Author note: This is my first fanfic to please be nice, I hope to get better over time. I will work hard to make this a good story! I promis!

Déjà Vu

01:

Dangerous Experience

For boys, the average number of absences in the first grade is 15 with a standard deviation of 7; for girls, the average number of absences is 10 with a standard deviation of 6. In a nationwide survey, suppose 100 boys and 50 girls are sampled. What is the probability that the male sample will have at most three more days of absences than the female sample?

'What the hell?' I thought, 'How is this supposed to be solved? Lets try the next one…'

Forty-nine (49) high school freshmen were randomly selected for a national survey. Among survey participants, the mean grade-point average (GPA) was 2.7, and the standard deviation was 0.4. What is the margin of error, assuming a 95% confidence level.

'So much for that'

I drummed my fingers on the table while flipping through my text book for nth time in the past two hours then finally stopping on the chapter we were on to try and at least see what I was into. With a yawn I looked at the clock across the room then shook my head.

'That's it, I'm done. I will not sit here for another hour, I'd rather fail.' I thought as I slammed my book shut and shoved it into my bag. With more force than I meant to use, I slung my bag over my shoulder and it caused me to loose balance a second. I used the seat I was once in to help me catch myself before throwing a handful of money onto the table and stormed out of the diner.

"Stella. Stella!" a voice was calling for me; I did my best to ignore it. I did great until he caught my shoulder.

"Hey, Stella, why you leaving?" he asked as he spun me around, a smile plastered on his lips.

"Because, Akira, I've been waiting for you for over two hours, I have other home work I have to do and I'm tired." I explained, using a slow even tone of voice in hopes he would catch me being irritated with him.

His smile disappeared for almost a second before reappearing. "I guess I got the time mixed up, sorry about that." He said with a half shrug.

"If you were sorry, you wouldn't have forgotten." I said flatly. "Now, I'm going home." With that I turned myself back around to head back in the direction that is home.

"B-but wait, what about our tutoring session? Without me, you'll fail." Akira said, obviously giving himself a false sense of superiority.

Without looking back I said, "I'd rather fail math than have you as a tutor. I only need the dumb credit, it's not necessary for my dream." I kept walking.

Akira and I were in the same course, it's why I asked him to be my tutor. He was good at it, I was not, but it almost amazed me how he was passing the class with flying colors when he was actually a moron. 'Its not fair! I have to work my ass off just to keep up and all he does is party and passes. I don't get it´ I grumbled inside my head as I walked. As I crossed a street, I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts that I didn't have time to think about. I had other things to focus on until testing is finished. I sighed inwardly, pulling a hair elastic from my coat's pocket. Running my fingers through my pale hair, I quickly and roughly pulled it into a ponytail; a usual habit from when I'm focused or upset.

Again, I sighed. Now with my hair up, my neck and ears became cold in the early autumn night. Guess I couldn't win today, not that I didn't mind the cold –in fact, I preferred the cold- but I just never liked my neck cold; so popping the collar of my coat did the trick. The prickly air soon cooled my temper and made me smiled to myself a little. One more all night cram session wouldn't hurt me; it'd get up to speed for the next day at least.

Math was never my forte; hell school in general wasn't my forte, so I stuck to what I was good at; writing and art. My major in school was traditional art while my minor was in creative writing. I guess I just didn't think with that side of my brain.

Rounding the last corner, turning onto my street, I allowed my legs to carry me faster. I jogged up the two flights of stairs while pulling my key from my pocket. I instantly frowned when I reached my door. It was open, just an inch or two, but I know I made sure I locked it before I left for the day.

I inhaled sharply and looked around me, 100% unsure of what I should do; instinct took over for me. I pushed the door open and stepped in. My small apartment was a mess; my television and stereo from the living room were missing. I was robbed. With a deep sigh, I dropped my school back and shut the door. I didn't hear anything so I assumed they were gone. Shaking my head, I pulled off my jacket and started to fix up what I could.

I frowned again, hearing a door from down the hall open and close. I stood up straight again but stayed as still as I could. My heart pounded in my chest, I swore it was loud enough that it echoed in the room. My breath hitched the moment the other person walked into the room.

After that, everything went to fast to comprehend. The man said something to me I couldn't make out then one moment the man was still across the room from me. The next, I was collapsing to my knees and the man already disappeared out the door.

My hands wrapped around the kitchen knife that was now firmly in my right side. I kept the blade in, despite the pain and strong urge to pull it out, thanks to a single medical course I was forced to take. I forced myself to my feet and staggered to my book bag, desperately trying to my phone; to call for help.

My fingers slid over the buttons, my blood hiding the numbers on the keys. I luckily managed to hit send before the pain in my side caused the world around me to get hazy and dark. My limbs grew cold as my last grips on reality slipped from me; focusing the last of my energy on keeping myself breathing long enough for someone to help me.

Soon that felt like it was becoming impossible. 'Please, someone, come quickly.' I thought before loosing everything.

Beep; beep; beep; beep. 'Someone please stop that beeping.' I thought, my mind starting to awake up. I blinked several times to get use to the extreme brightness of the room and looked around once use to the white lights. I was in a hospital.

"Well, nice to see you're awake." A voice came from behind a curtain, which got ripped open. "Good to see you're still with us." I'm going to assume the man talking to me in the white coat was my doctor. "You gave us a scare there Miss-" He paused to look at my charts and frowned. "It seems we don't have your name. Would you tell me please?" He asked and smiled warmly at me. "You know where you are?"

"Hisagi Stella and in a hospital." I said, my voice was quiet from doziness.

"Good." The doctor said, keeping his smile. He pulled a pen from his pocket, clicked it, then wrote my name down on the charts.

I looked around again then tried to make myself sit up by sliding my arms under me and pushing up. I hissed in pain and flopped back down, grabbing my right side. Instantly the doctor was at my side.

"You shouldn't do that, may rip open your stitches." He said, "Here, allow me to help you." He held one of his hands out for me, which I took, then slid his other hand under my back.

I used my free elbow to push myself up again, trying to keep my spine as straight as possible, though I still winced at the pain from my wound. "There we go." My doctor said as he moved my pillow to support my back. I gave him a deep nod as a 'thank you.'

"Well, now that you're awake, you won't need this anymore." He said, detaching my finger heart monitor. "My name is Dr. Kanata. If you need anything, ask me or one of the nurses." He said as he turned and headed for the door.

"Doctor?" I called, half surprised my voice was loud enough for him to hear. He turned back to me with a smile.

"Hm?" he replied.

"Would it be possible for me to get some fresh air?" I asked.

"Of course, I'll have a nurse bring you something to cover yourself with, and accompany you to the roof." He said as he left.

It wasn't long before an overly kind nurse brought me a pair of sweat pants and a zipper hoodie that was often issued to rape victims and helped me get dressed in order to not put to much strain on my body or the fresh cut on my right. I didn't have a shirt to wear under the sweat shirt, so I simply zipped it up to my collar bone. As the nurse lead me through the some what busy halls of the hospital, I did my best to fix my hair by running my fingers through it as a comb. As the sweet nurse headed up the steps to the roof of the building, she often looked over her shoulder to make sure I was managing alright.

"Do you want me to stay with you?" She asked me as she held the door open for me.

I shook my head "No, thank you. I'll be alright on my own." I said, trying to give her the kindest smile I could manage.

"If you're sure, I'll be back shortly to walk you back to your room." She said as she shut the door. I called out a 'Thank you' before it was completely shut.

When she was gone, I took the deepest breath my lungs could hold and slowly let it out, walking to the fencing that surrounded the edge of the roofing. I held into the wire with my left hand and gently touched the bandaging under my sweater. I was lucky to be alive, I knew it.

I looked through the fencing at the city around the building. I frowned a little; the city looked familiar, but again, not at all. Something was really off, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

'How could they not have gotten my name? My student I.D. was in my bag. Why does the city look so off? Was I air-vacced to a different one? Was I hurt that badly?' I thought. I rubbed my forehead, trying to prevent myself from getting a headache. A gust of wind blew, getting me to get goose-bumps on my arms. The early fall air was still pretty at least today. I smiled softly and rested my forehead on the cold wire fence.

I quickly stood straight again when the door behind me opened. 'She can't be back already, I just got here' I thought, turning to see who it was. Instantly I recognized that it was not the nurse, the fact the person was male gave it away.

It looked like I took him off guard a bit when his eyes widened for second. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't relies that any one would be up here." He said, "I'll come back later."

"No." I said, almost too quickly. "That's not necessary. I-it's big enough for two." I took several steps to the side to allow the boy some space. He smiled politely at me, gave a shallow bow and walked up to the fence, close to where I was a moment ago.

I once again looked out to the city and again my mind wondered to why the city looked completely off to me. I had visited the cities and towns surrounding my own, because my father did travel often and often took me with, but this was still alien to me. Were my injuries that bad to have to be flown somewhere far away? With an inward sigh, I bit my lower lip. Unconsciously my eyes wondered from the cityscape to the young man a few meters away.

He too looked familiar, but like the city, completely off. Wavy black hair caught the light with a pale blue sheen. He was to far from me to get his eye color, but I guessed they were light because of his light skin tone. I watched him for what felt like a minute; my eyes widened as soon a thought hit me like a brick. He actually looked like a character from one of the very few animes I tolerated –let alone liked-.

"Yukimura Seiichi." It had slipped through my lips before I managed to bite my tongue. He looked like him to the T, even down to the pale green pajamas.

I guess I said the name louder than I thought since he looked at me.

"Yes?" he asked.