Welcome to the Fanfic Passionately Aggressive: Redux! by filtered. This is a remake of my past Fanfic with the same name. The story is told in a much different and better way than the past fanfic. Characters and events from the previous one will be included. Passionately Aggressive will remain posted and reviews for both are always appreciated. Have a nice read!

CHAPTER 1
The Narcoleptic

He was tired. He was always tired. This proved to be ironic considering that he was in a stupid garage band. At least I think it's stupid... He was a narcoleptic, despite the protests from his parents.

"You don't go to sleep at a good time!"
(I go to sleep at 5 pm every afternoon)

"You play around too much with that stupid band of yours!"
(We have rehearsals every other day for three hours)

Blah, blah, blah. He trudged down a hallway near the gym after school, yawning and rubbing at his eyes. He needed sleep. Again. He couldn't wait for his nightly routine; walk into his dorm room, plop his bag down on the floor near his bed and lie down and sleep. Rehearsals killed him again today and his throat (very raspy) was dead tired from singing (he tried his best to not yawn while he sang... it worked well). As he heard his footfalls echo in the hallway, he heard another sound coming form the gym as he passed the doors. It was a slight pounding, like a basketball hitting the floor. Who would still be at the school this late in the afternoon? Tatsumaki Karagae shrugged, his curiosity getting the best of him. He opened the gymnasium doors, not knowing that what he would see would change his life forever.

His eyes went straight to her hair, a beautiful shade of purple tied into a ponytail. They scanned her body as she jumped and threw the basketball, her chest bouncing slightly in her gym uniform. Tatsumaki never remembered if the ball she threw actually scored, but at this moment in time it was the furthest thing from his mind. He closed his gaping mouth as she landed, turning her head to look at who was watching her.

"What're you staring at?" She asked with a half-smile.
Tatsumaki kept a blush off of his face, much to his relief. He searched his brain for the right words. "N-nothing, I was just surprised to see someone in the gym this late."
"Oh, that makes sense. Here I thought you were staring at me for... other reasons." Tatsumaki instantly found himself scared of this girl. "Anyway, I was just practicing in here. You?"
Tatsumaki shook his head. "It's... it's really stupid. I'm sort of part of a little band and we sometimes practice in the auditorium. Rehearsals ran a little late." He tried desperately to keep his eyes from staring at the cute little ribbon in her hair.
"Okay. Listen, could you watch my things? I'm going to get dressed." She nodded to her bag resting on the wall. She looked back at him, her eyes lowered. "I can trust you, right?"
"Yeah."
A smile reappeared on her face. "Thanks!"

As she walked away towards the locker rooms, Tatsumaki sat with his back against the wall, hugging his knees. I'm in love. God help me, I'm in love. He put his head between his legs and sighed, thoughts filling his head. Thoughts of holding hands with her, hugging her, even kissing her. Calm down, you don't even know her name yet. At least get that far before you start thinking like that... he heard footsteps five minutes later and raised his head, seeing the girl in her school uniform. Her purple hair was now untied and flowing down her back.

"Hey! Thanks for watching my things."
"No problem."
"I suppose since you've done a task like this for me, you may meet my acquaintance. I'm Kyou Fujibayashi."
"...Tatsumaki Karagae. Yes, I know how that sounds."
She giggled. "Anyways, I have to get going. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime?"
"Yeah, that sounds good."
She smiled and walked out of the gym. As soon as she was gone, Tatsumaki rested his head on his knees.

God, he was tired.