"Take it easy Tsukasa." Akira said to the enraged boy.

The mystery girl still hadn't looked up from her book. It only served to fuel Tsukasa's anger. A deathly hush had come over the surrounding crowd.

Tsukasa yanked his arm out of Akira's grip, and stomped the last remaining steps to the table our mystery girl was sitting at. A table already declared to be F4 property. Tsukasa stood glaring at the girl for a few moments. When she still made no move to get up, Tsukasa slammed his hands on the table before her. Everyone waited with baited breath. Soujiro and Rui, who were now standing beside Akira, looked on helplessly.

After what seemed like an eternity, the girl lowered her book. There was a collective intake of breath from the crowd. She had a long curtain of black hair cascading framing her oval face. Her startling grey-green eyes, slightly narrowed, looked straight a Tsukasa. Her lips were curved in an annoyed frown, emphasizing the roundness of the lower one. Tsukasa continued to glower at her wordlessly, expecting her to recognise him and start begging for forgiveness.

Nothing of this sort happened.

Finally she let an irritated sigh. "Well?" she asked.

Tsukasa couldn't take this anymore.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" he bellowed at her.

She went back to her book.

"Get to the point."

Realising that the girl probably wouldn't need help, Soujiro began to snicker. Akira fought (and failed) to keep a straight face. Rui sat down on the other F4 table, his tense expression having been replaced by his usual sleepy one.

"THIS TABLE BELONGS TO THE F4!" Tsukasa yelled at her again, his volume rising rapidly, as if it wasn't loud enough already.

"Good for them." She said uninterestedly.

"THIS IS OUR TABLE!"

"Does it have your name on it?"

She flipped a page in the book. Soujiro's snickers grew louder. Akira was still failing miserably to keep his smile hidden. Rui was beginning to smile as well, albeit sleepily. Murmurs had begun to permeate the crowd's silence. Tsukasa's face was growing redder by the moment.

Tsukasa snatched the book from her hands. She looked up again. She was definitely annoyed now. Tsukasa threw her book on the ground. He gave a triumphant look.

"Now you'll see what happens to those who cross the F4." he said menacingly

Tsukasa turned to the crowd. The crowd fell silent under his stare. The other three F4 boys could tell that Tsukasa was going to turn this into another show of the F4's (mainly Tsukasa's) power. Just as always, they did nothing to stop him, but watched from the sidelines.

Once satisfied that the crowd was paying attention, Tsukasa turned back to the girl.

"Watch carefully." He ordered her, "This is exactly what is going to happen to you."

Tsukasa lifted his foot, ready to stomp on the girl's book. He wasn't prepared for what happened next. So swiftly that it was almost invisible, one boot-clad foot struck the leg that Tsukasa still had connected to the ground, right at the back of his knee. Tsukasa's leg buckled, and he fell backward. Before he could fall on the girl, her other foot struck out and connected with his backside, causing his fall to change directions. He landed a few steps ahead of the book, sprawled on his stomach.

It took a few moments for everyone to realise what had happened. Tsukasa quickly sat up, his face red with fury and embarrassment. The crowd was too scared of him to laugh outright, but the murmurs had started again. Everyone was looking at the girl, who slowly stood up. She walked up to the book and picked it up.

"YOU…." Tsukasa began, but shut up when she gave him a cold glare.

"You should respect books." She stated. She glared at him a moment longer and then held a hand out to help him up. Tsukasa looked at the offered hand in shock and then looked up at her. Just who was she?

She was truly a sight to behold. She was tall and slender, and her hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. She wore a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket. A sparkling silver chain hung diagonally across her hips, and on her feet were a pair of black, studded, wedge heeled combat boots.

The F4 took in her appearance, and nobody moved, though the whispers were getting louder. Suddenly, Tsukasa remembered that he was still on the floor. He quickly scrambled to his feet, ignoring her hand, but found that the leg that had been hit would not take his weight. He began to fall again, but the girl quickly caught him by the shoulder and all but shoved him onto the chair she had been sitting on.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" Tsukasa screamed at her.

"Give it a minute and it should be alright." She said, picking up her designer backpack and moving towards the door. The crowd instantly fell silent and parted to make way for her. A minute later, she was gone.

"What just happened?" Soujiro whispered to Akira.