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-Summary: Hamtaro teaches Bijou a whole new meaning to the phrase "From The Heart"

-And now we begin.......

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She settled her suitcase down along the soft green grass, her heart now racing with a type of new excitement. She adjusted the hem of her navy blue uniform, and brushed off the slightest traces of any lint off her shoulders. She traced her hands down her sweater, which fit snugly around her 19 inch waist. Her knee highs were uniformly stretched to her mid leg, and her blue Mary-Jane shoes were polished to perfection. Her hair came down to her shoulder, and the layers framed her face so well. Her emerald eyes beamed as the light of the Japanese mid-day sun shined above her.

She stared at the school, its walls shaped like an old, brittle castle from the renaissance. There was moss covering the faded white walls, and crumbles of broken brick lay near to the structure. She saw a couple of boys and girls lying under one of the man cherry blossoms spotted along the campus.

She smiled. She stroke her fingers against the strap of her navy blue, leather messenger bag, which was slouched securely against her shoulders. She reached into the bag and pulled out a little tape recorder.

"Bijou," She said quietly, "day one: entering the school."

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"Oh my gosh! I had no idea it was twelve already!" The ham-human Pashmina raced down the red-carpeted stairs of the school. "Sandy!" She cried, looking for her "best friend".

The carpeted stairway led to the lobby of the school, and Pashmina, when she had gotten to the bottom of the stairs, looked frantically around the lobby.

"Sandy's with Maxwell," a voice suddenly said. "They're having a picnic under the cherry blossoms."

"Hamtaro!" Pashmina exclaimed, looking for the ham-human. "Where are you?"

Hamtaro stepped out from behind the stairway, an amused expression on his face. "What are you so worried about? It's Saturday. We have all of tomorrow to finish our homework," he joked.

"Not funny," Pashmina snapped, adjusting her uniform. "Fix your tie."

"Why?" He asked in reply, adjusting the blue tie of his uniform. "You're acting as if royalty's coming over!"

"Exactly!"

"'Exactly' what? Royalty's coming to this school? Seriously?"

Pashmina took a deep breath. "Sort of. The daughter of a French aristocrat has chosen our school as a high school! Doesn't that make you feel special?!"

"So…she's a freshman…?"

"No. She's our age. She's been tutored privately her whole life, but not anymore. She wants to complete her senior year at a real school, and she thinks our school's worthy enough!!!"

"I see," he responded simply. "Can she speak Japanese?"

"I don't know. But I do know that she looked all over the world for a decent high school, and she decided to come here."

"But, I'd figure that the French schools would be more suitable for her…"

"Who cares! This is a great honor for Satomi Private High School! Don't ruin it!"

"So, why again were you looking for Sandy?"

Pashmina took a large breath again, "Because, Sandy and I were chosen to give this girl a tour of the school-"She cut herself off when she got a glance of the cherry wood, massive grandfather clock looming in the lobby. "It's 12:05 already! We were supposed to meet her at the front gates five minutes ago! She's with Maxwell right now?! Not fair…"

"Mr. Terashima's really angry about you not meeting the girl," Hamtaro said quietly.

"How do you know that?" Pashmina asked, rubbing her temples in frustration.

The doors of the school opened quietly. Pashmina couldn't hear them open, but Hamtaro saw Mr. Terashima, the principal, walk in. His wrinkled face was even more stretched out with the presence of the scowl. His eyes shined viciously as his glasses reflected light. He walked up quietly behind Pashmina, Hamtaro staying quiet in fear.

"Pashmina," His voice rang thunderously, "weren't you assigned to be somewhere at twelve this afternoon?"

Pashmina jumped in fear at his voice, and dared not to turn around. Before she could answer, the principal spoke up.

"You abdicated your duties; luckily I was there to see the girl simply standing there, confused of where her guides were. While I retrieve your friend, Sandy I believe, I trust you will accompany Bijou."

"Is that her name?" Pashmina asked sheepishly, Hamtaro stifling his laughter.

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me." And the principal walked quickly away, commencing his search for Sandy.

As soon as the principal left, Hamtaro let out his suppressed giggles.

"Shut up," Pashmina retorted. The doors quietly swung open once again. A light cast the silhouette of a figure as she walked in slowly.

Pashmina put her face in her hands, listening to Hamtaro's hyena-like laughter.

"Sandy, that better be you," Pashmina mumbled, too embarrassed to look up.

"Err…Excuse moi?" A gentle voice asked.

Hamtaro looked up to the new sound and his eyes kept staring. Pashmina had her face painted red as she slowly turned her body to the girl's voice.

A lovely girl of 5' 6" was standing there, her luminous smile donning on her face. She had on the girls' uniform of a navy blue sweater, white blouse, and navy blue skirt. Her complexion was peachy, and her skin looked as smooth as silk. Her hair was white, like the puffiest clouds on a mid-April morning. Her eyes were deep, rich green like the stem of the reddest rose. Her figure was slim, but it suited her well. A light blush was upon her cheeks as she outstretched her hands to Pashmina.

"Salut! Je suis Bijou!" She said excitedly. (Hello! I'm Bijou!)

"Err…" Hamtaro spoke, not able to take his eyes off her.

"Hi," Pashmina squeaked in embarrassment. "I'm Pashmina…Sorry about the inconvenience of not having your guides for you, I mean, it was really all Sandy's fault 'cause she was with Maxwell when she should've have been with me, guiding you and all…Umm…It looks like your uniform fits." Pashmina took in a deep breath, closed her eyes, but then opened her eyes to see Bijou looking quite confused.

"Pashmina," Hamtaro whispered as he came to her side, "I don't think she can understand us…"

"Je ne parle pas japonais," Bijou said quietly. (I don't speak Japanese.)

"Mr. Terashima warned me about something like this. Hamtaro, go get Madame Boutcher," Pashmina ordered.

"Why?"

"Because she's the main French teacher at this school and we really need her at the moment!"

Hamtaro eventually went, but before he did, he stared at Bijou one more time. Bijou's eyes met his for a second, and Bijou smiled.

'He's the one,' Bijou thought as a smirk came onto her face.

As Pashmina watched Hamtaro leave, she turned to Bijou.

"I knew I should've taken French instead of Spanish," Pashmina told herself quietly.

"Yes, you should have. Honestly, I believe that French is a much more dignified language than Spanish, wouldn't you agree?" Bijou asked casually as she pulled out a compact mirror to check her complexion.

"I don't know---Wait, did you just speak in Japanese?" Pashmina asked with bug eyes.

"Yes. Is there a problem with that? I figured it was your first language," Bijou replied, tucking away her mirror into her messenger bag.

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Authors note: I really like this story don't you agree….I have some pretty bad news folks….Celestial Night gave up writing on Many people have taken the ham-human idea from her when she started it. She has told me that people take her ideas and she will take it no longer take the abuse so she wanted me to put her story up. Remember to read and review!!!!!! And remember, Celestial was one of a kind. Flame me all you want, she and I have all the proof that she started with the ham-humans first!!!!!