Pirate Kazumi: Hi this is my second chapter and im really excited! ^.^ hope you like it! xx

I do not own mermaid melody, only the story line 3

Please help me. This is worse that a living hell. I had to sit next to the schools infamous playboy Kaito Domoto.

'Luchia, can you please sit next to Kaito-kun.' Sensei told me. A boy raised his hand and I just stared at him. He was good-looking and tall – his arms were long. He had blonde red hair that was spiky and messy. He looked like that man. That man who stole my happiness. I could feel my anger reaching boiling point as I just stared at the boy in front of me. But I knew he was different. His laugh was light and full-hearted unlike his cold, cruel chuckle that felt like a whip whenever I think about it.

'Gaito….' I muttered and felt my heart seize and contort from the pain help inside. I noticed Kaito raise an eyebrow slightly at my reaction to the 'good news' of sitting next to him – he was unexpectedly sharp. As I walked to my desk, I felt knives being dug into my back by the envious girls in the room.

First period was English Language, so I didn't bother to pay attention to the male sensei's lecture.

I was sat by the window and had a great view of the sea. It was beautifully sad, it was untouchable to these humans. I wanted to sprint out of class and head straight to the water – to feel free and complete. I was itching to go, but I am denied that right for the people of Otou-sans company who are currently, unknowing to the students, watching all of my movements.

I seemed untethered, but there was an invisible chain that keeps me in my cage. These people around me pretended to be on my side but I end up being betrayed. I have never really had a friend to share my feelings with, because my trust is not something that I give willingly.

It's cruel to be deprived of the one thing that you cannot have. Pitiful even.

Bell rang and I just wanted to escape from the room, but the desk next to me was crowded instantly. I gave a growl of annoyance and the others of my gender looked at me with disgust. They thought I was a pampered little bitch and that I thought I was above them. I took a deep breath and made a mental list of all the possible facades I could use.

I closed my eyes and reopened them. I frowned at the group and made my eyes fill with liquid. I began to make my lips tremble and brought my arms to wrap around my waist. I tilted my head slightly towards the floor so that I was looking at the crowd from under my eyelashes. 'U-umm, could I get past p-please?' I gave a shy smile and then I suddenly got sympathetic gazes that felt worse than the knives.

What I really wanted to do was punch their fucking lights out for being lost sheep following someone who obviously doesn't give a fuck about what the heck they're saying. I wanted to disfigure each face and carve into their bodies the feelings and pain I felt every day. I wanted to snap every bon-

I walked into the corridor after they moved for me to get past. Once out of sight I sprinted up the stairs and barged onto the roof of the school and collapsed in a heap under the staring sun.

My mind was messed up big time. Visualising torture or unfortunate events of someone else was not something new, but the bitterness and craving for blood was. It scared me. And I was alone

Nobody could help me…

I opened the door and shuffled towards my desk next to the window. Before I sat down my gaze locked with Kaito's. He seemed…worried, and slightly amused. I puzzled over the glittering twinkle that shone in his eye.

This period was World History and we were discussing the events of World War Two. Somewhere in the back of my mind I began to recall information from one of the many lessons I had with a private tutor – courtesy of Otou-san. 1939-1945 World War Two. One of the most destructive battles ever known to man. How bloody depressing.

The sensei gave us an overview of the Holocaust, propaganda, the Aryan race and the ruling of Germany under the Nazi Party. Brutal, organised and insane.

What was that glimmer? It was fustra-

I stopped breathing. He knew. Knows. He knows it was an act. I began to shiver and stole a glance at the playboy next to me. How could this sleeping boy be so fucking observant?

End of last period came too quickly. I needed to get home and it looked like I was being picked up. Damn. I procrastinated as much as possible to get back to class to claim my bag. When I enters I was surprised to find Kaito-kun sat in his chair with his feet crossed on his desk. Waiting for someone; waiting for me.

I strode towards my desk and picked up my satchel, turned to walk out, only to crash into Kaito-kun's chest. I blinked and stared into his eyes.

'What?' I asked bluntly.

'Hmm' he pondered. He was seriously pissing me off and I could tell it was on purpose. 'You're not really shy nor sweet, are you?' he squinted at me.

I took care in looking at him closely this time. He was tall and lanky, but he had a strong build. His eyes were a shade of brown that I had never seen before, it interested me – causing me to stare. His hair was a blonde red like sunset. It was messy and shiny. It looked soft and my hands itched to tassel it. He had high cheekbones and a strong prominent nose. His lips looked smooth and I suddenly had a viscous urge to run my index finger across them.

My heart skipped and my mind snapped out of its analysis.

I noticed that he had been doing the same and that he smirked slightly. I was going to say something snarky but I was interrupted by the repetitive ringing of my phone.

'Hai?' I asked, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

'Where are you? Who the hell do you think you are making me wait this long?' I froze. This was not something I had anticipated. His voice was icy and sharp, I couldn't prevent the shiver that reached my spine. I closed my eyes and remembered that I had to breathe.