"Cool n' Spicy~!" Everyone coo-ed, or whatever the heck you want to call it. I refrained from rolling my eyes. All I did was said my name. I could feel their eyes boring into my soul as if I was a painting in a art gallery. It also took everything in me not to run out of the class room and hide. It's amazing how people can't tell I'm absolutely terrified of them, every single one of them. Thank goodness for façades.

"Alright, Himamori." The dense teacher started. I glared at him. I can't tell if he was being rude or was down right stupid.

"Hinamori." I clarified, again. I feel like I need to record me saying my own name.

"Himamori, you can sit next to Tsukiyomi-kun." I might be afraid of everyone, but that was plain out annoying. He couldn't fix ONE syllable! He grinned as he waved his hand as if he's granting me permission to go. I just starred at him. He does realize that there are five open seats, right? When he realized I wasn't moving, he raised a brow at me and looked a little irritated. "You don't know who Tsukiyomi-kun is yet?" He asked with his eyes widening in shock. I shook my head once. I heard a few people gasp. This time, I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. First, they freaked out when I turned away that weird blonde dude, and now they freak out that I don't know someone on my first day of school. These people are really stupid. "Tsukiyomi-kun, please raise your hand." The teacher asked. I looked around the class room. The boy with blue hair in the corner near the window raised his hand. I almost smirked at the new revolution; I got the window seat. I gladly walked over to the seat. I could feel people's eyes on me with every step I took. It's been like that since I got here. I really wish they would stop. There was nothing different about me besides my pink hair. I would be shaking at the moment if it wasn't for my façade. I coolly slipped into my seat as people started to whisper. The dude that was sitting in front of me turned towards me with a worried expression. Why on earth did that dude have long hair? Was it supposed to be some sort of fashion statement or something? Why does he look familiar?

"Be careful of him, Hinamori-san." He whispered, even though the entire class can hear him. I'll be careful of him though, him and everyone else on the planet. "He sent a bunch of seniors into a coma in his first year here." His voice trembled slightly. I just shrugged and looked out the window as I propped my head in my hand.

"I'm sure he had his reasons." I stated off hand-ly as I watched the birds fly away. The class room got really quiet but I could tell their eyes never left me though. It felt as if my skin was on fire just from them looking at me. Just turn away now. Can't you all tell that I'm not interested? Leave me alone already. I placed my other hand under the table to hide the shaking. If they all knew I was terrified of them, they'd use it to their advantage. Just like the others did. The teacher coughed a couple of times, removing the eyes off of me. When he started his lesson, I let out the breath I was holding. I just continued to stare outside, this time though, I let my mind wonder away. I started thinking of ideas of to make this lesson more exciting. What if tiny flying people were in the class room and only certain people could see? What if these tiny people, came from the people themselves? How would that work? Why would these tiny people come from these people? I heard a paper hit something hard near by. I lifted my head and looked at my desk. There was a paper on my desk, not mine because I didn't get any out. I looked ahead and that dude was taking notes, not looking back even once. I looked to the blue hair dude. He was balancing a pencil on his nose while he stared at the teacher. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes, looked at the paper, then back at me before looking back at the teacher. The note was from him. I looked up to the teacher, who was writing on the board. I unfolded the piece of paper. I raised a brow at it. He wasn't asking for my name nor was he saying hi nor thanks.

If you could be anything in the world, what would you be?

I tilted my head at it. It was basically saying, 'What do you desire to be'. What if those tiny people, came from the people's inner most desires? Their desire to be something else? I looked back to the blue hair dude in the corner of my eyes. He had unknowingly helped me with my day dream. Wait a second. Why the heck would he ask me this? I had to answer him though but… What do I want to be? An animal or something? I decided to put that down, to stall some time. I quickly tossed the note back to him. I stared outside again. I would some day like to be a bride, but that was every girl's dream and there was no way I was going to tell him that. That and my phobia of people basically destroy that desire so there is no use thinking about it. Well, if I can't talk to people about my issues, I need a way to express them or something, right? Maybe I could be artistic. I do draw on every single work sheet that they give us. I have too much energy for that though. I like going to runs and stuff, maybe even sports if I wasn't so scared. Athletic, maybe? Cooking is fun though; I need to be able to clean to cook. Maybe even take care of my 'future husband'. What would you call that though? Motherly? Having friends would be cool though. Making people smile and stuff. Being able to comfort and make them laugh. That would be what? Radiant? I heard the paper hit my desk again.

It doesn't have to be. Just, anything.

Silently glaring at the paper, I cursed him inwardly. So much for the help. I grabbed my pencil and wrote my thoughts from earlier.

I want to be Athletic, Artist; I guess the term would be motherly, and radiant.

I tossed the paper back to him. Maybe he'll stop from there-. The paper was back on my desk. I glared at the paper as if it annoyed every fiber of my being. I just wanted to day dream. I opened it up.

Motherly? You want to have kids?

I would've smacked my own face if we weren't in the middle of class. I grabbed my pencil, again.

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! I meant like being good at cooking and cleaning and I couldn't think of the word! PERVERT!

I tossed the paper back at him. I kept the pencil in my hands, seeing as though he probably won't stop writing back. I could hear him snicker. I felt a vein pop on my head. He wrote that just to get a reaction out of me? I heard the paper hit my desk again.

How many kids do you want?

Did you not read what I wrote earlier? THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!

I practically scribbled the words. Man, I wish class would let up soon. This pervert is getting annoying.

So you don't want kids? Are you sure you're a girl?

I'm going to rip my hair out before the end of class.

Seeing as though I don't have anything dangling between my legs and I have two sacks of fat on my chest. Yes, I'm sure.

Then why don't you want to have kids.

I never said I didn't. I just don't like thinking that far into my future.

So you've never thought about you wedding day?

Nope.

I don't believe you're a girl.

Well, you don't have to believe it for it to be true.

Whatever you say princess… If an elephant and a hippo jumped off the Eiffel tower, which one would you rather be hit with?

Are they full grown or just babies?

The note paused. He usually wrote back immediately. I looked over at him with a raised brow. He was staring at awe at the paper. What? He looked at me with the same look. What? Did I write something wrong? I could hear some of the classmates whispering but I didn't care. He finally stopped staring and started writing back. I calmed down a bit as the paper hit my desk. This was diffidently more fun than listening in to the teacher.

Full grown.

I pictured the hippo and the elephant falling from the Eiffel tower.

Elephant's limbs are long. It would take longer to die if I was hit with them. Hippo, That way I have a quicker death.

You actually thought about it?

Yeah? That surprises you because?

No one has taken these questions seriously.

One, don't compare me to them. It's insulting. Two, I like to day dream. These questions give me different things to day dream about.

I could clearly hear him chuckle. His voice was deep. Why am I taking notice of this? Why am I even getting comfortable with this guy? He's just a pervert! He's just like everyone else. He'll just use you with out a care for what you like… The bell rung, ending our class, I quickly grabbed my belongings and left before he could say anything to me. Next class iisss… I don't remember. I let out a deep breath before bringing my bag up so I could look through it. What the heck did I do with that stupid paper?! Ha, ha~! Found it~! I havvee… math next. Well. This sucks. I hate school. I hate being around so many people. Maybe I should be an artist when I get older. That way, I won't have be around others more so than necessary. I put the paper up, this time some where I could easily access it. I held my bag over my shoulder just like I did this morning.

"Pinky, wait up." I heard someone shout. I glared over my shoulder. A short girl that looked like a doll was glaring at me, just not with the same intensity that I do. She wasn't afraid though. She stood her ground.

"Don't call me pinky." I growled. People here are just rude and stupid. All but the blue haired dude; he's the school pervert. Why can't these people just leave me alone? Can't they tell I want nothing to do with them?

"Whatever, just tell me what you and Tsukiyomi were talking about." She demanded. I rolled my eyes at her. This made her intensify her glare. Take a deep breath Amu… Don't let your legs start shaking. You can do this. Don't let them know.

"Well, sorry, your highness." I mocked. "But I don't kiss and tell." I turned my heels to walk away.

"What do you mean you don't kiss and tell? Did you two kiss or something?" She asked. I rolled my eyes at her again.

"Yeah, we so kissed in the middle of class." I remarked sarcastically. "I mean, I don't tell the world every little aspect of my life. I believe in something called a personal life." I walked away. Now, hopefully, they'll leave me alone. I took one more deep breath before walking into math. Someone, kill me now…

Lunch! Thank goodness! I am starving! I sat down on the roof of the school while holding on the bento box. I opened up the bento and… I grabbed Ami's this morning. Ami is going to be upset when we get home. I would go and take it to her but mom didn't show me where Ami's school was. Well, this sucks. I held up a little octopus. I hate these things, what am I going to do with them?

"Meow~." I jumped a bit. I looked to the corner of the roof, where the meow came from, and saw a midnight black cat. The tree next to that corner would explain how it got up here. What was it doing at the school though?

"What are you doing up here?" I asked it. It stood up and walked over towards me. It's eyes stayed on the octopus. I raised a brow at the cat. I move the octopus in the air a little to the left. The cat's head moved to follow the octopus. I moved the octopus back over to the right. The cat's head moved again. I giggled at the cat. "Next time just say so.' I told the cat as I dropped the octopus in front of it. He picked up the octopus and jumped into my lap while purring. I held up Ami's bento a little higher. When the cat settled down and started eating did I smile. I started eating some of the rice. I heard something shuffle next to me. I jumped again, but not bad enough where the cat as startled. It just seemed to purr even more. I looked to my right and Tsukiyomi was sitting there. He had his sandwich in his lap while he was looking around his bag for something. "You could've told me you were here before deciding to scare me." I grumbled. Tsukiyomi chuckled at me. I wasn't too bothered by it. I still don't understand why he doesn't bother me like everyone else does. If it had been anyone else, I would've just got up and left. I just shrugged before giving the cat another octopus. I heard a piece of paper being waved. I turned and saw that Tsukiyomi was holding up a piece of paper. I grabbed it so he could at least take a bite out of his lunch.

You a vegetarian?

"No, I just don't like these." I said as I dropped another octopus down. Why do I give Ami so many of these?

Then why did your mom put them in there?

"She didn't. I make lunches for everyone. I just happened to grab the wrong one."

Why not go get yours, then?

"I don't know where the elementary school is." I shrugged it off. He held out his already bitten sandwich towards me, offering me a bite. "Thanks but no thanks." I declined as I took another bite of rice. "Didn't you bring more than a sandwich?" I asked. He shook his head. "How can you survive going through school on just a sandwich?" He shrugged. I blinked a couple of times. If I had to go through school on just a sandwich, I'd die. Wait, I thought that dudes were supposed to eat more than girls do. This is weird. I just shook off the thought for now. I placed my bento on his lap as I grabbed my bag of strawberries from my bag. He placed the bento in my lap. "No, you need to eat." I said as I placed the bento back in his lap. "I always have strawberries to eat anyways."

How is that any better than just a sandwich?

"Cause I already ate half of the bento. You can eat the other half." Why the heck was I doing this again? I was supposed to be avoiding people, not helping them and giving away my food. The cat had fallen asleep in my lap. Great. My legs were going to sleep too. "Why don't you just pack a bento, or at least something more than a sandwich?" He just shrugged. "And your family?" He tensed up at the question. I raised a brow at him. He grabbed the paper and wrote.

We don't get along too well.

"That doesn't mean they can't make sure you actually eat." I grumbled.

Why do you even care?

Like I know! I don't even know why I'm sitting here! Heck! I don't even know why I'm not shaking!

"What? I'm suppose to be heartless and watch someone starve to death?" I rhetorically asked. He just rolled his eyes at me and I did it right back at him. The bell rung, surprisingly, it wasn't so loud up here. I heard Tsukiyomi writing something on the paper but I was just gathering up my things. "Sorry, cat." I apologized, as I had to push the cat out of my lap. It meowed at me before heading back over to the corner where I first saw it. I grabbed my book bag. Tsukiyomi was already standing up, waiting for me, I guess. He handed me my bento box as he held a paper up for me to read. I place my bento box in my book bag before reading it.

Thanks for the food. You're not that bad at cooking. Tell me when you change your mind about the 'motherly' thing.

I knew exactly what he meant. My heart beat was speeding up and I heard Tsukiyomi chuckling. I bet you I was blushing. I glared up at the boy.

"Why should I tell a pervert like you if I decide if I want kids or not?!" I screamed at him. He just smirked at me. "Get rid of that smirk, Tsukiyomi." I demanded. Where the heck was this coming from? I don't scream at people. I run away. What the heck was happening to me? Tsukiyomi shook his head before grabbing a pencil. He walked around me and used my back as a desk. "I'm not a writing board! Get off of me!" I yelled but I didn't move. I didn't even struggle. He shoved the paper in my face.

My name is Ikuto.

"Find then, Ikuto. If I have to call you Ikuto, then you have to call me Amu." I declared. He smirked back at me again. I narrowed my eyes at him. Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to see that smirk a lot more often? Instead of doing anything, he just turns and walks away. That was when I decide to slap my face. Crap. My face is still warm. I'm still blushing. I fed his frickin' ego.

Dear …

School had finished for toady. It was more interesting than I thought it would be. There is this guy that sits next to me in homeroom. His name is Tsukiyomi Ikuto, he doesn't scare me like everyone else does. I can't seem to understand why though. After what happened all those years ago, Psychologists said I may never get over my fear of being around others again. So, Why? Why does that blue haired pervert not scare me?

He didn't talk at all. I've heard him chuckle a couple of times though. I think I amuse him in some way. I can tell his voice is deep though. He just passed noted to me. First he asked me

'If you could be anything you wanted, what would you want to be?'

No one had ever asked me something like that. It got me thinking though. I got to thinking about a lot of things today because of Ikuto. That would take too long for me to write though. I did decide though, that I would want to be Athletic (To have the energy to do everything I would like to do), artistic (Future occupation, maybe?), I made the mistake of calling this one motherly (I meant it as being good at cleaning and cooking and stuff like that. The pervert thought I meant I wanted kids.), and radiant. I want to make people smile. That's good right? If I ever get over my fear, maybe, I can?

Then he decided to ask me, 'If an elephant and a hippo jump off the Eiffel tower, which one would I rather get hit with?' Crazy right? Is it odd though, that I can't wait to see what other questions he comes up with?

Ikuto may be a pervert but I've made one mistake about him. He's not like everyone else… He's different. Maybe going to a new school is a blessing in disguise?

Hinamori Amu.