A/N: Thank you all for the reviews, follows, and favorites for this story! I'm really excited for this chapter, but after this one, I promise that I'll finish up "Party Time" before continuing with this. Someone asked me what other plot I considered, and it was one based off of the ending where Naomi dies, so Satoshi does the charm again to be with her spirit. I loved that idea, but I just thought it might be a little depressing. Anyway, enjoy!

Days After

Everyone had been assigned their elective schedule. Ayumi and Seiko chose choir, Morishige and Mayu to drama, Yoshiki decided on band, and Naomi and Satoshi are both taking general music/art. Although the majority of that schedule is with your actual elective, P.E. is added in, too. The 5 other than the GM/A duo went to their main classes, but the brunettes had Physical Education today. Both were equally excited, as they were competitive and were finally given the chance to talk. The 7 would gather for lunch each day, but of course, that was the time of the day where you were stuffing your face with food so you didn't starve. As Naomi and Satoshi walked side-by-side into the multi-purpose room, the two conversed.

"I love P.E.!" Naomi exclaimed, pumping her fist into the air. She held her uniform in the other, careful not to drop her clothes and get them dirty.

"Me, too." Satoshi agreed, smiling. He kept to himself, noticing how spunky his friend was. He felt out of place, but he didn't look too much into it. Satoshi found it kind of weird how he just stuck with her and the others, although he knew other students.

"I hate the testing, though." The girl said with a huff, losing a bit of her energy. She did well with the exams, but they were a bore.

"I do, too. One time, I totally fell off the pull-up bar and landed on my butt!" Satoshi said, trying to bring out her cheeriness. She laughed, almost stumbling to the floor. He bushed, feeling stupid for having said that.

"Ouch!" Naomi hissed between laughs. "I went to do shuttle-run, and completely slipped and landed on my stomach!"

"So, you were a penguin?"

"Well, yeah." Naomi giggled. She didn't know why, but she like this guy. Satoshi smiled, brightly. They were in the middle of the cafeteria with all the pull-out tables crammed to the side, so the gym was empty and spacious.

"Class!" A woman barked, gaining attention. "I am Coach Nobuyuki. I will be your instructor for this year. I expect the best from everyone one of you, even if it's just running laps!" She continued to yell. Nobuyuki was a woman of small stature, but she had big spirit and a booming voice. A brown pony-tail swished behind her as she paced the gym. "Enough with pointless introductions. Students, in your uniforms, now! Locker rooms are open, so, go!" Everyone bolted for their side of the cafeteria, doors on opposing sides that led into different gender changing rooms. About 5 minutes later, the coach blew her whistle, beckoning the athletes into the multi-purpose room.

"Mochida, pay attention!" Naomi whispered to her friend, who eyed her. They wore similar outfits, white tops and gray bottoms, as this middle school fed into Kisaragi High. She looked natural and at home in her shirt and knee-length uniform, but he was awkward draped in clothing.

"Sorry!"

"Dodge ball, everyone. Nakashima, get the balls."

"Yes, ma'am!" She rushed back into and from the girl's locker room. A team of other students grabbed at the bag, pulling out the balls and setting them in a horizontal line across the floor. Coach Nobuyuki began assigning numbers 1 and 2. 1's were on the left side of the gym, 2's on the right.

"I'm a one." Satoshi said to Naomi.

"Two." They split.

"Ready, set,-" The woman blew her whistle, again, signifying the start. Naomi and Satoshi darted after the same ball, the smaller brunette reaching the weapon first. She was quick.

"Are you ready to be eliminated?" Naomi asked, hurling the ball towards Satoshi. He ducked, sliding for another.

"Not yet, Nakashima!" He replied, whisking one at her face. She swept to the left.

"C'mon, students! Let's go!"

"Try and catch this!" The girl yelled over the noise, firing a colored sphere at the boy. It was heading right for his gut, so he couldn't duck. He scrambled to the right, dodging the rest of her blows.

"Nakashima, you won't get me!"

"Uhg! Hold still!" The two continued with the pattern until they were the last two left.

"NA-KA-SHI-MA!" A crowd on the side cheered.

"MO-CHI-DA!" Another chanted, trying to scream louder than each other.

"Ah!" Both yelped as they hit one another at the same time.

"Time! Tie, Mochida to Nakashima!" The woman called. Cheering, booing, yelling, and laughter erupted from their peers. "15 minutes before elimination. Nice work, you two." Both nodded, panting.

"Good... Game." Naomi huffed, wheezing.

"Sa... Same." Satoshi smiled, looking at the girl. She was sweating, hair matted to her forehead. Her shoulders drooped as she gasped for breath. "You... tired?"

"Not one bit." She grinned, standing up from leaning against her knees. "I'm... going to get dressed." She said, waving before heading to the dressing room.

"Mochida!" A voice called. Coach Nobuyuki. "I gathered the dodge balls. Put them back, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Satoshi said. He peered around, wondering where to put them. He saw Naomi run to the girl's locker room to get them, so he headed in there, completely forgetting about what the girl had said to him. He slowly opened the door, peeking in. He saw no one, so Satoshi decided to go in.

"Maybe a box? Or a bucket? I don't know..." He sighed, before hearing a scream. Satoshi jumped, heart beat increasing from the outburst. He couldn't talk, fear swelling in his throat. Satoshi crept around, glancing everywhere he could to find out where the yell came from. There, in the doorway to the showers, was Naomi, topless. Her arms were wrapped tightly over her chest, frantically searching for something to cover herself up.

"Na-Na... Nakashima?!" He finally choked.

"Mochida! Mochida! Out, out!" She screeched. He didn't move, too stunned by everything that was unfolding. Her face was getting red and hot with fury and embarrassment.

"... I, uh..."

"GET OUT!" Naomi demanded, running up to the boy. Satoshi felt like fainting on the spot. Even more so, after Naomi dragged her hand across his face with force, giving him a good slap. "A-Ass!"

"Ah!" He cried, falling down. He scrambled to his feet and rushed for the door, not bothering to look back. He was finally out, slamming the door behind him. Satoshi panted, letting his hand rest on his forehead, head aching. What did he just do? Goddamn, what was happening?

"Dude," A voice sighed. "How did you even get in there?" He asked. Satoshi looked to the side, frowning at the sight.

"Not the best time, Kishinuma."