A/N: This is short. Just testing the waters so far. This will eventually have vivid, mature scenes, so if you feel uncomfortable with things of that nature, this story is not for you. If you have no qualms, hello! And welcome to this Alternative Universe inspired by Kasbo- Call (ft Cheney).

"What's," I yawn, "the big deal?"

"Are you kidding?! Have you never heard of her?"

I shake my head. "No. And by the look of her, I don't see the big fuss. She's not that pretty," I dismiss as I watch her walk across the quad.

"Can you not see her beauty?" Keigo voice rises. "Look at her chest." I do. Her breasts are huge. They nearly pop out of her sundress that she's wearing. "Look at her legs." My eyes trail down, passing her flat stomach and her shapely hips to view her long legs, which is weird because she is so short. "Look at her face." I glance to her face, which is framed by burnt orange hair. I take in her big smile that shows too much teeth. I try to look into her eyes, but she's wearing sunglasses.

"Like I said, she's not that pretty," I tell him as I look back down at my book.

"You know, I've seen your one-night stands, Ichigo. Who are you trying to fool? None of them can compare to her."

"I guess she's just not my type."

He scoffs like he finds it unbelievable. "She is everyone's type," he states.

"Well, not mine."

"In what way is she not to your liking, your majesty?" He mocks.

I roll my eyes.

"She seems…too prissy. Like she's an uptight and prudish goody-two shoes. She might have a great body, but I'm pretty sure she is wearing a chastity belt. So let me repeat it. She is not my type."

He obnoxiously guffaws.

"You've really never heard of her."

"Stop giving me that condescending look." He doesn't. "Don't force me to make you stop," I warn.

"Sorry. I just can't help it! I don't know how you made it this long without hearing about her."

"Will you stop exaggerating? You make it sound like she's some kind of deity."

"Well, some people do call her a goddess, but her official title is a bit different."

"Official title? Geez, some people have too much time on their hands." I rake a hand through my hair.

"Do you even want to know what they call her?"

"Not really," I respond.

He stares at me. "I'll never understand what goes on in your head."

"I don't want you to."

"You are—shush!"

"I wasn't talking."

"Shush! She's coming!" He whispers excitedly before he stands up. I twist in my seat to see him bow his head as she approaches.

"G-good morning, Inoue-san!"

She stops walking, and she looks at him. A smile breaks across her face.

"Good morning! Asano-kun, is it?"

Keigo nearly faints. "Yes! You're right! I can't believe you remembered me!"

She just smiles and nod. "Well, if you'd excuse me. The line is getting long."

"Oh, of course. Sorry for interrupting you!"

"That's quite alright. Have a good day," she passes him. She never once glanced my way.

"You too!" He shouts as he sits back down.

He is nearly vibrating in his seat.

"She remembered your name, so what?"

"No! You don't understand," he whispers loudly. "She remembered me! That means I have a chance!"

I laugh. "At dating her? Sorry to break it to you, but I think she's a little out of your league."

"Not at dating her. She doesn't date," he explains.

"Then a chance at what?"

In a serious voice, he says, "She's on the hunt…and I want to be her new prey."