"Class two D," the principle told me. I nodded, taking the paper slip he handed me. I stepped out and bowed before closing the door.

"I hope I'm in Harima's class… That would make things very simple," I mumbled to myself as I walked down the hall. I was looking down at the paper, thinking of how I was going to convince Harima to confess his feelings for Tenma when I walked into someone, bumping them over. I looked at them. It was the blond girl who Tenma was talking to. She was glaring at me, then at my hand as I put it out to help her up.

"You knocked me down just to try to help me?!" she shouted. I sighed and stood back up.

"Fine, I won't help you. Sorry for bumping into you. I'm looking for class two D."

"Oh, you're the transfer? Class D is over there. This is class C," she said, getting up. I nodded.

"I'm Kari Aki. You are?"

"Eri Sawachika. I saw you with whiskers and Tenma this morning. Do you know them?"

"Nope, just ran into Tenma this morning. We had the same uniform and I was lost, so I asked for help. Then he showed up and thought we were late. Tell him he needs to fix his watch."

"No wonder you all ran in… I'll let him know. Don't let that Harry guy bug you, or his friends. Maybe we'll see you at lunch?"

I swallowed but nodded.

"So, Harima's in your class?"

"Yeah, is that good or bad?"

"It's good. You can ask Tenma why."

She nodded, walking into the class room. I walked into mine and froze when I saw Masakazu. He was talking with a blond guy and a very tan girl. The same people from yesterday. I sighed.

'Shit… I thought not having the same class as Harima meant I wouldn't have to worry about the teacher saying my whole name… But now him?! This couldn't get worse…' I thought to myself as I walked over to the teacher to hand him my slip. He smiled at me.

"If you'd like you can introduce yourself. Sorry they're a bit noisy… Class doesn't start for another five minutes. Your seat is by the window in the back, behind Tougou there. I will warn you, he has moments of shouting so don't let him catch you off guard," he told me. I nodded, walking to the middle of the board to introduce myself. Only a few students were paying attention. Everyone else was paying attention to Tougou. I sighed, running my fingers through my dyed green hair. I looked at him, and he looked over from the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting you?" I asked with a smirk. He smiled and shook his head.

"No, no. As class two D's representative, I must apologize about forgetting that we were having a transfer student! Please, introduce yourself miss," he said.

"Thank you, Mr. Rep. Yes, I'm a transfer student. From where I can't tell you. Just call me Kari or Aki-Chan if you prefer to be formal. I'm not really interested in joining any groups, clubs, or outside of school activities. Also, I wouldn't make me mad if I were you. That's all," I said with a smile before walking to my seat, behind Masazaku. When I sat down, everyone else went to their seats. I heard them all start whispering about me. I sighed, staring out the window. I heard Masakazu turn around in his seat.

"I think I've seen you before… Am I wrong?" he asked.

"Yes, dead wrong. I don't know who you are, aside from being Mr. Rep," I said, not looking back. He hummed, and I could feel him staring at me. I glared at him.

"What are you staring at?" I hissed quietly. He smirked.

"Oh nothing, hope you enjoy your first day," he said, turning back around in his seat.

I sighed as class started. If he remembered, this day wasn't going to be as easy as I hoped. We started with history, then English, then math. I looked at my schedule again and noticed gym was at the end of the day. I sighed as the lunch bell rang. Everyone started moving around, and before I could even get out of my seat; Masakazu turned around to me.

"Going somewhere?" he asked.

"Someone in class C invited me to go eat with her and her friends. So, I was going to take her up on that offer."

"You mean the class we're rivals with?!"

"Rivals? Why do classes compete… I don't see the point of it. Just ends with people hurt right?"

"Where on Earth did you go before?"

"None of your business. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to enjoy my lunch break. That okay with you Mr. Rep?" I stood up, leaving my bag at my desk.

"Don't be late coming back," he called as I stepped out the door to walk into two C. Eri saw me walk in and smiled.

"There she is! Little miss Kari Aki," she called. I walked over and pulled a chair up to her, Tenma, and two other girls.

"Hi Kari! You know Eri already?" Tenma asked.

"I bumped into her in the hall by accident… Sorry about it again," I smiled, rubbing my head. Eri shrugged.

"Happens I guess. This is Mikoto Suou and Akira Takano," Eri said. Mikoto shook my hand and Akira just nodded.

"Nice to meet you Kari!" Mikoto said. Akira leaned in close to my ear to whisper.

"Tenma told us what you told her. Your secret is safe. I'd like to hear more details later. Meet me on the roof after school," she said. I jumped a bit and nodded. Mikoto raised a brow, shrugging it off before asking me about myself. The entire lunch break felt like I was being interviewed. Until some orange haired guy came over, stared at my chest, and said, "Thirty-four C."

"Imadori! That was totally inappropriate for the new girl!" Mikoto shouted, standing up. I bit my inner lip, standing next to her.

"Whoa… You okay Kari? I can feel anger coming off of you," Tenma said. I cracked my knuckles and grabbed him by the collar.

"Is that how you greet new women?! Don't you have any respect?! You're a sickening pig! Also, it's forty-two D. I use ace bandages to compress them because my shirts don't fit. Want to try greeting me again?" I asked, glaring into his eyes, inches from his face. He gulped and shook his head.

"No… I think I'll just avoid you instead…" he muttered. I let go and lightly shoved him away.

"Good," I said as he walked away. Mikoto hugged me.

"Gyah!" I shouted, nearly falling over from the surprise.

"Man, he may be a pervert; but I won't have to have him bothering me with you around. Yours are bigger than mine too," she said, sniffing a bit. I shrugged.

"Can't be helped."

"You know, you're kind of intimidating… You might never get a boyfriend that way," Eri said. I sighed.

"I don't want a boyfriend."

"Are you… You know, lesbian?" Mikoto asked.

"No. I just don't see the need in having a relationship while I'm still in school. It'll get in the way of my studies."

"Oh… Well, don't turn a guy down when you like them!" Tenma told me. I nodded as the bell rang.

"Gotta run girl. See you later," I said. They nodded as I left. Harima walked past me, stopping in the door as I left.

"Hey, Kari! Do we know each other outside of school?" he asked. I smiled and giggled.

"Nope! I never seen you before until this morning! See you later," I said kindly. When I sat in my seat, Masakazu took no time in turning around to speak to me.

"Already threatening people? On your first day?" he asked.

"He guessed my bra size. Perverts like that annoy me, so I threatened him. Is that so bad?"

"Just don't get in too much trouble now. Wouldn't want to see you be expelled before the semester is over."

"I'll make sure that doesn't happen. You should turn back around now," I told him, pointing to the teacher. He was looking at both of us, as was the rest of the class. He turned back around, snickering lightly. I sighed, waiting for gym then to go home.

'Wait… I have to meet that strange girl on the roof… I'll go there right after gym I guess. No need for me to change if I'll be going upstairs.'

I watched the clock, wondering if she was going to be there with the other girls or alone. If I told her, would she tell anyone? She doesn't look to be the kind of person to let secrets out. I hope I can trust her. The bell rang and I nearly sprinted to the locker room. I had a feeling if I waited too long, Masakazu or Harima would stop me. I didn't need either one of them finding out that it was me, not just some random girl; but me. Hikari Akitomou: Harima's best gal friend since the fifth grade; and Masakazu's thought to be lost, possibly dead, childhood friend.