Summary: Fond de l'étang have a problem. Students from a mixed, public school in Japan are coming to visit. And they're stricter than they thought! When Pierre Morhange witnesses one of the cold, distant students displaying a kind act to Pepinot, he swore to see what was underneath her tough shell.

Mathieu is in this story, I'm not letting that awesome old guy get sent away! ;-; So...random thing, yeah? xD boredom happened. Shitty start, I know. Ples dunt judge meee

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The journey to France was long and above all, boring. A few students were itching to practice many things but sadly, they could not disturb the other passengers. They were all fidgeting by the time they had arrived at the boarding school for troubled young boys, each student standing straight and with fierce looking expressions.

It wasn't until the boys of Fond De L'etang were called out did chatter fill up the courtyard. Silence fell when a command was yelled for quiet. When all was quiet,the Japanese teacher took a step forward

"We have arrived. I have to tell you not to dull my students. My students can speak Japanese, Chinese, French, English, Spanish, German, etcetera, etcetera." The short haired woman looked out amongst the Fond De l'etang boys. "My students are trained in capoeira, jujitsu, kick boxing, kung fu, karate, aikido, so on and so forth. They are trained in using weaponry. They are trained in playing instruments and in my class, all have succeeding in singing." The strict woman cried, a firm grip on her clipboard. She paced in front of her students who stared ahead with blank expressions. The boys all started muttering to each other.

"Silence!" Rachin yelled, shutting them up. With a smirk, he turned to the Japanese woman. "Will you be willing to show us your best students displaying something?" He honestly didn't believe that they knew those things. Sensei Aiwa snapped her fingers.

"Higurashi, tessen! Fuji, sickle chain! First to draw blood wins!" She commanded.

A girl and a boy both came out onto the floor. Higurashi was a girl with long raven hair that reached just at her fingertips and piercing blue eyes. The boy, Fuji, had dark brown hair tied into a high ponytail and dark brown eyes. Higurashi whipped out her weapons which were two navy blue fans with the yin-yang symbols on them. The French boys started to think that she was obviously going to lose with those frail looking things. Fuji grabbed a sickle that was attached to his back and twirled it above his head by the chain. Both stood, awaiting for a signal.

"Begin!" Aiwa declared and Fuji went first, throwing his sickle forth. Higurashi dodged it swiftly to the side. Fuji yanked his sickle back but he was a little too late when Higurashi got close, slicing at his cheek. He moved back quickly and a bit of his fringe was sliced. The boys looked shocked until they noticed the blades on the fan. They stared,transfixed as the two fought. Higurashi ducked when the sickle almost sliced at her neck, a strand of hair being cut off in the process. Noticing how his sickle was quite a distance from Fuji, Higurashi darted forward and with one fan closed, made her way closer to him. The chain was yanked back and Higurashi lifted a closed fan and the chain got caught around it. Fuji tried to pull to take away one of her weapons but Higurashi pulled, taking the chain out of his hands. She shook the chain off before tackling Fuji and, with a flick of the wrist and the blades of a fan, made a small cut on his cheek.

"Higurashi wins! Just like my prized student always does!" Aiwa looked proudly at the female as she got up, and helped Fuji up.

"Good battle, Higurashi, Kagome." Fuji bowed. Higurashi bowed back.

"Good battle, Fuji, Kohaku." She mumbled and they got back in line. Higurashi felt eyes on her and she snapped her blue orbs to the side only to clash with green ones. It was that angel-faced boy, Pierre Morhange. She raised a questioning eyebrow but turned away. Aiwa warned them about these boys and Aiwa particularly believed that Higurashi could do what no one could.

Tame the dastardly devil that was Morhange. Higurashi knew better, though. She knew not to change someone into a person their not. Soon, all the students were dismissed and the Japanese pupils wandered around the school, trying to satisfy their curiosity of the building. Higurashi had chanced talking to a young boy, who was alone. She knelt down, her hard expression softening. Morhange watched her curiously as she tilted her head.

"What's your name?" She questioned. The little boy stared at her.

"Pepinot."He murmured quietly.

"Where are your friends, Pepinot?"

"I don't have any." Pepinot looked away. Higurashi's eyes widened slightly at that.

"Well, Pepinot." Higurashi held out her hand. "I'm Higurashi, Kagome, but call me Kagome. I will be your friend."

Morhange stared at the small exchange with wide eyes. The cold-looking female was kind, even if she didn't look it. It was then that he swore to break that cold barrier and see what was hidden inside.