Disclaimer: Seriously people, Vampire Hunter D & Co doesn't belong to me. If they did, the whole anime would've turn out something like BoBoBo-Bo-BoBoBo.

This Fanfiction is my first ever and purely comedy. D will be acting very OCC. Don't like, don't read.

It happened, he thought, The worst of the worst things that could ever, ever, EVER befall me.

He couldn't find his hat.

"Aw man," D cried loudly. "I need my freaking hat."

Kyle burst through the door, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, D! What's shakin', bacon?" Kyle asked, slapping D on his bare shoulder.

"EEEP! NO TOUCHIE!" D jumped and, while balancing on one foot, waved his hands in the air. "DO NOT TOUCH ME."

"Why?" Kyle asked.

"Because I said so."

"Why?'

"Because I don't like you."

"Why?"

"Because you're annoying."

"Why?"

"SHOULDN'T YOU ASK YOURSELF THAT QUESTION!?!" D hollered.

"But, I'm asking you!"

"What are you doing in my room anyway?"

Kyle stopped and pondered this.

"Ooooo, yeah! Class is about to start! See you around!" And with that, Kyle ran out of the room.

D stood fuming for a few seconds, class is about to start in a few minutes and he STILL couldn't find his hat!

…………………

D ran to his first period class worrying that he was about to be late. He couldn't find his normal wide-brim hat so he had to use a black beanie with the same symbol that is on his regular hat. He was wearing the normal uniform school attire of J. Waka Laka High School, which is a dark blue vest over neat white collared shirt with dark blue slacks. He skidded to a halt in one corner of the outdoor campus' poles, grateful that it was a cloudy day. He was about to continuing running when a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"…D" Left Hand murmured.

D groaned, everything the Left Hand said was either sarcastic or useless.

"D, your shoes are different colors."

"Argh, no!" D cried as he looked down at his feet. One of his shoes were a normal black loafer but the other was bright neon pink flip flops.

"LEFTY, why didn't you tell me about this BEFORE we left my room?" D snarled at his left hand.

Left hand chuckled. "I wanted to see how long it would take you until you realized it. Besides, pink is your color."

D was about to continue to yell when the final late bell rang.

Oh god. D thought. This definitely isn't my day.

…………………

D walked into his first period class, English, which already started. He felt his face grow hot as all eyes turn to look at him. He walked up to the teacher's desk and explained to her why he was late.

"You were late to my class because OF YOUR HAT?" Ms. Carmilla bellowed.

"I'm sorry ma'am but I really couldn't find it an-"

"I WOULD BE MORE UNDERSTANDING IF YOU WERE LATE BECAUSE OF YOUR SHOES!"

D bit his lip as he heard the class snicker. The fluorescent lights really did make his flip flop stand out more.

"To your seat, D, I hope you brought your homework." Ms. Carmilla spat and turned back to her computer to finish taking attendance.

D wobbled to his seat, which next to a window in the back row, and sank down into it. He felt horrible, why did all these things always happened to him?

"Hey," he heard someone whisper to him. "Where's your sombrero?"

D looked up from his gloom to glare at Alan Elbourne, who was sneering at him.

"In my room," D responded curtly and turned his head away from Alan, who was quietly laughing with his friends.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Left hand quietly murmured.

"What is that supposed to mean?" D hissed at his hand.

"You just admitted that you have a sombrero."

D groaned and looked up at the ceiling.

"Well, Mr. I-am-late-to-class-over-my-hat, AM I BORING YOU?" Ms. Carmilla yelled.

D winced. "No, ma'am."

"Well, you could kindly tell what we are discussing then?"

"Um… er…" D stalled. Honestly, he had no idea what his teacher was talking about.

"Um, please ma'am, may I answering the question?" a timid voice said.

Ms. Carmilla sighed. "Very well, Ms. Elbourne. Why was Hester Prynne forced to wear the letter 'A' on her chest?"

"Oh," Charlotte smiled. "Because of the sin she committed was adultery."

"Very good, unlike D," Ms. Carmilla turned sharply on her three inch pumps to look at D, who sunk lower in his chair. "You are actually paying attention."

D glared at Ms. Carmilla, his English teacher from Hell. Her red hair was tied together in a neat bun and her lips were blazed scarlet. Her gold eyes look fiercely around the class, daring anyone to step out of line. She was wearing a two piece navy suit which complimented her pale skin. "We will be having a quiz next class on Chapters 1-4 of The Scarlet Letter, I expect everyone of you to read it, especially YOU D."

…………………

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Wait up, D!" Kyle cried, pushing through random people to make his way to the dhampir. "What is it, Kyle?" D muttered. He didn't understand that just because him and Kyle shared the same dorm room meant that they were friends. D had no friends, he didn't WANT any friends, he just wanted to make it out of high school alive.

"You've been looking down so I thought that you would want to eat lunch with me!" Kyle grinned and threw his right arm around D's shoulder oblivious to D's frowning face.

"No."

"Why not?" Kyle demanded, deflating his happy balloon slightly.

"I just want to be left alone." D sighed and stopped walking.

Kyle stopped walking and peered into D's face. Without his hat blocking out most of his features, everyone could see his few loose bangs at the top of head and his startling pale blue eyes, which was currently narrowed in anger.

"I'm not in a good mood."

"Ahhh," Kyle nodded knowingly, which caused D to look up.

"What?"

"Rough morning with Ms. C, eh?"

"Ms. Carmilla? Yeah, that bitch, she keeps on picking on me!"

"Hey, man, I know how you fee- DUDE, are you wearing a pink flip flop?"

Kyle's comforting stopped when he caught sight of D's shoes and burst out laughing, causing everyone to stop walking and stare at D.

"Thanks a lot!" D snarled angrily as he hitched up his backpack and disappeared into the crowd.

…………………

"You can't stay here forever, D," Left hand sighed irritably. He knows that both D and him was starving and that their Lunch period was almost over. D ignored him and continuing to sit on the floor in the only place which he found solace, during school hours.

He picked a random book off the shelf of the nearest bookcase, it was entitled 'Twilight'. He turned over to the back and skim through the summary.

"This is a load of garbage," He snorted. "Who could fall in love with a vampire?"

"It happened before… like in your case," Left hand said causing D to growl.

"Be quiet, god, you are just as annoying as Kyle."

"Haha, I'm honored you are comparing me to your most noble friend." Sarcasm dripped from Left Hand's voice.

"He's not my friend! How many times do I have to tell you that!" D put the book back roughly and got quickly to his feet. He walked quickly towards the end of the bookcase and…

WHAM!