Hey; okay, I know what you're thinking. Why the hell did you start this over? But I assure those of you that don't already know, that I had no choice in the matter. The site took my story off the site for interacting with readers in my summary. So…it has to start all over against 'cause a stupid little brat erased my original file! WAH! Well…enjoy and review.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi AT ALL…but let's all hope that I never do because to do so, I would either have to be a millionaire and buy it or I'd have to kill those who get in my way of owning it. And it's unlikely i'll ever be rich, so let's hope I never do.

The teacher glanced around the room and counted the heads that were present. There were a few that were missing, he noticed. Amused, he realized that today was the day that the math teacher had assigned a test and those we did not pass it were to spend their after school hours with the dreaded math teacher, doing review. Not something a student actually looked forward to, unless someone actually liked Math, but then again, if they did, that meant they were good at it and that resulted in not having to go to the remedial sessions. He quickly tried to figure out who was missing and grinned to himself. How obvious. He should have guessed. At the beginning of the year, he had labeled the students as something and he had turned out right, as always. The Skippers were always the one that was away on and after the day that tests were issued. The one-who-he-assumed-was-a-drug-addict never seemed to come to class at all. Those were the ones he was sure of. Of course, the late ones would come barreling in…actually in five seconds or so, he realized as he glanced at his watch, which was always accurate, unlike the classroom clock, which the long hand always became stuck once it was nine o'clock and then miraculously, he would become unstuck after a good half hour. He counted down the seconds.

Five…

Four…

Three…

Two…

One…

The door opened with a loud bang as three students, which had been dubbed the Late Crew, rushed in, hoping that the teacher was lenient that day. He looked at them with a questioning look and the excuses came barreling out.

"Sorry; my alarm clock's batteries were dead"

"I forgot my lunch so I had to run back home to get it and by that time, the bus was long gone!"

"My dog ate my homework" the last one said.

"What does that have to do with being late?" Keisuke asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I had to make sure it was okay; after all, math homework can be deadly" the student replied. The teacher shook his head and sighed, "Take your seats; detention at lunch"

"Yes sir"

"Uh…sir; can I have it after school today?"

"No. Either today at lunch or tomorrow at lunch; basketball practices are after school"

"Fine" the student pouted.

A few years ago, those who knew him would have scoffed at the idea of him being a teacher. They would have laughed – not that they still didn't when they heard. However, he proved them wrong. Keisuke Yuki was a good teacher, and for once in his life, he acted like a responsible mature adult. Most of the time.

The unmistakable sound of basketballs hitting the hard gym floor greeted the ears of the now arriving student. Already in her uniform, she entered the change room through the side door and left the street clothes she had in her locker. She then proceeded to try to sneak into the gym without being noticed by the Coach.

"Miss Fujiwara" she swore violently under her breath when she heard the authorizing tone say her name from behind her. She hadn't counted on the assistant coach being present for this practice. Of all the days that he had to come to practice, it had to be this one.

"Keikomi Fujiwara, I will ignore that excessive use of language for the moment while you tell me why exactly you were away the whole day and you are sneaking into the gym"

"Well, I didn't exactly wanna get kicked off the team for missing another practice" she stated truthfully.

"So you were skipping class today?"

"No…I was sick this morning"

"And somehow, you were able to drag your sick self out of bed to come to basketball practice. I'm touched"

"Now, Taka; stop giving Keikomi a hard time" Keisuke came up from behind him, "Just because you're pissed about her missing your math class doesn't mean you can harass her. I'm sure she regrets missing the very enjoyable subject of Mathematics"

Under her breath, Keikomi muttered, "Like anyone would actually take that class willingly, you old money obsessed bastard". She said it quietly enough so that only Keisuke could hear her and Keisuke tried to keep a grin off his face, "Go shoot some hoops" he said to the black haired girl, "And take that sweater off!" he called out.

"Can't!" she called back.

"Why not?"

"I'm still kinda sick!" she reported before grabbing a basketball and threw it into the basket. It went in immediately and she grinned. Keisuke sighed. He wondered why he chose the most unreliable person on his team to be the captain. As she managed to score once more, he remembered. But seriously…the game against one of the rival high schools was in a few days. The captain should not be late to practice like this.

The crowed cheered as the team scored just as buzzer rang for half time and the players got off the court to rest. Most of them were grinning; although they were panting from all the running and jumping they had to do.

"We're winning!" a tenth grader cheered happily.

"It's only halftime" Keisuke reminded her.

She nodded, but kept grinning like a maniac. Keisuke glanced at the crowd, looking for that damn assistant coach of his. His brother-in-law was supposed to be here, along with Miaka, his gluttonous sister. He saw them after a few moments and he groaned inwardly when he saw that, as always, Miaka was pigging out on food. How she managed to get all that food into the school – and more importantly, in her mouth – was one of those life mysteries, he supposed.

The players filed back onto the court again, each team looking more than determined to win. The captains glared at one another and Keisuke chuckled. His opinion could be biased since it was his captain that he was talking about, but he swore that Keikomi's glare looked a lot more threatening than the other one's. Must be the eyes, he decided. While the other captain had dull brown eyes, her eyes, strangely enough were a cat like green (eerily exactly like a cat's) with a ring of silver outlining them. He liked to call them a metallic green color. The other captain seemed taken back at the catty glare she received but stood her ground and the game continued.

Everything went into fast forward mode from there; well, that's how it seemed to Keisuke. One minute, everyone was getting into position and the next, the buzzer rang for the end of the game. He blinked and checked the score; they had won, not surprisingly. Taka and Miaka came down from the bleachers to congratulate the team.

"Knew you could do it" Taka said.

"Oh yeah? I can prove otherwise" Keikomi muttered under her breath again.

"What was that?" Taka asked, trying to sound dangerous but failing, "I heard that"

"I'm so scared" she retorted sarcastically, "A paper cut is scarier than you"

"Why you –" Taka said in a threatening tone, but was cut off by Miaka pulling on his ear, "Taka; stop that. We don't need another court case"

"You've been sued?" one of the younger students asked, "For what?"

Keisuke sighed, "He caused a scene in the mall's food court when the cashier apparently didn't give him the correct change. He was acting like such a prick that the old woman behind the cash register had a heart attack"

A few of the girls tried not to grin for they knew how money grubbing their coach – and math teacher – was.

Keisuke clapped his hands once, "Go change and I'll treat you all to pizza"

Miaka jumped up and down, "Yay!"

"Not you, Miaka; you have to go home. As I recall, you promised Yui and Tetsuya that you'd only stay out a few hours so you could go home and release them from babysitting your kids"

Miaka sighed, "Oh well. Let's go Taka"

Keisuke watched as the girls ate pizza after pizza. He began to slowly wonder if all teenage girls these days ate this much. He remembered Miaka in her teenage years; she practically inhaled her food and even if it was a seven course meal that would get a severely overweight man stuffed, she would still claim to be hungry afterwards. He shuddered; he hope that these girls couldn't eat that much. He didn't think he would be able to afford it if they did.

He turned to Keikomi, who was on her third slice of pizza, "Great game, huh?"

"Yeah coach; now aren't you glad you didn't let Taka kick me off the team for trying to sneak into the gym?"

"Of course. By the way, how did your math test go?"

"Despite the fact that Taka was glaring at me the whole time I was writing it, fine; I think he expected me to cheat or something!" she claimed, as if shocked. Keisuke laughed. Of course Taka would be paranoid. Who wouldn't be? First of all, most people – like Taka – hated it when people dressed like Keikomi did – all in black. She also had three piercings in each ear and had eyeliner traced around her eyes, which accentuated her green eyes even more. It definitely didn't earn her trust among adults…especially old people and especially if they were cheapskates.

"Really?" he answered, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey Coach; do we get meals like this if we win the rest of our games?" one of the girls asked.

"No; you think I can afford more meals like this?" he asked, "Maybe once in a while, but not every time you win"

"Awww"

He checked his watch, "And it's time you get home"

"I need a drive" many voices chorused at once. Keisuke sighed. Wonderful. He was playing chauffeur tonight.

"I'll walk" Keikomi said, "I don't wanna be squashed again"

And with that, she and a few others got up and left the restaurant, saying thanks to Keisuke.

When she got home, the first thing Keikomi did was creep silently down a few halls until she reached a room, which by the way there were so many locks on the door, indicated that it was out of bounds for her. But she simply pulled a few things from her pockets and began to pick the lock. This was an art she had perfectly since she was little due to…unfortunate incidents. After only a few minutes, the door swung open and she peered in. She was looking for something. Sitting down at the desk, she opened a drawer and dug out a book and lazily put it on the table. It looked old so she opened it and then, remembering her task, she dug through the drawer even more until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a small device also known as an mp3 player and pressed the play button and as a song from Linkin Park blasted loudly from the headphones, she glanced at the book. A sentence, written in Chinese, which she could read due to her mother being Chinese, seemed to grab her attention.

"The prophecy shall be fulfilled" she said aloud. As soon as she said this however, the words glowed brilliantly and she had to snap her eyes shut to keep herself from possibly going blind. She felt a sensation similar to falling as the floor seemed to disappear from underneath her. When the bright glare finally subsided, she found herself sitting a strange place. A strange place indeed…

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