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The strange girl slowly slid the door to her new classroom open. A mask of indifference and what she hoped appeared to be self-confidence washed over her face. Fear is a weakness.

As she stepped inside, the teacher stopped her lecture and looked her over. After a moment that lasted forever, a look of comprehension passed over her face. "Oh you must be Ms. Yami." She said, a fake smile plastered on her countenance. "Class, this is Mikatora Yami. She will be a new student in our homeroom." She paused for a moment: waiting for a greeting, or perhaps just letting this information sink in, Mikatora wasn't too sure.

She then gestured toward a boy with silvery-purple hair. "Yuki, you will be guiding Mikatora around for the next few days." She then turned to the girl. "Ms. Yami, this is Yuki Sohma. He is the class president and will be your escort until you get better acquainted with this facility and your fellow classmates." He bowed slightly towards the new student and she hesitantly returned the motion.
"It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Mikatora." He said politely.

Well he seems nice enough. Mikatora thought.

She couldn't help but notice, however, the glares that she was receiving from most of the girls in class. She did a mental check over to see that if it was she who was offending them so, but there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. It could be, of course, her appearance in general. Mikatora looked anything but normal. It wasn't her fault, though, that she was born with carrot orange hair, or bright red eyes. She then realized that he was waiting for a reply.

"Um, hi, please call me Mika." That was all she said. She had found, over the years, that it was best to say as little as possible. This was for many reasons.

It would avoid unnecessary questions about her family (or lack thereof)

People wouldn't run the risk of sparking her temper (It's just so damn hard to control.)

And most importantly

People wouldn't get close to her (they could find out…)

Mika sat in an open seat next to Yuki. The teacher began her lecture again. It was science. Mika took careful notes, even though she didn't need to. She was pretty smart without studying too hard, usually maintaining an A grade. But people wouldn't bother her if they thought she was busy.

Why is she so darn antisocial?

Long story.