A/N- This fanfic is a joined effort with my best friend. Well, she did most of the work, I just helped. Anywho, here's a warning-Kenshin/Kaoru and Aoshi/Misao fans might not want to read this, so you've been warned. I don't want to get any flames later just because you have a problem with what might happen later on in the story. Also- right now this story is PG-13, but the rating may go up in later chapters. Enjoy!

Disclaimer-I do not own Rurouni Kenshin(though I wish I did), and am not making any money off of this fanfic.

Our Heroines

"Come on! We're going to be late! Today's the day! Mr. Asuka is going to be furious!" A young woman with shoulder length auburn hair dyed electric blue at the ends, paced around her tall friend walking beside her.

"Today is not the day, Sam. We're not going to be late. Now will you just stop doing that?" The taller girl with long brown hair scolded Sam, and she immediately fell into place beside her.

"You know we're going to be late." Sam looked ahead with a blank stare, or what she hoped was blank. Inside, she was laughing her butt off at the irony of their situation. Wasn't it just 6 years ago that they were going through this at school?

Tricia had always needed to go somewhere or do something before class started, and Sam was always right there so they could be late together, since it was going to happen anyway. Both of them had been late for the other on more than one occasion, and things didn't change much. That was considering it was now the year 2010.

During the time from 8th grade until they had graduated college and moved to Japan, Sam had gone through just about every hair color known to man (or woman) to be different. That included blood red, cloud white, swamp green, and her personal favorite; electric blue. Her clothes depended on her mood; gothic when she wanted to be herself and preppy for snagging guys. She didn't wear makeup unless she wanted to impress someone, although she didn't need it most of the time because of her Technicolor hair.

Tricia looked like the exact opposite of Sam. Her hair was about the same length as Sam's, but obviously didn't have neon colors running through her hair. Several colors of highlights ran through her hair, including golden blond, fire red, and dusk brown. Tricia wore anything that she thought would get her a guy. Her favorite color being blood red, she was usually seen with at least something red on.

As the girls crossed an impossibly busy intersection, they had no idea they were being watched.

A/N- Thats the end of the first chapter, pretty short I know. We are in the processof re-writing the first couple chapters, so this chapter may be a little different later on. But we need your help! This fanfic desperately needs a title, so if you can think of a title we would be SO happy. Now, do you see the purple button on the bottom left corner? Press it and review. PLEASE!

-Devil's Wing