Chapter 1: Meet... who again? ( de arimasu! )
"Akori Utunashi. Thats my name. I am a transfer student. I was orignally born in Japan but my parents moved to the USA three years after I was born." Akori stood in front of her new class. Her hajr was a beautiful fiery red, and as it went down, the red got lighter. It was as though her hair was on fire. She had yellow eyes with a hint of purple swirled in. She smiled politely as she chose a seat in the back of the class. Lucky for her, Sergeant Keroro chose that day to study pekoponian children again. So when she sat in the back of class, sh was sitting next to some kids that dressed like bikers. But one had a red face, another a yellow face, and the third had a purplish face. She raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms on the desk and rested her head in them. The yellow one glanced at her. She noticed, and looked at him.
"What?" She asked, as he blushed.
"Just thought Id introduce myself. My name's Kululuko." He said.
"You can call me Utunashi." She smiled at him, and looked back at the sub. He strangely had a green face. She sighed and leaned back in her chair. The sub wrote his name in chalk. She covered her ears; she didnt like the sound. But after he wrote his name, the class seemed... different. She tried to ignore the pit at the bottom of her stomach, that had just now started bothering her. She looked at the three boys sitting by her. They didnt seem changed as the rest of the class was. She was suspicious of it all.
She was jerked from her thoughts by the ringing of the school bell. She stood quickly and gathered her things, but when she turned to leave, the three boys, and the teacher with the green face were looking down at her. She got an odd sinking feeling, as Kululu smirked. She looked at him with a hint of fear in her eyes, even if she didnt want to show it. But Kululu could see it; he was very good at reading other's expressions. Pretty soon though, the purple-faced one got bored and walked off. The rest did the same, leaving a very confused Akori Utunashi behind. She shook her head, trying not to think about it too much.
On her way home, she felt something fly by her head. She flinched down and tried to find the object. It had been a can. A can? She turned to see a group of boys a bit older than her jogging up. She gave them a frightened look as she picked up her pace. Not that it helped any. The boys still grabbed her shirt. "Hey! Fire Hair girl! You owe us our lunch money." The first boy spat in her face. She bit her lip. The boy frowned. "You know our deal, Akori. We get half of our lunch money and we leave you alone. Thing is, we havent got our lunch money. You wouldnt happen to have it? Would you?" He shoved her up against the wall, which left littte red marks on her arms. She shook her head, nit saying a word. He chuckled. "Well then boys, we're gonna be busy."