A/N: It's spring break so I'm kind bored tonight, thus chapter 2 so quickly! I'm sorry for any misspelled words. I've got sticky keys and a fast brain; hard to type it all correctly.

Enjoy!

The next morning was as uneventful as ever. Yuzuki and Miyako got ready, packed the last of their things and got into the car with Mrs. Locke. While the two related women talked loudly to each other about the school year, Yuzuki sat in the back leaning against the arm rest. With her chin in her hand, her red orbs stared out the window at the city that was actually kind of small compared to some. She knew Iwa was far bigger than Konoha and that Kiri was even bigger than Iwa. She had visited both cities once in her life; both trips were with her grandparents. Mindlessly, her fingers came up and played with the key necklace around her neck. I miss you, she thought with a sigh.

Miyako looked back at her best friend and the distant look in her eyes. She noticed her playing with the treasure around her neck and a somber look over took her normally happy one. That necklace meant more to Yuzuki than anything else in the world, even their friendship. The thought caused a painful ping to stab at her heart. She remembered when she stole the necklace and hid it from her in a rage. Yuzuki immediately broke off their friendship when Miyako refused to give it back. Even though she knew what the necklace meant to her best friend, she felt her obsession with it was a little unhealthy. But, she learned her lesson and never again did anything like that.

"Okay girls!" Mrs. Locke's voice snapped both girls back to reality and they looked out the window.

To Miyako, what was before them was nothing new and she casually hopped out of the car. However, to Yuzuki, the scenery was amazing! The school compound was enormous; it took up an entire block! From what she could see from the car, there were three buildings that looked to be five stories high each. Various trees lined the street and courtyard, which were cut in half by a large white brick wall with an equally giant iron rod gate. Slowly opening the car door, she stepped out watching the many students walking onto the compound with bags and friends. Each one was dressed in the required attire for the school. The girls had two choices, a white collared shirt with blue pinstripes, navy blue sweater and black skirt, or navy blue collared shirt with light blue pinstripes, gray sweater and black skirt. The boys had one option, which Yuzuki wasn't complaining about at all. They wore white collared shirts, black vests, black ties, black blazers and pressed black pants. In the summer it was god awful, but it did make them all look handsome.

Miyako came around from the trunk of the car with a bag slung over her shoulder lazily. Readjusting her red spectacles, Yuzuki took in the casual way Miyako used the uniform. With her navy colored shirt untucked, three shirt buttons open, sweater open and sleeves rolled up, she crossed her arms across her chest as she watched everyone around them. She had chosen the darker version of their uniform. It wasn't long before Yuzuki noticed that many of the students were either waving or shouting greetings to Miyako. She sure was popular.

"Hey, you ready to get unpacked?" she asked as she waved goodbye to her mother. "Maybe we can find Kiba and the others."

Yuzuki giggled at the mention of his name.

"Wh-what?!" Miyako asked with a glare and light blush.

"Nothing!" Yuzuki sang, waving her off.

Miyako scoffed, grabbing her friend's wrist, "Just come on."

Yuzuki giggled the whole way as they walked onto the campus. The fact that Miyako was so worked up about something so little only made it worse for her. Stifling her amusement, she looked around at what surrounded her. The front building looked so much bigger now that they were closer to it, but most things do. There were groups of teens talking to each other, most of them looked like they knew each other, but there were a small few that looked just as timid as she might have been if it weren't for her best friend dragging her around. None of the people really stood out to her except a girl with pink hair. She was walking next to two boys, one was blonde and tanned, and the other was pale with black hair and scowling. She took note that a few other girls shot the pinkette a dirty glare as she walked by with the boys. I wonder what that's about, she thought.

"Hey, earth to Yuzuki," Miyako's voice interjected loudly.

Yuzuki whipped her head around to face her best friend, "Hm?"

The peach haired girl sighed, shaking her head, "You're hopeless. I was trying to tell you about the school."

"Oh, uhm…sorry," she apologized with a faint hue on her cheeks.

"Okay, so that first building we just passed is the main building. It has all the home rooms and most of the other classrooms; some were move to another building to make room for all the students. The building directly across the field is the science building where all the labs are and the science classes are held, while beside that is the two story library." Yuzuki's finger moved along with what Miyako was saying as if she was working out the layout of the school in her head.

They stopped in front of a white painted brick building. "Where are we?" Yuzuki craned her neck to look at the entirety of the building.

Miyako followed suit, "This is one of the dorm buildings. There are two," she paused and threw her thumb over her shoulder to point at the matching building beside the one they were standing in front of. "That's the other one. They're called the Gemini Buildings because they look identical." She paused and pulled out a piece of paper from the bag slung over her shoulder, reading it. "Looks like we're in dorm…412 Gemini Building 2."

Without a word, Miyako spun on her heel and, while still reading the paper, walked to the white building beside them. With a small jump, Yuzuki followed after her, having to jog just to catch up with her long strides. To say she was a little overwhelmed might have been an understatement. She had never been to a boarding school, or even a school of this size before! Seeing all the people around her, walking around so casually, made her feel small and out of place. Her last school was tiny; each classroom barely fit thirty kids. This would take some getting used to.

Her hand absently came up to her necklace, as if silently asking it for strength. Quietly, she followed behind Miyako as she read the paper and prodded off about the school some more. Honestly, Yuzuki kind of stopped paying attention less than half way up the stairs. It amazed her that someone as crazy as Miyako was able to have so many friends. In the time it had taken them to get to their floor, she was greeted by thirty different people. She didn't stay to chat with any of them extensively, but it was clear to Yuzuki that she knew all of them very well.

"Here we are, 412!" Miyako gave her a signature goofy grin before throwing open the door.

Red eyes grew wide as they peered into the room; it was the size of a small apartment! The walls were colored a sweet butter cream with plush carpeting to match. The living room wasn't huge, but it was good enough space for two people to move around comfortably. A small bar area cut off the living room to the kitchen which definitely was too small. How they would ever cook in there was something she couldn't even fathom at the moment. Immediately beside the kitchen was the narrow hallway that led to the bedrooms and shared bathroom.

"I call dibs on the room next to the kitchen!" Miyako shouted as she scrambled into the dorm and to the door that led to the room she wanted.

"Of course you would," Yuzuki chuckled with a lazy eye roll and walked in.

She shut the door and heard Miyako shriek like a banshee in happiness. It was obvious that she liked it here. Miyako had loving parents and a warm home, but she always preferred to be away from her parents. She always said that freedom was what she really wanted. Perhaps school was that freedom she could finally have. After all, she did spend her summers and holidays with her parents, along with weekends and worked part-time at the Locke House. No matter how much she might have complained about her parents, she was a doting daughter.

Yuzuki walked to the back room and opened the door. It was a good sized room, big enough for a queen sized bed, desk and a medium sized closet. The paint job and carpet were the same as the rest of the dorm, but it was kind of calming. She noticed her stuff had already been brought up as she threw her bag on the bed and walked to the only window in the room. Unlatching the window, she pushed it open and let the summer air filter through. It was hot outside, but not sweltering so the air felt good. She sighed as she leaned against the frame, staring down at all the people walking around below. Tomorrow was the first day of class and she had no idea what to expect. Were boarding schools any different than normal high schools? What were the people like here? Would she make any friends? Many thoughts raced through her mind as she felt the tiniest of breezes push through her mint colored bangs.

"Hey," Miyako's voice caused Yuzuki to break contact with the outside world and look at her. "Let's go get our keys so we don't get locked out." There was a light slap as she hit the doorframe before leaving.

Wordlessly, she got up and followed after the bouncing teen. With a faint smile, she watched as Miyako skipped down the halls and stairs with a sense of glee that could only be described as a child knowing a secret. Yuzuki felt the nerves of a new student set in when people began to stare at her. Instantly her eyes fell to the floor to avoid looking into their eyes. Was it strange to see Miyako with another student? Or was it her hair? Instinctually her hands reached up to her ponytail, pulling it over her shoulder and running her hands through it as if trying to wipe away the color. She knew it was weird but she couldn't help that she was born that way!

"Ow," she mumbled as she looked up to see Miyako had stopped. "Seriously, quit that." Her red eyes blinked curiously as she noticed that for a split second, Miyako was rigid before calming and continuing on.

"Hey there Gaara," she said, casually leaning against the desk they had come up to. Looking around, Yuzuki noticed they had finally reached the first floor again. Her eyes flickered over to the desk.

Sitting at the curved desk was a young man, more than likely the same age as them. His skin was pale, comparable to Hinata's or her own. Messy red locks sat atop his head without gel or help to be as messy as it was. His sea green eyes were half lidded in either annoyance or boredom, she couldn't tell. On his forehead was a tattoo of the word 'Love' and large black rings around his eyes. Was it makeup? He wasn't wearing the same uniform as the others, in fact, he wasn't wearing a uniform at all. A red plaid shirt sat unbuttoned to expose a black t-shirt underneath. In his ears were several piercings, including an industrial bar. Miyako wasn't kidding when she said he was the resident punk.

"Where's your brother?" she asked, even though it was obvious that everyone else was avoiding the desk because of him sitting there. Some were even whispering as they saw Miyako talking to Gaara so nonchalantly.

He shrugged. "His fat ass went to go get food or something."

"So he left you, of all people, in charge of handing out keys?" She almost laughed if it hadn't been for the glare he gave her. It was a truly terrifying glare, making Yuzuki instantly uncomfortable. "How's that going for you?"

He didn't say a word but scowled at her.

"Yeah, I can see that…" really, she was just talking to herself. "Well, we're here for our keys."

Gaara didn't make any inclination that he was moving to give them the keys to their dorm as he just sat and stared at them blankly. His green eyes wandered over Miyako's shoulder to the green haired girl standing awkwardly behind her. She noticed and tried to hide behind her.

He was about to say something when his brother walked up, "Hey ladies!" A tall brunette stood beside the desk putting down a sandwich, chips and a drink. He smiled at them, "Thanks for holding down the fort Gaara, You can go now, your face is scaring away the girls."

Yuzuki watched as Gaara shot a death glare at his brother before getting up and casually walking away without saying a word. "Why did you put your brother in charge while you went out? Couldn't you have just put up an 'Out to lunch' sign?" Miyako asked once Gaara was out of listening range.

"Eh, he's my brother," the brunette shrugged. "Even if we hate each other I can still trust him. Plus he was just walking around doing nothing." He smirked at the peach haired girl and let his brown eyes shift to the girl standing behind her. "Oh-ho, Miyako why are you holding out on me!"

Yuzuki squeaked when he came around to face her completely. A blush tinted her face pink as her red eyes met his brown ones. "H-hello…" she murmured softly, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater.

"She's too adorable!" he looked up towards the other girl, "Where'd you find her?"

Miyako smirked at him, placing a hand on her hip, "This is my best friend Yuzuki. I found her on a train yesterday."

"Oh, out in the open. I did always peg you as a voyeur Miyako," he teased as he winked at the red eyed girl. She dropped her head in embarrassment, her glasses sliding down her nose.

"Kankuro, don't go gettin' all pervy on me now," she sighed heavily while shaking her head with disapproval.

He laughed as he stood up straight and walked back to the desk. "Nah, you know me anyways. I like my women experienced."

"Gross." Miyako muttered.

"What room girls?" he asked, plopping into the seat behind the desk.

"I'm kind of afraid to tell you now."

"Oh come on, don't be like that Miyako. It's all in good fun."

"Pfft! Liar. I hear the stories from the other girls."

"Well aren't you just the busy little bee."

"It pays to be as awesome as I am."

"Yeah, I bet," he chuckled. "What room?"

Miyako sighed, "412."

Kankuro riffled through a few drawers before finally slapping two keys down in front of them. The girls thanked him and began making their way back to their dorm. Yuzuki cast a glance back at the desk, watching as the brunette opened his bag of chips and leaned back in his chair, eating lazily. He was related to Gaara? That scary redhead with a scowl that could kill. But Kankuro was such a lighthearted and funny guy, how was that possible? Her fingers continued to play with her sweater. This was going to be tougher than she thought. I need to play some Glowlight tonight, she thought with an exhausted sigh.