SORRY! I am such a horrible person for not uploading Bunny Sena! But I have plot bunnies! Dx Anyway, hope this tides your appetite.

Hiruma looked through a file of a student who wished to enroll to the school, seating on a high backed rolly chair.

It was required to send in a photo along with the application needed for the school, but honestly, the pictures where getting more Photoshop-ed every year. He thought back to some of the worst pictures, usually from the most desperate students, and couldn't help but let out a cackle. It was a good way to get blackmail information.

He flipped past the application of some random person, without even glancing at the name, to the picture that was stapled on the back.

"Che, taking five fucking points off for using a staple," he grumbled to himself, snapping some bubble gum.

He looked at the glossy photo, a head shot.

The first thing he noticed was a pair of large, innocent, and heavily lashed eyes.

"Kid gained back those stupid points…"

Then, a cute nose and full light pink lips pulled into a warm smile. Small, effeminate chin. A tanned and fairly good complexion. Lush, chocolate brown hair in spiky disarray.

"Hmm, pretty good with digital editing… Wonder what the twerp really looks like," he wondered flipping back to the application. "Kobayakawa Sena, huh?"

He threw the packet into a silver link basket that was meant to be re- looked at by the principal slash disciplinarian. A Possibility.

"Yo, Principle, get your butt in here; I have a Possibility for you," Hiruma yelled while getting another of the many, many applications on his mahogany desk. There were boxes upon boxes of hopeful students who wanted to enter the very selective school.

Mamori came in the room, a napkin tucked over her blouse, hands stubbornly on her hips, scowl stubbornly on her face.

"What is it Yoichi? You know, I have a bunch of other things to do right now and -"

"You mean the hundred dollars worth of cream puffs you ordered 17 minutes ago?"

"Er, well, um, did I hear we got a Possibility? So early in the summer?" Mamori asked airily, changing the subject while trying to discretely take off the napkin from her shirt.

"Yup, just look at the pic. If anything, the idiot has a future with Photoshop. Looks so fucking real."

Mamori took the forms, and looked at the photo, absentmindedly tucking some light brown hair behind her ear. She murmured her agreement at the guy's skill and flipped back to the application.

Name: Kobayakawa Sena

Age: 16

Well, Mamori thought, everything looks good so far… Ok handwriting… Good volunteer hours... Decent grades…. His major…!

"Uh oh."

"What?" Hiruma looked up from the paper work, putting his pen down, annoyed at having to stop.

"I think there has been a misunderstanding."

"Explain," he demanded.

"He plays the ukulele," Mamori clarified.

"…Tough for him."

Somewhere, Sena sneezed.

Several months later…

Sena sat on a black slippery chair in the lobby of Uke School, thrumming his fingers relentlessly on his knees, waiting to take his interview with the Dean. A dark brown book shelf stood against dusty blue colored walls with white trim, a potted plant in the corner, a big brown door in front of him.

Sure, Sena hadn't really read the pamphlets of the school, but it was named Uke School. And everyone knew that the short term or abbreviation of "ukulele" was uke. And he had read that it was one of the most prestigious schools, hardest to get into, and with some of the most amazing teachers and courses. Sena was still shocked as to how he even in the interview. He had learned about the school two years prior to his sixteenth birthday, and since then, he had really buckled down, studying harder, doubling his practice hours, and trying to give back to the community, because, hey, volunteer hours did wonders.

It was vitally important for him to get into this school, playing the ukulele was his life, passion, and essence. Whenever he played even a simple chord, he felt complete and happy; plus, as he had been told by various people, he was good at it. Really good. This was his calling. He couldn't blow it.

He loosened his navy blue tie again, because despite being silk, it was still too tight and hurt his neck. He hated to dress up, but for this occasion, he didn't want to mess it up. He had heard of some people that didn't get scholarships because of their sloppy appearance. So, Sena was wearing a blue suit, the same color of his tie, with a white button-down shirt, the cuffs showing at his wrists. He was even wearing shiny black shoes.

Inside the Dean's office…

Mamori paced along the deep blue carpet in circles, worrying to herself quietly.

"Aren't you nervous, Yoichi?" Mamori asked.

"Why the hell should I be?"

"Well… if he really looks like that… well, how will he fair with all the other students…? The poor thing…"

"Will you shut up and yell the secretary let the kid come in?"

"Suzuna-chan's sick today, peanut allergy or something…"

Hiruma scribbled something down on a notepad with a black pen. "Peanut allergy you say? Kekeke…."

"Well, I'll guess I'll get him…"

Mamori walked to the door and opened it.

Then slammed it.

Then opened it.

Then closed it.

Then opened it again, revealing a rather confused and nervous Sena.

Mamori looked at Sena. From spiky hair, the color of rich chocolate, to lightly tan skin, to a lovely face with dark doe eyes, to small shoulders, to slim built chest, to a surprisingly narrow waist, all the way to his long legs.

"Oh lord," Sena heard Mamori say as she looked him over.

Sena looked at Mamori and new that she was the type of woman most men would kill for. She was fairly tall, with cream colored skin. Her bone structure was graceful but strong and her face was framed with light brown hair. When she had first opened the door, her eyes had been guarded, but then gentled, like that of a mother looking lovingly at her child. She was wearing a pink apron in front of a three piece suit, purple-fuchsia blouse striking against the black jacket and skirt.

"U-um, is there a pr-problem?" Sena asked worriedly. He already liked the lady in front of him. She looked nice.

"There might be one…"

"Um…"

"Oh, but please come in, the Dean will see you know," Mamori managed to say kindly, gesturing into the room behind her.

Sena stood up, grabbed his ukulele case, to the puzzlement of Mamori, and shuffled in with quick, nervous steps.

Inside the office, there was a large, mahogany colored desk, its glossy surface covered with papers and black books that seemed ominous. Behind the desk, a large black chair, with its back facing Sena, stared out the large window that took up most of the wall. The light streaming in caused a shadow to appear on the desk.

Sena took a seat on a black chair with wooden arm rests.

The figure turned his chair around revealing Hiruma. Well, Sena guessed it was the Hiruma from his acceptance letter. He was wearing a gray suit, a tie as black as his hair, bloody red button down shirt, and his breast pocket had a black handkerchief folded neatly in it. Suddenly, Hiruma lifted his feet to rest on his desk, revealing black and white suede shoes.

Sena gulped. The guy looked more like a mafia boss than a Dean.

Hiruma opened his eyes and for the first time looked at Sena.

"Holy shi-"

"Yoichi!" Mamori interrupted, her mother hen personality kicking in.

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered with a dismissive wave of his hand.

He looked at the kid in front of him. Then, taking the application from its manila folder, flipped to the photo. The only difference seemed be that the… he flipped to the beginning of the packet to the name. 'Kobayakawa Sena' it read. The only difference was slightly longer hair in the Sena in front of him.

Hiruma's eyes slid to the battered case at the kid's feet. Black, originally, but much scratched. Stickers, duct tape. Scribbles of what looked like dates and times etched onto the side in silver sharpie. A tag, probably holding the kid's address, lest the case ever be lost, Hiruma figured.

"Um, sir," Sena managed to say. Normally he wouldn't be the first person to start a conversation, but his ukulele carrier was on the line! "Um, is there a reason as, um, to why you wanted to, um, interview me, u-um, after I got accepted to the, um, school? Am I getting re-re-rejected?"

"No, it's not that," Hiruma explained casually. Sena noticed that whenever the man in front of him spoke, sharp fangs showed under his lips. And he noticed how sharp the man's ears were. And that he had tons of piercings.

Scary.

"See, fucking shrimp," Hiruma continued after noticing how particularly small and frail the twerp looked. "I'm the Dean, so you'll interview with me will be to determine your personality and shit and see how you're gonna act."

"Yoichi! Stop cursing!" Mamori chided. She was leaning against a bookshelf that had thick encyclopedias on it.

"Shut the hell up, woman!"

"I swear, I'll tell Mom!"

"'Che, like she scares me."

"She should."

"W-wait, are you two married?" Sena asked in all innocence.

"What?" came the combined question from both.

"Are… Are you not?" The way the bantered with each other and how the woman called Hiruma by his first name…

There was a stunned silence.

The atmosphere crackled.

Then, both Hiruma and Mamori busted out laughing.

"Oh, gawd, that's rich!" Hiruma yelled, tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks. Mamori was busy choking from all the laughter she was trying to keep down.

"Are you serious?" she asked between coughs. "We're brother and sister!"

"Eh? But you don't really look… alike…" Sena trailed off gracelessly, becoming embarrassed at his giant blunder. This was turning out to be a great interview. He probably offended them and now he would never play his ukulele again! Poor Pitt…

Yes, he had named his ukulele.

"That's because my mom," Mamori said panting hard, "married his dad. Ow, my sides hurt."

"Kekeke, that's fucking hilarious. Anyway twerp, tell me 'bout yourself."

"Um, like, um, like what?"

"Like you damn likes, dislikes, what you plan to fucking do, brat!"

"W-well," Sena started, "I, um, am majoring in the ukulele. I really like cats and running and Pitt, that's, um, that's my uke's name-"

"You're who's name?"

"My uke's name. You know, like the name of the school. Uke is short for ukulele."

"That a fact…?"

Hiruma scratched something down on a notepad.

"Tell me, how much do you know about our school?" Hiruma asked in all seriousness.

"W-well," Sena murmured in embarrassment. "Not tha-that pretty much, aside that it's a good school… and that's it, really."

"So you applied to a school you knew nothing of?"

"W-well, I assumed-"

"You know what happens when you assume?"

"Um, bad things-"

"You make a fucking ass out of you and me."

"Oh-"

"Do you even know why you had to apply so early?"

"N-no…" Sena decided that he didn't like this Hiruma person. Healthy fear was starting to form in his stomach.

"Anezaki!" Hiruma yelled at his sister. "Take the stupid kid to your office and tell all he needs to know."

"Fine, but you should know that I don't have to take orders from you and that-"

"Go. I have a coupon for 15% off cream puffs that I'll throw out the window unless you go."

"Fine," the lady- Anezaki- said. Sena hoped he could get her last name. Using first names was always so embarrassing.

She stepped through a giant door and motioned for him to do the same.

"Is our interview really over? I mean, it doesn't seem like you asked me any questions…"

"Technically, I asked you seven questions."

He reclined back in his chair and took out a wad of bubblegum, unwrapped the foil, and placed the blue piece of gum in his mouth.

"O-oh…" Sena bowed to him before going through the door.

Inside this room, it was a bright, sunny yellow with cream colored trim. Light streamed in from a window that took up a whole wall, like the one in the Dean's office only bigger. There were more potted plants and a light colored wooden floor. The chairs were a white color and looked a lot plusher than the critical looking chairs in the other office. There was even a hammock, and along with the diplomas, brightly colored paintings.

A white desk separated the room, the papers on the desk more in order, wire baskets sat empty, and a gold plaque said the name 'Anezaki Mamori.'

"Take a seat," Mamori said.

Sena did and almost sunk all the way down on the wonderful chairs. He let out a soft sigh on happiness.

Aw, he's so cute! Mamori thought. And without a second she jumped over her desk, landed lightly on her black heels, and glomped Sena. She hugged him to her well endowed chest, a bit surprised at how light he was, and twirled him around the room. "Sena-chan~ you're so cute!" she squealed in delight.

S-Sena-chan? Sena thought embarrassedly, blushing hotly.

"Well, I guess we should start," Mamori said as she took a seat in her chair after a couple minutes of huggling Sena. She had already took off her apron and was putting it in a drawer of her desk when Sena asked a question.

"Excuse me, Mamori-san, but why do you have a different last name than Hiruma-san?"

"Do you really expect me to share a name with that devil?" Mamori asked, jerking a thumbing to where Hiruma was. "And you can call me Mamori-neechan," she added kindly.

Sena nodded, blushing slightly.

"Let's see, some history of the school should help," Mamori walked to a bookshelf and took a thick book with a dark green cover and gold title. She flipped a couple pages in and started skimming. After a couple seconds, she seemed to have found what she was looking for. "Ok, so this was founded 100 to 120 years ago," she looked up to Sena. "There's some confusion as to exactly when because this school was kept under pretty tight wraps. It was guessed that the idea was first thought of in London by a young man named Ciel Phantomhive a while back. Anyway, it was founded by Naruto Uchiha. Here's a picture," Mamori said holding up the book.

It revealed a black and white photo of a man, late twenties to early thirties. He appeared to have unruly blonde hair, big, light colored eyes, and some strange birth marks on his face. He was smiling warmly at the camera. Next to him was a very tall man, around the same age, perhaps older, pale and with very dark hair. He was smirking.

"Mind you," Mamori said, flipping through some more pages, "that was Uchiha-san somewhere else. The people who wrote the history of Uke School couldn't find many clear photos of him, so they copied a family picture. It's guessed that he founded the school when he was still an Uzumaki."

"What?"

"After he got married, he changed his name. He used to be an Uzumaki."

"So the guy standing next to him?"

"Was his husband."

"O-oh," Sena stuttered. He didn't have a problem with gay people, but it was kinda awkward, considering he wasn't used to it.

"Anyway, this place was built for…" Mamori thought of the right words. "It was constructed to be a, um, sort of haven if you will… For, um… ukes…"

"This place was built for ukuleles?" Sena asked, awestruck. He had definitely chosen the right school for Pitt and him!

This was awkward. "Um, not exactly… it was built for people- well for boys, who got, um, harassed…" Mamori trailed off awkwardly. She didn't want to be the one who wrecked Sena's innocence.

"But what about the ukuleles?"

"Forget about the ukuleles!" Mamori yelled, frustrated and flustered.

"S-sorry," Sena whispered, eyes down cast, reminding Mamori of a kicked puppy.

"No, it's not your fault," Mamori reassured. "Anyway, after a couple of years, word got around that such a school existed, and some people- er, boys, applied to this school just to, um, talk to the students here. Well, sort of. And there was some more, er, harassment and so, it was required to send a photo in order to see if you had, the, um, requirements to go here.

"And for a while it was ok… But then things like digital editing was invented and so people got in even though they shouldn't have. And then there were lawsuits and so then word got around that this school had turned into… an, er, aggressive school if you will." Mamori never knew how this could be so awkward.

"So, why did you have to interview me?" Sena asked. He had just gotten the rundown of the school's history but other than that…

"We wanted to see if you weren't using Photoshop or something… Now, let's talk about tuition. Our school is very expensive, but it's a good school. How are you paying?" Mamori was actually worried for Sena. She secretly hoped that he couldn't afford it. Sure, he was already accepted, but he could still be turned down if he couldn't afford it.

"My dad's a lawyer and my mom is the columnist for a magazine."

"Oh really?" Mamori asked excitedly. She loved magazines.

"Um, well its pure gossip really," Sena said sheepishly, "but the magazine is called The Gossip."

"Oh I love that magazine!"

"Um, anyway, am I accepted?"

Mamori sighed, not wanting to accept the truth. But as she looked at Sena's bright eyes, she knew she had no choice. "Yes, you have remained in. Welcome to Uke School."