Chapter 1, Part 1- Anita

The sky was a pale blue and fluffy white clouds streaked the sky. The roar of the jets from the airport made the petite girl cover her ears, and the wind made her loose brown curls fly everywhere. Her brown eyes watched the throng of people, searching for her fellow transfer student.

"Anita!" The brunette turned around to see the familiar redhead running towards her.

"Hey Elsie," Anita said with a smile, speaking in English. "Are you excited for this school to start tomorrow?"

Elsie sighed. "It's school, do you think I'm excited?"

Anita shook her head, and headed towards baggage claim. The two girls waited anxiously. After a few minutes, the last of Anita's bags appeared. Anita's bright purple suitcases were decorated with the American flag, and she could already feel slight nostalgia for her home. The brunette picked up her bag, snatching it up off the rotating trolley. The heavy bag gained too much momentum, and Anita fell backwards, bumping into a random Japanese guy their age.

"So-" she began to apologize in English, but then immediately changed to Japanese. "So sorry!" she squeaked, realizing that the boy had toppled to the ground. She extended a hand for the boy.

He took her hand with a smile, and helped himself up, and Anita realized that the redhead was wearing the boy's version of the school uniform.

"It's okay I guess- do I have something on my shirt?" he asked looking down at his uniform.

"N-no," she stuttered. "I'm going to that school."

A smile crept across the boy's face. "I'll see you tomorrow then, probably." He winked, and walked over to... a boy who looked exactly the same.

Anita wanted to hit herself in the head with one of her books to ensure that she wasn't hallucinating, when Elsie walked over and slung her arm around her shoulder. "So who's the cutie?" She said in English, and Anita breathed a sigh of relief that most people wouldn't be able to understand what the redhead was saying.

"Not that he's cute, but I have no clue..." Anita replied, her voice trailing off. "And was he flirting with me?"

Elsie waggled her eyebrows.

"Take that as a yes, then... Bloody brilliant." She said the last part sarcastically and with a British accent.

"He was really cute," said Elsie, beginning to blush. But oh, did Anita know that smile all too well.

"No, please tell me you're not... Elsie, just no, that's wrong," groaned Anita, the accent now stuck. Anita extended the handle of her suitcase and began walking out of the terminal, shaking her head. "Are you coming, or are you going to be standing there grinning like an idiot all day?"

The redhead snapped out of her reverie, and began following her friend. "Sheesh."

The two walked to the nearby bus station and waited for the next scheduled stop. Anita nearly fell asleep on her feet, while leaning against Elsie. When the bus arrived, she shook the cobwebs out of her head, and the two headed towards their shared apartment, which Elsie's mother and father provided for them to share.

When the two arrived, Elsie dragged Anita's bags into the main room, and unceremoniously plopped them onto the floor. "Home sweet home," Elsie said with a dramatic flourish.

"Thanks." Anita dragged her bags to the room that had a sign attached that said 'Anita's room'. It was small, probably about ten feet by twelve. Anita poked her head into the neighboring room- Elsie's room. It was not much bigger, but there were mangas strewn across the floor. Anita returned to her room, and began unpacking her things- a laptop, clothes, some books, and a couple things from home that she could not live without.

Elsie simply sat down on the floor and began to read as Anita unpacked. "Hey, what do you want for dinner?"

Anita sighed. "Isn't it more like... Never mind- jet lag. Speaking of which- goodnight." The brunette slipped into a pair of pajamas and laid down. Within a matter of minutes, her breathing slowed, and normally nothing would be able to wake her for a good hour.

A creepy grin appeared on Elsie's face. Quietly, she ran to the bathroom, and filled a small bowl with warm water. Slowly, she lowered it near Anita's hand. Taking her hand gently, she tried to guide it near the bowl, but suddenly, Anita punched her.

"What the hell?" Anita said, her drowsy state taking away her curse-filter. "What are you doing with my hand?"

Elsie quickly stowed the bowl on the floor.

"I saw it Elsie, don't even bother."

Elsie hung her head in shame. "I wanted to see if it would make you pee yourself."

"Lovely," Anita grumbled. She pointed to the door. "Out. I need my sleep unless you want me to tell everyone stuff about you tomorrow."

"What kind of stuff?" Elsie said, cocking her head to the side and raising an eyebrow.

"OUT!" Anita bellowed, getting out of bed and pushing Elsie out of the room. She slammed her door shut, and locked the door. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Peace and qui-"

"Can I have the bowl back?" Elsie's voice came through the door.

"Bloody-" Anita picked the bowl off the ground, and opened her door. She then splashed the tall redhead in the face with the water, and held out the bowl. "Here."

Note to self: Elsie thought. Don't wake the Anita.

The door slammed shut and Anita dove onto her bed. "Goodnight, FOR REAL!"

The next day, Anita woke up to find Elsie twirling around in her uniform.

"I look like a princess!" she cheered, prancing about. "This is so adorable, look look look it flutters around me!"

Anita grimaced at the color as she looked down at the slightly smaller version that she was wearing. "Yellow? Of all the colors in the world, they choose yellow? And it looks like a stinking ball gown for that matter!"

"Fun sucker," Elsie said as she continued twirling, stopping to help Anita zipper her dress.

"Barf color would look better than this," Anita commented as Elsie's spinning made her feel nauseous. "When do we need to be there?"

"Five minutes..."

Anita grabbed her bag. "A little more warning next time?" she said as she practically bolted out the door.

The school was only a block away, but Anita was a stickler for being prompt, while Elsie was laid back until the last moment when she rushed but still managed to finish. By the time they had arrived at the school, most of the students were already inside, but the two girls' jaws literally dropped when they saw the mansion-like building. It was a stark contrast from the pragmatic and spartan apartment they were given.

The two walked into the main hall, unsure of where their classes were. They had received their schedules in the mail when they got their acceptance letters. They shared a blank look around, and found themselves wandering the gigantic building, searching for their classroom.

Anita was about to give up when she saw a familiar-looking face. Unfortunately, Elsie reacted first. "It's the cute boy!" she all but shouted.

Anita felt like curling up in a ball. It appeared that the boy could understand English. Crud. Anita's face flushed red with embarrassment. "Hi," she said, switching to Japanese. "Do you know where class 3-A is?"

The boy smirked. "Told you we'd meet again."

Can it, Anita's inner voice said- more like screamed. "Yes, but I really need to get to class. Now."

"Hitachiin. Hikaru." A boy, who Anita assumed to be his twin, was cornered by Elsie. "And that's my twin, Kaoru."

"I pity the poor soul."

"Well, you don't look like a fun person either," huffed Hikaru, rolling his eyes.

"I meant the poor soul that Elsie- my friend there- has decided to talk to." Anita raised her voice so that Elsie could hear her comment.

"What, Anita? I'm not a bad person or anything!" Her face had a pleading look that said, 'Shut up so I can flirt.'

"The classroom is where?" Anita asked Hikaru, ignoring Elsie.

"Come on," Hikaru responded. "That's our class as well."

Elsie squealed, causing Anita to flinch and grab her friend's arm. "We're going to class now, so please, please, please act normal." Anita pleaded in English. Hikaru grinned. "So you can speak English." she said, frowning.

"Never said I didn't." Hikaru responded in English.

"Never said you did," Anita quipped in Japanese.

"Oh snap," gasped Elsie, "Anita is actually flirting!" she said in a sing-song voice.

Anita facepalmed. "So, where's the classroom?"

Thanks for reading. This story is planned to be a multichapter work by me, HYpatheticallySPEAKING, and my best friend for ever, oOMidnightStarOo. Please comment/review, even if you're a guest- if there' aren't any comments we'll take our minds off of this *ehem* project, and maybe actually start some homework. If there's a lot of comments (my opinion, more than 2) I'll update this chapter early.

Edit: OMG, I'm so sorry, I originally put up the unedited version with discrepancies.