Authors note: Hello yellow jello! I'm back and I wanted to make a fanfic on Iku and Dojo in middle school! I was going to do a high school one but I don't know what it's like so... Yea hope you like! I'm practicing doing this in first person so don't judge harshly but still judge me! Read rate and review Kk! (sorry if the characters are OOC but I hope you'll enjoy the story)

Disclaimer: I don't own library wars or any of its characters, OR Hondas. :p

Iku's POV

"Iku! You're going to be late!" My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I know!" I yelled as I pulled my white top over my head and slipped on my blue jeans. Grabbing my black running shoes and one shoulder strap backpack, I ran down the stairs. "I'm leaving mom!" I yelled as I yanked the door open, grabbed my book bag and hurriedly put on my shoes.

"Iku! Be careful you don't want to trip and scrap your knee!" Rolling my eyes I slammed the door closed and raced down the street. The morning air whipped around me as I sped off to Kanto middle school. I had only five minutes to make it before the bell and I wanted to start the first day of my sixth grade year without any tardiness. Just great! I only have three minutes now and I'm two blocks away! I hurried my pace and ran onto the street clutching my book bag to my chest. This bag never left my side and was never left empty. It's my most cherished possession. As I ran down the street someone ran past me, causing me to drop my book bag onto the middle of the street. Horrified, I quickly ran back to pick it up, throwing my school bag across the street where it landed on the side walk. What happened next came so fast I barely realized what was happening. I heard a loud blast of a horn, a sound of the painful screech of tires resisting the concrete, and I saw a blur of a grey Honda. In a heartbeat I was on the road floor, my left arm and side of my head scraping against it. I let out a small scream as I felt weight against my body and a pair of arms wrap around me. I was pulled up and was being held into someone's hard chest as I skid down the street. The road heat burned my now bleeding arm, as I let out a gasp. The sounds of people screaming, worrying voices and running feet echoed in my head along with someone's heavy breathing beneath me.

"You're ... Fucking... Stupid..." A voice said. And those were the last words I heard before I blacked out.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Shut up! I thought as I turned in the bed. My head was pounding and the annoying beeping noise continued. I couldn't remember anything but my name. Groaning, I lifted my head groggily. There was brightness; it was too much that I couldn't bear with it! I blinked several times before everything cleared. I was in a small room, a light, cream colored wall with a large window giving me light and a clear view of the city. There was a small table with a lamp right next to me and the bed in which I laid in had railings. I was filled with confusion as I turned my head the other direction, where the irritating beeping came from. My head spun and I felt dizzy from spinning my head to fast that I grabbed my head and let out a small whimper. There was a sound of someone turning in their sheets and I glanced up to see a boy. He had fair skin, dark black hair, and equally dark brown eyes that seemed to see right through me! His head was bandaged and he had needles in his left arm. He looked me up and down and as an instinct I covered myself with my arms. I looked down to see I was wearing a weird gown. That's when my memories came back and everything sunk in. The beeping, the beds, the bandages and needles that were on me and the boy, the gowns. I was in the hospital; I was nearly ran over but was saved. But by who?

"Are you okay?" The boy asked his voice strangely familiar. I stared at him for a minute before slowly nodding my head. The guy let out a sigh of relief before closing his eyes in frustration and turning so he faces the ceiling. "You blockhead! Why did you run right in the middle of the street?! You could have been killed if I hadn't rushed in! Are you stupid?!" He huffed in anger and turned his head to look at me. Only when he said that did I realize that he had saved me. I'm really stupid to not figure out by now.

"I was in a hurry to get to school okay! Geez! I wasn't paying attention!"

"Obviously! Damn now my back hurts because of you!" The boy gave out a small groan.

"Well! Excuse me but nobody asked you to save me!" I snapped.

"Yea and if I hadn't you wouldn't be here would you! Idiot I saved your life! And you're arguing with me saying I didn't have to! Some thanks!" The boy sat up and I noticed his chest was bandaged and a little bloody. I felt a wave of guilt as I stared at him. Because of me, this stranger got hurt. The guy noticed my stare and cocked his head to one side. "Why are you staring at me like that?" He asked. I shook my head and looked him in the eye.

"I'm... Really sorr-"

"Don't." The guy interrupted

.

"Wha...what?"

"I don't want you to apologize. I did what I had to. So just can it." He said. He wasn't being mean but come on! I had to at least apologize!

"Well then... Thank you...for saving me..." We were silent for a while and he broke the silence with a sigh.

"You're... Welcome. Just... Next time, please, don't forget to look where you're going!" I simply nodded as the doctor came in.

"Good, you two are awake. I'm Ms. Yakama your doctor." She said, seating herself down next to the boy. "How are you feeling Mr. Dojo? Any back pain, does your head feel fine?" The doctor asked, checking his bandages.

"I feel fine." Dojo said. Ms. Yakama nodded then walked over to me.

"How about you sweetheart? You feel okay?" I nodded in response and the doctor smiled. "Good. Well! Today was interesting wasn't it! Ms. Kasahara, I hope you learned your lesson. You're lucky that young man saved you or you wouldn't be alive. But next time, and please don't let there be a next time, look before you cross. Okay?" I simply nodded my head again. Ms. Yakama smiled and stood up. "Okay both your families are down in the lobby," she said while taking off our needles, ", you two may leave. Be careful next time alright."That's when I realized I was missing something.

"Oh my god! Where is my book bag!?" I screamed in horror, looking around the room frantically. I heard the doctor chuckle.

"Don't worry dear. Your bag was left with your parents, who would like the both of you to come down to them so they could just stop worrying. So get up and change okay?''

Both Dojo and I replied with a small "yes ma'm" before getting up and closing the curtains to change into our clothes which were left on a chair. I groaned, already aware of what awaited me outside in the lobby. Moms going to kill me! I thought as I opened the curtain to see Dojo fully dressed as well. I walked towards the exit with him following close behind. We walked in silence and as we came close to the lobby, he grabbed my elbow, pulling me back. I stared at him in confusion as he stared down at me. I stared back into his eyes and we stayed that way for a good two minutes. I noticed he was about a few inches shorter than me and let a small giggle pass my lips. He leaned forward a little and my heart began racing.

"I'm only going to say this once. I admire the fact that you would risk your life for your books but next time please, don't do anything stupid okay?" he said seriously. "This will be last time we see each other, I hope..." He muttered and I felt a little irritated at his words. "Stay safe... Kasahara." He whispered before patting my head and walking away towards the lobby. I was left speechless and slightly irritated and depressed. Sighing I walked towards the lobby and was viciously attack with hugs by my mother, who was sobbing loudly and my dad looked like he had been crying as well. I looked past my parents to see Dojo walk away with his parents. Feeling depressed I let out a sigh and tried to get away from my mother's death grip.

The day ended with me getting another lecture from both of my parents but I blocked them out, clutching my book bag to my chest. I just couldn't get Dojo out of my head and as I climbed into bed I found myself reading one of my favorite fairy tales. The prince in the story reminded me of him, in so many ways. Like how he saved me today, and telling me to be safe, concerned for me. My heart fluttered at the thought of Dojo and as I drifted to sleep I whispered in the dark.

"Dojo? I hope I see you again. You are my Prince Charming... Thank you..." I fell into a peaceful dreamless sleep.

Dojo's POV

I lay down on my bed with a sigh. My back was killing me and my head was pounding. The scratches on my right arm stung and it hurt to move. Honestly, I could live with it. Really, it was only to be expected, what with me playing super hero and everything. I didn't really mind, because I was able to save her. That's all I was hoping for. I didn't have to do anything, like the assholes that just stood and watched as the blonde girl ran at an incredible speed, expecting her to get run over. I couldn't just stand there and watch! And as I pushed through every one to get to her, I felt strange. I felt the urge to protect the girl, a feeling I don't get often. And to see her in bandages was painful but to see her alive was a relief. I don't know why, it just was. It seemed worth missing the first day of eighth grade to save her. What was her name again...? Kasahara? Kasahara... I thought as I rolled over on my stomach. The only light in the room was the moon light and shone through my window, bathing my room in its dimmed brightness. I felt my eyelids weigh down as words rolled of my tongue and it took me a few seconds to figure out what I had just said.

"Kasahara, stay safe please… just stay safe…" I said that as I passed out, a confusing smile on my lips.

The next morning, I woke up and walked over to my mirror. The scars were less painful and my head wasn't pounding any more. Sighing, I got ready for school. As time flew by, I found myself thinking more and more about Kasahara. Damn it I just can't get her out of my head and if I don't Komaki, Tezuka, and Genda are definitely going to notice! I walked out the door quietly because my mother was still asleep and hurried in the cold morning air. The walk to Kanto middle school wasn't long and I spent it practicing on keeping myself under control...somewhat. As I walked towards the entrance, I felt a hard slap on the back, causing me to scream in pain. Genda grabbed hold of my shoulder, a smile spread across his lips.

"Dojo! You're alive! Good to know nothing can kill you ahahahaha!" The boy said boastfully. Genda was really buff and he was incredibly strong for an eighth grader. I let out a groan and I felt another hand on my shoulder.

"I heard you saved a girl from being crushed by a car. Very brave of you Dojo." Komaki, one of my best friends, said calmly. Being reminded of Kasahara, I let a small smile form on my lips.

"Yea... I guess..." I said hazily. Genda gave me a puzzled look then burst out laughing.

"Oh you got it bad man! You're in love!" He said loudly. Everyone within twelve feet turned around and I started growing irritated.

"Shut up Genda! You're attracting attention! And no I am not! I barely even know Kasahara!" As soon as I said this, I mentally slapped myself. Why would I tell them her name!?

"Oh! So your princess's name is Kasahara? Interesting. Maybe we can find out her classes." Komaki said thoughtfully. I felt my cheeks burn as I glared at my friend

"No it's not like that! I barely know her! So shut it! I got to go or ill be late to my first class" I stormed off with Komaki and Genda chuckling behind me.

"DENIAL!" Genda yelled.

"I. AM. NOT!" I turned around quickly and bumped into someone. I lost my balance and fell backwards onto my back, taking whoever I had bumped into with me. I heard small squeak as I winced at the sharp pain that was sent on my back. I had one arm around someone's tiny frame and someone's hands were placed on my chest. I saw familiar short blond hair and held my breath. She looked up and her eyes widen, as did mine. I heard Komaki and Genda run over but I had eyes for only her. I struggled to find my voice but it was back within seconds.

"Ka... Kasahara?!"

Authors note: Okay! That was the fanfic and I feel that I should continue it! What do you guys think? Should I? Give me five reviews if you want me to continue or else I won't and ill leave this as a one shot. I still hope to see your reviews because you guys are just epic and are so nice when you leave me comments! Honestly I want to continue this story but only if you guys reeeeally want me and LaLa I'll try and make a DojoxShibazaki fanfic but it won't be easy cause I can't really see them as a couple. Anyway, so R&R and you'll hear from me real soon kk!Ja ne! HAPPY VALENTINES! 3