Chapter I – No so happy camper.

The blank stare Masaki was giving the great Shinning Saotome shocked the staff of Saotome Academy. They held their gasps back to see what kind of response their president and headmaster would give to the neighboring Academy's Headmaster Watanabe, Masaki.

Saotome just held his arms out wide and wrapped them around the other. The staff couldn't hold back their shocked noises as they watched the two headmasters struggle in their hug. Masaki wiggled himself free and pushed Saotome back.

"I'll give you to the count of 3 to explain to me why the hell there are gaping holes in my classrooms!" Masaki's roar filled Saotome's office.

His face beat red from the anger welling up inside of him. He almost looked as if he might explode on them.

"Don't worry, it was only a minor setback. I was simply trying to show my staff the dos and don'ts of creating a flashy entrance that I've learned in my years." Saotome folded his arms and looked as if he had done nothing wrong, but in fact he had ruined over half the classrooms in Masaki's main building. Masaki looked as if he might tackle the grinning man and choke him to death.

"Don't worry you say!? WHERE WILL MY STAFF HOLD THEIR CLASSES?" Masaki's tone rose with each word, turning into a full on scream.

Masaki was usually a very calm and serious man but Saotome Mitsuo brought the worst out in him. Ever since they were in high school the pair has butted heads in methods of doing things.

"...There are not nearly enough classes for my students and the construction men said it will take over a month to fix those classrooms." Masaki took a deep breath and regained his composure.

"I can't apologize enough; I should have exercised more caution with your classrooms."

Masaki just looked at the man with a fierce glare; Saotome had been exposed to the glare for to many years for it to bother him.

"I will smite you where you stand." Masaki growled out.

He hated the easy going way Saotome dealt with serious things. Saotome just patted the man's left shoulder and began to laugh loudly. The staff in the room jolted from the power of the laugh. They couldn't help but look at Masaki the Headmaster at Watanabe Academy of design with sympathy.

"I know! Your students can use my extra classrooms while your school is getting its needed repairs." Saotome lifted his hand, his index finger pointed up.

His face looked as if he had made a great suggested but from the face Masaki reacted with, one could say he had said the most horrible thing known to mankind.

"How about, oh I don't know, NO!"

Tsukimiya Ringo stepped forward, a cautious smile curled on his painted pink lips. The cross dressing Idol had worked with the "Free Moon" Company that Masaki had owned. It was full of graphic designers, fashion designers, dance instructors, agents, and pretty much the entire business side of the Idol world. Masaki himself had designed an album cover for the cross dresser once before.

"Watanabe-sensei wouldn't it be best if the students attended here; the schools could both provide transportation for the students to get to and from classes. The schools aren't far from each other and you two have known each other for some time so you can trust the staff here." Ringo continued to smile trying to hide the fear that Masaki might throw him right out the window along with Saotome.

Masaki jerked his head to the side just enough to see the pink haired man.
"The teachers I can trust, it's this fool I can't leave one ounce of trust with."

Masaki knew that the teachers Saotome gathered were more than capable to make sure that things went well, plus his own academy's teacher would be here. The only problem was that the flaying monkey Saotome would be sneaking around more than likely doing things behind Masaki's back. Saotome just smiled at the man's harsh words. He used his hand to pet the man's cheek in an affectionate way.

"Oh old friend, your students will be treated like my own!" Saotome quirked his head to the right.

"Tch." He made the noise through his teeth. He was really left with no choice, all the other academies were too far and he did trust the staff at Saotome Academy.

Shaking his head he opened his mouth.
"Fine, since it seems I have no other place to put my students. It's the least you can do what damages you've done." br /
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Masaki turned to face the staff, who were had a sea of mixed faces. They were shocked but sympathetic towards Masaki because of what had happened.

"Please take care of my students, thank you." Masaki bowed to the staff. He appreciated the kindness the staff and even his idiotic friend had showed him.

"I have to call the contractors about my building, and get everything ready for when the students begin coming here. Take care." With that Masaki patted Ringo on the head, giving him a brief smile.

He headed out the door and could hear Saotome yell with excitement and instruct his staff to prepare for the influx of Watanabe Academy students.


The days following the conversation between the two head masters, the staff of both Saotome Academy and Watanabe Academy prepared for the move to Saotome Academy. Masaki stayed at his academy to deal with repairs and the rest of the student body that had classrooms.
The two schools provided the Watanabe Academy students with a charter bus to and from academies.

The start of the week came around, marking it the first day of the joined academies. The Saotome Academy students curious to meet the others from their sister school. Of course there were ones that either had no opinion on the outsider students or weren't happy about it.

"Manabe-kun, please try to participate a little more than just grunts next time." The salt and pepper haired teacher pleaded.

A small framed boy stood in front of him, his hands wrapped tightly around his shoulder bag. Manabe Shouta was a rather serious young man who was more interested in painting then social interaction. Shouta responded with a shrug. The teacher shook his head. Shouta had been in the Digital design class for an entire year previous to the current one.

The sudden move from Watanabe Academy to Saotome Academy had made it even harder for the teachers to try and make Shouta more social towards others. Not that it was any of their business if Shouta had friends, but they were worried that the young man was too much of a loner.

"I'll try harder tomorrow, Sensei." Shouta bowed his head.

The teacher could tell he didn't mean the words as much as he should. The teacher opened his mouth to remind Shouta that he had promised to try harder before and never did, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Both the teacher and Shouta turned their gaze to the door; a young tanned girl opened the door. The teacher smiled, waving his hand to let the girl know she could enter.
"Hakan-chan, isn't this a surprise." The teacher chimed.

The young Native American girl was named Hakan fox and she was one of the harder working, upbeat students he had. She smiled at both pair standing in front of the desk; the teacher leaning against the desk while Shouta stood a few feet away from him.

"I was wondering if you were busy, I had a few things I wanted to ask you about on the latest assignment you handed out." Hakan tilted her head as her smile weakened.

The teacher stood up straight, he opened his mouth to tell her that he was talking with Shouta but glanced at her pleading expression, then to the Shouta who looked like he was ready to fly out of the class the first chance he got.

"Ah, no I'm free right now. Mananbe-kun please think on what I was saying and we'll talk later." The teacher took his teacher's planner and tapped the boy lightly on his forehead.

Shouta's expression unaffected by the tap, he bowed to his teacher.
"Yes Sensei." Shouta turned and headed towards the door.

Most people didn't get to know Shouta very well; on account of his serious, loner type nature. Little did the teacher smiling at the walking boy know, that Hakan and him were quite good friends. They didn't have the same class together but they had made friends over common grounds. Hakan knew that Shouta hated when the teachers got on his back for trivia things like not being social, so the pair had worked out a routine.

Hakan was popular with teachers because of her good nature so it was easy for her to approach a teacher and get them to let Shouta go so they could help her.

Shouta looked up at the girl and shot her a smirk as he passed. As serious as Shouta was he still had the ability to be mischievous; especially when it came to getting out of dealing with the teachers.


With his chance to escape thanks to Hakan, he made his way out of the Saotome Academy building. Shouta and Hakan were some of the many students to get transferred to the Saotome Academy building until their classrooms were repaired. Hakan loving to sing was excited to visit the academy but Shouta wasn't as excited. He felt rather indifferent towards the change of buildings.

He looked up at the sky, it was tinting with orange as the sun began to set. He still had enough time to get to the dorms in time before curfew. There were two more buses that went from Saotome Academy to Watanabe Academy, giving the students enough time to gather their things and talk with their teachers if needed.

Shouta kept his hands tightly wrapped around the strap of his shoulder bag, taking his sweet time while walking. He did think the scenery of Saotome Academy was nice. Rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger as he walked, a sudden rush of tiredness ran over him. He was walking alone with no sight of anyone else in his path, so when a sudden rush of cackling and giggling girls filled the area behind him he jerked his head back. He could see the students wearing the extravagant Saotome uniforms.

Watanabe students had a plainer and simpler looking uniform. Shouta was wearing a black Gakuran, the pins signifying his grade and class type on the standing collar of his Jacket. From a far most would assume the boy was a middle schooler.

He was on the shorter and thinner side, while his brown messy hair made his face harder to see. He watched as the group drew closer to him, noting to himself that the five or six girls were surrounding a tall man.

The man could easily pass as a teacher but he was wearing a academy uniform. Shouta had now stopped dead in his tracks lost in thought.

What a bunch of idiots their making themselves out to be.
Shouta scoffed to himself. Looking at each giggling girl throwing themselves at the man. They weren't anything special so he glanced up at the man. The man was quite attractive, his orange-brown hair falling to his shoulders. He looked like quite the player with the way he wore his uniform and his expression with the girls.

Shouta was about to turn his head back and continue walking to his bus when the man's striking blue eyes caught Shouta's gaze. A smile grew on his face, as he held Shouta's gaze.

"What's a middle school student doing roaming around our school?" the group had moved close enough so that the man could direct his words to Shouta.