Hello,

Sorry, things have been a little busy and chaotic on my end so updates are still going to be a little splotchy. Lyssi is a character who I've been developing for a long time, and so things have changed a lot from when this story was first posted. The entire structure of the plot has already been sorted out so the chapters just need to be written. Thank you very much for your patience and constructive criticism.

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Chapter I

Third Person's POV:

A black limousine pulled up to the pink castle-like school and the driver waited patiently for his passenger to exit the vehicle. Inside the passenger reached towards the handle of the door and hesitated for a split moment, his hand hovering above the silver bar that would unlock the ridiculously long car. Remembering his mother's parting words he took a breath to steady his nerves and opened the door. Squinting his eyes as he stepped out into the sunlight.

He wished he could say he was an average teenage boy, but his appearance screamed otherwise. Bitterly toying with the thought he blinked as he remembered the driver was still there waiting for him to gather his things and ducked into the car once more, appearing again with his school bag in tow. He was barely able to give the man a short, thankful nod before the car was already disappearing over the bend. Turning back to the pink school he noted the other few students that made their way to the school gates already, knowing that he had arrived early. They barely spared him a glance as he readjusted his grip on the school bag handle and made his way onto the grounds in a series of short, brisk steps.

Walking inside, he forced his eyes to look away from the grand style and quickly found the main office, acquainting himself with the receptionist who directed him towards an arrangement of plush seating while he waited. Giving him a small smile he made his way to a chair in the corner trying to ignore the man's curious gaze and focused on observing the decorative bouquet of white roses spread sparingly around the 'lobby'. Standing up to the faint sound of high heels the teen gave a polite greeting to the secretary as she turned around the corner and followed her deeper into the building.

He stopped and waited as they reached a large pair of beautiful solid wood doors, adorn with elegant gold accents. She knocked on the door for a moment, announced his presence, then turned back to him with a smile. He gave her a grateful smile and thanked her quietly before placing his hand on the cold metal handle and entering the room, her high heels clicking as she walked away.

Closing the door behind him the man behind the desk stood up and walked up to greet him. The man had brown eyes and light brown hair, wearing a light coloured business suit with a tie striped with the school emblem colours. He was of average height for a Japanese man, and approached him with a face for business, but cheerful eyes that smiled behind his professional mask. He offered another polite smile in return and followed him as to a small set up of plush couches with a coffee table between them with a tea set all ready waiting there. He thanked the man and sat down across from him, his eyes flickering to the small vase with a white rose in it on the desk behind him.

He gestured to the tea set and invited the teen to a cup, to which he received another polite response, something he smiled at. They spoke freely for a few moments before they got down to business, the man noted the change in the teen's demeanor at the topic and tried a reassuring smile. Leaning forward he patted the boy's shoulder and informed him that he would try to get a uniform for him soon, the teen gave a small smile and a sly joke. Laughing in good nature they walked towards the doors again and bid each other good bye.

Exiting the office he was greeted by the secretary again, who in return handed him his abandoned school bag. Thanking her, embarrassed, she allowed a small smile to break through her cherry lipstick lips and waved it off. Turning around to lead him give him a short tour before taking him to his classrooms.

By the time they had reached his classroom most of the students were already inside and only a few lingered in the hallways. Entering the room labeled, 'Class 2-C' he walked in with the secretary and bowed to the homeroom teacher, apologising for being absent the earlier days of the school year. He was dismissed and allowed the secretary to inform the teach of the rest of his arrangement, giving both of them a deep bow he made his way to his seat in the center, seats away from the back and windows he sighed knowing that there would be nothing to distract himself with. Looking around he took note of a few of his early classmates, one of them with light brown hair cut straight above his ears and just below his eyes, hiding whatever colour they may be. Another one of them had shorter brown hair and dark brown eyes, both were above average looking, and neither of them spared him a glance. Something he was grateful for due to his lack of a uniform.

The classroom gradually filled and the teacher soon tapped on the board, gathering the attention of his students and proceeded to start the lesson.

~Time Skip~

He wandered around the large light pink school casually after escaping from the crowds of yellow cream puffs. Looking around he wondered if he should ask for directions as he came to the top of the stairs and a sign came into view, 'Music Room #1'. Walking down the hallway quickly he soon found himself in front of a pair of large elegant doors, a sign saying 'Music Room #3" hanging over it.

Steeling himself he took a deep breath before boldly walking to the doors and opening them, a soft light and the fragrance of roses washed over him as a wave of rose petals swirled and fluttered.

"Welcome."

Blinking, several figures came into sight, a pair of auburn haired twins, two dark haired, two blondes, and one brunette. His eyes flickered from each face quickly, a suffocating feeling gripped his heart. He faltered for a moment before offering a small polite smile and tuning them out as he observed the members talk among themselves.

He watched as the twins' mouths moved to say something but the words fell deaf to his ears, his heart pounding too loudly to catch a whisper. The short blonde stared at him with fascination, turning towards the other dark haired members, one of which adjusted his glasses and replied in kind. The brunette was the only one that seemed to notice his strange behaviour, cautiously trying to alert her- or his- other acquaintances of his dilemma.

The group stopped as they finally started to hear the brunette's careful words and turned towards the teen with questioning looks, the taller blonde hesitated to break away from his group. Approaching him slowly, listening to the brunette's concerned directions and protests.

His eyes moved slowly to the last figure, a blonde. His smile disappeared, the world froze, and everything seemed nonexistent for a moment. Pale blonde hair. Violet-blue eyes.

The world skipped a beat and time seemed to jolt, but within seconds the moment was over, and it left the teen there staring at the group. Or more importantly, at the Japanese-French blonde in the middle of the group.

A stunned look remained on his face, he seemed frozen in time, trying to will his hands to move, his eyes to blink, his feet to shift.

The rest of the group exchanged looks with each other and called the blonde back to them, seeing that he wasn't responding to anything they said. The Japanese words became foreign garble to his ears again and he blinked, trying to gather his mind together again.

'It's him though, it's really him."

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