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Planes were taking off and landing, and the airport was packed with people. Different languages whirled around on the air like a swarm of locus. People were pushing and shoving as they tried their best to retrieve their bags and get their families onto the buses into the city. Tour guides waved flags around in the air as they tried to get their groups together. Squished amongst the throngs of people were three teenaged girls. One of them was panicked as she did her best not to come into contact with the other tourists. Another standing next to her clenched the straps on her backpack as she tried to keep her temper under control. The last pushed and shoved against the people as she yelled over the noise of the crowd. Rock music blared from her head phones as the three continued on. Eventually, they reached the sliding doors and the air of the parking lot brushed against their faces. It wasn't very pleasant air, but at least it was air. They stumbled onward toward the train station.
The train station was even more crammed then the airport (if that was at all possible). They were forced this way and that around the station, like dust bunnies being shoved by a broom. One of the girls' CD players slipped out of her fingers and broke on the floor. She stood over it, her fist clenched. The CD player was her only source of sanity and now it was gone.she felt so - so - incomplete without it. It was almost like that thing had been a piece of her. Her friends irritably pulled her to her feet. With an angry scowl on her face, she marched onto the train.
If the plane trip had been bad, then the ride on the train was even worse. Being on the train, in the middle of the morning rush was not a good thing. If it wasn't for the cold metal and glass of the train, they would've had no trouble at all derailing the things. If they died in a fiery train crash, it would've been better then being crushed against the businessmen and students on one side, and the train on the other.
This.was going to be the longest three months of their entire lives.
***
"High school sucks." Yusuke muttered looking down at his schedule. A uniform of dark blue and black, similar to his old uniform from Sarayashiki, was clean, dirt and grit free. However, the fact that it was a black blazer with a blue shirt beneath with a matching black tie was really starting to irritate him. He wore his usual shoes, and his black hair was combed back. Chocolate brown eyes were narrowed into a glare.
"Yusuke!" A voice called from behind. He turned around and a small smile spread on his lips. His eyes wandered up and down the body of the girl who was running up behind him. A knee length skirt of black and black tights matched with the same blazer, shirt and tie ensemble that Yusuke wore. Her brown hair was down and held back by a wide blue headband.
"Hey Keiko" he said. Keiko noticed his wandering eyes and flushed.
"You pervert!" she yelled smacking him hard across the face. "Jeez, when you grow up call me!"
"And here I was just gonna tell you that the uniform looks nice on you" he grumbled in reply.
"So are you excited?"
"It's mid-term day, what's there to be excited about?" he cringed.
"The new exchange students are arriving today!" she said brightly. "All three of them are girls, I wonder what they're like. Oh, Yusuke, do you think we could show them around town after school?"
"No. The exchange students are all the same, brainy geeks."
***
On the other side of the school, the three girls walked in through the door. Whatever conversations were being discussed was cut short as the sound of combat boots echoed through the hallways. The "popular" kids muttered and whispered to themselves, never taking their eyes off the new girls. A boy standing with his back against the locker snickered. The girl closest to him whirled around. He gulped. Black gloved hands shot out and held his shoulders and green eyes bore into him like knives.
"Somethin' on mah face sugah?" she hissed leaning down to glare at him.
"N-no ma'am" he stuttered, not knowing what to say. She pulled him forward and slammed his back into the lockers. With an icy glare and quiet hiss, she turned and walked away, the other two girls smirking and laughing as they walked off. With a hand over his heart, the boy slid down to the tile floor. Anyone who had seen the incident parted to the sides of the wall.
Walking into the school office, they were met with the equally stunned stares of the teachers. They couldn't help but smirk at the reactions they got from people. It was always so hilarious to watch. Heck, it was the only reason they had to going to the mall. All the preps and cheerleaders would always give them the same looks. They began to wonder it the teachers were asking themselves if they were really the new exchange students. You really couldn't tell by how they looked. One of the teachers, a middle aged man with glasses looked up at them and yelled.
"Hey you! Those aren't your school uniforms!" He called out.
"Oh, yeah, see babe, the ones you gave us are too small -"
"And we don't allow hair bleaching here!" He continued, pointing to the brown and snowy white hair of one of the girls.
"This ain't bleached ya yahoo! This is natural!" She yelled back, her southern accent thick.
Turning around, totally fuming, she stormed of into the principle's room, the other two close behind. Without a word, they took their seats in front of the principles desk. Pulling out a stick of bubble gum, the youngest girl began to chew and blow bubbles happily, not noticing anything at all. It seemed like the principle was doing pretty much the same thing though. He just sort of sat there, shifting through the mountain of papers, files, folders, and detention slips. Lifting his eyes, he pulled out three folders from the top drawer. Taking his seat, he lowered the files to look at them.
"Well, judging by the looks on your faces, I suppose that is would be pointless to ask if you had a good flight." He said with a small smile and a chuckle. The three girls just sat there and cringed. They had heard so many "Welcome to Japan" speeches that it was driving them crazy!
"I just wanted to welcome you to our school and to Japan. I hope that you enjoy your three months here." He paused, pulling out three sheets of paper from the folder next to him. Class schedules. They looked over them, the names of the classes were written in English below the Japanese. Unfortunately, none of them had the same classes at the same time (aside from lunch of course). "Also, do not be too concerned with Mr. Fujiwara, he tends to be a little too strict with the uniform policy. However, I want you to have fitting uniforms by the end of this week. After school, because I understand that you are not staying with a family, I will be sending some of our students to help you unpack.
"Can we just go now?" Whined one of the girls. "We're already late for our first class."
"Oh, yes of course, I hope your first day goes well. You are dismissed." He watched as they left the room and groaned miserably in dismay. "Yusuke was enough of a problem on his own. What have I done to deserve this?"
***
Sitting around in the classroom, whether or not he was having a class was boring. There really wasn't that much to do aside from staring outside the window at the freedom that was so close and yet so hopelessly far away. Yusuke tapped his pencil against the top of his desk, his gaze on the ceiling. The lights were bright but to be perfectly honest, he didn't care. Thoughts of how to cut class floated around in the front of his mind. He could always leave at lunch. Lunch was always the best time to leave, besides, he wasn't going to miss that much anyway.
As the teacher stepped into the classes, everyone quickly noticed the girl standing next to him. Dressed in black and green, dark make-up contrasted against unusually pale skin, and her caramel brown hair was streaked with white.
"Everyone, could I get your attention please?" He called out. The students hushed and listened intently, wondering about whom this girl standing at the front of the room was. There was no way that she could be the exchange student that they had heard about.
"I would like you to meet Rogue, one of the three exchange students who will be joining us for the next three months. I would like you all to give her a warm welcome and -"
"Ya'll stay outta mah face, and Ah'll stay outta yours" Rogue growled coldly. The students cringed and whispered. Some of them paled and gulped. This girl was scary beyond all belief.
"Um, well, that was quite the interesting self introduction. Why don't you take the seat over there? In the back, next to Mr. Urameshi" He said pointing. Wordlessly, she picked up her things and walked through the rows of desks to the back, flopping down into her chair and setting her backpack down on the floor next to her.
Dimming the lights, the teacher brought out an overhead and began the lesson. Science, Rogue didn't like science. As quietly as she could, she pulled out a sketchbook and began doodling a cartoon of the teacher hanging upside down over a tank full of man-eating sharks.
Her head whipped to the side as she heard snickering coming from her left. A cold glare met with brown eyes that just shone with admiration.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that"
***
Down the hall in the computer lab, the teacher was having trouble with her newly added student. The sassy blonde in tight blue jeans and magenta tee was turning out to be quite the handful. The teacher was beginning to wonder if the principle sent her here just to get rid of her for a while and if that was the case, it wasn't that much of a surprise.
"Miss Smith!" the teacher shouted. She couldn't hear here, she was a little busy dancing along with a down loaded music video.
"Tabitha! Pay attention!"
"What?!"
"Please pay attention!"
"Okay, ready for learning duty teacher lady!" Tabitha said with a salute and a smile. Sitting down and staring intensively at the computer screen, she didn't notice the teacher pulling out a bottle of aspirin and popping a pair of tablets into her mouth. Taking a drink from her bottle of water, she continued her lesson.
"You really should pay attention you know, even though you aren't staying here, you're going to be graded," said Keiko.
"Ah, who cares? Life shouldn't have to be about books and computers and stuff! Life should be about having fun and partying as much as humanly possible!" Tabitha whispered. "What's your name anyway?"
"Keiko."
"Keiko huh? Awesome name! Hey, you should come over after school! We could hang out and I can show you how the American party girls have fun!" She said excitedly.
Keiko agreed but when she did, she suddenly got this sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had no idea why but she had this strange notion that she should reserve a room at the hospital. A chill ran down her spine as she typed absentmindedly at the keyboard.
***
Everyone on the soccer team had been massacred. Well, the girls at least. That, Wanda Maximoff girl was really weird and oddly aggressive for a girl that even some of the guys were beginning to wonder if they would make it out of the gym class unscathed. Three girls had been sent to the school nurse already and class had only started about ten minutes ago.
"Whoa, I thought Urameshi was the only one who could do that kind of damage," said a guy as he walked up to her. Wanda looked at him with an icy glare. She was actually a little surprised when he didn't back down. He just introduced himself with a goofy grin on his face. Kazuma Kuwabara, he seemed interesting but a little odd. Perfect.
"Who's Yusuke Urameshi?" Wanda asked walking back into the building after class ended.
"He's one of my friends, a real punk and a shorty. Not as much of a shrimp as Hiei but the guy sure can fight."
"I'll bet you anything that he's already met Rogue and that they're getting along just fine," Wanda said with a smirk. Oh, the chaos that they could (and would) bring upon the high school. Life was good. There was no way that principle Kelly could send her to the other side of the world and to a prep school at that and not escape without harm. Whether the harm be physical or mental, he would not escape her unbridled wrath. She snickered mischievously, her mind flooding with all sorts of revenge tactics that would be both entertaining and agonizingly painful at the same time. Sigh, it felt so good to be evil!
Planes were taking off and landing, and the airport was packed with people. Different languages whirled around on the air like a swarm of locus. People were pushing and shoving as they tried their best to retrieve their bags and get their families onto the buses into the city. Tour guides waved flags around in the air as they tried to get their groups together. Squished amongst the throngs of people were three teenaged girls. One of them was panicked as she did her best not to come into contact with the other tourists. Another standing next to her clenched the straps on her backpack as she tried to keep her temper under control. The last pushed and shoved against the people as she yelled over the noise of the crowd. Rock music blared from her head phones as the three continued on. Eventually, they reached the sliding doors and the air of the parking lot brushed against their faces. It wasn't very pleasant air, but at least it was air. They stumbled onward toward the train station.
The train station was even more crammed then the airport (if that was at all possible). They were forced this way and that around the station, like dust bunnies being shoved by a broom. One of the girls' CD players slipped out of her fingers and broke on the floor. She stood over it, her fist clenched. The CD player was her only source of sanity and now it was gone.she felt so - so - incomplete without it. It was almost like that thing had been a piece of her. Her friends irritably pulled her to her feet. With an angry scowl on her face, she marched onto the train.
If the plane trip had been bad, then the ride on the train was even worse. Being on the train, in the middle of the morning rush was not a good thing. If it wasn't for the cold metal and glass of the train, they would've had no trouble at all derailing the things. If they died in a fiery train crash, it would've been better then being crushed against the businessmen and students on one side, and the train on the other.
This.was going to be the longest three months of their entire lives.
***
"High school sucks." Yusuke muttered looking down at his schedule. A uniform of dark blue and black, similar to his old uniform from Sarayashiki, was clean, dirt and grit free. However, the fact that it was a black blazer with a blue shirt beneath with a matching black tie was really starting to irritate him. He wore his usual shoes, and his black hair was combed back. Chocolate brown eyes were narrowed into a glare.
"Yusuke!" A voice called from behind. He turned around and a small smile spread on his lips. His eyes wandered up and down the body of the girl who was running up behind him. A knee length skirt of black and black tights matched with the same blazer, shirt and tie ensemble that Yusuke wore. Her brown hair was down and held back by a wide blue headband.
"Hey Keiko" he said. Keiko noticed his wandering eyes and flushed.
"You pervert!" she yelled smacking him hard across the face. "Jeez, when you grow up call me!"
"And here I was just gonna tell you that the uniform looks nice on you" he grumbled in reply.
"So are you excited?"
"It's mid-term day, what's there to be excited about?" he cringed.
"The new exchange students are arriving today!" she said brightly. "All three of them are girls, I wonder what they're like. Oh, Yusuke, do you think we could show them around town after school?"
"No. The exchange students are all the same, brainy geeks."
***
On the other side of the school, the three girls walked in through the door. Whatever conversations were being discussed was cut short as the sound of combat boots echoed through the hallways. The "popular" kids muttered and whispered to themselves, never taking their eyes off the new girls. A boy standing with his back against the locker snickered. The girl closest to him whirled around. He gulped. Black gloved hands shot out and held his shoulders and green eyes bore into him like knives.
"Somethin' on mah face sugah?" she hissed leaning down to glare at him.
"N-no ma'am" he stuttered, not knowing what to say. She pulled him forward and slammed his back into the lockers. With an icy glare and quiet hiss, she turned and walked away, the other two girls smirking and laughing as they walked off. With a hand over his heart, the boy slid down to the tile floor. Anyone who had seen the incident parted to the sides of the wall.
Walking into the school office, they were met with the equally stunned stares of the teachers. They couldn't help but smirk at the reactions they got from people. It was always so hilarious to watch. Heck, it was the only reason they had to going to the mall. All the preps and cheerleaders would always give them the same looks. They began to wonder it the teachers were asking themselves if they were really the new exchange students. You really couldn't tell by how they looked. One of the teachers, a middle aged man with glasses looked up at them and yelled.
"Hey you! Those aren't your school uniforms!" He called out.
"Oh, yeah, see babe, the ones you gave us are too small -"
"And we don't allow hair bleaching here!" He continued, pointing to the brown and snowy white hair of one of the girls.
"This ain't bleached ya yahoo! This is natural!" She yelled back, her southern accent thick.
Turning around, totally fuming, she stormed of into the principle's room, the other two close behind. Without a word, they took their seats in front of the principles desk. Pulling out a stick of bubble gum, the youngest girl began to chew and blow bubbles happily, not noticing anything at all. It seemed like the principle was doing pretty much the same thing though. He just sort of sat there, shifting through the mountain of papers, files, folders, and detention slips. Lifting his eyes, he pulled out three folders from the top drawer. Taking his seat, he lowered the files to look at them.
"Well, judging by the looks on your faces, I suppose that is would be pointless to ask if you had a good flight." He said with a small smile and a chuckle. The three girls just sat there and cringed. They had heard so many "Welcome to Japan" speeches that it was driving them crazy!
"I just wanted to welcome you to our school and to Japan. I hope that you enjoy your three months here." He paused, pulling out three sheets of paper from the folder next to him. Class schedules. They looked over them, the names of the classes were written in English below the Japanese. Unfortunately, none of them had the same classes at the same time (aside from lunch of course). "Also, do not be too concerned with Mr. Fujiwara, he tends to be a little too strict with the uniform policy. However, I want you to have fitting uniforms by the end of this week. After school, because I understand that you are not staying with a family, I will be sending some of our students to help you unpack.
"Can we just go now?" Whined one of the girls. "We're already late for our first class."
"Oh, yes of course, I hope your first day goes well. You are dismissed." He watched as they left the room and groaned miserably in dismay. "Yusuke was enough of a problem on his own. What have I done to deserve this?"
***
Sitting around in the classroom, whether or not he was having a class was boring. There really wasn't that much to do aside from staring outside the window at the freedom that was so close and yet so hopelessly far away. Yusuke tapped his pencil against the top of his desk, his gaze on the ceiling. The lights were bright but to be perfectly honest, he didn't care. Thoughts of how to cut class floated around in the front of his mind. He could always leave at lunch. Lunch was always the best time to leave, besides, he wasn't going to miss that much anyway.
As the teacher stepped into the classes, everyone quickly noticed the girl standing next to him. Dressed in black and green, dark make-up contrasted against unusually pale skin, and her caramel brown hair was streaked with white.
"Everyone, could I get your attention please?" He called out. The students hushed and listened intently, wondering about whom this girl standing at the front of the room was. There was no way that she could be the exchange student that they had heard about.
"I would like you to meet Rogue, one of the three exchange students who will be joining us for the next three months. I would like you all to give her a warm welcome and -"
"Ya'll stay outta mah face, and Ah'll stay outta yours" Rogue growled coldly. The students cringed and whispered. Some of them paled and gulped. This girl was scary beyond all belief.
"Um, well, that was quite the interesting self introduction. Why don't you take the seat over there? In the back, next to Mr. Urameshi" He said pointing. Wordlessly, she picked up her things and walked through the rows of desks to the back, flopping down into her chair and setting her backpack down on the floor next to her.
Dimming the lights, the teacher brought out an overhead and began the lesson. Science, Rogue didn't like science. As quietly as she could, she pulled out a sketchbook and began doodling a cartoon of the teacher hanging upside down over a tank full of man-eating sharks.
Her head whipped to the side as she heard snickering coming from her left. A cold glare met with brown eyes that just shone with admiration.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that"
***
Down the hall in the computer lab, the teacher was having trouble with her newly added student. The sassy blonde in tight blue jeans and magenta tee was turning out to be quite the handful. The teacher was beginning to wonder if the principle sent her here just to get rid of her for a while and if that was the case, it wasn't that much of a surprise.
"Miss Smith!" the teacher shouted. She couldn't hear here, she was a little busy dancing along with a down loaded music video.
"Tabitha! Pay attention!"
"What?!"
"Please pay attention!"
"Okay, ready for learning duty teacher lady!" Tabitha said with a salute and a smile. Sitting down and staring intensively at the computer screen, she didn't notice the teacher pulling out a bottle of aspirin and popping a pair of tablets into her mouth. Taking a drink from her bottle of water, she continued her lesson.
"You really should pay attention you know, even though you aren't staying here, you're going to be graded," said Keiko.
"Ah, who cares? Life shouldn't have to be about books and computers and stuff! Life should be about having fun and partying as much as humanly possible!" Tabitha whispered. "What's your name anyway?"
"Keiko."
"Keiko huh? Awesome name! Hey, you should come over after school! We could hang out and I can show you how the American party girls have fun!" She said excitedly.
Keiko agreed but when she did, she suddenly got this sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had no idea why but she had this strange notion that she should reserve a room at the hospital. A chill ran down her spine as she typed absentmindedly at the keyboard.
***
Everyone on the soccer team had been massacred. Well, the girls at least. That, Wanda Maximoff girl was really weird and oddly aggressive for a girl that even some of the guys were beginning to wonder if they would make it out of the gym class unscathed. Three girls had been sent to the school nurse already and class had only started about ten minutes ago.
"Whoa, I thought Urameshi was the only one who could do that kind of damage," said a guy as he walked up to her. Wanda looked at him with an icy glare. She was actually a little surprised when he didn't back down. He just introduced himself with a goofy grin on his face. Kazuma Kuwabara, he seemed interesting but a little odd. Perfect.
"Who's Yusuke Urameshi?" Wanda asked walking back into the building after class ended.
"He's one of my friends, a real punk and a shorty. Not as much of a shrimp as Hiei but the guy sure can fight."
"I'll bet you anything that he's already met Rogue and that they're getting along just fine," Wanda said with a smirk. Oh, the chaos that they could (and would) bring upon the high school. Life was good. There was no way that principle Kelly could send her to the other side of the world and to a prep school at that and not escape without harm. Whether the harm be physical or mental, he would not escape her unbridled wrath. She snickered mischievously, her mind flooding with all sorts of revenge tactics that would be both entertaining and agonizingly painful at the same time. Sigh, it felt so good to be evil!