The air inside the equipment shed reeked with sweat and shame. Inside there were two students, a girl and a boy. They laid on their sides back to back at a distance, and they both had their arms wrapped around themselves. The girl was of a very small stature. Her messy black hair covered one of her eyes that were wide with horror. Her lips were held tightly shut and the dark circles under her eyes made it seem as if she had bore witness unto some unworldly abomination. The boy was slightly taller. His long dark hair reached his shoulders. His build was not quite athletic, but stronger than average. His expression was almost identical to the girl's. They didn't say a word to each other, though they shared the same thought. I've made a huge mistake.

Earlier that week...

Kikuchiyo woke up to the sound of Swedish Death Metal. He grabbed his phone and checked the time. Five more minutes, he thought as he hit the snooze key.

Tomoko dragged herself out of bed. The sunlight peeking through her window let her know it was time to get up. And no matter how much her tired mind tried to fight it, was her body knew the routine and acted on its own. Fuck my life, she thought as she got to her feet.

Eighteen...nineteen...twenty. Push ups done, squats check, sit-ups check, laser-beams check, he was ready to go. All he needed was a shower, cloths, and food.

She walked down stairs dressed in her school uniform for breakfast. A yellow dress jacket, and long skirt. Her hair was unkempt and dark circles sagged under her eyes. Her expression read "kill everything," but she wasn't particularly upset about anything. That's just the way her face looked.

He really didn't want to go to school. But what else was there to do?

She could skip, but then what? There were eight freaking hours to work with and she couldn't go home until they were up.

And just what the hell was he going to do in those eight hours anyway? He walked out the door and went on his way. He wasn't too excited about coming home anyway.

The sunlight hurt her eyes as they tried to adjust. Always has to be so fucking bright in the morning. She wished the damn thing would just explode already.

Today is gonna suck, they thought.

Kikuchiyo Kurosawa wore his uniform jacket open only to the last few buttons giving him a bit of a Fonzie look, though it didn't work quite as well with a yellow dress jacket as it did with black leather. On his collar he showcased a band pin; today was a Scorpions day. He had his sleeves rolled up to show the Motörhead sweat bands on his wrists. Dress code didn't allow him to display a band shirt, but this worked just fine for him. His hair was at shoulder length and though not relatively messy was very oily. He never washed his hair specifically for that reason. A day in his life was usually uneventful at best. His attitude towards people didn't help much.

"What the hell are you starin' at!?" His usual response to people he found staring at him. Or talking to him, or looking in his general direction. In fact, it was just the way he greeted people period.

"Nothing, bro." Answered one of his classmates. "Just wondering what you were listening to."

"Kreator." He responded flatly. He really wished these assholes would mind their own goddamned business. 5,000 yen said they had no idea what he was talking about anyway.

"Is...that an American group?"

"German." Yup, totally called it.

"Don't get how you can listen to that stuff, man. All that screaming, you can't even understand it."

"Motherfucker, most of this stuff is in English anyway. Of course you wouldn't understand it, but that doesn't keep you from listening to that shitty foreign commercial pop." The glare Kikuchiyo gave his classmate was that of a territorial animal primed to rip apart anything that came close to it.

"Okay, geez." The generic classmate backed off. What he got for being trying to be friendly to this guy.

He spent eight hours a day having to take notes and listen to the teachers drone as they read from their books. For Baldr's sake couldn't they just leave him alone and let him enjoy this, what some would call ironic, moment of peace? The solace he found while listening to his music was almost a religious experience. Because of which, he did not like to be disturbed.

A day in life of Tomoko Kuroki was no better She was...Well shit. This fanfiction is more or less based on her story anyway; there is little need for introduction. Loner otaku, social anxiety, creepy as fuck, passive-aggressive, and about a pill pop away from becoming a Japanese gender-bent Rusty Venture. Seriously, if you're not familiar with her, then why are you even here? Go read the manga, or watch the anime. Its funny if you have a dark sense of humor. If not, this story might not be for you anyway. Just go on, get outta her. Just leave.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, she thought watching the clock. It's almost time for lunch, almost break time. The bell rang, the teacher closed her book and left the classroom as her students began to form their own little groups, unpack their lunches, leave the room, etc. Tomoko gave a sigh and stretched out over her desk. She didn't say anything, but her thoughts were screaming chants of victory for getting through another lecture. A few seconds later, all the chatter in the room started to bug her. So she packed up a few things, lunch bento, PSP, and the manga book she was reading and left the room as well.

There were several places she liked to isolate herself during the lunch break. She usually ate in the library, but things got a little...complicated after a reunion with an old "friend." Fuck the library, it was too crowded anyway. She knew a spot that was damn near isolated, a passageway between the North and South school buildings. Only one or two people would pass by it on very rare occasions, and she could enjoy solitude. God I'm so fucking lonely, she thought to herself. It wasn't so much that she despised being around other people but more that she envied how everybody else had friends that brought some speck of light in an otherwise mundane existence. She deeply wished for at least one friend to make school suck just a little less. Perhaps at some point a high school romance, though it would be asking for way too much all things considered. She didn't expect anyone to be in her spot as she reflected on her life, or lack of one. "What the shit?" She said aloud when she saw him.

He was thrashing his head around, doing something weird with his hands, and he was speaking in, what she was sure was, in tongues. The sight bewildered and almost scared her. Did she just walk in on some Pagan ritual?

He didn't really have the time (more like the patience, really) to learn how to play, but air-guitar was good enough for him. So long as nobody saw him, he felt free to cut loose and jam out to DevilDriver. And with the frequency of people passing by this spot, he felt he could take anyone who tried to mess with him here. Well, that's what he thought before he saw a small girl staring at him as if he was possessed by some kind of demon. His earbuds fell out as he awkwardly stared back at her. They locked eyes as a shredding guitar solo blared out of the tiny speakers. They couldn't quite explain the feeling they shared. Time seemed to stop as they looked into each others eyes. It was as if fate had brought them together. Fate, however, is sometimes a bit of a cranky whore.

AN: This is meant to be a prelude for a crossover fic I had an idea I had a while back as well as my first attempt at fanfiction in a long time. So enjoy, criticize, have fun guessing what the crossover's gonna be, and SLAYER!