"Maron?" No answer was given to Toudaiji, Miyako, who was standing outside of Maron's apartment door. "MARON?!" She banged her fist on the door, steam coming out of her head. "FINE! SEE IF I CARE!" She stomped away from the door.

'She'll get in trouble and have to deal with Pakkyaramao Sensei.' Miyako snickered at the thought as she left the lobby silently, leaving poor Kusakabe, Maron sleeping.

Maron got up and saw her alarm clock flash 7:59. Her eyes widened as she jumped off her bed, got dressed, washed up and grabbed her bag and apartment keys. She sprinted passed the elevator and took the stairs. She had no time to check if there was mail from her parents, who had left her there to live since she was 10.

'Damn Miyako! She could've at least TRIED to get into my apartment and wake me. When I see her, I'm—," Her thoughts were interrupted when she bumped into the boxes that were near the entrance of the lobby. They toppled over her making her day even worse than it was. "Owww, when the heck did these get here?"

"Sorry about that. I guess putting them by the entrance was the worst idea. I didn't know a cute, clumsy girl would go and knock them over. It slipped my mind!" The sarcastic voice said. Maron opened her eyes after the boy picked her up by the arm. She glared at him while she blushed embarrassingly. She snatched her hand away as she started to stomp away.

"I have school to attend, if you don't mind," she yelled to him. He smirked as he watched her hips sway from side to side.

(( School ))

The recorder screeched as Maron covered her delicate ears and closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Pakkyaramao Sensei. My alarm—,"

"Don't give me excuses, Kusakube," the teacher said, lifting a bucket of water into Maron's hand. "Out in the halls this instant." Maron threw her head down dramically and walked outside and leaned against the wall. She suddenly heard the principal and someone else laughing. She turned her head towards their direction and gasped silently as she twitched seeing the boy from her apartment talking animatedly to the principle. 'Box boy,' she thought to herself as she turned herself to face the wall and closed her eyes, hoping they wouldn't say anything to her. Their steps and voices drew closes as she held her breath, waiting for them to pass…. She sighed afterwards as they entered her classroom. Curiosity got to her when they entered her classroom. 'Don't tell me he's the new transfer everyone's been talking about for weeks.'

The day ended as Maron headed towards gym for her gymnastics practice. Her classmates were whispering to each other words like 'Did you see him?' or 'isn't he the cutest thing?!' or even 'I wonder if we'll be in gym or lunch together.' It made me want to vomit. I accidentally dropped the ball and it rolled outside.

"Kusakabe-san, that was very reckless." Pakkyaramao sensei said.

"Sorry, sensei," Maron said as she ran after the ball. It was by a person's foot. She smiled with pride as she went to pick it up.

"So, we meet again. I don't think we've introduced ourselves. I'm Nagoya, Chiaki, but you could call me Chiaki," he said in a deep, yet pure voice. Maron looked at him closely. 'I don't trust his face.'

"No thank-you. I'll stay on last name bases, Nagoya-san," she replied coldly.

"What's your name," he asked.

"My name?"

"Yes, your name,"

"Let just call myself anonymous. I don't give my name to obnoxious boys like yourself," she said. Chiaki could hear the teasing sound in her voice as a small grin spread across her lips.

"Wait a—,"

"Chia-ki—," Miyako said, saying his name in long syllables. "Do you want to watch me practice gymnastics?" Maron took the liberty of leaving at this point. 'Thank-you, Miyako.'

"I'm sorry, but I have to finish moving into the apartment," Chiaki said to Miyako.

"I see. Oh, well," she said and began to turn when he grabbed her arm, causing her to blush.

"I have a question," he said.

"Yes?"

"Who's that girl I was talking to?"

"That was my friend."

"Ha ha, very funny. Seriously, what's "your friends'" name?"

"Well, did she say what her name was?"

"She told me her name was anonymous."

"Then, that's her name that she chose to give you. It's not her real name, but she does this to everyone she meets, especially the boys. They find it…teasing and so does she. Take the hint, it's all a test to her. Think of it as… a guessing game! Well, got to go!" She waved to him and went back to the gym. Chiaki watched as Miyako walked away.

"Maron, are you seriously going to play the same game with this guy? He seems to be kind of sneaky. Watch out on how you play around with this guy, okay?" Miyako waited for an answer, but looked to see Maron not there. "Damn it, Maron!"

The recorder screeched from Pakkyaramao Sensei's blow.

"Now, now, Miyako, you were doing really good. Seriously, both you and Maron share the same mind," she said as she walked away.

Maron was in another world as she twirled around and lifted her leg 120 degrees. Her eyes softened as she smiled and closed her eyes, forgetting that anyone was there. Suddenly Chiaki came to mind and she glared at herself as she stomped toward the equipment and picked up a hoola-hoop and placed it on her arm and twisted it in a circular motion.

Practice was finally done and she decided to ditch Miyako. 'Humph, serves her right for ditching me this morning.' She continued to walk along the path. As she exited the school, she saw Chiaki at the corer of her eye."So, anonymous, do ya' want to walk with me? Wait, let me rephrase that," he grabbed Maron's arm and pulled her close to his side. "Let's walk together."

"Like I have a choice," she answered sarcastically.

"True. So, is gymnastics the only hobby you do?"

"Yes. But I also clean my apartment."

"How come? You live alone or something?"

"Well, sorta. I'm waiting for someone."

"Your boyfriend?"

"NO! Hey, since when did this turn conversation into twenty questions?!?!"

He shrugged his shoulders as they walked in silence, looking in every direction. The apartment buildings came into view and he loosened is grip. Once they stopped in front of the apartment, he grabbed her arms and looked her in the eye.

"Here's the deal : You can ask a couple questions about what I do and I ask about your life," he asked.

"How about," she grabbed his hand, removing it from her shoulder and gently shoving passed him, "no?" She entered her apartment and dropped herself onto her bed, "What a day." She smiled to herself. "Too bad Fin's not here anymore. It's so lonely without her. Well, off to the showers!"

She stripped her clothes off and turned the water on to warm/hot and stepped in after a few minutes of testing it. She sighed, feeling the warm water against her cool skin. After showering, she threw on a tank top and boxer shorts. It was six-thirty and she decided to go get a yogurt out of the fridge and a spoon. She needed to watch her girlish figure! She went outside to see billions of stars twinkling above her.

"Wow, I've never seen so many in my life," she said out loud.

"You sure about that?" She jumped and looked over to Chiaki with a scowl on my face.

"What are you doing over there?"

"I live here," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. She didn't know what to say, but she seemed furious and surprised. "Why don't you tell me your name?"

"What do you want it to be," she snapped, but then sighed. "Sorry, it's just…fun, I suppose, to have people guess my name, don't you think?"

"Not really. I just give them my name. Not to anyone on the street, but to people I go to school with, see at Karate or if I talk to them for a really long time ad don't know their name. It's better to question on personality."

"I guess you're right. What do you think my name is?"

"Hmm…Mitsuki?"

"No."

"Haine?"

"NOPE! Nice names, but, no."

"Can't you tell me," he pleaded.

"Then that'll ruin my fun. Tomorrow starts vacation. You could figure it out by my personality. Hears the deal: if you don't find out my name in Twenty-five days, I'll tell you and that's the end of it, but if you do, you can have any prize you want."

"Any prize," he said with a grin. Maron rolled her eyes.

"Anything but getting into my pants or hitting any type of perverted jackpot. I'd like you to keep those thoughts to yourself and not show them physically." His grin faded into a glare.

"Is that all you think of me of," he asked with dramatic surprise with his hand on his chest. "I'm ashamed." Maron laughed and rolled her eyes once more.

"So, what's your answer," she asked.

"I'm up for it and if I win, you give me a kiss, unless there's a change of events." Maron was taken by surprise, but kept her cool.

"Fine by me. Don't chicken out on the kiss."

"I think you'll be the one to chicken out, anonymous."