1. The Day We Met

School just opened for the students, as well as the year ones who were supposed to be having their orientation in Hyoutei. Along the road leading to the school, was lined with beautiful cherry blossoms, turning the road into a shade of lovely pink. Clad in her new uniform, with the Hyoutei school crest over her left chest, she carried her bag with a tag that said Year 3 Class 1, and went along with all the other similiar students, all walking to school, whereas the others had their chauffeurs driving them.

Being part of the Student Council of Hyoutei as the Vice President, she had achieved quite a lot though she is a girl. However, there was one thing, or rather person, she was not happy about. Keigo Atobe.

Entering the Student Council Room, there he was, sitting on his posh couch, with a relaxed air about him, along with Kabaji Munehiro who faithfully follows him everywhere.

" Atobe Kaichou, we've got reports to rush out for the teachers," she piled an entire stack of files on the expensive coffee table in front to Atobe.

" Hanazono Kikyo, there's no need to rush. We can get my servants to do it for us," Atobe said with a perfectly unstressed face.

Her name was Hanazono Kikyo. On her first year, she already hated Atobe since the day she met him, which was the first day they entered the school. It was a day, just like today. Being a new student, Kikyo was extremely excited for her new school to start. Skipping with light steps, she finally reached the school. The magnificence of the school awed her. Her silvery blue locks swished behind her as she walked in the school. Lining up together with the rest of her cohort, they filed in neatly into the huge halls of Hyoutei Gakuen, and sat in the expensive silk covered chairs laid out for them.

Just after the school director finished his speech, it was time for the top scorer of the year to address the school. She was eager to know him as she was interested in the person who happened to score just one mark more than herself, named Keigo Atobe. A rather tall boy then walked up the stage, with his silvery grey hair, and a tear mole right below his right eye, sporting a cocky look, he took the mirophone on the podium, and said, " From today onwards, I'll be Hyoutei's King!"

That was how she met him.

" Atobe Kaichou! We can't always rely on your servant!" Kikyo shouted at him, only to collapse into a fit of coughs.

Since she was a little girl, she had an extremely weak body, and therefore she had never taken part in any sports related activities. As she was the only heiress to the Hanazono family fortune, she was kept like a treasured antique despite her weak body. Covering her mouth with her left hand, she supported herself with her other free hand, as the fit of coughs racked her frail body.

" Kabaji, get her a glass of warm water. Now." Atobe snapped his fingers. As soon as Kabaji left, he said, " Kikyo, I'll do the reports, so just calm down. Don't you trust ore-sama?" he asked.

The coughing fit left her weak and tearing, and she did not bother to even reply Atobe, she only sat down on the other posh couch, facing Atobe across the coffee table, trying to calm herself down. When Kabaji handed her the glass of water, she gratefully drank, put down the cup, and went on her way out of the Student Council room.

However, as soon as she opened the doors of the Student Council room, she was bombarded by the screams of all Atobe's fangirls, who were trying to get a glimpse of him whenever someone from inside the room exited. Pain throbbed in her head, as she staggered her way back to her classroom.

Sitting down in her seat, finally a moment of peace. However, as soon as Atobe entered the classroom again, the noise his fan girls in the class made was extra annoying, especially the president of his fan club, a.k.a the cheer leaders' captain.

The powerless teacher then entered, and told them it was self-study period, and they were free to go anywhere they liked, Kikyo immediately jumped at the chance, and went to the seventh block music room, which was situated rather near the tennis courts.

" I knew you'd be here," came the voice of Atobe.

" Looking for me for?" she asked with a sharp impatient tone.

" Paper work," he repiled charismatically, " You told me not to leave it to my servants," he flashed a smile at her, " I've done it all, and checked it all. But just help me double check okay?" he passed her the stack of papers which he held in his hands, before saying, " That's an order from ore-sama," and he left.

" What a jerk..." Kikyo muttered.

Putting down the stack of papers on the coffee table of the music room, Kikyo went over to the grand piano which was covered with a red velvet cloth. Pulling it off, she folded the piano cover neatly, before sitting down on the leather piano seat. Feeling the paddles beneath her court shoes, she tested the keys. Satisfied, she fell into a melody of the symphonies, playing songs from Mozart, Beethoven, Liszt and Bach.

" Kikyo-chan! That was amazing!" came Ootori Choutarou's voice as he entered the room, holding onto his tennis bag.

Ootori Choutarou could be considered her childhood friend as she had music lessons together with him, and he was the only kid that she mixed around with that was about her age. She also used to play duets with Ootori when they were young. But the times they made music together lessened as soon as she started enrolling in school.

" Thank you," Kikyo replied.

" Agreed, it was nice," came Atobe's voice again.

" You were still here?" Kikyo asked annoyed.

" No, the windows on top were open. Everyone at the tennis courts heard your playing. And because Ootori was so interested in who was playing, we came along," Atobe rarely explained himself.

" We as in...?" Kikyo asked.

" Hanazono-chan... it was so nice... zzzz..." Akugatawa Jirou said and fell asleep.

" I do not appreciate you guys eavesdropping," Kikyo said and slammed shut the windows, " Now please return to your tennis trainings," she said, motioning to the door for them to leave.

" Ne ne Kikyo-chan, I would like a day to play a duet with you again," Ootori said.

" Sure, just come by here, but don't bring them," she replied.

" Yes!" he cheered and went along out.