My very first fanfic!! - Uhm…What am I supposed to say…?? Well, plz review!!

Oh, and btw, everyone (including Rins and Sven and Eve) is 14 -15 ish years old. And Saya has an older brother named Ken. Oh, and Saya is sort of a tomboy…and she hates being called short…just like meh. - XD I understand how she feels... T-T

Major OCCness! - Plz don't mind…;;

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat or any of its characters…sadly cry

Chapter One

A New School

"WHAT?"

"Your brother and I planned it a few weeks ago."

"And you didn't even have the courtesy to TELL ME?"

"Well, that was-"

"Dad, you have got to be kidding me! I can't move—what about school?"

"Oh, I've already talked to them."

"But- what about your job? You love it here!"

"Oh, I'm not moving with you."

"WHAT?"

There is a time when a family moves on and they decide to pack up and go to an entirely different place…even though in the same country. For middle school graduate, Saya Minatsuki, the only girl in her entire family, her father had decided to send her and her high school senior brother, from Seattle, USA all the way to Tokyo, Japan.

"Oh, it'll be okay. I'll come in a month or so. It's just that my job wants me to stay another month so they can confirm my other teaching job in Tokyo. I'll have a job there, don't worry. Plus you have your brother to take care of you while I'm gone." Saya's father smiled at her.

"Who- KEN?!"

Her brother came through the front door, sports bag over shoulder, and breathing slightly hard.

"Sorry, I'm late from practice. It ran overtime today."

Mr. Minatsuki smiled at the both of them.

"That's alright. Okay, start packing because we leave in 3 days!" Saya cracked, then and there.

"THREE? AARGH! WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY FAMILY? THIS IS NOT HOW I WANT TO BEGIN MY HIGH SCHOOL YEAR!" She yelled before running upstairs and out of sight.

"I have to put up with that thing for a month in Japan?" Ken asked exasperatedly. Mr. Minatsuki sighed, and then went back to his study.

Saya might have been a girl, but that didn't stop her from going all out in outside and club sports. After living with her eight male cousins and her older-by-five brother, she had grown up to be a great athlete. Although vertically challenged, she continued to grow as a scholar athlete and a young girl. In other words, a tomboy. In middle school, she had earned her reputation as "the-only-girl-on-the-basketball-and-soccer-team-who-wasn't-a-cheerleader" and "the-only-girl-who-played-sports-and-wasn't-stupid-enough-as-to-fail-a-class-and-not-be allowed-to-participate-in-sports" and stuff like that. She was an MVP captain, and she had a karate ability that could knock out any guy.

Saya had never really developed a really close bond with any girls at Seattle Middle School. They were just friends, and Rilo preferred hanging out with the boys. Her personality was different. She was bold and took on any dare that came her way without hesitation. She was smart, but unladylike, and probably the worst klutz ever. She was not afraid of taking on anything in life either.

As for her brother, Ken Minatsuki could be considered as overprotective…times a thousand. He wasn't so much as jealous that someone could be capable of stealing his little sister's heart and taking her away from his "overprotectiveness" forever. In fact, she had never come close to going on a date with anyone because before she could say yes, Ken's fist came in contact with the suitors' face or nose. Plus- all of the suitors who asked Saya were wierd and low blows. She would always be safe under the eye of her calm brother. Overprotective? No way.

Four days seemed like 96 hours and nothing more to Saya. She savored her time with her friends from school rather lightly. She would miss them a lot, but still. On the morning of her departure from Seattle, they appeared at her door.

"What are you doing here?" Saya didn't expect to see them one last time before she left. She suddenly felt really guilty about leaving them.

"Well, seeing as we're never going to see you again…we wanted to give you something." They handed her a shoe box, and Saya took it and opened it slowly, a low feeling in her stomach.

It was a baseball cap, the reddest cherry apple red she had ever seen.

"Red is the color of friendship," one of them said. "And we know you'll definitely make new ones in Tokyo…so whoever wears it will always be your friend. We already all put it on, so we're in the cap."

"…thank you," she said, every ounce of thankfulness dedicated to them now. They still thought of her as a friend, even though she hadn't considered them ones. They were way too nice. But now…

Saya was leaving them.

"Thanks, guys…" And she could not have meant it more.

"Don't forget us." She put the cap on after they left…they would always be her friends. She would never take it off.

"Ms. Minatsuki, you're going to have to take it off." ('-.-)

Saya was at the headmasters' registration office in Tokyo High School now. She shifted nervously in her uniform: A white button-down shirt with the school logo (she had rolled up the sleeves until her elbows), a red tie, and a red pleated skirt.

"But, sir I-"

"Those are our uniform rules. I'm sorry."

"Please, this hat means more to me than anything," Saya said desperately. "I would kill for it- please…" She had made a deal with herself to never to take it off and she wasn't about to start breaking it in a couple hours.

The headmaster sighed.

"…under two conditions." Saya was about to smile, but she slapped it off and nodded.

"Uh…What would that be?

"One, you must not use it as a distraction in school towards yourself or anyone else." That was easy.

"Two, I'd like you to work part-time at a coffee shop of a friend of mine. She's short on workers so you'd lend a hand by being a waitress."

A waitress? She thought. I don't like serving people…it's hard to be nice to them…but, it's for the hat…

"Fine!" she burst out, a little louder than she meant to. "Err…sorry. I mean, yes, okay." She quickly got up and left before she could embarrass herself any further.

At least she hadn't gotten lost on her first day…yet… The classroom was big and bright. Some kids were already there, and by the looks of it, had already created their own groupies. There was a large patch of girls in a spot, another one of boys in the corner, and a mixed group of 2 boys and 2 girls in the back corner… They looked and smiled at Saya when she entered. She returned it feebly and looked at the ground. She glanced at the teacher's desk; she wasn't here yet. Some looked and stared at her, others ignored. They resumed their conversations.

Saya swallowed hard, then closed the door quietly and slipped to the back of the room. She chose a seat next to another empty one and sat down. Everybody in the room stopped talking and gasped. Saya swallowed again and spoke up.

"Um…did I do something wrong?" She asked weakly. Maybe they already had their assigned seats. After all, she had arrived a few days late. A girl who was decking herself in lip gloss spoke.

"You, like, just totally sat next to that desk, cap-head," she said coldly. Saya almost sneered when the girl spoke…Another girlie-girl in the class.

"Well, like, I'm totally new here, so, like, I didn't know, glossface," Saya said, mimicking her. The girl looked taken aback, but resumed her position. She smirked at her friends and walked up to Saya, who stood up. Since Saya was pretty short, she had to admit she looked rather small compared to the model-built stick figure in front of her.

"F.Y.I. that's Train Heartnet's desk," the girl said pointing to the empty seat next to Saya.

"So?" Saya said, deadpan. Everyone gasped again. The girl narrowed her eyes.

"Train's the most popular and coolest guy you will ever meet. That's my seat, shorty. Move." That struck Saya with a bang. What came next was completely unexpected.

With astonishing speed, Saya maneuvered around the girl and drew back her fist, but someone caught it as it was being drawn back. Saya gasped and turned her heard around. It was a guy from that mixed group students who had smiled at her.

"Hey," one boy said.

The girl stepped back one, and then raised her hand to slap Saya while she was being held, but another boy in the group caught it.

"Don't mess with her. She could knock you down in five minutes, I can tell," he said coolly. The girl yanked out of his grip and stalked back towards her group.

"Hey," the boy said again. "Are you okay?"

"Um, yeah," Saya said, unsure if she could trust them. "Er…thanks?"

"We know you could have probably dealed with her yourself," another one explained, "but she's a total blabbermouth and you'd get in trouble. I'm Sven, by the way." He smiled.

"Eve," another said.

"Rinselt, or just Rins." she seemed much brighter and happier than the other three…unlike the last one, who wasn't even looking at her.

"Creed," he said, and that was it. Saya felt uncomfortable for a minute.

"So, why're you wearing a baseball cap?" Eve asked curiously.

"Oh, um this? My-"

"How'd you get past the headmaster?" Rins asked excitedly, but got hit in the head.

"Don't interrupt a lady when she's talking!" Sven said.

"Oh, that's really okay," Saya smiled weakly. "My old friends gave me the cap."

"That's really amazing to convince the headmaster to wear it on school grounds."

"I think she's a first, right, Creed?" Sven asked him. Creed didn't say anything, but did what was unmistakably a nod. That was her acceptance.

She then realized who these people were.

They weren't jocks.

They weren't cocky.

They weren't rude.

They weren't dangerous.

They were nice.

They were happy.

They had defended her.

They were the group that let her in- even Creed, as she later learned, thought of her as a little sister, even if he was silent all the time.

Their little sister. She was the little sister of the toughest band at Tokyo High.

They were now her overprotective group of brothers, sisters and best friends.

Move over Ken.

Sooo…?? Whaddya think?? - Good, right? jkjk.

The people are kinda OCC, but if they weren't, this story wouldn't exist. -;;

Anyhou plz review!!