Hey people! It's Emilee! I've decided to write a Loveless Fanfic since I've now read loveless books one, two, and three! This story is told from the point of view of a Neko-jin named Kanime. He's new and a bit of a misfit, with extensive piercings and a taste for black and neon colors. He has trouble fitting in at the new school. Friend making is tedious and he's still concerned with how the all the girls seem to like him… He starts to think the only way he'll survive is if he makes a true friend. That's when he meets Ritsuka.

This story is yoai (guy with guy)

Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless… but if I did…I would be ALL over Ritsuka! XD

On with the story!

KANIME'S INSITE

I didn't think it would be so tough, and I definitely didn't think I would need so much stuff. I had already bought a bag, (which was very cute! Hot pink with a black star on the front) I had also bought many folders and notebooks and was down to my last 20 dollars… skinny jeans were the last thing on my list.

I walked into a store playing loud scream music and searched the room until I found a pair of tight, size 3, black skinny jeans.

I grabbed them and walked up to the cashier pulling out my electric blue wallet as I did.

I pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and looked up at the tall female cashier. She smiled at me and asked my name.

"Kanime…" I said quietly, averting my gaze.

"Well Kanime," she started, smiling even bigger, "Your pretty cute for a boy."

I looked back at her with a sort of shocked expression. She took the bill from my hand and placed the bag on the counter in front of me. I took it, shaking my head.

As I walked out of the store a girl near me looked at me puzzled and said "Boy?" Obviously confused.

I wasn't surprised… any random passerby would mistake me for a girl. What with my long side-bangs and short, spiked back all died black with electric blue highlights.

My eyes were deadly amber and I had long eyelashes. I was wearing a tight black shirt with an n-joy symbol on it and navy blue skinny jeans with black suspenders hanging off of them.

My figure wasn't exactly girlish but more than usually I was mistaken for an undeveloped girl.

And ya it sucked but I was used to it. I was just nervous with the whole… new school thing coming up.

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"What the hell?"

I looked over at the door to my room. It was now wide open and my older brother, Tsume, was standing in it staring at me with a slightly confused, slightly disgusted expression.

"What?" I asked not meeting his gaze, as I continued to pull on my new black skinny jeans.

Tsume stared, dumbfounded once again, as I proceeded to take of my blank tank top that I always sleep in and pull on, instead, an electric blue tank top. Then a black, mesh tank top over that.

I pulled some black, wrist length, fingerless gloves out of a drawer and slipped them on.

My brother faked a gag. "Why do you always have to dress so gay?"

I blushed red while clipping my white suspenders onto my studded belt then, briskly turning around, walked into my bathroom.

Tsume stifled a laugh with his hand as I brushed through my bangs and spiked the back of my hair with gel.

I had just finished putting my black eyeliner for guys on when Tsume burst out laughing and said, "I think you rally are gay!"

I turned to him, flicking my gaze up to meet his, and stuck the tip of my tongue out at him.

He just laughed again so I went downstairs, pulled on my Fallen shoes, and stalked out of the house.

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I literally had to sprint to catch the transom-bus that dropped off somewhat near my new high school.

That day I learned that running isn't easy in skin-tight jeans.

I stepped onto the bus and found no available seating, so instead I grabbed onto one of the handles hanging from the ceiling and rapped my neko-tail around one of the poles. My cat ears twitched as noticed the people staring. But I was expecting that so it didn't bother me much.

I brushed a black and blue shock of hair out of my face as the transom-bus screeched to a stop a little ways from my school.

As I approached I could already see tons of people hanging around outside the high school in groups.

I felt a wave of nausea and busied myself with classifying each group.

I could name five so far: Preps (the overly quirky people), Emos (the overly emotional people), Posers (people who pose as other people), Skaters (the people who skate way too much), and Populars (the people who are to popular for them own good). All highly uninteresting to me…

That's when I spotted a group of three people walking up to the school. Leading the group was a tall girl with long strands of curly pink hair flowing from her head and also pink neko-ears.

She had big boobs and seemed very go- lucky. To me she was utterly uninteresting.

Standing close by her, and unsuccessfully trying to make small talk, was a short boy with long green hair and black neko-ears.

He wore glasses and looked nerdy. He looked sort of sick like he had a cold. He eventually started to bore me.

I moved to the last person. As soon as I saw him I stopped walking and my shoe hit the ground with a loud thud.

The girl leading the group some how heard this and looked over at me… I knew I was in for something when she smiled at me and waved.

I almost turned around and ran the other way when she started towards me, a smile still on her face.

The nerdy boys expression betrayed hints of hatred and that confused me. But when I looked at the last boy again, he was expressionless, staring at the ground to the left of me. He was short also, but no shorter than me. He had a shoulder length black hair with a purple tinge to it and black neko-ears. He had on blue jeans and chunky black boots. He also had on a tight black n-joy t-shirt just like mine.

I flicked me jet-black neko-ears when I heard the girl start talking.

"Ritsuka-kun, I think the new kids staring at you."