Hey there everyone, and welcome to Wait What 2.0, or Wait… What!? This is a rewrite of my first story. As the title should imply I have put much work into this, yes 3 periods and one exclamation point more, so you know it's legit. But in all seriousness I've put a lot of thought into this, actually plotting it out rather than making it up as I go along. So without further adieu please enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Boy with the Frameless Glasses

A boy sat on a bench, staring. His face seemed confused, below it, on his shirt, hung a pair of glasses. Despite all the commotion around him, the loud noises and conversations of the airport, his stare never faltered. It was as if he was in his own little world. His stare had no target; it was an ambiguous direction, chosen at random. He starred in that direction for a long time. As if searching for some answer, an answer that would somehow appear if he starred long and hard enough. Occasionally someone caught in his gaze would look back at the boy, to find his piercing eyes starring right back at them. It made them uncomfortable. His eyes weren't to big or wide, he wasn't angry, physically his eyes were no different than anyone else's. But it was as if the eyes could see more then what was there, some secret they did not want his eyes to see. Anyone who became part of the exchange walked away quickly, as if they were hiding the secret. After a while he sighed softly, brought his fingers to his shut eyes and began to massage them.

"Hey!" A taller blond boy smacked the troubled boy upside the head. "Stop being all depressed, this is a comedy story, dammit."

"Wait, what is a comedy story? The black haired boy donned his glasses.

"Wait, um… never mind. Anyway you better hurry up your flight boards in 20 minutes." The blond haired boy proceeded to drag the boy and the boy's luggage down the walkway.

"Matt?" He looked up at his best friend.

"What is it Saito?" Despite this conversation Saito was still being dragged along the floor, by his shirt collar. Every so often you could hear a chuckle of someone who saw the two.

"You think this is a mistake, you know, going to school in Japan?" He said, trying to ignore the laughter.

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you're having second thought about this!" It had taken a lot of effort and courage for Saito to ask his parents about studying abroad, and it had taken a lot of patience on Matt's part too. The past few months had been a struggle. "You've spent too much time getting here to chicken out now!"

"… That's not what I meant; I'm not having second thoughts. It's just you've been pushing me to go so aggressively… it seems like you want me to leave." Although Matt couldn't see it, he could tell Saito's expression.

Matt's cheeks became a rosy color. "I-It's not that I don't care. Just because I'm not crying like your parents doesn't mean… I won't miss you."

"… Tsundere." Said Saito plainly, but then smiled.

Matt's cheeks had evolved from a rose color to a deep red hue. "Shut up, and get on your stupid plane!"

"Okay it's 5 minutes to boarding, time for heartfelt goodbyes." Saito opened up his arms, as if expect some large hug, but the two in front of him, his best friend and little sister didn't seem to reciprocate those feelings.

The little girl looked at him plainly, "Saito you don't mind if I move into your room right?"

His head hung low, "Honestly, that's all you have to say. And call me Onii-Chan dammit!"

"Yeah yeah…" She wasn't even making eye contact.

"Can't believe you're going to, what was it again, Mahora Academy?"

"Yeah, well my aunt went there, and she was a valedictorian so it wasn't that hard for her to pull some strings to get me in. Oddly enough she said it was my birthday present."

"School? As a birthday present?"

"Well she said it's a wonderful school and it was full of romantic experiences, I kind of want to experience it to, you know?" He shrugged his shoulders.

Matt looked stumped. "Wait, isn't you're aunt into… yuri?"

"Yeah." Said Saito plainly.

"Doesn't that mean that Mahora might be an all girl's-"

A loud ding was heard, cutting off Matt, "Now boarding flight 212, to Tokyo, Japan."

"Hmm, got to go." Saito took one last look at them, but neither of the two wanted to make eye contact. He waved goodbye followed by a sigh, and walked onto the plane.

The two stood there at the window, seemingly emotionless.

"You know you're going to miss him Aya." Matt said, watching the plane take off.

"… Shut up… so will you." The little girl brought up her hand to wipe away the tears.

Thanks for reading, like before the first chapter will have no Negima, but chapter 2 will. Planned fluff for chapter 2. Please Review and Critique.