M'Kay, this will probably never be shown to the real universe, but hell. I can't pass up writing this. WARNING! This is totally fanmade and is totally crackariffic. So...don't send mean messages going "That would never happen!" or "He/She wouldn't say that!" or even "This is totally stupid!" Okay? The reason why I called this "Flowers For a Ghost" is because the last chapter is called "Flowers For a Ghost" and the reason for that I am not telling because it's a secret! .

Enjoy~!

Chapter One

Good Intentions

"You disappear with all your good intentions"

Name: Eliot McGuire

Age: 15

Fighting Style: Xing Yi Quan

Current Mentor: Gen Fu

Grade Level: Freshman

I read over this small piece of paperwork that was called my "Enrollment Form" over a couple more times as the car passed by more trees and endless grassy scenery. Mom glances back again and again at me to see if I'm alright- I am - and dad just stares back blankly into the front of him. Today is my first day of going to Dead or Alive Academy. A year after it was created, extreme hype around the world has been going on about this school and how most parents just put their either gifted marital artist or juvenile delinquent into this school and let the teachers and Headmasters do the rest. Well, I used to be a normal teenager, living in a normal school. Who was practicing a simple martial art from a old grumpy man in China who had me move all the way over there just to train with him. And when we finally moved back to Britain when he said that he was retiring, he send us a letter two days letter saying he has enrolled me into this school for further training. You can imagine how freaked my parents were. But after seeing that he was a teacher there and got special permission for me to enter and payed for my learning, and seeing the great opportunities the school gives, they quickly gave in and once again ship my stuff on a plane and drive me all the way to the wide fields of Kansas to take me there.

Well, look where I am now.

"Eliot,"

Mom's voice rings in my head, she thinks that I'm pissed at her for doing this to me, taking me away from all my friends, stripping me of my comfort zone, and taking me into another country and another world entirely. But am I really? No, but I tend to keep to myself, just let her do her own little rituals and whatnot.

"Eliot."

"Yeah?" I answered, knowing exactly what she was going to say.

I'm sorry about all this, sweetie.

"I'm sorry about all this, sweetie."

The brochure here says that we can visit you on holidays and on breaks, so will make sure to do that.

"The brochure here says that we can visit you on holidays and on breaks, so will make sure to do that."

We are doing what's best for you.

"We are doing what's best for you."

I swear I am like a psychic.

"So do you think that you will be able to have a good time at this school, Eliot?"

I thought about it, this is a different country, and people all around the world will be at this school, many chances to meet someone that gets me, or at least I like them. And it's not like this will be something super scary, this is a fighting school, half of the classes will be for martial arts, so it'll give me something more than boring regular school.

"Sure, it sounds okay."

Once we had finally got pass all the country crap, we finally reached a tall, Gothic building sticking out in the middle of nowhere. That was the Academy.

"Looks like we've arrived." my dad said, duh dad, duh.

"Well let's not be shy, Eliot, get your things out of the trunk."

I obeyed swiftly and got out of the car and slammed the door with a clunk. Swerving to the back of the blue sedan and popping up the trunk to grab my things. My parents both started walking towards the large bulking doors that began the pathway to the school, with me following them shortly behind.

"Oh Eliot, look who's here!"

I looked up from my dirty tennis shoes and saw what my parents were gawking about. In his celestial wardrobe and usual long braided white old hair, was my master, Gen Fu.

"Master!"

It did come to a surprise to me, knowing that he was retired and hated going on long trips to other places especially if they were in another country, seeing him here was something.

"It is good to see you again, my apprentice, I'm glad you all came here safely."

"How's Mei-Lin?" my mother asked, ever since I told her that she had been suffering a terrible sickness and had to go through surgery, she always has that question as one of her many questions that she asks my Master.

"She's been doing just fine, she's with her new babysitter right now and is very happy." he smiled, one out of very few he ever gives, too bad it was fake.

"Master, what brings you here?" I asked, cutting to the chase.

"I came here to see you off," he replied, "Since I came here to finish taking my things, I thought I might stop to see if you were here yet."

"Things?" I asked.

"Yes well, there was a big going-away ceremony this morning for me and the former Headmistress, Helena."

"Going-away ceremony?"

"You need to listen more, my apprentice, otherwise you'll never pass this school."

Pff, yeah well, that's what you always say. Listen more, or you'll never be a better martial artsit, or how about when you listen, you can hear your opponents fist cutting the air, or what about Listen, and you can hear the dinner bell and not starve to death from training. The last one is my favorite.

"Yes Master."

He gave another smile, this one was intimidating. And very creepy. "Well since I'm still here, I'll show you to the Headmistress' office, that's where you'll first start at.

He turned around and began walking to the large bulky doors, my parents and I both following. The doors showed us the Main Hall, which was quiet and empty, and very large and dark. The walls were cobblestone, and the floor was clear white tile with a big red rug leading you to four possible destinations, the left, the right, the front, and behind us. We took the front which led us down a thin hallway down to many doors, those of which were filled with desks, chairs, students, and teachers, and then there were some which weren't filled with anything. We kept going down the hallway until we turned left and went up spiraling stairs, after about three floors, we came to the Headmistress' door.

Master led us the way in by opening the door, the room was like the U.S's presidential office I've seen on the telly. Big, circular room with a desk in the middle with a large glass window in the back of it. But the Headmistress, with snow-white hair and silver-gray eyes, was not sitting calmly in her desk, instead, she was walking around, with two phones on her ears, chatting away. Not the fun way either.

"...Yes well, I understand that, but this school can't afford a new fighting area, we've just got a new simulated battle area and-well where do you think that money went to? Defiantly not the school's pocket! I'll talk to you in a sec...Yes this is Christie Kellen, yes, yes, yes....no, no no no no! No for the last bloody time no! I don't know if he's in-no I won't patch you through him he's not even in damnit! ...I'm so sorry, I'll ring you later, goodbye. ...Hello? No for the last bloody time we are not putting in a new area! Errgh! I'm going to choke you if you-"

"Christie?"

The stressed woman looked back at us, hanging up all the phones in the process. She seemed to knew Master, and eased up a bit. "I swear Fu, you and Helena made this look so much easier."

"Ah, but then there wouldn't be a reason to our retirement." Master replied, gesturing to me. "This is my apprentice I was talking about, Eliot."

She stared at me with her cold eyes, by the way she did, it was like I was a piece of rotten meat. I hope that wasn't what she meant. "Huh, you're kinda girly to be a boy, aren't you?"

Stab. Who says that to a person? Especially on a first impression? I kept a stern stare, thinking up a good comeback. Failure on that part.

"Aren't you too pretty to be saying such mean things?" I replied, I decided to go with a compliment complex since my mom would kick my butt if I dared to back sass the Headmistress.

"I like you kid," she laughed, it was piercing my skin like a knife. This lady was sure scary. "but flattery won't get you everywhere."

"Eliot, do you have the paperwork?" my mother asked, forwarding the conversation. I drop my luggage on the floor and search in my pocket for the "paperwork" and handed it to the Headmistress.

"God, paperwork," she muttered, setting it down on her desk and opening one of the drawers and grabbing out a pair of keys. "I'll take the boy to the boy's dorm, say goodbye to your parents. Fu, I'd like to talk to you after I drop off the kid, so wait here."

We all followed her instructions and my parents left after we all said our goodbyes and whatnot. Afterward the Headmistress and I walked down a long corridor to the left of her office and all the way down 2 flights of stairs to the boy's dorm.

"There are three rules to this school, one: Never harm a student outside the fighting areas and simulator, two: Never go against your superiors' word, and three: Never go against the school, easy enough, right kid?"

"R-right?" Three rules? Normally most school's have a planner filled with rules, then again, this is a fairly new one. So it must haven't gotten into a lot of trouble so far.

When we finally got to the boy's dorm, the Headmistress open one of the doors inside the dorm that lead to a two person bedroom.

"Your roommate is already at class with the rest of the kids, I suggest you pack and get to class, here is a list of everything you need to know about this school year. Don't kill yourself kid."

And as swiftly she came, swiftly she left. Christie, I think her name was, she is one ball buster. I guess that's why she's the new Headmaster.

I looked at the list she gave me, it looked like she wrote it herself, her quick, and rather sloppy handwriting written in ink was splatter all over the paper. I could barely read it.

Eliot McGuire,
I'll make this quick, because I hate doing this and the computer is down. The school day is like a typical one, it starts at 7 and ends at 4:30. On the back of this letter is a map and your classes on it. In the morning you spar with your fellow students in the Simulator room at 7-9. After that you train with your current class teacher from 9-11, then lunch. At 12, you have usual school, math, English, all that good crap. then at 4:30 school ends and you can go wherever you want. AS LONG as you stay on campus, there is a exception on Friday where you may leave to go on a field trip to the nearest town here, Fort Scott, it's a dumpshit, but it's something to do. You may also spar in the many areas whenever, and the Simulator room will be open until 7 p.m. You have a curfew of 10 p.m. On Saturday it's 1 p.m. and on Sunday it's 9. DON'T be caught for violating that. School is Mon-Fri as usual. If you have any questions, PLEASE ask someone else because I'll be FAR too busy. Okay?
Christie Kellen

God damn, this woman really is a ball buster. I threw my belongings on the clean and untainted bed to the left. Next to a large, clear window with blue matching curtains to the walls. I looked then back at the paper the Headmistress had given me and looked at my classes. It was 12:22, so I was just 22 minutes late to my first class, which was Freshman English.

I hurried out of the room as the door locked itself back up, I once again for the bloody third time looked at the list and saw the way down to my class. When I started to hear footsteps and talking.

"Hayate-san! Stop!"

I then was pushed to the ground by a human body, the body was that of a male, and it was large, probably by someone of an older age than me, when I opened my eyes, I found myself basically pinned by this man. Though it looked like the man probably didn't mean too, it looked like he had just fallen and brought me down with him. He had shoulder-length hair, that was a light brown color, and eyes to match it as well. He was wearing some very odd clothes, something I would see in a ninja movie, so I guess he was from Japanese descent. But he couldn't of been the voice I heard from before, that voice must have belonged to that of a female.

"Nii-san!"

The man finally seemed to regain consciousness and noticed the odd and rather uncomfortable situation he was with me. And trust me, it was rather uncomfortable for me too.

"Wh-what the-"

Suddenly he body was squished against mine, but it wasn't his fault, somebody was pressing their foot against his back, leaving him in extreme pain.

"You're gonna get so messed up, you little pussy!"

The person kicked him at the side, making him roll off of me and having him cry in pain. I finally looked at the person who was attacking him, it was what I thought was a African American, with a bizarre green goatee, bald head, and dark sunglasses, his stance was that of like a boxer, and his feet power was mighty strong.

"You're dead!" the black man went down for a punch to the Japanese guy's stomach, but something finally loosened me up and I blocked his hand. Boy, did the pressure hurt. Not only was his kicking was phenomenal, but his upper body strength was nothing you should mess with.

"H-hey!" I said, using my strength to push him back, giving me a chance to pull myself up. The man was shocked, staring at his hand and then gawking at me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? This is me and his fight, none of your buiss!"

I looked back at the other guy, he was still holding onto his side, but he still wanted to fight. Then again, he was in no condition to, I know he would probably hate me for this, but I was going to step in.

"Well, it is now." I replied, clearing my mind and getting into stance.

"Wha? Man, I'm gonna kick your ass! Zack Hammer style!" the man named Zack came charging towards me, levitating in the air and ready to kick my face, this was it, I had to concentrate. I focus my energy, blocking his foot and swerving it behind me, Zack then bounced back and got ready for a punch. I blocked that one too, even if it was a little sloppy, I then kicked down to his feet, making him loose balance, then hitting him in the jaw, causing him to topple over.

It wasn't an exactly perfect after that, while I was ready to pin him to the ground, he jumped up and roundhouse kicked me, the strength so great, it nearly flew me a few feet back. He then pulled me back up and punch me several times in the stomach, finishing off with a kick blow, I coughed up some spit, but no blood. This Zack was something. But I kept focus, on his next attack, I blocked the onslaught with ease and precision. Then landed a blow to the stomach as well. Then swerved around to the back and landed another blow to the back, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Everyone! Stop!"

There was the female voice again, but it wasn't the time to focus on that, Zack was coming back for another blow, and I decided to try and get to the blow first, as our fists were coming closer, everything seemed to go into slow motion. Then...

"STOP!"

The female voice was closer, they were as soft as the cherry blossoms, that soon came out of nowhere, I waited for my blow to hit, but I felt someone blocked it, I then waited for Zack's blow to hit me, but it didn't came. I looked closer, a young woman was holding off both of our blows, her tiny and such frail looking body was holding off both of our fists in her hands. Then, she used her own hidden strength and pushed us both back.

"Please stop this! This is against the rules!" she cried, her honey auburn hair covering her eyes and face. But I could see a formation of tears coming from her.

"Kasumi..." the other man said, getting back on his feet. That blow must have really hit him hard. I can't blame him, this Zack was a crazy fighting machine.

"Tch! I ain't listening to no girl here, besides, what class are you? D? I'm a B-2, you little-"

"What is going on here?!"

All of our eyes averted to the right, where a older man, looking that of Russian descent, and even worse, a teacher. "Well? Someone better answer!"

"Bay-man!" the girl named Kasumi shouted out, oh boy, this didn't look too good.

"All of you! Get to your classes immediately! Or I will send you to the Disciplinary Committee's office!"

Zack got up quickly and walked away from us, giving me and the other boy a evil look through his sunglasses. Kasumi helped the boy and see if he was okay.

"Hayate-san, you shouldn't be fighting with people like that, you could've gotten seriously hurt."

"Tch, I should've killed him while I had the chance," Hayate replied, "besides, he shouldn't be hitting on you in the middle of class anyway. The pervert."

"Nii-san..."

I stared at them for a long time, unsure of what to do, I should of been hurrying and getting to my class, but I guess a part of me wanted to see if the Hayate guy was alright.

Then again, looking at his attitude, he's probably ticked at me for helping. Might as well at least apologize.

"Um...hey, uh...sorry about...jumping into that for you." I said, barely raising a decibel. Hayate looked at me kinda funny, examining me I guess, but not like a piece of meat, that I know. But I don't know how to describe it, it was like he was interested in who I was. Probably, since I am new here.

"...You're new here, aren't you?" bingo, I am so smart.

"Yeah." I replied, lending out my hand. "The name's Eliot McGuire."

"So you're British, are you not?" he asked, he must have guessed by my accent. I don't have a bad one like my dad, but it is noticeable.

"Yeah, I am." he stared at my hand, then back at me face, then back at my hand. If he was Japanese, he probably didn't know what a handshake was, but just when I was about to lower my hand back to my side, he grabbed it and gave me quite a firm handshake. He had to be older than me, his hand was so much larger than mine, and yet, soft to the touch. Strange, they had looked pretty worked to the bone from afar. But when I touched them, they were that of velvet.

We let go of each others hands after the handshake, me still a little lingering it, odd, and the two people standing before me went on to introduce themselves.

"I'm Kasumi, thank you for helping my brother," she said, bowing to me, "even though he might not come out and say it, he is extremely grateful."

"I'm Hayate, class C-3."

"Um, hate to be rude, but what does C-3 mean?"

"So you are new here." I heard Hayate mutter.

"It's your fighting rank," Kasumi went on, pretending to ignore Hayate's comment, as was I, "like grading, you have a class that you classify yourself in to show your strength and fighting ability. There are four classes, D, C, B, A, and S, D being the lowest and S being the highest. Then those classes are then categorized in 3 smaller branches, 1, 2, and 3. For example, your new here, so you'll start at D-1, which is the lowest ranking class there is. While as a possible senior could be a S-3, which is the highest ranking class there is. Makes anymore sense?"

No. "Yeah sure."

Kasumi smiled and clapped her hands together, as if to rush things up. "Well we all should get to our classes, Eliot, do you need any help with finding your class?"

Oh yeah! That brings me back to my original dilemma, before all the fighting, I showed them my map and told them the class I was trying to get to. Classroom 1C, Ms. James' Freshman English.

"Hayate-san," Kasumi said towards her brother, "isn't that near your classroom this hour?"

"Yes," he said, leaving a small mutter, "unfortunately."

"Well then," Kasumi went on, "then you can show him the way to his class!"

"K-kasumi!" something told me that this guy defiantly doesn't like me.

"You know that my class is on the third floor this hour! And because of your problem, we had to make ourselves late, so do it!" damn, I thought this girl was all sugar and everything nice, but I see that she got some spice in her.

"Fine." Hayate said, giving in, I assumed that he can't go against his sister's word. Bonus for me.

Kasumi smiled again waving goodbye to both of us, "Bye Eliot!"

Then she did the weirdest thing, she seemed to disappear in cherry blossoms, leaving only them behind. It's like she went all ninja and teleported to her class! That was so cool!

"H-how did she do that?!" I asked Hayate, who seemed barely interested in what she just did.

"It's Ninjutsu." he replied, turning to the other direction, "Something a Britain boy wouldn't understand."

This guy is a total jerk. No person in their right mind should even like him. I bet he doesn't have much friends.

"Yeah well," I rolled my eyes and took a small step towards him, shuffling my feet unconsciously, "can we just get to class?"

He seemed to be amused by my response, his lips went into a smirk and his whole expression went to looking like he was about to maybe chuckle. "Fine."

38 Minutes Later

Freshman English was finally over, nothing of my interest seemed to happen there, just regular, old, boring English, next hour was World History, and I suppose that no one was going to have a very difficult class either, but I was wrong when I thought that it was going to be boring.

"HI-YA!"

I nearly had a heart attack when a young female voice piped into my eardrums and pretty female hands slammed on my desk.

"Are you knew here? What's your name? Where are you from? Do you like it here What's your fighting style? How old are-"

"H-h-h-h-h-hey! Relax! Relax!" I replied, waving my hands in front of me, it was my only defense. "One question at a time!"

The girl smiled and placed her hands behind her back, she had eyes like Kasumi's- only darker - so I guess that she was Japanese, she also had long, black hair, and was wearing a little school uniform.

"Hehe, sorry, my name's Kokoro, what's yours?"

"Eliot McGuire."

"Are you knew here?"

"Yep, today's my first day."

"Where are you from?"

"The UK."

"You British?"

"Yes."

"What's your fighting style?"

"Xing Yi Quan."

Just when I thought she was going to ask another question, she let out a gawking gasp. "Are you Gen Fu-sensei's apprentice that everyone's talking about?!"

"Uh, yeah?"

Another gasp. "WOW! So you must be like, SUPER STRONG! What class are you? B-3? A-3? S-3?!"

I was going to have to burst her bubble. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I just got here last hour ago, so I haven't even fought yet." Well, that last part was kinda a lie, but who needs details?

"OH, so you haven't even met your trainer even yet!"

"Trainer?" I asked, this school just keeps getting more and more complicated.

"You know, your trainer? After morning spar, you go to your trainer and work on your moves, based on your class, you get a different teacher each semester." The more I had to learn about this school from the students, the more I felt stupid about myself. It was like an arrow with the words "Newbie" were pointing at my head at all times.

"We have a new kid here?"

Another female voice came into my ears, I looked over to my right and I saw a Chinese girl, her hair was long and brown, and the only way I knew that she was Chinese was that she had a shirt that said "I Heart Beijing."

"Yeah, Leifang, this is Eliot! Eliot, this is Leifang!"

I tried to be as nice as I could to these ladies, even though all I wanted to do was get class started and get through today, I'm was starting to get sore after the whole incident a while ago. "Nice to meet you...Lei-fang."

Not to mention having to say all these complicated names, can't one person I meet today be called "Bob" or "Suzie?"

"Wow, finally, our first new kid of the year! Now I'm not anymore! YAY!" these girls seemed extremely preppy, or at least high on some kind of drugs, whatever the case may be.

"So are you a freshman too, Leifang?"

"Pff," she replied, "No, I'm a sophomore, but I have to retake this class again, flunked it last year."

"How'd that happen?"

"New relationship."

How can girls get so caught up in boyfriends like that? It's crazy! "What's his name?"

"It's a she."

...girlfriends, how can girls get so caught up in girlfriends like that, there, I reword it. "Oh."

"Yeah, shocks most guys, though I think it's funny!" she then gave a cute little smile.

"It's because your so cute!" Kokoro replied.

"Totally!"

Oh boy, girl talk, good thing the teacher came in, or I don't think I'd ever could stand it.

Okay! We're done now! YAYNESS! This thing is like, 4,000 words long, probably one of the longest chapter I have ever written in my life! O.O Well, where are the comments? The criticism?(CONSTRUCTIVE PLEASE) If you like it, I'll continue it, if you don't, then I'll continue it, gotcha? Good.

And to the "I Do" readers, I'M WORKING ON IT! SoRiku is one of my favs, but I have been going under a KH dry spell for a while. (I CAN'T EVEN WRITE MY SPECIAL AKUROKU!!!) *dies*

And you know what? You might think that this won't have yaoi, but it will, oh yes, because I can't have yuri without YAOI!!!

So...

WILL ELIOT GET USED TO THE SCHOOL?
WHERE IS THIS STORY GOING PLOT-WISE?
WHO IS LEIFANG'S GIRLFRIEND?
AND WHO WILL ELIOT FALL IN LOVE WITH?
...AND, UM, WELL, OH YES, I REMEBER:
AND ALSO:
WILL PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THIS PIECE OF S)*&

ALL QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWER IN THE NEXT INSTALLMENT OF: FLOWERS FOR A GHOST!