Ryoma POV

My family and I just moved to Japan. I lived in America for all my life. We now live in a temple in town. I attend Seigaku. I'm in 7th grade, in home room 1-4. It's been I think a month since we moved.

At school I am the outsider. No one likes me seeing as I'm supposing an "evil" brat. They thin I don't hear there gossiping. I've made more enemies by being smartest in my class. The seniors, opps, I mean sempai, hate my guts for some "unknown" reason. They bullied me to the point I became cold to them.

So today I was lying on the bench outside the tennis courts. It was after school all the tennis team was practicing, a shadow covered me. I look up and there is Monkey King himself. I sit up and give him a death glare. Atobe gave me a look like a monkey. He then said "Ore-sama doesn't like being a delivery man. I don't run errands for peasants, Brat. Though Danny sent you a back stage pass to his concert. I'll see you there."

"I know, just like you where to find me, Keigo. I have ways of to learn this kind of information." I say in English. My fellow students stare at us after along argument in English. When suddenly he used that horrid name "Prince of Perfection", I look at him and said in a sweet tone that had an underlying threat, "Keigo, you will regret what you said defiantly since IT is right around the corner." At that Atobe paled and left swiftly. I gather my stuff, told the students to stop gapping like fools, and to go back to their own little worlds. After wards they left me alone as I headed home.