The beginning of a new school year, students are eager to see their lovers and their friends once again. However, for some students it's just a new year of chaos.
Aika awoke in her bed, awoken by the heat of the sun hitting her cheeks. Pulling the sheets off her she sat up to think for a moment as she collected herself That's right...today is a new school year, what joy. Aika didn't enjoy school, at least not this school...it was more of a cage her parents threw her in. However, she couldn't just stay home...it would only cause trouble. Getting up from her bed she got dressed into her school uniform, that was one thing she didn't mind...the uniforms. " Hopefully all will go well." she did her every day morning preparation, get dress...brush her hair...ect...
She walked down stairs from her home, it was quite big and a little to spacey for one person. It was true her parents lived in the house as well, but they were normally away due to their job.

Walking on the sidewalk towards her school she was greeted by a couple of students as she walked down the main street that led to the school. Her house was close by, walking distance. The main street would often be filled with students on school days, they were on their way to the 'cage'. The iron gates of the school opened to let the students enter, once she got on campus she could already feel eyes staring..it wasn't strange in this school. Many people often got starred at, either for being odd or attractive.

Continuing down the halls of the school she entered her class, amazingly the first one there...other then the teacher. Giving a small nod she took her seat by the window and gazed out..lost in her thoughts.

What could this year bring...

"Emiko... Emiko, wake up!"

"No!" Emiko said, giggling a little and putting her covers over her head. "Please don't make me go to a new school.."

Emiko's mom chuckled a little bit. "But you have to, dear.." She said. "You're going to be late, c'mon." And with that, she patted Emiko on the back and headed out. Emiko groaned. She didn't want to go to a new school, but oh well.. As she rolled over, she saw a picture of her father hugging her. With a soft smile, she put the picture down so she wouldn't see it, and jumped out of bed.

It didn't take her long to get ready. In about fifteen minutes, Emiko was already showered, dressed, and pulling her hair into two twintails. Since it was in the summer, her hair was light brown today. She sighed at her reflection in the mirror and started to walk downstairs. She didn't want to be late, so she just buttered a piece of toast, grabbed all two of her bags, (one for soccer practice and the other for school,) slung them over her shoulder and walked out. "Bye!" Emiko said, as she closed the door. She pulled out a piece of paper. It was everything she needed to know about her classes and everything. She sighed. "Horrible school year, here I come.."

In about ten minutes she was at school, and she was already getting stares from people. She didn't know what they were about, so she just didn't pay them any attention and walked faster. Emiko's brown eyes looked on the numbers of the doors. Finally she found her classroom. There was one other girl in there, and a teacher. She smiled shyly. "G-Good morning..." She said, quietly, taking a seat in the back. She put her head on her desk. This was probably going to be the worst school year ever.

Momo sighed as her alarm clock rang, she had been up for an hour and a half, just waiting for it. She was excited for school, but also nervous. She got dressed, made her hair perfect, fixed her make-up, and went downstairs to find, her maid, Chouko. "Your father left for work already, food is on the table." Chouko said. but Momo was to excited to be hungry, she grabbed her bag, her keys, and her cell phone. Then she hopped in her car, and drove to school.

She got to school and was a little lost, she had to ask a teacher for directions, people might have been staring at her, but since she was new, she didn't seem to care, finally, she found the classroom and walked in. She smiled widely, and said "Good Morning!" took a seat next to a girl in the back of the classroom. Even though sounding like this might have made her sound stupid, she thought it was a good first impression at least.

Zath woke up again from another sleepless night, his alarm clock rang, he just about mutilated it. He got up, trying to think if there was anything fun today... oh yeah, school. he got dressed in proper uniform (not), and started down his appartment's steps, "Be By late tonight, Marty," he said to his gruffy old boss, as he slung his backpack over his shoulder. He didn't remember if he enjoyed school, but his little black book said he did, he hopped into his Firebird, and started the engine (it took two tries) and then he ssped off for the Acedemy.

Akito pulled the covers over his face, as his alarm clock rang. "AKITO! GET UP, IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!" someone yelled from downstairs. The teen groaned, before sitting up on his bed, and looking at his watch. He sighed tiredly, as he grabbed a towel and dragged himself into the bathroom. After taking a quick morning shower, and putting on his uniform, Akito walked out of his room.

He swung his bag over one shoulder, putting on his headphones. Unfortunately, someone who he really didnt like, was waiting for him downstairs. "Breakfast is ready." his step-mother said, as Akito made his way downstairs. She placed a hand on her hips as the boy ignored her. "Dont act like you cant hear me. I'm trying to be nice." she nagged.

Without even look at her, he walked out of the house, heading towards the school. "So annoying." he muttered to himself, shoving his hands in his pocket. Trying to be nice? Instead of making him breakfast, why not just leave the house? Now that would be something he'll appreciate. Akito pulled his headphones down as he got to the school. He gave a few friendly waves to the people he knew and walked into class. As usual, Akito took a seat at the back of the class, peering out the window with a bored expression.

"Young Miss, it's time to get ready for school." A maid entered the bedroom to find Kyoko finished dressing, she smiled at this "You're up early today." Kyoko turned to her, "Good morning, Nozomi." Kyoko rubbed her eyes tiredly; she hadn't gotten up early but pulled an all-nighter on one of her costumes. She just stood up all night with an hour of sleep; it wasn't good for her body but she didn't care, she was just happy she finished it.

Ready to leave, Kyoko headed down the stairs to the door. "*Arf*" A black and brown dog waited at the bottom of the steps, Kyoko smiled "Good morning, Fu-chan." She nuzzled his nose affectionately, gaining a satisfactory howl from him. Fuwa followed Kyoko to the door, Nozomi handed Kyoko her bag "You're parents won't be making it home tonight, you're mother has a recording party to attend and you're father is low on staff. They send their deepest apologizes." Kyoko narrowed her eyes to the family portrait on the wall, "Big surprise...I'm off." She kissed Fuwa goodbye and left the house.

Too tired to walk, Kyoko decided to get driven to school today. She looked out the dark tinted windows at a couple and their child, happily walking down the street. She scoffed "It’s so cliché, it hurts..." She said bitterly turning from the window; holding such bitterness towards happy families was just a side effect to not having a proper childhood. "M'lady, we arrived." Kyoko hadn't even realized they had stopped, so lost in thought she stepped out the car and rushed into the school building. Kyoko peered into her classroom, there weren't that many people there yet so she was early; she took her seat next to the window and sat patiently waiting for the class to start.

Aika was interrupted within her thoughts when she heard a girl's voice, it was at this time students began entering the class room. "G-Good morning..."
She looked back behind her, in the back was a girl...maybe one row behind her. Smiling lightly she gave the girl a soft gaze before greeting her right back " Good morning, I don't believe I have seen you around this school...are you a transfer student?"
She seems...shy, the shy ones are always cute to pick on. she held back a chuckle as she awaited for the girl's reply. It seemed some other students were gazing at the new girl as well, mainly the guys...this wasn't a surprise. Turning her head to look at them they instantly looked away, she shook her head and pulled her attention back to the girl. " I apologize if I am wrong about you being new, it could be that this school is just to big." She laugh softly trying to ease the seemingly nervous girl.

Aika enjoyed these girls, they weren't a hassle and they always seemed to cheer her up. It was nice considering some of the girls at the school were rather...rude and spoiled. It wasn't a surprise there would be girls like that though, especially if they were wealthy...it only lead them to act like brats. However, Aika simply smiled and dealt with them. " Oh, how rude of me. My name is Aika, Aika Takashi. May I ask for you name?" She spoke with a soft polite tone.

Emiko looked up as another girl started a conversation with her. She blushed a little. "Oh, I'm new... This is my first year." she said, giving the girl a friendly smile. "But I'm not a transfer student. I just got a scholarship." Her voice faded, she wasn't good with making friends, even though she was so friendly and nice, it was still kind of hard since she was so shy and nervous all the time. But after a little while she started to calm down. It wasn't like she didn't notice how many people were staring at her, but when the girl gave the other's a look, they looked away. Emiko breathed a sigh of relief and whispered a quiet "thank you" to the girl.

The girl then introduced herself as Aika. Emiko smiled. "I'm Emiko Ito, nice to meet you, Aiko."

Tsujio had been up for a while now. He sat down in his room, silent and quiet. His alarm rang. He sighed, opening his eyes and leaving his meditation pose. He slowly walked to the the alarm and pressed the button gently. Tsujio looked out the window at the streets and kids walking to school.

"A new school year...." he thought to himself.

His parents were already gone; where? He had no idea. He didn't care. Tsujio walked to the bathroom and quickly washed up. He put on his new school uniform and made sure he was presentable. In a few minutes, Tsujio was walking downstairs into the large kitchen. He laid his bag on the table, in obviously no rush. His eyes looked around the walls of the house. Pictures of japans warriors and family heirlooms decorated the walls. He chuckled.

"Bull shit....my parents couldn't care less about that stuff...." He said to himself

He sighed again. Taking a quick glass of milk, he washed his hands and left his home, locking his door on the way out. He had his simple bag in one hand and slung on his shoulder, his equipment for martial arts. This was the only thing he looked forward to this day. He was eager for the day to end, so he could practise what he truly loved.

Lost in his thoughts, Tsujio nearly bumped into a group of students. He bowed his head in apology and walked away silently.

"Great first impression...." he thought. Soon he made it to the school. The large gates were opened and his stepped into the boundaries, taking a deep breath.

"Well....here we go..."

Once Zath had gotten to school, he had been a tad early, so he wnt to his first period class and sat in the back, (seemed to be a good conversation brewing) "Mind If i join in? Hi, names Zath, and you ladies are?" he motioned for their names. he listened intentely as the ladies started talking to him, this was going to be a fun year. Once class started, he promptly ignored the teacher and continues to talk to the girls.

Momo giggled a little, then said "Hi Zath, My names Momo." She smiled and brushed her blonde hair out of her face. She was happy she was talking to someone, and also ignored the teacher when class started.

Taisuke spat on the ground outside the fancy bus station. The middle school girls behind him all grimaced at the gesture. Finally he became annoyed and pulled out his pink cell phone taking on a second to dial.
"Hello? Yeah, I need a ride to school, alright?... Look, I really don't care. This bus is taking forever and I don't feel like waiting....What do you think?! That bastard pissed me off again. She's pregnant! He got her frikkin pregnant. I don't care if they're married, he lives to suck the life out of me..." Taisuke was becoming irritated with the whimsical voice on the other side of the phone line. "Yeah, yeah, yeah where do you want me? Ok. I'll be there." Taisuke closed his phone, tucked his hands in his pockets and blew a bubble made from gum and stomped farther down the street. After a few minutes a red convertible parked in front of him. "Bout time" He said jumping into the passenger seat.

"Shut up." The beautiful older woman said sternly without looking him in the eyes. Taisuke leaned over to kiss her on the neck. With one swift movement she pushed him off of her.

"Whats wrong, baby" He said with a mischievous grin.

She turned her nose up. "Have some class, we're in public." She shifted the gear and pulled off. She dropped him off a couple of blocks from the school. In no rush Taisuke took his time. He wasn't a big fan of "school". He liked Kasumara Academy even less. It was full of a bunch of rich preps who carried themselves like they were gifts from God or something. It annoyed him. The only reason he decided to go today was to see if there was still going to be an anime club this year. He walked through the front door of the school and headed to his first class. Upon arriving there he headed to the back of the classroom where he usually sat, but some new spikey headed kid was sitting there. Taisuke was already upset. This morning he found out that his old man and his old man's little toy were having another kid. Taisuke stood over the spikey headed kid and spoke very solemnly. "Move. Thats my seat."

"hey, i can see you hate spanish verbs too," seeing that spanish was their first class, he had acually acted like he wasn't listning, but under the table, he was acually writing down notes from what was happenning in the class, because, if it wasn't for his multitasking he wouldn't be in that school, "Hey, I got nothing to do at lunch, wanna go for a ride?" he asked later, knowing it was a longshot, but he think he saved up enough money. The class had ended and he was moving with Momo to 2nd period, Mr. D. Alg 2 teacher, he didn't know why a mexican person was teaching math, untill they got there and found out he was Asian (crap). When groups were chosen, it was him, another girl, and Momo, no suprise. Zath was looking out side the room, and there was a guy who seemed lost, he felt sorry for the guy, he decided not to do anything though.

Standing before the amassing crowd of students, Tsujio sighed. This was going to be very...very...long year. He started to walk through the crowd, trying to get to the doors. Just by looking at students, Tsujio could tell who would be who...he could tell who would be bosses and who would be the losers. On the left, a group of boys who's uniforms were put on completely wrong...another group of guys and girls waving around there comic books and game cards...and a few girls with lots of makeup and curvy bodies.

"What a year this is going to be..."

Tsujio noticed a boy who was holding a bokken. He looked like a fighter. Tsujio smiled and took notice of the boy, hoping to spar with him some day.

Finally, he made it to the opened doors of the school. The bell had rung and students were making their way into the halls. Tsujio quickly walked to his locker on the second floor. The hall was crowded by noises and rushing students who didn't want to get late. After getting his first period books, he walked to his class. On the way, Tsujio saw three older boys already picking on a small boy.

"Damn...the year just started..." he said as he walked towards the first boy. He had to do something. The poor kid would be terrorized for life if he was beat on his first day of school. Jogging threw the rushing students; he nearly pushed the kid, yelling. But he was interrupted.

"Hey! Lea-"

Tsujio was interrupted by the bell that signalled the start of class. The three boys quickly left the little boy in the corner. Tsujio would have helped him, but he didn't want to be late. Picking up his feet, he dashed to the door.
As he stepped in, the teacher looked at the late Tsujio. Bowing, Tsujio said

"I apologize...."
He walked to an empty seat and sat down.

Momo answered Zath "Yeah same, a ride sounds fun, i would love to." she smiled, she was glad she was making friends, she walked with him to her next class, she was glad they had the same class since she would probably be lost pretty fast. Her Zath and another girl were in a group together for Alg 2, at least she knew someone. Mr. 'D.' start to explain something about math or whatever, and Momo tried hard to pay attention, she had a wondering mind and would probably start to day dream. She wondered where Zath would take her during lunch, she didn't know her way around, well, anywhere since she just moved here.

The sound of the clock ticking seemed to envelope the room as Yuki lay there in the dark of the Boy’s Dorm. Tik, Tok, Tik, Tok. But he wasn’t overwhelmed by the oppressing silence that hung over him because he was listening to a symphony in his mind. The violins soared, the basses charged, the cellos and the violas seemed to dance with one another; all the parts coming together to create a perfect sound. Yuki’s fingers acted out the motions to the cello solo his eyes flickering beneath his closed eyelid, eyelashes fluttering open upon the completion.

“The first day.” He whispered. Yuki’s room was practically bare considering he didn’t have many worldly possessions, but at least he had a sleeping mat. He rolled off his Japanese style bed and turned off the alarm, it wouldn’t have gone off for another hour anyway. The sixteen year-old got dressed methodically, he was secretly a stickler for this sort of thing. Shirt tucked in with a carefully folded collar, pants a little too long but carefully hemmed to prevent dragging, and the jacket… Yuki had tailored his jacket to fit him perfectly and rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. He had already made himself shorts, a vest, and a couple different styles of bows.

“Presenting~ Principle Cellist, Ozaki Yuki!” he exclaimed in front of the mirror bowing, playing out the scene in his head. He turned and looked at the clock again. Two hours until class starts. He grabbed a cute white bunny backpack, one he had designed and made himself, and threw it over his shoulder. Yuki carefully picked up his cello case and music books. He’d been recruited to the school in part for his prodigy cello playing, and he looked forward to having his first practice with the Orchestra today. He raced out the door and down the steps to get to the school grounds a short distance from the dorms.

“Good morning teacher~!” he huffed as he ran up to the gate, a sleepy teacher was just opening it.

“G-good morning! What are you doing here so early?” the teacher was surprised to see a student getting here so early. The short boy, though out of breath seemed full of spirit.

“I wanted to practice my cello before school. Some of the people that I live with are still sleeping… so I don’t want to wake them up. So I’ll just use one of the practice rooms here.” Yuki said in a thoughtful voice, his voice rose and fell with his emotions, much like a concerto. “Well, see ya!” Yuki finally said after an awkward pause and raced into the school.

“Music… room… music room…” he chanted softly as he walked along the hallways, footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. It took Yuki, thirty minutes to find his way there but he was very impressed with the quality of the practice rooms and got to work right away. He was a little bothered that when he looked up from time to time that there would be some unknown student peering in the little window in the door. These stupid simpletons, he thought as he bowed through an extremely technical line, Of course they would be drawn to my genius! As he looked up again at another student, he gave them a bright smile and continued.

After the time when classes started a gentle knock was heard on the door and he set down his bow as a lady walked in. “You must be Ozaki?” she asked, when he nodded she continued, “Ah! Class started ten minutes ago! Do you know where your class is?” He hurriedly set down his cello and riffled through his bunny bag to pull it out. After getting directions he quickly packed his things and raced to his classroom, bursting through the door with a loud bang.

“Ozaki, Yuki present!” he shouted as he skidded to a stop almost slamming into the teacher. The teacher dropped his chalk in surprise and Yuki grinned. His face did redden though when he heard a few giggles. Yuki had forgotten to take the clip out of his hair that he used to hold his bangs back when he practiced. When he realized this his light blush deepened when he realized and he quickly pulled it out, waiting for the teacher to tell him where to sit since he had been late.

Kyoko tried her best to pay attention to the lesson being taught, but every time she tried to she became tired. Her eyelids were heavy from staying up all night finishing her costume; she hoped it was worth it. Not being able to concentrate on the lesson, Kyoko turned her attention to outside the window; there were people walking around the busy streets and it seemed no one stopped to enjoy the day. She sighed, she was stuck inside the school building when she much rather be with her other cosplay friends; she would go after school but that was so far from now.

"Maybe I should find something to do after school, for when the cafe is closed..." Kyoko thought to herself; days when the shop would be closed she would be stuck at home by herself with Fuwa or practicing piano. Her parents always being away and if they do come home it's not for her but for something business related; she shook her head, just thinking about it made her feel angry and a little lonely.

Kohana walked into the classroom, knowing that she was late, but didn't care. The teacher had said something to her that she just ignored, assuming that it was something like "Kaneko-san your almost 2 hours late!" She just waved him off, sat at her desked, then looked up at the board to see what class it was now.

'I hate Saturday classes. All it is, is study hall, mainly. At least I'm catching the tail end of Kokugo.' She took out her schedual book and looked to see what her next class was. 'Looks like...math is next, ugg, I hate that class. But at least lunch is right after that.'

She looked around the classroom to see what was going on. 'Kanji practice in our books, eh, alright easy enough, I think I only had about a page left of that homework left. Looks like most are only about half way through, they must have started today.' She pulled out her Kanji book and finished the page and half she had left. Afterwords she grabbed a fun reading book out of her bag, and read that for the rest of the class period.

Briiiiiiiiing
Zath turned to Momo, he was tired of school and those last two hours past to quickly,"You ready for lunch?" he asked, "I know this quaint little place," Zath Hoped Momo likes suprizes, he walked outside and straight to his Firebird, Momo was already out there, she was quick Zath thought, and he opened the door for her. It wasn't his style, but he wanted to be nice, he may need it later. As he drove, he turned to Momo, "What kind of food do you like?" He hoped anything was fine, as he drove into a little Cafe, As they sat, Zath Pulled out his Notebook and started writing, No Memories of a Cafe, Met someone, dosent know me directly, Many Ask later about it later, having fun, Zath knew What the doctors had said before they released him, he must keep a notebook of all of his encounters, hoping that one day, he would gain his memory back, and find his life, if he had one. Momo started to speak, looking t the notebook, but Zath spoke first, knowing what she was going to ask, "you probally noticed that I carry a notebook around everywhere I go, It is a sort of therepy, you see, I have to write all of my memories down that I have, so that they might trigger older ones," Momo Was confused, but looked like she was trying to comprehend, "You see, I Have no past, or amnesea as most people would call it, I can't remember anything past wakeing up in a hospital bed about three months ago, So I have to write everything down so I don't lose...Myself."
Zath didn't know If the Girl was touched or thought that he was a liar. Personally, he wouldn't have belived his story eather if he haden't just lived it those three, harsh, months, "So, besides Sports, all I do is search for my lost memories, I have had no real breakthroughs," he seemed disgusted with his own topic, and he tried moveing on, "I see you have Some forms there," and he pointed to some forms she was holding,"Cheerleading? It Dosent happen to be for our school's football team, does it?" He then Handed Her his Roster For the football team, with his name highlited, as "quarterback". He didn't know Why he was trying so hard to impress someone he just met, but he hoped it was working, he hated being left alone to his own devices.

In the same class as Emiko and Aika

Tsujio looked at the class. Nobody seemed to have noticed he had just arrived even if the class had started. This seemed like extreme boredom. Looking at the teacher on more time, he nodded and silently walked to a seat in the back of the class. He usually sat in back, away from the teacher where he could collect his thoughts and read a book. He kept his head forward as he walked through the row of students. Some looked up at him while others were too busy texting a friend or sleeping. Tsujio smiled...he had no cell phone

Tsujio quickly took an empty and put his books into his desk. Quickly taking out his books, pretending he was going to listen, he turned his head to look at his neighbours. On one side, there was a boy who seemed to be listening and on the other side there were two girls talking. One seemed to be leading the conversation. He had seen this girl before, probably in past years, Aika...he though. That was her name.

The other girl he had never seen before. Probably a new girl. She seemed shy, but looked like a very nice person. Tsujio smiled to himself and took out a book to read. The girls had probably noticed him sit down and maybe Aikia would remember him.

He shrugged and started reading his book. As he read, Tsujio lost interest into the class. His book was about the life of Miyamoto Musashi, a famous samurai for whom he had great respect for developing the "Twin Heaven" technique. This technique consisted of using two katanas at a time instead of one. Tsujio could only dream of becoming that good. Unfortunately, he leaved in a family that couldn't care less about the past and their own history. He sighed.

"Yeah, sounds good." Momo walked out side and waited for Zath, she smiled when he opened the door for her, "What kind of food do you like?" he asked, "Oh, anythings fine." Momo looked around the cafe, it was cute, nice and small, but it looked like it was averagely busy. Momo watched as Zath started writing something in a little black book, she was about to ask what he was writing when he said, "you probally noticed that I carry a notebook around everywhere I go, It is a sort of therepy, you see, I have to write all of my memories down that I have, so that they might trigger older ones," Momo, slightly confused, waited for the rest of the story, "You see, I Have no past, or amnesea as most people would call it, I can't remember anything past wakeing up in a hospital bed about three months ago, So I have to write everything down so I don't lose...Myself." Momo nodded, her grandmother had alzheimer's, and she doesn't know who Momo even is. She thought about how difficult it would be, to not be able to remember things. "So, besides Sports, all I do is search for my lost memories, I have had no real breakthroughs," he said. He changed the subject quickly, she guessed he was embaressed talking about it, "I see you have Some forms there, Cheerleading? It Dosent happen to be for our school's football team, does it?" "Yeah, i actully don't know, but probably." Momo looked at a paper he gave to her, it was a Roster for the football team. "Oh cool! Your the quarterback, haha, so i guess i will see you at games and stuff." she smiled. "oh, and i like sports, but i'm not very good at any, but i like to be involved, so i joined cheerleading." Momo was happy she made a friend who she would get to see a lot. 'Maybe this town isn't so bad.' she thought.

"Hey awesome," Zath said, "I can't wait to see you cheering!" Zath Was happy he didn't come off too strong, he didn't know if it was by chance, or if they had met before the three months, but he really liked to be around someone who seemed to understand him, Just as he said that, the waiter noticed somene was sitting where it was previously empty, "May I start you off what somthing?" he asked, all too bored with his job, "I know something you should try," Zath said to Momo, "Two strawberry salads, plain, and thanks," Momo looked over at his menu, since he was the only one who had found that certan dish, "what?" he said, "I just had a feeling you might like it." he turned and smiled, something he hadn't done in a long time, he then turned to Momo, leaned back in his chair, and and replied. "I"ve heard enough about myself," he said laughing "It proballt bored you to tears, so tell me about you, who are you, and what do you like to do, and, are you enjoying this conversation?" he said looking into her eyes.

"Yeah that will be cool, going to football games are fun to." The waiter came over and Zath ordered them both Strawberry salads, she had never had one but she thought it sounded good, she did love strawberries, she glanced over at his menu, "what?" he said, "I just had a feeling you might like it." she smiled, "Yeah it sounds good, i love strawberries, haha." Momo watched as he leaned back into his chair smiling, "I"ve heard enough about myself," he said laughing "It probably bored you to tears, so tell me about you, who are you, and what do you like to do, and, are you enjoying this conversation?" Momo laughed, "I'm not bored to tears, i like to listen, and i'm kind of strange i like a lot of random things, like horror movies and roller coasters, haha." she said. "And like most girls i like to hang out at the mall. And i don't like to be alone, even though i usually am." She blushed and had a small smile, as she waited for Zath to respond.

Zath looked over at Momo, "That's a good start to get off with a friendship, this is a friendship, right?" Zath joked, the salads hadn't come, and yet, he didn't know if he wanted them to ever come, he was having such a good time, he didn't want it to end, this was the first time he had laughed in quite a while, it had felt really good. "is there anything else about you i should know? or, at least, write down in my book?" he motioned his little black book and put it back down, he had been writing down the whole conversation while they had been talking, he had looked her in the eyes the entire time, and yet he already knew what to write, and he had alrady filled up two pages, it was a record for one day, and they were still going, he had started to write down his personal thoughts along with what they were saying, and a discription of who Momo was, he didn't want to forget her. so he was not only giving her a chance to talk, but a chance to make a full evaluation of who his new, only, and best, friend was...

Kohana looked at the boy who sat next to her and smiled at him. "Into history stories, eh. How is it?"