Disclaimer for this whole story - I don't own Shugo Chara. I'd love to, but I don't. It's as simple as that.

I've gotta admit, I'm pretty impressed with myself. Even though it happened a few days ago, I am still marveling at my ability. Only three weeks into the school year, and I was already expelled. Nice. Of course, it didn't help that the school had been so incredibly boring. Yamada Miyuki was not going to stay at a boring school for long. I swung the sack that I was carrying happily as I walked down the sidewalk back to my house. Inside it, the uniform for my new school sat, just waiting for tomorrow when I would wear it for the first time. I've also gotta admit that I was pretty impressed with my parents. In less than a week after my... incident, they already had me ready to go to a new one. I half suspected that they had been expecting me to do something that would get me expelled. But that remained just a theory.

On the outside, I guess I probably looked kinda weird, as compared to the average Japanese girl. My clothing wasn't too out there - a black and purple skirt that went to just above my knees, a mainly black tank-top like shirt with some splashes of purple, pink, and red on it, as well as some stylish black flats. I'm not too into my fashion, but I nonetheless end up buying things that look - well, good. Now it was when you came to my hair that you got to the odd part. Unlike most japanese people, my hair was a sort of dark blonde, courtesy of my american-born mother. Even odder than that are the purple streaks dyed into my hair. And it was short. I mean, guy-length short. Eccentric, yes. Weird, yes. Totally me - totally yes. My eyes are blue, but not that annoying, bright blue color - in truth, most people really classified it as a gray. A gray color with a slight bluish tint to it.

I like my gray eyes. They sorta fit my ideals.

Around my neck hung the one item I would never go anywhere without - a silver dragon medallion, hung on a black cord that was short enough to be called a choker, but long enough that it didn't bother me at all. The dragon was perched on top of a spherical, opalescent, partially see-through gem, and its tail curled around the bottom of it. I had started wearing it about a year ago, when my family had taken a trip to America to meet my mother's side of the family. Since buying it on that trip, I've never taken it off. Ever. I was a dragon maniac even then, and that necklace just seemed to capture the essence of who I was. While the necklace was nice to look at, the dragon itself sort of gave off an aura of danger and evil about it. I thought that fit me perfectly.

Before I knew it, I had made it back at my house. My mom was sitting in the kitchen, but I didn't say a word to her. Not like I was angry or anything. I simply chose not to talk to her or my father most of the time. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom, laid down on my bed, and simply stared at the ceiling. I liked to think, even if there was nothing about my life exciting to think about.

My life is so boring. That was my first thought. I mean, no matter how many times I got expelled or in trouble for doing things I shouldn't, it wasn't what I was looking for. I want adventure. Fantasy. And people always say that you regret wishes once you get them, but I knew I would never be content unless something did happen to me. Main characters always seem to feel inconvenienced by all the pain or work or sorrow or whatever they had to go through after being given some incredible fantasy gift. Despite that, I still want something - anything - to happen to me. I don't want to be a goody two-shoes who feels obliged to save the world or help people or feel sorry when someone dies. In recent months, a sort of... dark mood has crept over my mind. Like an infection, it filled that desire for fantasy and turned me into something I could make reality. A person who didn't want to be noble. It makes me feel different, which I always felt was a good thing. What was so good about being noble anyways? It was only the noble main characters who really suffered. All because they got close to someone or wanted to help everyone. And I hated that.

I let my mind sorta explore that evilness within me for a while. Examine the times when I enjoyed having power over others, as well as the times when I've laughed at others pain. Other people have even said I had an evil laugh. I'd tried to do it on purpose before, but it was never right then. But if someone else was in pain or did something that was easy to laugh at, then apparently, my evil laugh came out. It was the only time I had a decent sounding laugh; at any other time, it sounded like a hyperventilating fox or something. I suppose I don't really want to commit myself to being evil - but I want power. I want to be important. I want to be different. And I don't want to be the idiot main character who's so terribly righteous. It makes me gag.

Eventually, I started entertaining myself by working on my novel. I often said to myself that I loved writing and that I wanted to do it when I grew up, but I knew that wasn't true. The only reason I loved to write was to live out my dreams of fantasy - especially my dragon based dreams. Right now in the story, it focused on four main characters. Three were noble idiots. One was not. Bet you can't guess who my favorite is. I thought that later, I might have that character turn into a dragon to match her personality: someone who has power, and doesn't base how she uses that power on anything so deluded as moral principles. This was a real dragon - not the wimpy spirits that the Japanese legends said were benevolent and inhabited rivers and helped humans.

I ate a silent dinner with my parents a bit later. Actually, not totally silent. They criticized me about my recent 'behavior' problems, and half begged, half ordered me to behave myself at this new school. What was it called again? Seiyo elementary school? No... Seiyo Academy. That was it. Just what I needed - some up-tight bunch of academy pansies.

I went on the internet a bit to finish off the day. I was in a kind of depressed mood, so I watched the last couple episodes of my favorite anime, Wolf's Rain. That always got me into a dark mood, which was my favorite kind of mood to be in. It was about ten 'o clock when I actually got into bed, but I could tell it was one of those nights when I couldn't fall asleep for well over an hour. It was my first day of school tomorrow, so to pass the hours waiting for sleep, I tried to decide what I would do this time. Give them a false name? Maybe I don't want to be Yamada Miyuki anymore. I wonder if they'll belive me if I say my name is actually Hoshina Miyuki, after that one singer... but no, that idea is too childish. Plus, the teachers will already know my name. Maybe I should try for a new record at how fast I can get expelled. I bet nobody could beat being expelled in one day. That's a possibility.

Maybe I should use my genius and be a model student. I shook myself, startled at the thought. NO! How could I even think that?

My mind continued to wander as I sat in the dark, fan whirring on high in the air above me. About ten minutes before falling asleep, around the time when I wouldn't be able to remember my thoughts the next morning, I finally decided what I should do. Actually, I suppose it was more of an unvoiced desire. A wish, you could say.

What I really want to do... I want to be the person I really want to be. I want to do what I want because I can do it on a whim, not because it's expected of me as whatever role I may be in - student, evildoer, protagonist, or even bully. I want to lose the nobleness that I still have. It's such a silly and useless concept. And I want power. I want power to come from my freeness, my ability to choose my actions based on what I feel like doing at the moment, not to be bound down by stereotypes. In short...

I want to be a dragon.

This is my first Shugo Chara fanfic, please review! I'm really writing this for all those people like me - who hate seeing the same story over and over again, where the main character is someone noble. Here's your chance to read something that is hopefully different. Of course, even if you like those stories, you're more than welcome to enjoy my humble fanfic. But I would really like reviews so that I know what I can do better. I'd really like to really write one day, and it's stuff like this that lets me know what I can improve on.

Also, please let me know about any mistakes I make with Japanese honorifics, spelling names, etc. I'd like to be corrected if I'm making the same mistake over and over again.