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Author's note: this is my first ever fanfiction, so please don't flame me! My friends enjoyed it and they thought I should share. Please don't flame me on my plotlessness in this chapter, I would have included more but I would simply be too long. Also as I mentioned in my summary, this is a takari fic and anyone who has a problem with that probably should leave now. Please R&R! I'm open to any suggestions other than the couples. Thanx ~_~.

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Though the Darkness part 1

Chapter 1:

Prying Eyes

***** P.O.V. TK *****

"In 1999 I did a essay piece on the great poets of the 17th century for my entire 3rd year Language grade. When I was finished it was about 389½ pages in length. Luckily you are only going into grade 11 next year, so you don't have to write such detailed works, but If you plan on going to collage or university after high school, and I hope all of you are, you must prepare yourself. I know that teachers may make post secondary education seem very difficult, not that it's a walk in the park by any standards, but let me tell you that it is well worth it. I remember my 1st year..." Mr. Sincatuchi rambled on and on about his wonderful past.

'Boring!' I thought. Usually language arts was one of my favourite classes (after Phys. Ed. of course), but it hadn't been this past year. My teacher's lectures were always so boring. The entire year I had put up with his foolish musing and his stupid assignments, but in a little more than a week I'd be free of him and his stupid lectures. For now I would simply have to wait it out.

I let my mind wonder, Mr. Sincatuchi never notices anyway, he's too enthralled in telling the tales of his own boring life (which I suppose is a good thing, because no one else was). My eyes settled on Kari. She was in my L.A. class this semester, actually most of our classes were together.

She looked so beautiful in her green uniform, as she daintily brushed her sagging hair out of her eyes. She seemed to be thoughtfully making scratches on a pad of paper with her pencil.

"Notes, probably." I muttered under my breath. Kari was such a good student, she always paid attention in class, unlike me. A stupid grin crossed my face as these thoughts floated through my mind; 'she always looks pretty, no matter what she's doing.' (A stupid thought? Yes, and I know it, but I've got to admit it's true!)

***P.O.V. Kari***

I stared down at the page I'd been writing upon. At first I had been jotting down notes, but as my professor's lecture became increasingly irrelevant (not to mention boring) both my thoughts and hand had strayed from the subject. I had drawn quite a few pink hearts with 'Takeru + Hikari = love' or something to that effect in them. I now found myself writing a few of the names I may use when I'm older.

Hikari Kamiya

Kari Kamiya - Takaishi

Kari Takaishi

Hikari & Takeru Takaishi

Mrs. Takaishi

Mrs. Tk Takaishi

'Oh man Kari, you have seriously lost it!' I told myself in awe of the moronic thing I had just done. It was not the least bit like me to write such childish things, like what my name would become if I married the boy I had a crush on. 'Oh well, At least I didn't write his name all over my binder like Mimi did last year.' I told myself remembering when Mimi had written Matt's name all over her notebook. Then a horrible thought struck me like lightning, 'or had I!' . I wasn't really being very attentive while I was drawing the countless rose hearts that littered my notepaper. What if somehow I had written on my binder as well? Immediately I feverishly began searching the black vinyl binder for any marks in pink gel pen that may reveal my true feelings for my best friend.

Luckily I didn't see any, but I also didn't see Mr. Sincatuchi approaching me with an inquisitive expression on his face. He had noticed that I wasn't paying attention and had silently observed my behavior. While pushing my binder back into my desk (relieved that my secret would not be breached by an object meant to carry paper), I accidentally knocked the paper I had been writing on, off of my desk. I hastily reached down to snatch it of the floor before anyone had a chance to read what I had wrote, but another hand quickly came into view. It grabbed the page right out from underneath my fingers. As I looked up to see who now had access to one of the best kept secrets in history (or at least the history of my life), I was completely horrified

to discover that it was my teacher!

"What's this?" he asked as he looked over the paper. All of a sudden a sly smirk appeared on his face. "I should have known he mumbled under his breath (or at least I think he did). Then he looked at me, "Miss Kamiya, this is very interesting work, but you must admit it's most certainly not notes."

All I could do was pray that he didn't read it aloud to the class. There were many other girls who had crushes on Takeru, and I really didn't want to become part of his fan club, nor did I want to be branded as a 'Tk lover'. Most girls just liked him because he was popular or their friends did. I was very different, I didn't care about fads or trends, I just did what I liked to do whether it was in style or not. To my surprise (and relief) Mr. Sincatuchi didn't read it out loud he simply motioned me to follow him over to his desk.

I did as he asked and followed him, but I couldn't help thinking 'Was he making fun of me or purposely trying to embarrass me?' I didn't know but what I did know was that most (if not all) of my classmates were wispering trying to discover the contents on that piece of paper. I also knew that there would be many questions about this little incident after class that I truly did not want to answer. I felt as if millions of eyes were staring at me trying to seeing right through my flesh and into my inner most thoughts.

As I reached his desk I desperately search through all the excuses I knew of. None seemed to fit. "It's not mine!" I blurted out before I knew what I was saying. "Opps" I muttered under my breath as I mentally kicked myself for that one. 'That was soooooo lame. How are you ever going to make that sound believeable?' I asked myself.

"Kari? I doubt your friend would ever write this sort of thing with your name on it." Mr. Sincatuchi stated.

" Yeah, well. She thinks I like him and was trying to make fun of that notion." I covered, but as I may or may not have mention I really suck at lying.

"It's okay to like a boy Kari. Most girls your age do. And if the guy you picked is anywhere near as kind out of my class as his is in it, he is probably worth of your affections." Mr. Sincatuchi lectured (have you noticed that he absolutely loves to do that yet? Or is it just me? Anyway.) like he was an expert when it came to dating.

" But I don't like him." I said so quietly that I could barely hear it.

" I just would like to ask you not to do this." he continued, motioning at my crinkled piece of paper, "in my class. Okay?"

"Okay." I mumbled as I turned from him and sluggishly began moving towards my desk.

"Oh, and Kari?" he asked " You might want to work on those excuses of yours because it's almost impossible for your friend to have written on this piece of paper after it had notes form today's class on it."

I was humiliated as I managed to nod and answer "I suppose not."

*** P.O.V. TK ***

'I wonder what was on that paper?' I asked myself. I had no clue why, but some how I could tell that she was very embarrassed. She's usually good at hiding that sort of stuff. She must have written something really personal on that page, something she didn't want anyone to see,.but what?' For some reason I just couldn't seem to take my eyes off her as she returned to her seat. The information that the paper withheld was nagging at the back of my mind. 'I have to find out what was on that paper!'

***P.O.V. Kari ***

I was somewhat relieved when the bell finally rang after about five minutes. I was glad to be out of that room because with every passing second I could feel that pressure mounting. Yet I was also nervous because now they had a chance to ask me something that I didn't want anyone to know.

As I made a brief stop at my looker I heard the most bizarre thing. Two of my classmates from language arts past by me, giggling and pointing as if they already knew what I had written.

"No," I told myself, "how could they. Mr. Sincatuchi wouldn't do that behind my back. Would he?" I shook the though from my head and proceeded to the cafeteria.

Upon my arrival I laid clam to our usually table, and sat down waiting for the others to arrive.

For some reason I couldn't help but think some one (if not everyone,) was watching me. Yet whenever I looked up there wasn't a single body turned towards me. After a few minutes this feeling was really beginning to creep me out, and the fact that I was sitting at a table all by myself wasn't too reassuring either. 'Where is everyone?'

To Be Continued..

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Author's note: the next chapter includes some Davis bashing so if U like him please don't read or if U do, don't flame me. ~_~.