I'm listening to like the longest playlist I've ever had right now so with each chapter I'll tell you the songs I'm listening to for the fun of it. RIght now it's The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars. I love it lol

Charlie Sporadic. An odd name. An American name for an American girl in Namimori Japan, well part American at least. The second year student sat silently waiting for class to begin. Unlike the many other students of class 2-A she didn't bother talking to her fellow classmates. Ever. Some thought she was just weird and they were more or less right. She never talked but she had overheard several conversations. Everyone thought that because she was American she didn't speak Japanese. She was half Japanese, and lived in Namimori for a while now but she didn't bother wasting her breath. Let them talk all they want, what they thought of her was none of her concern.

When the bell rang everyone took their seats. The moment the teacher began to drone about the Pythagorean theorem she zoned out, watching the leaves outside the window to her left. A little yellow bird flew by the window singing what sounded like the school song but before she was certain the little bird flew too far away. The teacher repeated her name and she stared ahead. Apparently he called her name to answer the question on the board but she simply stared at him. Blankly. A look that had saved her from having to waste her breath for as long as she could remember. He smiled nervously before telling her to pay closer attention. Not that that would do much of anything considering she was passing with flying colors. The students surrounding her seemed disappointed at not hearing her speak. It wasn't a surprise. Only a select few ever heard her speak. Many have tried to get her to speak, even the school idol and they all failed. All except him.

Hibari Kyouya. Her next door neighbor. But considering she's only ever seen him enter the house next to hers a few times she wondered about the assumption. The bell rang and she stood up, filing silently out of the room with the crowd of students heading to the gym. A class she didn't like. She wasn't bad at sports but she didn't put much effort into them either. The only sport she truly admired was track. A solitary sport. And one her lithe body excelled at.

The gym teacher announced the endurance test, which consisted of chin-ups push-ups and several other useless hoops for them to jump through. The girls went first and she sailed through all the requirements with one thing on her mind. The mile run. Something she could easily do in about 5 minutes and today she fully intended on beating her record. The girls lined up, bending over waiting for their signal to go.

When the whistle blew she shoved off setting a quick but moderate pace. She had passed even the track team members and in less then a minute, she was half a lap ahead of them all. She concentrated on keeping her breathing even, only to be distracted by the kid in his underwear. Again. He was shouting something about his dying will and he was passing her. He was passing her? HER! Her brows furrowed slightly as she put more energy into her already long strides.

She beat him. Although it felt immature to be glad about it. She even beat her record. Instead of hearing the encourage words of the Gym teacher and members of the track team trying to recruit her there was silence. She didn't need to look at him to know that he was there. Hibari stood staring menacingly at Sawada. She glanced over at the two surprised that his biting hadn't started before now. Instead Hibari looked down to a baby that...seemed to appear out of nowhere. As the infant spoke his attention moved to her which wasn't as terrifying as everyone whispered about. She stared blankly at him, which seemed to irritate him.

"Tell me your name." His deep voice demanded.

She stared up at him but refused to speak. If he didn't know what her name was by now that wasn't her problem. People gasped as a ton-fa swung menacingly close to her face. She didn't flinch, didn't even blink. He grinned for some reason. "C-charlie-san!" this coming from the boy in his underwear but her bright green eyes didn't move from his steely gray ones. In the back of her mind she almost asked how the boy knew her name but instantly slapped the thought away. She blinked and looked away waiting for him to disappear. Wrong move. Metal swung and appeared to hit flesh but instincts and old habits kicked in. The ton-fa didn't touch her at all but she moved as if it had.

Onlookers gasped, none daring to make a move. Hibari grinned in malicious delight. And kept on swinging. Of course it bothered him that his first attack seemed to miss her entirely even with the close proximity but he didn't let it bother him too much. The fact that only a few of his attacks, the less deadly, were hitting her. As if she were taking the blows on purpose. From the corner of her eyes she saw the infant smirk. Tsunayoshi watched in fright as she was being attacked.

Charlie at last grew tired of him. Her legs moved quickly, almost too quickly to be human. Her foot caught him off guard not once, but twice. Once to his stomach and then into his chest throwing him off balance. He didn't fall of course, which would have been more entertaining to see. Her chocolate colored mass of hair blew everywhere with the wind as her emerald green eyes pinned him with a nonchalant stare.

"Charlie...My name is Charlie."

She spoke only loud enough for him to hear before she walked away. Surprised at him not following her, but considering the fact that she was walking in the direction of the locker room it didn't. Nor did she care. Rubbing the tender spot on her forearm she sighed. That was going to bruise. Badly. Damn.