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Ch 1: Welcome to...

Kyoko sighed for the third time as she ducked her head out of yet another noisy room. It was so hard for her to get some peace and quiet at this place, but there was no way she was going back to where she was before. Right now, all she wanted to do was find a deserted corner to wallow in.

She shielded her eyes against the brightness of the blue sky smiling at her from the twenty feet tall glass windows and felt a headache coming on. Looking back, she found it was amazing how foolish she'd been. The idiotic, lost-in-love, servile Kyoko from before would've never imagined the horrors that awaited her. But, back then, she had been in love. And back then, there was Sho. Fuwa Sho had been her everything – childhood friend, magical prince, crush – he had taken over her entire life. Their parents were good friends, but Kyoko's died in a car crash and she was sent to live with the Fuwas, helping out in their inn. At least, that was until high school.

Thinking back to that day made bubbles of anger rise up in Kyoko's chest. She clutched her school books to her chest and growled, while the other students wandering the halls nervously edged away from the black aura surrounding her. Not caring where she was going, Kyoko turned another corner.

It had gone like this. Kyoko had just retrieved the mail after a long school day. However, she was bursting with happiness, as she had found one letter for her from LMHS, the high school she had been dreaming of going to for years. Ripping it open and quickly reviewing the contents, she dumped the rest of the mail on the kitchen table and dashed up the stairs to tell Sho the good news.

"Sho! Sho!" Kyoko tore open his door with a grin on her face.

"What now?" Sho pinned her down with an irritated glare, plucking a few notes on his guitar with a moody look on his face.

"Guess what? I made it! Sho, I'm going to – "

"So. You're leaving me?" It was more of a statement than a question. Sho plunked his guitar down, his eyes hard and cold.

"Huh?" Kyoko stood in the doorway, her happiness evaporated.

"I was going to tell you sooner, but…" Sho stood up and walked to where a confused and slightly heartbroken Kyoko was standing.

"I want you to come with me." It took a moment for the words to register in Kyoko's mind.

"You want me to what?" Kyoko's acceptance letter dropped to the floor.

"Kyoko. You know it's always been my dream to go to a school that is directed towards talented people such as myself, like Akatoki...And Akatoki High has accepted me…but…my parents are against it…and I need you."

"What about me? Where do I go?" Kyoko had whispered.

"I promise I'll make it up to you. Please, Kyoko. Please come with me!" He had looked at her with pleading eyes, and without another thought, she had made her decision. Back then, as she hugged him tight, Sho had fingered her long, black hair, murmuring that it was what he loved best about her. She had fallen for every single sweet word. After they left for Tokyo and Akatoki, there were none.

Sho. He had hurt her so badly. He almost ruined her chances of getting into the high school she worked so hard for. Kyoko was almost glad that he had broken her heart, even if that meant she would never love again. She had made it here. Granted, she had missed the first few months of school, but for some reason or another, the school principal had insisted that she be able to transfer in. From what she heard in the halls, Lory Takarada was rather frightening and eccentric, albeit kind in his own strange way. Kyoko didn't know what to think of him, but she was immensely grateful.

She rounded another corner and almost stopped. Another snarl threatened to rip out from her throat, and she resisted the urge to rip down the abominable thing. There, pinned high up on the corridor wall was a poster of none other than him, announcing his first single. A group of girls, oblivious to the murderous intent behind them, stood cooing over Sho's picture, in all its five foot glory. Evidently, the girls at this school were as affected by Sho's charm as girls anywhere else. Muttering dark things under her breath, Kyoko glared at Sho, and being momentarily blinded, began to bang her head on the wall, trying to get that over-confident, self-centered smirk of his out of her head.

The girls, who had been fully occupied until that moment, looked at Kyoko, with her mussed hair and blood streaming down the middle of her forehead, not to mention that killer glare, whispered to each other and hurried away. Kyoko dabbed at her head with the edge of her sleeve and propped herself up against the wall.

Sho gloated down at her, that egotistic, selfish, jerk. Seeing that the hallway was abandoned, Kyoko unleashed her grudges, letting them fly out in full force. With screeches of glee, they ravaged the poster, ripping it to shreds. Sho, you bastard. Kyoko had, one day during her lunch break, decided to deliver Sho a fast food meal from her workplace. And she had almost walked in on him and his teacher. His pretty, full-chested, mature teacher. Neither of them had seen her, much to her relief. Sho had never really noticed her, after all. But he had studied her long enough to tell his teacher what a plain, boring, old-fashioned and ugly girl she was. Kyoko had fled.

She had stayed at their rented apartment only long enough to gather her things and take the little money she had left from all her part-time jobs. She would leave Sho to take care of the other things.

In a supermarket's bathroom, Kyoko had chopped off all her long, black hair, hair that Sho had once said he loved. Even imagining him running it through his fingers made her shudder with anger and pain. That hair now barely covered her ears, and her bangs were messily hacked at, the ends chopped into fine points. After getting on a bus, she had dropped into an exhausted rest, tears dripping down her face. They dumped her off at the next stop.

Said hair was now bleached and dyed to an auburn color. It was a process that had taken all of an hour, and very little money. It had gotten rid of the one thing Sho had complimented her on. Kyoko was now staying with an old couple she had worked part-time for while desperately trying to pay the rent and Sho's school fees. They had grown fond of the energetic, hard-working girl, and the only condition was that she would continue to help in their restaurant on weekends. Kyoko had readily agreed, knowing that she would never return to Sho's apartment, and that his parents would probably never accept her again. And she had LMHS to go to.

So that was how she ended up here, at LMHS, the abbreviation of the rather long title, "Lory's Magnificent High School". Strange names aside, Kyoko knew that it was ranked number one in the country in terms of academics, and she had heard that many people who graduated went on to become famous, not that she knew who any of them were. But, she had never been one to care about such things. Because, back then, academics and Sho were the only two things she lived for. It was because she had wanted to make her parents proud that she had studied so hard to get into LMHS. And Sho had almost ruined that.

Feeling drained, Kyoko dragged herself up, continuing down the hall until she met a set of carpeted stairs, with an extravagant looking double set of doors at the top. All of her instincts, and her grudges, screamed "NO", but she went up anyway, and put her hand on the door.

AN: So...first fanfic, short and prologue-y. Hope the run-on-like sentences didn't hurt your head too much D:: Please keep reading, I promise the other characters will show up soon, and there might actually be dialogue... :D