CHAP 2
Natsume sat in the back of the classroom. As usual, his shounen manga covered his face and his boots were lazily placed on the table. Narumi-sensei walked in, in his usual fluffed and ruffled clothing. "Well, students, we have a new student joining us. Welcome, Nana Takashite."
A girl, with long, straight black hair that covered her eyes walked in, carrying in a dangerous atmosphere. "Nana Takashite is from Kyoto, and she's 14 years old this year. Would you like to say anything to your new class?" asked the blond teacher, beaming at his new student.
"No."
"Ahh, well," Narumi ah-ed and um-ed and eh-ed, "Well, uh, you can sit in the seat at the back, next to Mr. Hyuuga."
She walked, no, SLID through the desks, all the eyes of her classmates on her. Nobody had seen her eyes yet, as her black hair covered them in a shadow. She turned and looked at the raven-haired boy in front of her with his face behind a manga and his boots on her table. "Oy," she said, "Get those boots off of my desk." Everyone in the class shivered. Her voice was like the slow, cold wind that rustled through graveyards. Natsume's manga slid down his face and his crimson eyes stared at her face, trying but failing to see her eyes. "Why?" he asked calmly, obviously unshaken by her voice.
Completely off-topic, she said, "Is that shounen?"
"Yeah, so?"
"I should have known. You, boy, are a typical immature, selfish, spoiled, disgusting brat. Now get those boots off my desk. Don't make me hurt you."
"Hurt me? I doubt you can do that." Natsume was getting really pissed now, and he stood up, facing the girl and a fireball appeared in his hand. "Go ahead, pyromaniac," she said.
Natsume hurled the fireball at the girl, but it disintegrated before it hit her. She now held a fireball, the exact same one as Natsume's, and threw it at him. This time, however, it didn't disintegrate. It flew right past him, singeing his hair and disintegrated behind him. "Who are you?" asked Natsume.
"Nana Takashite, 14 years old. Alice: Borrow."
"Borrow?"
"Immature brat. I thought you should've known by what I just demonstrated."
Natsume just sat down, thinking. Who was this girl?
She sat down beside him, and leaned on the back of the bench in a similar fashion to Natsume's, except she didn't put her feet up. She discreetly examined him, and found him to be… well…
Really, really hot.
