"So, what's up?" Natsume rolled his eyes in annoyance, mentally taking note of the hideous man in front of him.

"The ceiling fan." Awkward silence. The man cleared his throat, trying a new and more professional appeal the second time around.

"I heard you happened to get in a fight in the middle of Alice Academy Grounds." The prunish man folded his fingers neatly in his lap. "What troubles you?" Natsume made a disgusted face and twitched, trying his hardest not to retch at the sight in front of him.

The therapist sensed no response, and tried again. "Mr. Hyuuga, if we're going to solve your problem, then you at least need to cooperate. There are more desperate measures, and I do not want to take those." Mr. Weitzerman stared down at the teenage boy with his beady and glassy fat-layered eyelids, scratching and picking at the hair that jutted out of the gruesome and blobby looking mole next to his lip.

Natsume finally cracked, taking in the musty air of the musty leather laced office filled with costume plaques. "Fine! Get your bloody mole away from me! God man, you're a fucking therapist! Get some god damned plastic surgery for your face already! Maybe that'd help me out a bit!" Natsume slung his Jansport tritely over his shoulder and stormed through the swinging doors, hissing at any intervening office personnel that immediately dropped their paperwork.

"I need a pass to class." Natsume hissed scathingly. Eyes lidded with spectacles, the front desk aide stopped chewing on gum and spoke.

"But it's lunch." Natsume eyed him skeptically, raising a naturally fine eyebrow. "I'm just in here because if I go outside, elitist preps are going to heckle me for telling everybody about the necking incident between Koizumi and that transfer student." Natsume simply shrugged at goggle glasses, throwing the door of the enclosed office space with a loud crash apathetically.

"Oh my gosh, did you hear, Natsume Hyuuga got in trouble for getting into a fight with Abe! Abe totally got owned!" A blonde chic gossiped to her giggling friend who was pulling her pleated skirt farther up her thighs. "I know, totally! He looked so hot like that, though." She giggled and squirmed, unbuttoning the front of her white polo blouse as he passed. He sighed.

"Natsume!" Koko waved him over to their inner circle with the same placated and silly grin he had on his face, and Tobita Yuu, Mochu, Kitsune and several others smiled at him dorkily. Natsume didn't mind hanging out with them; in fact, they were way better company than those wanna-be punks who couldn't even jump a tree and shoved each other to look tough and macho when Natsume could bet they were impotent at one point.

"How's Mr. Holy-Ole-Mole?"

Natsume chuckled. "Ugly, as always." He straightened out his messy shirt, sighing. "He was all feeling up on his mole." Koko made a barfed out gesture and laughed jovially and boldly.

"Seriously? I wonder if he gets hot and heavy from touching his mole." Kitsune snorted into his chocolate milk, sending it flying onto the marble floor. Mochu snickered in reply.

"I think so. No, wait never mind. He takes pleasure in undressing teenage boys with his eyes and molesting them during passing period!" The whole group burst out into laughter at that, calling all the attention of the hall passerbys, including the group known as Alice's Elitist Preps. Original name, isn't it? snort Natsume sent a firm glare at the academy's most dangerous group, balling his hand into a fist at the bruised Abe, jerking his head threateningly so the wanna-be macho boy on the tackle football team hid behind his chummy fat-butt pals. Mochu frowned. "God. It's them again."

The Elitists were made up of the Academy's most popular, or rather, threatening, students. There were the jocks, including Abe Butashi and several others; Luna Koizumi and Sumire Shouda, the most popular sluts; Ruka Nogi, the heartthrob of the school; and lastly, Mikan Sakura, who was enjoying her newfound popularity well. The others were mostly unimportant background characters who will probably rarely appear in this story.

Koko ignored them. "So, did you guys read this week's D.Gray Man? The chapters are getting shorter each week." He complained. Natsume swiped his tongue over his lip ring.

"The one with the G ghost whose actually a little twerp, right?" Natsume replied, and others joined in the weird conversation, finally ending on the topic of which guacamole brands tasted the nastiest and the newest volume of Shonen Jump.

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Mikan Sakura was a very preppy (yes, she could admit it herself) girl, so when it came to her life, she wanted everything to be perfect just for her, even if it took two million or more yen to do it. Having just joined the group and she was already ahead of everybody else. However, there was just one problem person in her well-prepped life, especially now that she was in the group.

"Isn't that Natsume Hyuuga?" Sumire giggled raucously. Mikan smiled widely.

"Hm? What about him?" Ruka asked, running a hand through his smooth golden hair as he peered through the corner of his eye at the aforementioned boy. Sumire clasped at his arm.

"Oh nothing. Heard he got sent to Mr. Weitzerman again." Mikan answered for her, smoothing out her hair tied neatly in two pigtails. Abe hissed warningly, but they paid the lower boy no heed. "I wonder if he does anything other than fight?"

Ruka chuckled at that. "Of course he does. He reads manga and takes naps in the Southern Woods. He's pretty stupid, actually." Mikan blinked at that. Weren't Ruka and Natsume best friends once? "Seriously. He's got nothing else better to do." She sighed.

"I guess…" Mikan eyed Permy warily with a hazel eye, the girl forlornly rubbing her cheek against Ruka's uniform sleeve. He shook her off gently.

"It's nothing to be depressed about." Ruka replied, gently placing his palm over hers. Mikan pouted, interlacing their fingers. "Let's go outside now."

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Natsume coughed into his sleeve as the Elitists passed by, cringing at the metallic taste in his mouth. He wiped it off as Koko stared at him with that same creepy smile. "Anyway, let's go outside."

"Are we terrorizing the elementary kids again?" Natsume pondered amusedly when the door leading to the lunch area in the courtyard opened. Kitsune snickered audibly.

"Cheah right! We're just gonna visit Youichi and maybe kick back by the vends. You up for it?" Natsume chuckled and smirked.

"Why not?"