaned as she rolled onto her side, she hummed a small tune before finally falling asleep.
She would often twitch in her sleep.

Miss Mimi was sorting some files.

How transparent it was to Yuki that this boy was after her for her looks. The fluid way he moved, never taking his eyes off of her as he showed her to the stairs, then up them and towards the classroom was all in a flattering way, inconspicuously hiding his true intentions. This boy knew nothing about her, aside from her name, which he unintentially acquired from the teacher. Once they reached the door, he made his move.

"So, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to, I don't know, go out sometime? I'd really like to get to know you better." Ah, finally the evident truth had shown itself. How comical it was that Yuki's predicament was correct.

Yuki's polite and gentle nature persuaded her from stating her true, blunt, answer to his question. Inside, she was screaming, No! Absolutely not! You don't even know me!, but in reality, she gave a coy, gentle smile, then said quietly and hesitantly, "Well, um, I'm mean, I'll have to think-"

"I understand; you're pressed for time. You should get to class before your teacher rips your head off for being late. I'll give you time to think about it. Come talk to me soon, perhaps at lunch, maybe you'll have an answer then." He gave a polite, genuine smile, then then walked down the hall to his next class.

Yuki let out a small exasperated sigh, then headed through the grand door of her next class. Immediately, she knew the teacher was going to be trouble. She was a taller women, who wore a red straight pencil skirt and a red blazer over a convoluted white button up shirt. Not only was the strict business-like outfit she wore red, but so were her pumps and tightly tied back hair. The only contrasting colors seemed to be from her bright green eyes hidden behind small gold framed glasses, and a gold broach of a cursive K, much like the ones embroidered on the left breast of the school uniforms.

Slowly Yuki made her way to the front of the class so she could have her schedule signed off. When she aproached the teacher, who had her stern face buried an a rather uninteresting looking book, she was greeted by, "Class is about to start. Please take you seat."

When Yuki hestitated to comply to her demands, she looked up with an irratated expression about to ask again, but suddenly stopped realizing she had been mistaken. "Oi? A new student?" Before Yuki could even hand her the piece of paper, the teacher snatched it out of her hand and scribbled her signature down.

"My name," she spoke as she wrote, "is Akagawa-sensei." She emphasized the sensei as if she did not want to be called anything else but that, like she found it unethical. Yuki couldn't help but to chuckle a little inside. Akagawa, eh? How fitting. (for those of you who don't know, aka means red.)

"Yuki Miyazashi," she read off the paper, "you can have a seat right there," she said handing her back the piece of paper, all while pointing to an empty chair towards the front of the class. Yuki nodded politely and elegantly walked towards the empty desk, once again feeling all eyes of the class gazing at her.

Quietly she sat down, feeling a sense of dread. She loathed all mathematicis, and here she was with an awful teacher and a desk in the front, where she would have to actually listen and take notes, and where everyone could look at her.