Miyako stared pitifully up at the three-story building that would be her school from now on, clutching her backpack to her chest. The crumbling red brick, yellow tinted windows and oversized wooden doors were not very friendly. Gulping softly, Miyako hugged her backpack tighter to her chest and walked forward, pulled on the large handle of the door, and walked inside.

She missed her old school, a lot. There she knew what group she fit into, who to avoid, whom to ask for help. Here... she was lost. Miyako looked blankly around the wide hallway, watching as a group of skimpily dressed girls pushed past her, laughing loudly as they passed a large bottle of Pepsi back and forth. Miyako gawked, glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. Looking down at her knee length red skirt, she blushed darkly, realizing just how out of place she was. Shinsei Gakuen was so strange. She had to be the most clothed person in the whole school!! With a little half smile, Miyako decided that this place might be good for her after all. This school was like a breath of fresh air after all the stuffy, snobby schools she had been to before. No one here looked even remotely alike... and they all looked to be having the time of their lives.

The sound of squeaking boots was all the warning she got before she was knocked on her arse by a speeding blur of black and purple.

"DAISUKE-CHAN!!!!" Miyako looked up just in time to see a pale, skinny boy with longish purple hair launch himself into the tan arms of a redheaded boy wearing a pair of goggles. A loud gasp and a peal of laughter came from the goggle boy as his tan arms wrapped themselves around the thin waist of the purple haired boy.

"Yo, Ken-kun." Daisuke chuckled softly pressing a kiss to Ken's lips as he set him down and smiling warmly at the shorter boy. Ken's joy was plain to see as he practically glowed at the small contact of lips on lips. Draping his arms around Daisuke's shoulders, he leaned up for a longer kiss. One tan finger pressed into his lips, stopping him inches from his goal.

"But before you welcome me back, why don't you help the poor new kid you nearly killed, ne?" Ken blinked, looking over his shoulder at Miyako. Flushing prettily, Ken pulled out of Daisuke's light embrace.

"Oh!! Gomen nasai!!!" Ken rushed forward and picked up Miyako's papers that had flown out of her backpack. Miyako smiled at Ken as she took the papers back and stuffed them into her bag.

"Don't worry about it. Ermm... atashi wa Inoue Miyako desu." Miyako stuck out her hand, grinning in her arrogant way. Ken smiled shyly, taking the offered hand.

"Boku wa Ichijouji Ken desu. Pleasure to meet you." Miyako took a small moment to look over the shorter boy, trying to get an image in her head to go with the name. Ken blinked at her, his violet eyes rimmed in black eyeliner, as he shifted from one huge black boot to the other. Her scrutiny was obviously upsetting him, but before she could do anything, Ken was wrapped in a pair of tan arms and Miyako found herself staring at the broad grin of Daisuke. He reached over and untangled Miyako and Ken's hands and shook her hand himself.

"Yo. Motomiya Daisuke, nice to meet ya and all, but Ken is mine, just so you know." Miyako blushed, as Ken narrowed his eyes and stomped on Daisuke's foot. Spinning around, Ken placed his hands on his hips and glared at Daisuke. Daisuke smiled sheepishly and softly murmured 'gomen'. Miyako giggled softly at the display. There was no doubt in her mind whom was in control here.

"Please excuse Daisuke. He can be a real moron sometimes." Ken looked up at the clock and gave a small yelp of surprise, "Shit! Class is starting... do you know what class you are going to?" Miyako shook her head, sighing. Ken nodded his head and grabbed Daisuke by the wrist.

"Come to our class then. It is really interesting." Miyako sweatdropped as she dashed after the gothic boy and his goggled headed boyfriend.

"But... I don't know for sure if I have your class." Ken smiled over his shoulder at her.

"You are new, aren't you?" Miyako flushed in embarrassment, and Ken laughed. "We choose our own classes here. I'll explain better later. Just come on."

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"So basically you do what ever you want. If you want to go to class, go to class. If you want to go home, go home. But if you get off track no one will help you get back on. It is kinda like college, only without paying anything. It is really nice to have so much freedom, but it also makes it a lot harder to stay on track. Almost no one graduates on time. We have a bit of a reputation for being at slacker school." Daisuke grinned cheekily at Miyako, winking, "I fit right in." Daisuke's brown eyes traveled over to 'his Ken-kun' as he called him and Daisuke smiled fondly. "I still can't figure out why my Ken-kun would want to come here, when almost any school in all of Japan would *pay* him to go there." Leaning back on the couch, he flipped through the messy notes in his lap.

"So. Any other questions?" Miyako shook her head, looking around the classroom in awe. Ratty couches sat in a semi circle around the teacher, and old posters of foreign films were tacked up badly on the walls. There were no desks, but a few tables and old wooden chairs placed behind the couches. The English teacher was a short lady with dancing blue eyes and shaky hands, who gestured wildly as she spoke excitedly about America. Miyako had never seen a teacher so excited about teaching before. It was rather nice to see a teacher so passionate about what she taught.

"Gomen! I am so sorry that I am late, Bobbi-san." Miyako looked up as a girl with short light brown came padding in and bowed to the teacher before sitting herself down next to a girl with pink hair. The two of them giggled softly to each other over something the pink haired girl had said, as the brown haired girl pulled out what looked to be a photo album and a box of markers. Bobbi-san blinked over at the late girl and smiled.

"Just don't let it happen again, Hikari-chan." Hikari smiled charmingly over at Bobbi as she curled her legs under her body and uncapped a marker. Miyako flushed as she realized she had been staring and quickly looked away, even though the image of the girl was imprinted in her mind. Sparkling red eyes... dark skintight jeans... almost see through pink tank top. AHOU! Stop thinking about Hikari... you don't even know her... Miyako's fingers tightened in her skirt as she looked at the chalk board like it was the most interesting thing she had ever seen.

Daisuke looked over at Miyako with an amused smile. One more person for the 'We love Hikari' club. Leaning over Daisuke whispered in her ear: "Trust me. Looking is all you want to do." At the bright flush in Miyako's cheeks, Daisuke knew he had hit a nerve. Shrugging at the dark glare that was thrown his way, Daisuke smiled innocently as he turned his attention back to playing with a lock of Ken's hair, trying to get a reaction out of the other boy.

Ken batted at the frisky hand of his boyfriend, mouthing 'Later' before turning his attention back to Bobbi. Daisuke sighed and contented himself by wrapping his arms around the dark haired boy. Miyako had to smile at the two, she had always thought that gay boys were cute. The sound of light laughter reached her ears, and looking out of the corner of her eye, Miyako watched as Hikari and the pink haired girl giggled uncontrollably over something. Taking a deep breath, Miyako looked down at her feet and wished that she could be in the pink haired girl's shoes... Hikari was so beautiful...

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"This would be the computer lab." Miyako stuck her head inside the door and peered around the room. There were eight computers in the stuffy little room, and at the farthest back wall were the only three people in the whole room, Two were typing furiously while the third sat in a large chair in the middle, reading what looked to be a thick comic, her feet resting on a T.V and VCR. The girl on the left stood up suddenly and cried out happily "Posted!!!" The girl in the middle jumped up and handed the other girl her comic as she sat down and started to type. Miyako blinked and looked over her shoulder at Ken.

"Who are they?" Both Ken and Daisuke laughed, tugging Miyako away from the door.

"The anime geeks. The one with the short hair and glasses is Tape. The girl with the purple bangs is T.V. and the girl with long hair and glasses we call her VCR" Miyako looked at Ken with a confused look on her face.

"Wha...?" Daisuke chuckled as he knocked on another door not too far from the first.

"No one knows their real names. They call each other something different every day, and it only makes any sense to them. So we call them by the object they carry around the most often." Miyako sweatdropped, making Ken laugh.

"I'll explain better later." With that both Ken and Daisuke pulled Miyako over the threshold of the newly opened door. This room was much smaller and held four computers and a large desk. There were three people in this room as well... the one with short red hair looked up at Miyako as she entered with Ken and Daisuke, his eyes narrowed.

"WhO'5 tHI5 phoOL?"(1) Daisuke and Ken both sighed heavily looking over at the brown haired boy sitting next to the red head for help. All they got from him was a dark chuckle. Ken sweatdropped, looking back to the redhead.

"Miyako. She is new. So be nice to her Koushirou-kun!" Koushirou growled softly at Ken as he turned back to the computer screen. After a few seconds, his hands slipped off the keyboard in shock. The large haired boy sitting next to him let out a yell of triumph as he pumped his fist in the air.

"Take that nerd-boy!!!" Again Koushirou growled as he glared at the loud boy with ire.

" 1dI0T'5 lUCK. j00 @RE NoT 1337, pho0l. 1 cH4Ll3N9e j00 +O 4 R3M4+cH."(2)

"Ignore them." Miyako closed her mouth and turned her head to one side to see who had spoken to her. A blonde boy with sharp blue eyes smiled back at her.

"Taichi and Koushirou are freaks, don't pay them any attention." The one called Taichi stuck his tongue out at the blonde before going back to his computer game.

"Fuck you, Yamato!" Yamato blushed brightly, snarling at the back of Taichi's head. Turning back to Miyako, Yamato held out his hand.

"Ishida Yamato. Welcome to hell, Miyako-san." Letting go of Miyako's hand, Yamato picked up the guitar sitting next to him and stared to play lightly, not really trying to make any real music, more like just letting his long fingers dance over the strings as he stared at the back of Taichi's head. Miyako took a seat next to him on the floor and started to ask him questions... well... he was cute!! And he didn't seem to be taken...

After a little while, Miyako realized that while Yamato answered every question she asked, he never took his eyes off of Taichi. With a disgruntled sigh, Miyako looked over to where she had last seen Daisuke and Ken standing...

Well... they were still there... but Ken was sitting on the table wrapped up in a make out session with Daisuke. Blushing Miyako averted her eyes just as Taichi looked up from his defeat of Koushirou once again. Sweatdropping he leaned back in his chair and made a loud coughing noise.

"Stop it you two. Don't make me separate you! Unless you have mastered psionic blowjob, I dun think you want that."(5) Ken blushed darkly as Daisuke pulled away from him to swat Taichi over the head, while Yamato struck a bad note, face warming up with a dark blush just like Ken's. Yamato angled a dark glare at Taichi as he shifted lightly in his chair.

"Taichi no baka."

"p4Y a++3nTi0N Ph00L!"(3) Koushirou snapped as his fingers danced over the keyboard. Taichi cried out as he dove for the keyboard and started to punch at the keys with a new vigor.

"Prepare to die, nerd boy!"

"1n y0uR DrE4M5 ph00L!"(4) Miyako sweatdropped. Why oh why hadn't she stayed at her old school...

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VCR peered into the large room, brown eyes narrowing as her glasses flashed. A girl with short red hair sat at a piano near the back of the room, next to the stage. T.V. peered over VCR's shoulder, lips curled up into a snarl.

"The Sora-beast is still playing the piano. What are we going to do about the evil one, Xelloss?" VCR just growled, glaring at Sora with a evil look. Tape poked T.V in the stomach, causing the purple banged girl to squeak and nearly drop the T.V she was holding.

"AMELIA!!" T.V. hissed, "I nearly dropped the T.V!!" Tape smiled apologetically at T.V. before turning back to glare at Sora.

"Lina-san, what do you think would be a good punishment for the Sora-beast for taking over our drama room?" T.V. smirked darkly.

"I hear witches melt when they get splashed with water..." The three girls placed their hands next to their mouths and laughed ojo-sama laughs as they scurried away.

"Sora-san?" Sora's fingers stilled on the keys and she turned her head to glare at Tape.

"What do you want? Can't you see I am busy?" Tape nodded, smiling sweetly.

"Can we use the Drama room to watch our anime, please?" Sora laughed as she turned away from Tape.

"No. I am playing the piano. Come back in a hour. I might be done." Tape shook her head softly, a look of pity playing on her features.

"In that case... NOW!!!" Pulling out pitchers of water, Tape, T.V. and VCR splashed Sora with the water. Screeching, Sora glared at the three tittering girls as she picked up her backpack and stormed out of the room to dry her self off.

T.V set the T.V down on the stage as VCR hooked up the tape player. Tape rummaged threw her backpack for a few minutes before pulling out a tape and giggling happily.

"Utena all right with you guys?" Two heads nodded as T.V and VCR pulled up chairs and plopped down, waiting for the anime to start.

Round one. Anime geeks, one. Sora-beast, zero.

Lyra-chan rants ^.^

Yo all! Lyra-chan here. I wanted to let you peoples know that I know how out of character Ken-chan and some of the others all. Please keep in mind that this is a AU fic. plus, a gothic happy Ken is so cute ^___^

Translations for Koushirou-chan's L33t speak and other strange things.

1.Who's this fool?

2.Idiot's luck. You are not leet, fool. I challenge you to a rematch.

3.Pay attention fool!

4.In your dreams fool! (Koushirou-chan says fool a fool alot ^.^;;;;)

5.psionic blowjob...*Falls over laughing* Basically psychic blowjob. Blame Madhatter-chan for that one.

And last but not least, I would like to thank Madhatter-chan for editing this fic, and Genkibat-chan for help with the L33t 5p34K ^.^ Arigato guys!!