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Chapter One:

Start Of Another New Year

'Hm, seems like I'll be late for class this year. Just like last year and the year before… Oh well, it's not like they even care. Just as long as all of my homework and projects are done and turned in on time, they couldn't care less. After all I am just some "American Punk" who was sent here so that the American Government wouldn't have to pay for my schooling. Eh, who cares anyway, by this time next year I won't be anyone's problem and I won't have to check in my whereabouts to the orphanage anymore. Next year, I'm free…' With that last train of thought, an evilly pleased grin made its way onto pale lips, before it quieted down into a small smirk a few seconds later.

Least to say, the seventeen-year-old high school student was a little more than pleased that she wouldn't have to deal with her "babysitters" on her next birthday; it would probably be the first time she ever celebrated the day of her birth, since she was born. A bored quiet sigh lazily made its way past pale peach lips, as the five foot six teen made her way towards Deimon Private Senior High School or as the tardy teen called it, "Demon Hell High".

'Time for some noise…' The girl thought to herself before she reached into her right back pocket and pulled out a black iPod and lazily placed her matching headphones into her ears, before scrolling down the list of her music, until she finally stopped at one song and smirked when she found what she was looking for; she immediately turned the volume up to its maximum height and didn't even blink when the thunderous music and lyrics entered her eardrums. It was a great surprise that the teen wasn't deaf at such a young age, as her music could clearly be heard several feet away; most passerbies gave the teen some very strange looks, before they shrugged her "abnormality" off and continued on with whatever they were previously doing.

The deafening music wasn't the only "abnormal" thing about the teen girl that the passerby's scrutinized about her appearance. For one, the young girl wasn't dressed in the girl's uniform for her school's requirements; instead she was wearing the boys, minus the tie which was wrapped around her right wrist. The second could have been her ear piercings, instead of wearing studs or dangle earrings, she instead wore a pair of black and red cut horn plugs one in each ear. The third might have been her choice of hair style which was more than likely considered odd, but she didn't care what anyone thought, it was her body and she could do anything to it and it would be no ones business but her own. Her hair color was a normal shade of dirty blonde, but her hair style was just slightly out of the ordinary, as it was short and spiky, but it wasn't cut to look like a guy's hair style; her cheek length bangs curved down to cover her right eye, while the back was cut so that it fell just a few inched behind her ears and the crown was spiked up with some help from a black clip; her hair also held a few black streaks in it but all of them were from dye and were unnatural.

In the young teen's mind, nothing was wrong with her hair, ear piercings or her dress style, but she supposed that everyone took her as a member of the male gender at first glance. But even though she was in no way possible arrogant about her appearance, even she knew that she didn't look that much like a guy, besides her B cup breasts should have given her true gender away immediately. Even though she cursed her body parts more often then not, she knew that anyone with eyes should have enough commonsense to notice that she had a pair of knockers, even when she was wearing men's clothing.

As the blonde haired teen made her way towards Deimon High, she spotted a familiar spiky brunette haired boy. She hadn't catch his name yet, but she wasn't worried she'd find out his name soon enough, the boy was undoubtedly going to be someone's gofer, so she'd probably end up either rescuing him if she felt like it, or stealing him from someone to be her gofer, but the latter probably wasn't going to happen, the spiky haired teen didn't have any use for a gofer.

'So, the pipsqueak actually made it huh.' With a soft chuckle and a small smirk, the late teen clearly remembered running into the small boy, only just yesterday.

As the sluggish and bored teen walked closer to her school, she noticed that there was a fairly large crowd gathered around a tall board with numbers on it. It was the chart that held the new students Id numbers. The young teen wondered how many of the newbie's were going to last before the school's residential "demon" got a hold of them and scared them off. Just the though of Deimon's "demon" caused a short, soft laugh that sounded more like a scoff to come from her throat, before a smirk made its way back onto her peach tinted lips.

With a shake of her head she semi-rudely pushed her way past an extremely short spiky brown haired boy, who was lurking cautiously near the entrance and exit of Deimon High. The young boy was undoubtedly a newbie and a coward, as he nearly jumped out of his skin when the tall teen girl brushed past him and catching his deep, innocent golden eyes in her smirking cool gaze for a fraction of a second, before she disappeared into the crowd, leaving the young flighty boy curious and slight scared.

'Heh, he's gonna end up being someone's gofer. He's too innocent and kind and too scared to last on his own.' The smirking teen thought to herself with a light laugh, knowing that if the boy made it into Deimon High he was going to have several hellish years ahead of him. This school was anything but kind and one person in particular made it even more like Hell than even the devil himself could.

'Who was that girl? Why did she look at me like that…' The flighty young teenage boy thought to himself, he was slightly curious as to whom the tall teenage girl was and he was even more curious as to why she was wearing men's cloths. Although the young boy had to admit that the girl probably wouldn't look right in a skirt or a dress, it seemed like the men's clothing fit her personality more than the girl's would. The mysterious girl's eyes struck him more than her appearance did; he could clearly picture every detail about her visible eye, from the deep dark Aqua color that made up most of her iris, to the tiny splashes of light blue that centered around her pupil and even the slight hint of grey-blue that was splattered like paint all throughout her iris.

Before the young boy could think too long on the mysterious teen girl that had pushed past him, he was suddenly shot out of his thoughts by a feminine voice calling his name. When the young boy looked around for the owner of the familiar voice, he saw a very familiar strawberry haired girl. It was his one of his best childhood friends, Anezaki Mamori or as he affectionately called her Mamori-neechan.

'Ah, just another day in Hell High.' The tall, spiky haired girl thought to herself with a bored frown, 'It'll be worth it, next year.' She concluded before stepping through the threshold and into the school building, knowing full well that she'd earn her first, but certainly not last tardy slip for the year.