A/N: This is BASED on a friendship I once had. Not everything is true. I had to twist it up. As per usual, I'm going to use my past experiences (which aren't many) and mold it into a fanfic. The next chapter will be told in 3rd person.

When we first met, I made her cry. It was only kindergarten and I never had the notion to wonder if any of my classmates were wussies. Imagine it as your own class (or not, since this is my narrative). I'm not an excellent storyteller, so keep up with me here.

I was sitting at the back of class. Our teacher, Hanako-sensei, called us to stop silent reading and prepare for a new lesson. I liked my teacher so I made sure to behave, since I overheard the class next to mine had a teacher that wasn't as fun. I was in the middle of placing all my tools (mainly an alphabet workbook, some crayons and a pencil I found) on top of my desk when my ears picked up on a sound. A small, cheery voice behind me was still reading aloud from her book.

I frowned, turning around. "Hey, pay attention." The blonde ignored me, so I urged in a hushed voice, "Silent reading's over, put that away." When nothing happened, I idled for a moment, not sure if I should act. But I had so much respect for sensei and on top of that, I wanted the girl to give the same amount of respect as I did.

She continued reading words off the paper book until I felt so indignant, I knocked that book out of her hands. "Kuga-chan!" the girl instantly cried out. Oh, now she was upset, was she?

The girl had the nerve to pick up her book. I responded by pushing her down by the shoulders. "Geez, just stop!" I complained. Please audience, it only sounds rougher than it really was…ok, I was a tiny bit mean! Back to what I was saying:

That's when the tears appeared. It started as a quiver of the lips, a few whimpers, then sobbing and finally she broke. This transpired in mere seconds mind you. With her loud bawling, of course Hanako-sensei would come rushing over.

"Aw, dear Fujino-chan! What's wrong?" For once, I thought it wasn't cool for our teacher to worry about a student since my classmate didn't deserve it. This time it was annoying. "Why are you crying?" she asked caringly, comforting the small girl in her arms.

All the blonde did was point at me, hiccupping while more tears rolled down her face.

I shot back an angry glare, but I recognized the reprimanding look our teacher gave me. 'You're in trouble,' it said, and I inwardly groaned. I immediately tried to clear my name because I couldn't bear the shame I was suddenly feeling. "Hanako-sensei, she wasn't listening to you! I just wanted her to stop reading."

"But you know a politer way, yes?"

I rolled my eyes and looked away. "Ask nicely," I stated glumly, then protested, "But I did do that!"

Hanako-sensei smiled sadly. "Come up to the front of class so that you can apologize."

I knew an order when I heard one. Struggling to contain myself, I walked up quickly as if to escape my embarrassment. All of my classmates' eyes were on me. I waited, arms rigid, when Fujino finally made it there with our teacher. I blew out a puff of air. "Sorry," I muttered, turning red.

"Speak louder," Hanako-sensei told me gently.

I squirmed a bit in place. Looking straight into the girl's eyes, I said, "I'm sorry for making you cry, Fujino-chan."

With her arms behind her back and a small nod, I could tell she wanted to get away from me as much as I wanted to get away from her. It was an uneasy situation, but you know kids. We always forget important stuff the next day.

Friends came and went as classes changed, so when I finally hit 3rd grade, guess who I ran into?

Fujino.

The incident was behind us and I never paid her much mind. You wouldn't believe it, but you could call me a social butterfly in my childhood days, although currently I'm completely the opposite. Being friends with the boys was convenient and the girls liked my humor, so they weren't as jealous. At the time, I wasn't acquainted with the word 'jealous' very well.

It was really strange how Fujino and I started talking. I had some chocolate I brought from home and I didn't want to eat it all by myself. So I gave them away to my closest friends who thanked me with a happy exclamation or hug. It was only when I realized I had one more left, that I was wondering who to give it to. This was when I saw her figure in the distance. She was walking alone at recess time, probably heading to one of the games to play. I had an epiphany.

Running towards her, I shouted, "Fujino-chan!" She turned her head and I noticed she watched me with a quizzical stare once I reached her. "Hey… Do you like chocolate?" I showed her a cookies n' cream Hershey's.

She blinked. "Yes." Then was surprised when I grabbed her hand and placed the small bite size into hers. "For me?" When I answered yeah, she smiled. "Thank you, Kuga-chan."

"Your welcome!" I grinned. "I'll see you later, ok?" Without a second thought, I ran off to my own group of friends. Maybe, just like that, I fixed my past mistake (you know, making her cry). Either way, that day I actually made a friendship that was going to last a lifetime.

So we ended up being in the same class next year and I figured out she was a genius. I told her my opinion but she only laughed it off, said she started school a year late meaning she was supposed to be in a higher grade. She was studying hard to make up for it, I could tell. In short, she became my permanent partner in every activity and she was there to help smooth out my mistakes. There were a few times I felt strange around her. I shrugged it off as amazement. Fujino-chan could do anything, I had thought, and I'm lucky enough to be her best friend.

Ha, the next year wasn't so lucky; we were in separate classes. Except I wasn't worried about losing touch since it hadn't happened to me so far. Something that she pointed out, though, changed me.

"Ne, Natsuki-chan, you've been more quiet recently."

We had this secret hideout next to the gym that we always met at in recess. I kicked a rock before seating myself beside her. "What do you mean, Shizuru-chan?"

In the corner of my eyes, I saw her tap a finger on her chin. "You're not an angry kid anymore."

"What!" I snorted. "You're as much of a kid as I am."

She giggled. I playfully pulled on her hair and smirked when she yelped. Slapping my arm, she whined, "Natsuki-chan, why'd you hurt me?"

"I like your hair," I said bluntly. "What color do you call this?" I barely remember labeling it blonde in my head back in kindergarten.

Pouting, Shizuru answered, "Brown? Yellow?" She allowed me to touch it, although being a little more cautious since she didn't want me to yank it again. "But yours is blue," she sighed. "Like the sky. Not in the day, that's too bright, but when the moon is out! A dark blue." She leaned in closer and it was innocent. We were kids. "I think you're very pretty, Natsuki-chan."

I never noticed the small blush across my cheeks. "No you are, that's why guys like you." I stuck out my tongue.

She showed no signs of spotting my reddened cheeks because she stuck out her own tongue too. "I heard Toshi-kun has a crush on you." Toshi was a boy I hanged out with and kind of the most popular guy in our grade.

"You're lying," I said, refusing to believe it. "Anyway, I wasn't an angry kid back then, just so you know."

"But you're so reserved now!"

"Ano…reserved?" I pronounced it slowly. Damn her vocabulary.

"You're nice," Shizuru admitted, "but you have this odd thing about you. You're becoming indifferent." Exasperated at my silence, she explained, "Like you don't care."

Confused, I said, "Doesn't that mean I'm mad then?"

"I don't think so… Never mind, Natsuki-chan." She smiled sweetly at me, swiftly changing the topic. "Remember when you were mean to me?"

I blinked. "I wasn't trying to be..." After getting to know her, I always felt guilty about it.

"Then next time, you have to promise to be nice." I did promise and truth be told, I would only recall it years later. Satisfied, she moved in to peck my cheek. "Tag, you're it!" She dashed away, leaving me to sit there in a stupor. My (stupid) first thought was 'That's not how you tag someone' and then the other 'Girls kiss?'

"M-matte, I wasn't ready yet!" I hastily chased after her. We were still kids after all.

That year, Shizuru moved to another city and I didn't see her for three years. Or four? Ah, I'm in my junior year anyway. She did, however, give me a friendship bracelet before she left; I lost it a year after. I should give you some background on the time she and I were apart, right? I met a girl named Tokiha Mai who became my confidant and vice versa. Like Shizuru, she was a special case except instead of starting school late, she skipped a grade. In my mind, she was technically an underclassman but she was a humble person, who at the same time, can be very defiant if she sees something wrong.

She was my support when I came out the closet. Yes, when I say that, I honestly mean my sexuality. At first it was just 'I'm bi' but two years later we all decided 'Natsuki's a lesbian.' I guess I am, but I haven't dated anyone. Mai used to scold me for not giving any of the guys who liked me a try. Now she jokes, "I have bigger boobs. Where's my line of knights in shining armor?" She also tried to find a girlfriend for me to my chagrin, which I immediately demanded her to stop. She did after a few more threats.

In any case, the day Shizuru popped back into my life was a new year at high school. Reserved, lack of care, indifferent; her words back then truly described me.

Because, here with everyone else, I'm the Ice Princess.

And she was the hot new girl.

A/N: No good? If it's bad ill delete this right away and come up with a better idea. BUT the real story begins in the next chapter, if you're interested.