Underestimation will be your Downfall

By: Bernadette

Summary: Basically, my parents had finally allowed me to go out and school in the outside world. They had sheltered me from the sins of the world. Since then, Marco my trusted butler has been asked to supervise me during my time in this new school.

At Shinigami High, I met the most cocky, repulsive, aggravating creature to walk on this planet. It may be improper and un-ladylike to say such a thing, but please forgive me oh dear God, what an annoying twit of a womanizer! He decided to try to set me as one of his numbers and ever dear Hao don't you dare underestimate a maiden of God.

Author's Note: This is the actual chapter. The beginning was an actual prologue. I haven't done any planning I was merely . . . experimenting. If there are any typos, please forgive me. My Microsoft speel check is currently . . .broken?

Chapter 2: Shinigami High School

"Hello. You must be Iron Jeanne."

I quickly turned around, hearing a voice and a presence lingering behind me. I felt my gray-blue hair slap something as I turned around.

"Itai! That hurt!" a feminine voice cried out in pain.

There, before me was a blue-haired female with blue-colored eyes. She clutched her cheek and a red slap mark was seen. I clasped my hands over my mouth and took a step forward.

"I'm sorry! I . . . I didn't mean to hurt you," I whispered softly.

The blue-haired female glanced at me and patted my head. I looked at her, my face from which I assume must've been concerned and apologetic, from all her patting and laughter.

"It's no problem! I was in the way after all. So, you're Iron Jeanne? I'm Pirika Usui, (AN: The name is from Wikipedia!!) I'm the one assigned to pick you up?" Pirika said peppily, a friendly smile on her face.

"Hai. I'm Iron Jeanne, although I'd appreciate it if you'd simply call me Jeanne," I replied, returning her smile with one of my own.

"Okay then! We're off to Shinigami High! Will you be boarding or are you renting a place elsewhere?" the blue-haired teenager asked enthusiactically.

"Boarding. It would be much, much simpler that way."

Pirika smiled at me once more and continued on, talking about the expectations the teachers put through and the distribution of assignments each day. I simply nodded and grimaced at each occasion I thought it would be appropiate for. I didn't want to appear rude, especially since this girl is the first person I have met during my eleven-minute stay in Japan. From what she had told me, it seemed as if this was a cram school. I sighed inwardly; how unfortunate, but it was way to get work done faster and within a limited amount of time.

". . .you are?"

I paused and glanced over at Pirika.

"Come again?" I asked a bit dumbfounded.

"I asked how old you are. You sure are spacey," Pirika repeated, quickly adding the spacey comment.

I rubbed the back of my head, a bit ashamed of myself for not being paying attention to my guide.

"Well, I'm recently turned sixteen." (AN: In the anime Jeanne is eleven years old whereas Hao is thirteen then turns fourteen. So she's two to three years older than her.)

"Wow! I'm sixteen too, but I'm turning seventeen in a few months! I have a hunch that you and I will be in a few classes here and there!!" Pirika winked at me trotted forward.

I walked alongside of her and I smiled genuinely, I was very much amused by her childish ways. Even though I was younger, I can tell right away that I was a little more mature than she was. I suppose that she will make a good friend later on in life, although I shouldn't make implications at first glance. That would be a bit of stereo-typing and I don't believe in such practices.

"That's great Pirika. By the way, when are we supposed to arrive at Shinigami and at my dorm?" I asked her.

"Well, Iron-sama. . . we're just about there, it's only around that corner and. . . . " Pirika announced dramatically, pointing at a extravangant building..

I giggled and silently gawked at the building before me. It wasn't lady-like and proper for someone of my upbringing to simply stare and be speechless. Father and Mother would be dissapointed in me if I ever did so.

"Doesn't it just take your breath away?"

I glanced over at my blue-eyed guide and nodded silently. Pirika made quick hand gestures, from which I supposed were to call someone over. A blue speck of a figure darted towards us. I held in my breath and was crushed with an overwhelming hug.

"Horo Horo!!! Let go of her!" I heard Pirika yell.

'Horo Horo,' I thought, feeling myself crush under this person's grasp.

"Eh. . . "

I stared up to see the same pair of black eyes staring at me. He grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head with his free hand.

"Oops. I guess I sorta tackled the wrong person. Sorry about that," he apologised.

"P-Please. . .l-let go of m-me. C-Can't breathe. . ." I gasped out.

I felt him loosen his hold on me and I took gulps of air. I clasped my hands around my neck and coughed a bit. After I was done gagging and coughing I heard an argument arise. My attention drifted to the two arguing. It was Pirika and the male who attacked me. I observed them; they appeared as if they were a couple. I quickly brushed that thought away, they looked too similar to be a couple, perhaps siblings?

The male had blue spikes, his hairline black. Her wore some type of a black bandana across his forehead. It had a blue design rivoting across it. I wasn't sure what it stood for, but it seemed as if it was something relating to his country or maybe I was merely overlooking this matter a bit.

I coughed, hoping I would be able to get the attention off of their argument for now. I grinned inwardly when they stopped their argument and apologised for their rude behaviour. Rude to them, amusing for me.

"Eh. . .Onii-sama this is Iron Jeanne. She's the transfer student from England that Faust-sensei told us about." Pirika explained.

"I'm Horo Horo Usiu. I'm Pirika's older brother. Sorry about tackling you, I thought I was hugging Pirika here." Horo Horo rubbed the back of his head, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, not a problem at all," I smiled reassuringly.

From that moment, we started a conversation concerning about the school. I suppose the "do's" and "don'ts". After what seemed like minutes, Pirika pulled me off to the side and told me we were to go to my dorm.

"You're brother seems like an energetic high school student," I commented after a moments silence.

"Yeah, I guess you can say that." Pirika nodded in agreement, "He has this year and next yar until he's off to college."

I sensed the disguised sadness in her voice; I patted her shoulder comfortingly.

"You must be really close to Horo Horo-san," I murmured.

She merely nodded, her blue bangs shadowing over her navy-colored eyes. All of a sudden, she perked up and pulled me along, my suitcases in hand. I stumbled a bit before getting into rhythm with her running.

"What's happeneing?!" I asked, clutching my suitcases.

"Your dorm and the infamous twins Asakura Hao and Asakura Yoh," she yelled.

I glanced all around us, girls of the school flooding around us. I noticed that some of the other girls weren't from this school. How did I know? Simple, their uniforms and the way they looked. I could see all of these girls making an aisle, screaming and waving their hands. I yelped as a random screaming girl elbowed me in the face. Compared to these other girls, I was a bit on the short side.

I felt Pirika's hand around my wrist loosen. I glanced up in surprise, seeing Pirika looking back at me and yelling incoherent words. I stumbled forward, occasionally saying 'excuse me' or 'pardon me'. I finally fell forward, where no girls were standing and yelling un-ladylike words.

"Itai. . "I agonized in pain, feeling the hard pavement scratching my delicate, fragile legs.

I heard footsteps approach me and I glanced up, seeing a long-haired male with his school shirt unbuttoned three buttons down. His onyx-colored eyes twinkled with amusement. I didn't like his look and I glared at him.

"Hey, you're cute. What's your name?"