A/N- As my unofficial last entry in the WEWY fandom... it'd be a lot more epic if it had a title. (laughs) I can add one, later, though. And enjoy, kids. xD

No, I'm not kidding about the 'love decagon'. At one point it time there might be Eri x Beat x Ai x Makoto x Joshua x Rhyme x Neku x Shiki x Mino x Shuto. Mainly Shiki and Rhyme centric though. DX (This is suicide.)

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Prequel

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"Yoshiya, you're the only one for me! "

A slender red-haired highschool student was clasping her schoolbooks to her chest, eyes wide, cheeks scarlet.

"No he's not, he's mine!" squealed another girl, slapping the first in the face.

And thus chaos resumed in the courtyard outside Tokyo's primary highschool, all because of one of the senior students.

He was on the short side, slender and with rather feminine good looks, silky silvery locks and eyes the color of violet gemstones. He was the rich son of Japan's foremost male model and his sleek Italian wife, only at a public school because his private school had been closed due to a mold infestation. Or something. None of the students knew, because Yoshiya Kiryu could talk circles around the entire debate team and dazzle the rest of their memory away with his charm.

No wonder he had 90% of the female population eating out of his hand, and 20% of the males. The rest all wanted him dead, a fact that he knew and enjoyed. He was untouchable after all.

Today was no different than it had been since he had come to the high school in the spring of his Junior year, except for his... outfit choice.

"My dear Kasume, and you Onichi, I'm sorry to say you will all have to wait until I am rich and famous to spend your days and nights in my care. " He smirked and flounced off, the skirt of the girls outfit he was wearing swishing with his every movement until he stopped by a table with a lone occupant.

It was another male student, but in the appropriate clothes as designated by the school, except that the black tie that went with the shirt had long since disappeared, and the collar stood up loosely, enlarged by the missing top button.

"Oh, Neku? "

Neku Sakuraba had gone to public schools his whole life, and was notorious as being the least social young man in the whole of Shibuya. His spiked orange hair that stuck out in front and up in back was forever saddled with a large pair of designer headphones, the only expensive things he wore, and an item he most likely" treasured more than the lives of his foster parents. When not in use, or when ordered by teachers, they were locked up securely in his locker.

He raised his smoky blue eyes at last, face still deadpan. "I know it's a big change for you to make, but you should try to learn to wear guy's clothes after your surgery. "

"Are you suggesting I'm less of a man than you are, Neku? Oh, you wound me so. Shall I prove myself to you? "

"Don't bother, " Neku growled. "I'm not speaking to you until you take that sailor suit off."

The rest of their conversation was drowned out by the sound of the schoolbell, and all the students began to file inside.