Wicked Angel: Hello people! Basically, this is my first SD fic…so… so… be, uh, n-i-c-e? Yeah. ^_^ V And, since I didn't really watch episode by episode (which makes me prone to real big errors), just forgive them. Aight? Thanks! Now, on with the story.

Chapter 1: gimme a good subtitle for this and I would be forver in debt with you.

Ayako cringed her neck upper until she almost swore that another second in this blasted position and her neck would snap. A large "Shinichi Hitomi" placard was on her right hand, and she's busy waving it above the crowd that are waiting for their own… own people who they are waiting for.

The least consolation she could think of is the height advantage she has over them. Standing in her almost 5"10 height, at least, she could easily tower than most. Which is pretty advantageous because she's not really in the front of the arrival area.

"Your cousin would be a girl, probably 5"10 too more or less. Look at this," her mother pointed a picture, "she's your Aunt Mameha's only daughter. Pick her up around nine o'clock in the morning at the airport. Don't forget, she's our visitor and you should entertain her."

"Why is she staying with us?" Ayako asked her mother. Both mother and daughter has the same shocking locks of brown hair and round large winged eyes. If you took them in in first glance, you'd think they're just sisters. But that's where their similarity ends. If Ayako would be the warmest person you would ever see in the world, her mother is certainly the coolest. Her mother returned her gaze coolly. "Because."

She nodded gravely. "How interesting. That's very informative, Mom." Her mother's right brow shot up.

She smiled warmly and looked at the wallet-size picture in her hand. She looks quite pretty. Well, she has the blackest hair Ayako has ever seen and even in the picture, it looked soft and fine. Not to mention the light it reflects. And she's so pale… too pale for normal being. Like she lived underground for the last 400 years. Her hair reaches her shoulders and is secured by a French braid. She must've a long hair, she thought. Ayako was never a poet so she could never describe well, but from the looks, this girl's a hot babe. The most prominent feature of her face is those large, finely-shaped eyes of ocean blue. It's almost like leaf-shaped, only, it's more proportioned. Almost Egyptian. The depths of the ocean blue. So dark yet so striking. So piercing. How odd. Yet the picture was odd more even. Why? Ayako couldn't figure out. After gazing at it for another minute, she arrived at the answer. This girl never smiles.

Ayako snapped out from her reverie when a glint of silky black tresses caught her eyes. "Hey!" she shouted. "Shinichi Hitomi!" The girl whirled around slowly. She walked up to Ayako, gazing at her steadily, her eyes framed in thick long lashes. She opened her lips as if to say something but immediately closed it. Her gaze fell down as Ayako helped up some of her baggage. "Hi," she started cheerfully at Hitomi. "I'm Ayako, your cousin. How's your arrival here? Did everything go fine?" she started a conversation.

"Hn." Came the blank reply.

Ayako blinked. And blinked. Was it a reply or just a figment of an imagination overdrive? She chose the former option and took it as a 'yes'. Ayako cleared her throat

"You know, we have to board the train. Mom's car broke down. Sorry for the inconvenience but you know, the house isn't very far. I don't think it would be much a difficulty for you," her voice reeked of cheerfulness as if trying to penetrate the think wall of this creature beside her. Inwardly, she cringed. I never have to get my voice _reek_, she thought.

"Hn." Came another blank reply. Ayako blinked. And blinked. Again.

"I don't mean to sound rude and all but I'm just wondering…do you know how to speak Japanese?" she asked in English. Maybe she doesn't know how to. How could I be so stupid! Of course! She came from the US!

"Hn."

How odd, she thought. She's getting more confused now. What's wrong with her? Ayako looked down at the floor while walking, as if trying to find the answer there. Mom didn't tell me she has a hearing problem or something. Maybe she forgot her hearing aid. Or maybe it hung up or something. Huh? Does hearing aids hang up? Supid me. Of course they donnn--

WHAM!

Huh? She heard a collision of something hard versus something hard. Maybe some idiot wase talking on the phone while driving his car? Where's the phonethics? Huh? Where did I get that? We're still inside the airport. My imagination's running--

"That hurts." A soft voice in clear unaccented Japanese came. Ayako looked up. And gasped.

"Hitomi! What are you doing on the floor?" Ayako ran hastily to her. A red swelling welt marks her fine pale forehead. And she's lying on the floor. Unmoving. Oh God. Unspeakable panic and worry mixed with other emotions raced over her body. She hastily checked Hitomi's vital signed. Good God… Then, she realized one thing. Hitomi's breathing rate is normal, deep and even. So is her pulse. And heart beat. By all heaven's graces, she's sleeping.

"Hitomi, you're year 1-10. It's second semester here and since you're a new student, you're placed in that section. If your grades improve-- Hitomi? Are you listening to me?" Ayako waved a hand in front of Hitomi's face. Yep, she's taller than Ayako. An inch or two. And it's her day one at Shohoku High. Sigh. That's why I never wanted to be a baby-sitter.

They were walking along the school ground and Ayako's giving her the final instructions. It's almost 8, and the bell would ring in no time.

And still Hitomi's walking around asleep. Haha. So the gods took me as their most favorite being on earth and bestowed upon me the liveliest person in the whole universe. Almighty Zeus, please help me. Ayako shook Hitomi hard. The response she got was a louder snore. A drool was hanging precariously on her lower full lip. Good God.

Ring-ring! Ring-ring! "Uh-oh…" Ayako thought. W-A-R-N-I-N-G! W-A-R-N-I-N-G! flashed red on her head.

"Hitomi, step aside!" Ayako tried to grab Hitomi's arms but too late. In the next instant, she was on the floor, bike wheel marks trailing the back of her new, neatly ironed uniform. Ayako gasped.Oh no… Rukawa…ol' buddy, ol' schoolmate, you can't be that good to me… making such bloody blunder today, aren't you?

"Hitomi… are you all right? He's biking around asleep and…" Forgive him for he know not what he is doing? Like you? She tried helping Hitomi up but the latter shooed her helping hand away. Slowly, she rose. Hitomi stood up in her 5"11 glory and brushed herself off. For once, she opened her eyes and convinced Ayako that she's not one of the creatures from the Night of the Living Dead. For short, she's awake. Miracle of miracles! Students starting clustering around them like they are watching a boxing match. Well, nearly. Minus the ring, gloves and those weird dentures they put in their mouths. Her gaze was piercing, icy and cool. You wouldn't be able to tell that she was just asleep half a second ago.

"Come back here, you moron…" came the soft command. Soft, monotonous and emotionless command. Yet anybody who would hear it would follow unresistingly. There's something about the voice that commands power and authority. Perhaps, the biker also sensed that. The biker from hell stopped midway. He slowly turned around. His eyes half-lidded, his pale face and dark hair matching hers very well. Like he's looking at his female version in a mirror, only her eyes are round, not like his. Deep blue eyes meet deep blue eyes. A bug happened to fly by the electrified range and was instantly fried.

His gaze could've melt an ice. Hers could've melt an iceberg. Students began making bets. Ayako began calming both parties and using her holy fan to hit some unfortunate heads of gamblers nearby. "Look guys… we can talk through this. No need to use violence…" she tried. After almost a minute of trying the "Who's Gonna Melt First?" contest, his mouth formed the sacred, nobody but him alone could dare utter or else face heavy penance word--

"Doa'hou."

Yet the voice was not his but hers.

"Shinichi Hitomi!" the teacher's loud yell broke the peaceful glass of his monotonous lecture. The class immediately fell into a silent spell… unmoving… listening… preparing for what would happen this time around. Again. Nerves jutted out and pulsed from his clammy forehead.

"Pst. Shinichi. Wake up…" a faint whisper and nudge came from a caring girl beside her. "Huh… yeah…" was the reply. She was, however, still snoring, her head bent down and the spray of black hair covers her whole face. Another moment when a drool is precariously hanging from a lower full lip.

"RUKAWA KAEDE! YOU'RE SLEEPING AGAIN IN MY CLASS!" the teacher yelled louder even more. The caring girl beside Hitomi sighed as usual, giving Rukawa a short admiring yet worrying glance and the girl behind him a sympathetic look.

The teacher went from an interesting shade of tomato to the usual stony expression after a quite struggle. He shrugged his shoulders and resumed his lecture, his lips drawn into one thin tight line. "Where was I before these… these beings you call your classmates distracted me? Oh I remember. I was talking about momentum." He picked up a blackboard eraser. "Let's not waste any more time. Tomorrow, we will have long test. Okay." A collective groan arose from the classroom but he pain no heed nor mercy. He continued. "Well, example, you see, if I gather enough momentum and I place this in the right angle, this would happen…"

Immediately, a flying eraser soared the air freely cutting though the stuffy air and effectively hitting a raven-haired boy with a loud THONK! Then, bouncing off again, soaring and flying freely again, it plunged towards the unknowing head of the dark-haired girl behind him with a similarly loud BONK!

No need to say the whole class turned around to see the reaction.

As if choreographed into some strange dance, the two heads simultaneously went up, both right hands simultaneously reached out the almost similar place on the assaulted heads, gave a quite similar energetic massage, wearing the similar scowl in the face and going back to sleep together. Then as if sensing something terribly wrong, both of them immediately woke up, face each other and muttered, "Why are you copying me?!"

"Doa'hou." Rukawa muttered and after one final glance at her through the corner of his eye, he resumed his sleep. Hitomi yawned. "Yeah right."

This seem to get the teacher. So those two twits don't really mind my mere presence huh? Let me show them what respect for the elders means!

He walked up to them, snatched some notebook somewhere and gave the two sleepy heads one resounding THWACK each. Rukawa looked up and studied his face closely. Hitomi stood up. Both of them towered over their Physics teacher easily, eyeing him like he's just a piece of unworthy being summoned in their presence. And almost simultaneously, they said: "Even if you're a teacher doesn't give you a right to disturb -my- sleep." And they posed for the final blow.

And the classroom cringed.

Outside, the people gathered around the door of Year 1-10. Weird sounds came from it and then a moment of deathly silence.

"What's happening there?" one guy asked his buddy.

"Beats me. Rukawa's probably in the mood to beat teachers up again."

" Heard there was a new girl who's a walking talking breathing carbon copy of him. Funny."

Then the door suddenly slid open and the teacher came out, disarrayed, red and cursing. "Damn those students! I won't take any of this treatment anymore. I swear, the dean will hear of this!" And he walked out, slipping on one wet tile but walked out again as if nothing happened. Students peered inside. They saw two tall figures glaring at each other silently muttering something and glaring at each other again.

Then, with a quick movement, the new girl snatched a notebook somewhere and hit the renowned basketball player a good hit squarely on the head.

The people cringed.

Wicked_Angel: Okay. So. So this is senseless. So this is fairly a non-plot, actionless, lame, generic and… and… and you name it story (yeah, it's plot is very lame… actually it has no plot yet). So what? So W-H-A-T?

Just because I cannot write well doesn't mean you all can abuse me. *sob* Reviews are very much welcomed. And if you feel generous enough, you would add some of your ideas.

Rukawa: ::yawns:: You couldn't be much more lamer.

Wicked_Angel: If only you weren't so cute, handsome, cool and if am not just in lo--

Rukawa: Do--

Hitomi: ::pops out from nowhere, blinks thrice and yawns, looks at both people and yawns:: Doa'hou.

Rukawa: Why did you create a second-rate-trying-hard-copy-cat-female-version of me? Of all ideas, you pick the worst.

Wicked_angel: ::yawns:: I changed my mind. I'm not in love with you anymore. Go out. Lemme catch some sleep. ::kicks Rukawa out of the room::