a/n: The story takes place completely in an alternate universe and there is no soeur system here. Please pardon any foolishness.. thank you very much!

Chapter 1. "Gokigenyou."

"What!" a muffled cry can be heard inside the Fukuzawa household. "But daddy! I-"

"No but's Yumi. This is the last straw, I can't take much more of your foolish antics!" Foolish antics was an understatement. Beads of sweat gathered on her fathers eyebrows, clearly he was more than displeased of her daughter's actions. The slender man loosened up his tie, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat before he spoke again to the girl seated in front of him.

"You'll be leaving a week from now. I hope you understand that I'm doing this for your own good." He impulsively stated as he avoided the glares that her daughter gave her. He sighed at the thought of how her daughter turned out this way. Where is my little girl?

Yumi have changed so much since the loss of her mother. It has only been six months and already yumi have been arrested a dozen times for lewd behavior, misdemeanour, destruction of property and at one time, physical assault. Yumi admitted to the other charges, they sort of gave her a sense of pride but assaulting someone was something she could never do, it was sort of a misunderstanding between her and the police. No one believed her claim that she was sexually harassed by one of the officers during one of their encounter with the fiery girl. Self-defense. I bet anyone would have acted that way if they were touched inappropriately. Exactly what yumi did, but turned out a bit too harsh, for the officer received several stitches after yumi hit him countlessly with a bottle, a ladder, one of her shoe and cans of spray paint. Oh yeah, and for weeks the officer's face was pink. Serves him right, Yumi thought.

Cans of spray paint. Ever since her mother died, Yumi have found a more expressive and outright way of showing her emotions. On the night that she was finally caught by her father sneaking out, of all nights it was when she was drunk. Yumi rarely consumed alcohol, her father just caught her in a bad time. If only she had the same coordination and motor-skills of a sober person then slipping off her window wouldn't have happened. Spray paint in hand despite her casted arm, yumi still continued the "beautification" of her city. They were beautiful indeed, vast grey walls transformed into art. Every work is a delicate unfolding of herself. In every inch of her work she have shed countless amount of blood and tears on them. But not everyone agreed on how she expressed her self; artistic and tasteful it might be, it was still against the law.

Yumi's father let out a painful sigh and massaged his temples.

"There are nice boarding schools in the U.S., you can stay with your aunt for the mean time." He said with undeniable guilt. Guilt. Yes, he's been dreading this feeling for a time now. Ever since he lost his wife, work has become a form of solace from the pain of losing half of his life. Yumi's father is currently in the peak of building his architectural firm. Business life have been going quite fairly well, although at the expense of his family. Instead of spending his time consoling his children, he shun away in the office and worked day and night, almost at the brink of driving himself to madness. Time. If only he can go back in time to set things right. For his children, for his little girl. He hated himself for even thinking of sending Yumi away. I am weak. He remorsefully accepted to himself.

"We can always visit you." That was a lie. He just wanted to say something to comfort his daughter, so he could hide his shame.

Yumi opened her mouth to say something, but all this drama was too much. She looked like a fish out of water and out of breath. Her mind spinning and eyes beginning to blur as tears began to cover her eyes. No, I will not cry. Instead, anger took over. An image of her, biting her father's head crept in her mind. I hate you. As her drool slowly fell on her father's well ironed suit.

This is too much for Yumi. She wanted to scream her head off.

"If only mom was still here-"

"Stop it Yumi!" His tone mixed with emotion. Their situation have taken a wrong turn. As time passed, they ended up hurting each other more. It was unintented, hurting those you love. Pain comes with reckless love. Love. Pain. Hurt. Hope. Made life all the more beautiful.

"You know, sending her away will not solve anything." A calm voice said at the end of the table. It was Yuuki. He stood up and walked towards the window, almost pretending he was actually looking at something fascinating outside. Yuuki caught his sister's pleading eyes and gave a tender smile. He's always the rational and level-headed one, must have gotten it from his mother.

"Just atop the hill beside my school is-" he paused, a smirk played in his lips.

"Lillian's academy." he continued with amusement in his voice. He turned to face the other two just in time to see his sister's reaction.

"You can't be serious. Who's side are you anyway?" Yumi said in disbelief. Yuuki watched as the girl came close to a hysterical rampage.

"But that school's like a charm school!" Yumi flinched at what she just said.

"Young girls go there and end up becoming domestic goddesses or something!"

Domestic goddess? What the hell is she talking about? Her father thought in confusion.

"Don't be silly Yumi, Lillian is an excellent school. Besides, girls don't study there, ladies do." Yuuki pointed out directly at her sister. Followed by his boyish laughter. With that Yumi started her hysterical rampage.

In between Yumi's babbling about knitting and nuns Yuuki couldn't help but think about how her sister used to be. A sigh escaped his lips, he was only worried about Yumi.

"Prudence Yumi, or lack thereof."

"Your right Yuuki." Their father spoke thoughtfully cutting Yumi's rant about something regarding virgins and someone watching over them. Both men gave her a puzzled stare which all the more ticked off yumi.

"Daddy please..." Yumi couldn't think of anything to say anymore. Arguing with someone as stubborn as her is really draining.

"Yumi please...do this for me, for mom..." He held on to those brown eyes which recently have lost the spark and wonder it used to contain. Yumi lowered her gaze to the floor, closed her eyes and sank deeper in her chair. Silently she thought of the hundred reasons why this was a bad idea.

"Yes, daddy."

For a second there, her father actually heard the lost sweetness and sincerity in Yumi's voice. He stood up and planted a tender kiss on yumi's head.

"Thank you..." he whispered. Yumi slowly looked up and a faint smile crossed her face. She may admit it or not, Yumi could never resist a request from her father, she is after all a daddy's girl. She then eyed Yuuki who was still by the window giving her a wide grin and a "v" sign. Yuuki, your so dead.

Yumi still couldn't shake off the remark her father gave her before she left for her new school. Stay out of trouble okay? She stood in front of Lillian's gate, her stomach twisted in knots. By the way, she was ridiculously early. Her father and Yuuki both insisted that she should make a good impression , her father even bothered to drop her off on his way to work. To whom actually? She thought. No one was insight. Slowly she made her way towards the school then hesitantly stopping about a couple of feet away from a statue. I hate first- her thought was cut short when a vision caught her eye. A tall slender figure standing in front of the statue giving a silent prayer. Hair black as night smoothly flowed as the wind blew stronger then settled down again as if nothing happened. Her pale skin glowed under the gentle rays of the morning light. Yumi swallowed hard, clearly in sheer awe at the beautiful sight in front of her. The figure shifted a little, about to leave and proceed to where ever she was headed but a presence stopped her. Curiously, she slowly turned to look at Yumi who she seems oddly drawn to. Blue eyes intently stared at the young girl, a sudden familiarity caught Yumi. Wait a minute...

"Gokigenyou." Was all the blue-eyed girl said before she gracefully turned to leave. Such a smooth cold voice. Smooth as her movements, cold as her eyes.

"Eh?"

The scene was like in all those romantic novels and movies, everything seemed to be in slow motion as if she was given the chance to take every pain-staking detail all at once. Every strand of flowing hair, lips forming a vague smile. Eyes lingering, every motion, every step, every moment now tattooed on Yumi's mind.

Why isn't she wairing her uniform?

-to be continued-

a/n: woohoo! glad to get that off my head...well, thank you for reading!