Yuki was voted the most popular, handsome and the number one lover boy of his high school. He was tall, lean and had the build of a pro wrestler. He was what you would call, tall dark and handsome, played football, top in his class, and had the charms to knock down a girl with just a flip of his hair, the true Prince Charming. So what was he doing here? Staring at the stage of some stupid drama play? Where a blonde haired boy and girl strolled across singing and dancing to some weird music?
He was in his junior year of high school, when there principle turned a one-eighty and crocked on them. Their new principle was more lively, and the school seemed to be a lot better then it had been with the old man as their principle, but with the new principle came to new students, his kids. Talk about teacher's pet, the girl, she had long flowing golden hair, and she wore only the most expensive of clothes. She walked and talked like a drama queen and to top it off, She joined the drama club, not to mention the fact that her name was a breed of high standard, Sharpay. But she wasn't who had caught his attention, the boy who seemed to follow at the girls heels like a small pup with it's mother did. He too had a golden head of hair that was neatly combed and tucked under a pink golf hat which was turned a bit to the side. He wore a pink dress shirt tucked neatly into blue jeans that were held up with a white leather belt. He carried not only his, but a second pile of books, which seemed to make his arch over from the weight. As the teacher introduced the two, Sharpay gave a small miss America wave and smiled at the class stating. "I hope, I can become good friends with you all." But Yuki could tell she meant nothing of the sort. When she introduced the boy, Ryan, he just seemed to sink lower behind the pile of books in his hands.
They both took their seats Ryan of course following behind Sharpay, to see if he could find some seat beside her. A foot slid out into the aisle right before Ryan who tripped over it. The books flying from his arms and toppling onto the ground. As a reflex Yuki stuck out his arms and caught the boy in mid-fall, the class was silent as Ryan opened his eyes to stare up at Yuki. Ryan's face turned a deep dark red as he let out a squeak and stood up just barely missing Yuki's cheek with his own. The boy bowed in apology and quickly bent down and began to scramble to pick of the books. By this time the class was laughing hysterically, and Yuki bent down to help him pick up his books, but Ryan quickly grabbed them from Yuki's hands and scrambled to his seat, plopping the books onto his desk. The books fell to the floor with a loud thud as they scattered everywhere. Sharpay glared at him angrily as he once again hurried to pick them up. The class was once again in a fit of laughter as Ryan sat down his face bright red, Ryan met Yuki's gaze and he quickly looked away blushing. Yuki blinked and shook his head confused, and sorry for the boy.
It had started only a week later, he had started getting letter's each day, concealed in them was a poem that someone had made. The first one had read:
A thousand times I think of you,
But some reason I can't confess.
The way I feel about you,
It's something I must suppress.
He hadn't been sure who had been sending them, but it wasn't something new, he was sent letters all the time. But there was something about this one that nagged him, though he wasn't sure why, it wasn't signed and it had no girly perfume to it like most of them did. No hint at all from who it was from. It annoyed him. He got more and more letters but never a hint of who it was, that was until he caught them. He was getting annoyed with the fact that he had no clue who it was, it bother him so much that he was growing sick of it. So sick of it that he decided to be the first one to school one morning, which now he wished he hadn't.