=Morning at School=

The sun was shining and inside, people mingled among their groups. Nerds watched each other's backs as best as they could while discussing the latest editions of Grottos and Gremlins. Bullies eyed up potential targets and each one fingered a tool of pranking mischief. A group of girls mostly different but some similar chatted nosily as they shared gossip and giggled or recoiled in disgust at what either one of them said. The prefects were patrolling the halls and keeping a watchful eye on everyone to make sure no one was doing anything bad. Of course, the Bullies made their jobs more interesting whenever one set about on messing with a Nerd or student.

"Whelp, welcome to school sweet school. Don't let my enthusiasm fool you, on the inside I'm currently trying not to gag on my own spit. Now come on you two idiots, let me show you guys around this prison." Gary said as he motioned for Furuichi and Jimmy to follow him. Jimmy glared at the boy for insulting him but Furuichi just wordlessly jogged behind, face hidden deep into his dictionary. Gary led the two around a corner, past the school shop with many school clothes for sale and stopped near a group of lockers. In front of one set was a boy way too big for his age group and his eyes glanced around as if to search for something.

"That's Russell's locker. You know, the big ape that almost put you in the hospital." He explained.

Furuichi glanced up quickly and shrugged his shoulders at the boy's size before going back to his book.

"Looks big...faced bigger before...maybe stronger too. Not sure anymore after the incident with Yuri."

Gary raised his eyebrows at him but the silver haired teen ignored him in favor of his book.

"Oh yeah, I remember him all right. I'll admit, he caught me off guard but I could probably-"

"-YOU! RUSSELL SMASH YOU!" The big boy roared.

Gary and Furuichi immediately stepped back from Jimmy. The boy, glaring at his would be 'friends', sighed before raising his hands in surrender.

Look," said Jimmy in a strangely quiet voice. "I don't want to fight you right now."

"GIMME YOUR MONEY! ALL OF IT!"

"Wow, I'm surprised he has enough brains to actually know how to extort from people…" Furuichi muttered.

"It's still not a whole lot of brains my friend." Gary muttered back to him.

"Will you two shut up with that crap!" Jimmy yelled over his shoulder. Turning back to the increasingly irate Russell, Jimmy reached into his pocket and pulled out five bucks. "Look, I don't want any trouble, so here." Jimmy said and handed the big ape his money.

"Haha, stupid!" Russell said, taking the money and shoving it into his back pocket.

Eyeing his new victim, Russell suddenly decided that he hadn't suffered enough and pulled Jimmy into a headlock.

"You don't know pain from Russell smash!" The ape started to give Jimmy a major noogie while the poor boy struggled to break free. "Next time, pay more DOOFUS!" Russell then released Jimmy and shoved him back into Furuichi and Gary before running off.

"You…okay?" Furuichi queried.

"Do I look okay?" Jimmy growled in response as he held his head in pain.

"Come on, I know what'll make you feel better. Let's break into his locker and steal something! That'll teach him to mess with us."

"You mean messed with me. The big bastard left you two alone."

"Details, details, come on Jimmy boy, I thought you were tougher than this!"

"Oh shut up." Jimmy shot back as he walked over to Russell's locker. "Keep a look out for me." He said before getting to work.

Furuichi put away his book and leaned on Jimmy's left while Gary checked out his right side. The boy worked furiously, turning and twisting the knob and quick as possible. Just as he was about to reach the final turn, Furuichi suddenly smacked his hands down and shoved Jimmy back. Furuichi started to talk in a rapid yet broken string of English sentences as he causally leaned against the locker door.

"Sow eye cick him in nuts and knead his face."

Before Jimmy could verbally tear him a new hole, Gary tapped his shoulder and pointed past Furuichi where a prefect was eyeing the three of them like an eager hawk.

"Were I am rike, that is so rike his stoopid fault, I need two-"

"He's gone."

"Oh thank God. I think I couldn't have butchered the English language more if I was drunk!"

Gary chuckled at his friend while Jimmy was still trying to decipher what he was saying.

"Fake…English…really…hard." Furuichi explained.

Jimmy only rolled his eyes before reaching for the lock once more. Furuichi grabbed his wrist at the last second and looked at him.

"What? He's gone and I only got to turn it one more time!"

Furuichi made a gesture to himself and then the lock.

"What? You want to finish it?"

Furuichi nodded with a smile.

Jimmy stared at him for a bit before sighing and backing off. With a bigger smirk, Furuichi got into position and immediately started to work the knob. Within seconds, the lock popped open and the boy quickly reached into the locker and grabbed something.

"Hmm…hat…most expensive?"

Gary took a quick look into the locker and agreed.

"Yeah, that's the best thing in this crap heap."

Furuichi grinned as he slipped the hat on and slammed the door shut.

"HEY! YOU THREE!"

All three boys jumped in shock and whirled around to see the prefect from before pointing at them with a hard glare.

"TROUBLEMAKERS!"

"Shit! Run!"

Jimmy immediately dashed off and turned right from the hallway while Furuichi and Gary dashed left.

"Is he following us?" Gary asked.

Furuichi chanced a quick look behind and gulped.

"HAI, HE IS!"

The prefect had decided that two heads was better than one and chased after them. Furuichi, in quick thinking, pushed Gary forward.

"GO! I'LL DISTRACT HIM!"

The boy didn't stop and just ran faster. Turning around, Furuichi regarded the charging prefect with cool indifference. When the lumbering senior got close enough to grab him, Furuichi dodged his lunge, shoved him into the cafeteria and took off into the main lobby.

"TIME FOR YOUR BEATDOWN MAGGOT!"

Furuichi skidded to a stop and backed up as an even bigger prefect stood before him. All around, students stopped in their socializing to watch the spectacle. Furuichi leaned to the left, carefully eyeing the towering authority figure as he got ready to take a running charge. The air itself grew still, the lobby of the school becoming something close to a Western desert type showdown environment.

Suddenly, Furuichi chuckled.

"Is big boy…all bark…no bite?"

The prefect let out a snarl and charged. Everyone watching winced or just turned away, thinking that the show was going to be over really soon.

"FUCK THE POLICE!" Furuichi roared as he soared over the prefect.

All those watching blinked in surprise as Furuichi back flipped over the prefect once again and landed on the railings of the stairs leading to the second floor. Staring down on him, the teen pulled down one of his eyelids and stuck his tongue out before running away.

Everyone watched in fascination as the teen somehow RAN up the railings.

=15 minutes later=

"There is no way that's what happened."

"I'm telling you Jim-boy, I literally saw our Eastern friend do some stunts that would put the cheerleaders to shame."

"And I'm telling you that's a crock of shit." Jimmy huffed. "Now where is he?"

"Are the crazy big men gone?" A voice whimpered above them.

Gary and Jimmy blinked in surprise before looking up to see Furuichi clinging to the ceiling.

"How the fuck did you get up there?"

"…Climbing."

"A better question would be how you're sticking up there."

"The sprinkler is pretty sturdy and big…I wonder why?"

"Oh. Well get down from there already. The prefects around here got some sort of mental disease that makes them forget faces as quickly as it does for a bully to mess with a nerd."

Furuichi flopped down onto his stomach and groaned in pain. Jimmy cracked a smile at that while Gary chuckled and helped him up.

"Hey, where's your hat?"

"Lost. Running too much."

Suddenly, the three boys heard loud sobs close by.

"Oh man," Gary said as he spotted the source. "There's that weird chick, Eunice."

Indeed it was. Eunice was an overweight girl with brown hair and blue eyes, currently colored red from crying. She was dressed in a Bullworth school shirt with a red scarf and a dark teal school skirt held up by suspenders. Furuichi tilted his head and stared at her.

'I wonder…is she one of those professional wrestlers Dad talked about during one of his education lessons?'

"Hey, I just had a great idea. Let's have some fun with her! Jimmy, go see what she wants."

"What? Why me?"

"Well she certainly won't feel better seeing me and I don't think our friend here understands enough English to understand or can even talk with her."

"Fine, I'll go." He grumbled before walking over.

"Hey," Eunice stopped sobbing momentarily and looked up. "You ok?"

"*H-he t-took m-my choc-chocolates. P-please get t-them b-back." The girl blubbered out in-between sobs.

"Chocolates…I think I saw some dude with a heart shaped box over in the boys washroom earlier."

"What were you doing over there?" Gary questioned.

Furuichi shrugged his shoulders. "Running is fun." He answered before jogging off.

Gary stared at his retreating back before turning back to Jimmy. "Hey Jimmy, our friend here says he might have seen the loser who took her chocolates. C'mon!"

Furuichi stopped at the boy's bathroom and peered inside to see a short skinny student with combed back black hair stuffing his face with chocolates. The sweet substance stained his fingers, face and a little bit of his dark teal v-neck sweater.

Leaning against the doorframe, Furuichi cleared his throat loudly. The boy stopped in his feasting and looked up.

"What do you want?" He snarked.

"Please…give back…chocolates."

The boy stared at him before bursting out in laughter.

"…Did you really think that will work?" Gary asked as he appeared behind Furuichi.

"Move aside. Let me just beat his face in and we can get back to Fat-zilla."

Furuichi held out his arm and blocked Jimmy from entering.

"No…let me…try."

Furuichi stepped up to the boy who by now stopped laughing and was sneering at him.

"Yeah? Well what are you gonna do?" Snapped the boy before laughing again.

Furuichi bowed at the waist and clapped his hands together.

"Please. Give me chocolates."

The boy stopped laughing and just stared at the bowing dude in front of him before smirking.

"Okay. I'll give the chocolates back…if you lick my shoes."

"Hai."

"Okay he's pushing it."

"Shh, I wanna see if he's really going to do it."

Furuichi got down on his hands and knees and bought his face close to the boy's black loafers. Just as his mouth got close enough to start licking them, he suddenly shot up and head butted the boy right in the chin.

The boy let out a pained cry before collapsing, clutching his face.

"Hmph…thieves don't…get respect."

Furuichi grabbed the chocolates and walked out to the smiling face of Gary and impressed look on Jimmy.

"For a second there, I really thought you were going to go through with it."

"As if. I'm not that submissive."

Jimmy frowned. "Will you please speak English instead of switching back to that damn Japanese! I can't understand anything you say!"

"Whatever. Let's go, there's still a lot to see." Gary cut in before he started to jog back to Eunice.

Furuichi followed behind, the box of sweets tucked under his arm. When the trio arrived back at the other side of the building, Furuichi offered the box to Jimmy who refused.

"Hey man, you almost went through with licking some kid's shoes. I'm not the type of person to take credit for something I didn't do so why don't you give it back to her?"

Furuichi stared at him before shrugging and approaching the big girl.

"Ahem. Excuse…?" Eunice looked up and frantically started to wipe away her tears. "Um..yours?"

"Thanks," She said with a happy gasp and took them. Within seconds, she finished off the remaining ones which honestly wasn't a lot. After that, she tossed the box on the floor and regarded her new savior.

"Um, wanna make out?" She questioned.

"...Nani?" Furuichi said.

The words hadn't even left his mouth before the big girl all but attacked him. Furuichi stiffened in surprise and did his best to remain upright as she all but tried to suck off his face. Finally, the girl backed off and fluttered her eyelids at him, a thin line of drool still connecting their lips.

"Thanks a lot, my hero with silver hair." She said before stumbling off.

Furuichi remained rooted to the spot, his body rigid as he tried to understand what just happened.

"...You actually kissed her." Gary said.

"I can't believe it. Hey dude, you all right?"

Furuichi still didn't move from his spot, face frozen in shock.

=A quick yet embarrassing trip to the boy's washroom later=

"Okay, I know where the two of you sleep and who both of you are. I know how to turn every insecurity against you. With a flick of my wrist, I can turn all you hold dear into a razor blade spiral of agony and utter despair devoid of all hope. DO. NOT. DARE. REPEAT. WHAT. HAPPENED."

In summary of recent events, a quick cold dunk into the sink was all that was needed to snap Furuichi out of his daze.

Jimmy was too busy busting his guts to listen to the deathly tone of Furuichi as he dried his hair with paper towels. Gary on the other hand was smirking like an evil bastard.

"Oh don't worry, we won't tell. Right Jim-Boy?"

"Ye...Yeah! W-we totally won't tell how you got a stiffy from a make out with that whale!" Jimmy said in-between chuckles.

"Screw...off...Hopkins-kun." Furuichi growled as he trashed the towels. "Can...we...just...go?"

"Hey hey. No need for the hostility my friend. Come on lets go to the cafe, I'll show you guys the local wild life." Gary said heading in some direction. Furuichi pulled out his book and hid his face in it, hoping that the passing prefect wouldn't recognize him. Jimmy just chuckled and followed.

"Feeding time at the zoo," Gary stated as he looked around. Furuichi looked up from his dictionary. "Ok, here's the deal. Over there we got the nerds," He said, pointing to a few kids wearing green Bullworth sweaters sitting at the first table. One had brown combed hair, was a bit thin and wore glasses. Another one had blond curly hair and glasses. The two nerds were playing chess while their friend, a tall yet skinny black boy with shaved hair and glasses, watched. "Of course, they're complete social outcast."

"They look pretty harmless." Jimmy said.

"They're actually really sneaky bastards. Their turf is the library." Gary said.

"Furuichi let out a low chuckle that only Gary and Jimmy heard him.

"Find something funny Jappy boy?"

Skimming the dictionary, Furuichi smirked.

"Nerds...are...funny people."

"Of course they are." Gary said in a tone of voice that meant the exact opposite.

"Anyway, next we have the preps." Gary pointed over to another lunch table where three snobby looking kids were standing around chatting. All of them wore a light and dark blue checkered sweater with the Bullworth symbol on it. The one with blonde hair and dark brown pants was leading the conversation, talking animatedly about something or another. His friend, a buff looking kid with brown hair listened and responded when he should have. The final addition to the group was a pretty yet obviously spoiled rotten girl with short brown hair. "They're all about money and condescending attitudes."

"Yeah, massively inbred, and completely brainless." Jimmy added.

"Very observant Jimmy boy."

"Hmph. True rich people...smart enough...to know...how to use money."

"What are you going on about?" Gary asked.

"Nothing. Just...hate...rich and spoiled bastards."

"Oh well then you better steer clear of anyone wearing that damn Aquaberry clothing design. But enough about that, let's move on shall we? Now over there are the greasers." Gary said as he gestured towards a trio of leather jacket wearing boys over at the lunch line. All of them had slicked back and brown hair. The biggest one was scratching himself and speaking with his friend who had a cigarette tucked into one ear. The only one who wasn't moving was leaning against the glass panels that showed the food off, listening to his boys talk about whatever the hell Greasers talked about.

"They think they're tough." Gary finished with a laugh in his voice.

"Or at least try to look tough." Jimmy added.

"In my home we call those guys, boryokudan which means violent people."

"Heh, that's actually pretty accurate. You see Jimmy, our friend here gets it but you look like you've been in a few scraps yourself so you're probably fine. Still, wouldn't advise messing with them, at least not yet. They hang by the Auto shop."

"Well then, finally we have the Jocks." Gary directed his hand towards three hulking dudes. One was black, tall, had shaved hair, and looked like he was about to get his ass kicked in arm wrestling. His opponent had short light brown hair and was grinning at his near victory until he suddenly frowned and tried his best to push back as his friend fought back with renewed strength. The onlooker, a guy with brown hair, seemed to be cheering and jeering both sides at the same time.

"These guys rule the school, definitely avoid them." Gary finished.

"Whatever," cut in Jimmy. "I'm not afraid of some dumb void monkeys."

"They aren't...even that...strong." Furuichi commented idly.

"You'll learn." Gary said, eyes observing his Eastern friend.

"Nice to know you're not a complete chicken wuss." Jimmy said.

"All right wise asses, let's go. The tour's done."

The three boys all walked out to the main lobby but were stopped by a prefect.

"Hey, you're here to learn, not goof off! Get your butts to class or else I'll take you there myself!"

"Whelp, looks like this is where we part ways. See ya morons!" Gary said as he jogged off.

Jimmy gave Gary the one finger salute before jogging off. Furuichi dug into his pocket and pulled out a schedule and quickly skimmed it.

"Hmm...English...Galloway-san?"

=A short trek later=

"Ah it's you! You must be Furi...Fura..." The English teacher tried and slurred.

"I am Furuichi-kun, Galloway-sensei." Furuichi corrected as he bowed.

"Ah yes! You're the new transfer student that Miss Danvers told me about. Anyways, you may sit, umm...ah, over at that empty chair, next to Ms. Gauthier over there!"

Furuichi looked up and spied the brown haired girl he saw in the lunchroom earlier. She caught his eye and just huffed before sticking her nose up at him. The silver haired teen nodded and walked over, sat down and tried to ignore the various stares or snickers directed at him.

"Ah, hello class. For the sake of our new student friend here, I'll explain the course again. The curriculum demands that you do...ah...these vocabulary assignments. Finish them in class and you'll have more free time. There'll be one every class session and we'll have different assignments too sometimes so I all hope you're ready to learn!"

The teacher quickly shuffled about and passed everyone a paper among the various groans of his students.

"Now, let's begin. Oh, and if you finish before the bell, you can leave early, just remember to hand it into me before you go.

Furuichi glanced at the paper in front of him with calm indifference. Even with his still weak grasp of the English language, he could understand the simplicity of the assignment and that the age group that usually did such types of things like this were barely higher than his waist.

Surprisingly, the small amount of students in attendance appeared to be struggling greatly.

Tapping his pencil repeatedly against the desk, the teen spent about 5 minutes scanning the letters before he started to spell out all sorts of words. His dictionary was quite helpful and in seconds, he had filled out the required number of words needed to pass. Just as he was about to stand up and present his worksheet to the teacher, he felt a particular nudge in his side.

"You! Pauper! Do this for me!" The rich girl, Gauthier, thrust her worksheet into his face.

Furuichi blinked at her before tilting his head to the side. "Nani?"

"What? What are you looking at me like that?" She hissed at him.

'Uh...how do I say fuck off in English again?'

"I am Pinky Gauthier, the Princess of Bullworth, you will do as I say or I will have your head on a silver platter Mister!"

That got his attention. The first real thing Furuichi had looked up in his dictionary was terms of respect and authority. Things like police ("Fuck them, I say!"), prefects, veterans, kings, queens, etc. came up first. Of course, princess was one of them. Furuichi had committed these words to memory because as a young boy, his father instilled in him the idea of respect. It was earned and one of the many things required to be successful in life. Forget money, pride, and compassion. If you did not have respect for those in power or even yourself, then what was the point of life?

So it was with that single word that Furuichi immediately did a 360 in personality.

He shot up out of his seat abruptly, gathering the attention of everyone. Staring at Pinky, who looked back in disgust and confusion, he dropped down to hands and knees and spoke in wavering yet understandable English.

"Forgive me...I did not know...I shalt beg your...sorryness!"

Pinky continued to stare at him with just plain confusion. Mr. Galloway, still pretty sober despite the half empty bottle he had hidden in his desk, stepped.

"Furuichi! Get up off the floor! Ms. Gauthier, please refrain from saying things that will agitate him. Poor sod looks like he's already got enough troubles."

Furuichi remained on the floor in his position, head down on his hands and back bent.

'Oh crap! She's still looking pissed! I better start the mantra of forgiveness from women wronged by men!'

Before Furuichi could make a spectacle of himself any further, the bell rang. All the students immediately got up from their seats and left, strange ass Japanese dude forgotten. Pinky herself left as quickly as possible, trying to ignore what happened.

Furuichi slowly stood up and whimpered.

"I am...dead man."