Okay I'm sorry y'all! Here's the second chapter of the story. But first to my first ever reviewers (whom I will value for all eternity)

Kokoronagomu: thank you for your kind words and actually I like 'for the greater good Battousai too but as to which one like better… well I'll have to think about it.

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t42n24t2: by the way interesting name… anyway all this is in Tokyo (yeah you're right I should've made that clear) and thanks you. I do try.

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Introductions

"I can't believe this! Ughh. Of course I just had to wake up late on my first day of my sophomore year at a brand new high school. How horribly cliché." I muttered to myself as I flew down the emptying 2nd floor hall in the east corridor. It was considerable hard to do being that I was carrying a backpack, a gym bag, a binder and a notebook. "I feel like I'm in one of those teen romance movies and any second I'll bump into the hottest, most popular guy in the OOF!"

The next thing I know, I find myself flat on my back on the cold, hard marble floor, looking up at the high vaulted ceilings dazed. "What the.." I wheezed out as I sat up. I gently massaged my stomach due to the dulling ache I felt there. "How did I…. what just…," looking around I saw my stuff scattered around me.

"Whoops." I heard someone grunt somewhere close by. It was then that I realized there was no way that I had magically the wind literally knocked out of my body, not unless I had suddenly woke up in a world of witches and wizards. Which is totally not possible because I mean, why would teenage witches and wizards been at high school?

"So if it wasn't magic," I murmured. I looked in the direction of that I heard the grunt come from and proceeded to have my jaw drop in a cartoonish manner. "No. Way." I said astonished. Stand off to my left was a guy. But not just any guy, a really hot guy. I couldn't get a good look at him since he was slightly turned away, but I knew from the way that he held himself that he was a hottie. With a straight nose and a firm jaw placed quite nicely around thin, pale pink lips that were somehow manly, he had a face of a grown man. He had a cross shaped scar on his left cheek that somehow complimented his odd violet eyes. To complete the look, his skin was naturally tanned, as if by sunlight, and his amazingly long, dark red hair framed his face as ended mid-back. This guy was beyond cute, no he was beyond sexy. Yeah, that sounds right. This mysterious guy was super sexy.

'This cannot be happening to me,' I thought. Next thing you know, we'll both be apologizing to each and gathering all my stuff off the floor. Then our hands will touch and we'll know immediately that we were meant for each other.' I snorted and mentally noted to stop watch girly romantic movies, as well as the Lifetime channel.

"Geez woman, are you going to sit there all day?" the really hot guy asked with a smirk. 'Oh no he didn't. He did not just ask that when HE'S the one that knocked ME down. Jerk!'

I opened my mouth to say some witty retort back but then I realized that if he looks like that and talks like that he just might be popular. I whispered to myself, "It's your first day. Don't make any enemies. Be nice. Be nice. Be nice. Be nice." I was saying this little mantra when I felt myself being lifted off the. "Be nice… whoa! Gah! No I hate being lifted. Please put me down. Please I hate being picked up." I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and turned my head into his chest. It was when that I felt a deep rumbling in his chest that I realized he was laughing at me. "Don't laugh at me!" I felt offended that he was chuckling at the situation.

"Calm down, woman. I'm just messing with you." He grinned as he sat me down. The mystery guy then started to pick up my fallen things. He handed my stuff back to me. He smiled again and held out his hand. "Hi. I'm Kenshin Himura."

Warily (because at my old school the guys weren't quite so nice) I shook his hand. "Hey I'm Kaoru Kamiya." He had a really firm, and yet gentle, handshake as if he was afraid he would break me.

"I take it that you're new here." He said pulling his hand back to his side.

"Uh... yeah. How did you know that?" wouldn't you be suspicious if some random guy knocked you to the floor, picked you up like it was nothing, introduced himself, and told you that he knew you were new here.

He chuckled and I realized belatedly that he had a nice laugh. You know like deep and soothing. Anyway Kenshin answered me with, "When I was picking up your stuff I saw your schedule. If you were already student here, you would know that your first class, with Mr. Yamamoto, means that being 5 minutes early is on time to class."

He looked around, prompting me to do the same thing, and then I slapped my hand over my eyes in a 'wow I'm so stupid!' moment. Kenshin had made me realize that I didn't have to slightest clue where my class was. When I had been in the administrative office yesterday, I had forgotten to pick up a map. I just reasoned that I would have to get here early and take a quickly look around this gigantic school. 'Well that plan went splendidly, didn't it?'

"Here Kamiya-san, "Kenshin said, "I'll take you to Yamamoto's class." I just dumbly nodded at his generosity. He started off in the opposite direction that I had been going in. I followed quickly so as not to get lost or left behind.

"Hey… um Himura-san?" I stuttered. I had never really stuttered before because I wasn't the type of person who got flustered so easily. He smiled, encouraging me to go on. "Um... why aren't you in class? I mean not that I'm ungrateful for everything you're doing for me but uh… don't you have class? I mean you do go to school here, right?"

Great now I was fumbling over my words and all because of the hottie walking me to class. Walking. Me. To. Class. 'Can life get any better?' I inwardly giggled. 'NO. Kaoru don't get distracted you need to focus on Kenshin's answer!'

He laughed and replied, "Actually I was one of the seniors chosen to help guide new students around. So I guess you're in luck." We turned a corner and walked up a flight of stairs. "Well, anyway right now we're in the east wing of the school but on the 3rd floor," He continued, emphasizing the floor number for me.

We walked down the hall to our left and stopped by 4 doors down on the right. "So this is it." I muttered, pissed at the world for making my walk with Himura the Hottie so short. "Well thanks for walking me here and all." I said louder so he could hear. I then reached for the door knob but Kenshin beat me to it. I lifted a brow in question at his hand on the door knob. I looked into his face expecting a playful expression but he just smirked and stepped towards me. I stepped back, vigilant. All I wanted was my space even though he was so very sexy. Beware of sexy men.

Kenshin just smirked wider at my expression. He kept on walking towards me until he had me backed into a wall. 'Yeah definitely a teen romance movie…' Kenshin stuck his left arm on the wall beside my head and crossed his legs. "Himura-san, what are …" I stopped talking when I felt Kenshin's finger against my lips. I looked up into his face and what I saw was…. so different from the playful expression he had had on his face during our walk her. I could literally feel his intense gaze on me, like he was studying me. I bit my lip in an unusual bout of self-consciousness and watch his eyes go from intensely focused to something I couldn't place my finger on. If anything I would almost that he looked… hungry. 'Stop it Kaoru. You're just imagining things. But… something is making me feel on edge so don't let your guard down.' I thought to myself.

Kenshin leaned in closely, so close that our noses were only inches away from touching. "Oh nothing I just thought I would help you open the door is all." At that statement I got angry what did he I was some pampered little girl? I had lived a life so far and I wasn't about to let anyone patronize me.

I glared at and pushed his arm away from me. "I don't need your help, Himura-san. I think I'm strong enough to open a door by myself." Kenshin stepped away from me with that now infuriating, sexy smirk still on his face. And then I hit me that he was teasing me, and that connection made me even angrier. Through clenched teeth (I always had had anger issues), "Now if you'll excuse me." I shoved past him when I heard his inane snickering. I physical had to stop myself from turning around and really giving him something to laugh about.

'Calm down Kaoru. You don't want anyone to know about your anger problems… not until they're already your friend.' I read the plaque outside the door with the teacher's name and room number on it, Mr. Yamamoto room number 309e. I was already 20 minutes late thanks to my irritating guide, so I knew there was a big possibility that I was going to be in trouble. I swiftly turned the handle, pulled the door open, and stepped into class, letting go of the door handle so that it would swing shut behind me. Putting a barrier between me and a laughing Kenshin Himura.

"I presume that you are Ms. Kaoru Kamiya?" asked Mr. Yamamoto. He was the sophomore teacher for all 8 history classes. "You were the only who was I marked as absent." Mr. Yamamoto had been working at Ryogoku High School for 15 years, so respected and fear by everyone, including some of the staff. He was a quiet old man, balding on the top of his head but with a gray beard that came to just below his chin. I nodded at him, my throat suddenly dry. Well you would be nervous to if you had just transferred to a new school and almost nobody knew who you were.

"Well, if it wouldn't be too much trouble Ms. Kamiya, could you please take that empty seat by the window?" I turned to where he was pointing and saw a seat in the second to last row open. I nodded once again. It's really unnerving feeling 18 pairs of eyes watching you. I had taken one step in that direction when I remembered. Because I had been late this morning, I hadn't gotten the chance to look for my locker, or go to the gym to drop off my gym bag.

"Umm… Mr. Yamamoto," I clearly, yet hesitantly, asked (wouldn't want people thinking that I was scared now would I?), "since I didn't get a chance to drop off my bag, where can I leave it? I mean just for the moment." I gripped my bag's shoulder strap tightly in my right hand because if people hadn't been looking at me before they sure were now. I guess that after Mr. Yamamoto told me where to sit they were expecting me to practically run to my seat and cower.

"Oh, you're an athlete are you? What sport do you play? Please tell us." Well he seemed generally interested (and maybe a little put out by my 2nd interruption) so I responded they only way I knew how: the truth.

"Actually I play many sports: volleyball, soccer, and lacrosse. But since volleyball season just ended, I have my soccer stuff ready. The school receptionist told me there were try outs today. So uh… where can I put my bag?" I hadn't really answered the question but the basics would have to do for now.

I mean, they didn't need to know anything about me just yet. For instance I didn't tell them that I had been a star athlete for all of those sports back at my old school. That was information they would have to find out themselves and find out they would.

"Right, I'd almost forgotten," he chuckled. "Just take your bag with you and set it under the window next to your desk until class ends. You're new to the school so I'll let this slide for today, but no exceptions tomorrow." And with a small smile of thanks in his direction, I quickly took my seat and setting down my bag under the large window. The teacher resumed talking about some documentary the class had watched earlier that month.

Since I hadn't been here for the movie, I blocked it out and turned to stare out the classroom window that overlooked the school courtyard. I was thinking about how good it would feel to be outside right now, just relaxing in the sun or maybe sitting in the shade of the huge tree that was the center of the yard, when I heard "Psst. Hey over here." I heard a rather light voice hiss coming from my left.

I turned in the direction of the sound and was mildly surprised to see a girl looking right at me. I angled my body to where it looked like I was paying attention, but I was actually leaning over to listen to the girl. "Yeah?" I whispered back. My eyes slide over to the girl, studying her face. She had big, cool gray eyes and a cute little button nose. She was wearing a royal purple cropped jacket with some kind of magenta top underneath. She also had on faded denim shorts as well as lavender low top converse. With glossy black bangs that framed her face followed by a super long braid that probably went past mid-back, she was, all in all, really pretty and petite.

It made me look at my own clothes. Not that I looked bad or anything. I had on a white zip-up hoodie with faint baby blue cursive writing on the front. It said Never Stop across the chest. Underneath the hoodie I had on a navy blue tank top that rested on a faded gray jean mini skirt. Underneath the skirt I had on faded black legs. On my feet I was wearing black, blue, and gold Supra Muska Skytops. With my 5ft 7in frame, I knew it looked good, but I saw myself as okay looking girl.

"Hi. I'm Misao. Nice to meet you." She whispered happily with her reaching her hand out into the aisle to shake mine. You could tell that she was struggling to get her hand out far enough because she was seated one seat in front of me in the row of chairs to my right.

I smiled and whispered back, "Hey I'm Kaoru… but I guess you already know that. Nice to meet you, too." We sealed the deal with an off-kilter handshake, but it seemed good enough. Somehow, in a weird way, it seemed as if we had connected or something. But at that precise moment in time, Mr. Yamamoto decided that class would so break off into groups to discuss what we had seen. He then left the room stating that he had to go to teachers' workroom for a bit.

I already knew, without a doubt, not a single person in the class would actually 'discuss' the movie. Okay, maybe the nerds would try the discussion but other than them, no one would do work when there isn't a teacher in the class. With this in mind, I turned my body completely to Misao as she got up and moved back a desk in order to be directly across from me.

"So, I just thought I'd welcome the new girl. I remember when I was new here; people weren't very friendly," Misao giggled, although her face had dropped in a slight pout at the end.

I laughed when I saw her adorableness but immediately toned it down. I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself, as I knew that would come naturally. I had always had the ability to unwillingly draw huge amounts of attention wherever I went although I thought there was a kind of comfort in being a background face.

Happily, I told Misao how grateful I was that she had thought to welcome me. We chatted for a little bit more about, me asking her about the teachers and the students and her answering the questions easily. I learned that while the majority of the school was kind of snobby, there were some people that were humble and down to earth. They sounded like my kind of people.

Then she said that she wanted to see my schedule to check if we had any other classes together. I turned out that not only did I have World History with her but I also had Algebra 2 with her. It seemed like I wouldn't have to suffer alone in math.

"So Kaoru I heard you say that you're trying out for the soccer team. Be careful. Those girls both for the varsity and junior varsity teams are absolutely ruthless," Misao advised.

I smirked a little at this. "Probably no more 'ruthless' than me. The main reason that I came to this school was because of the athletic program." By now, I had noticed that most of the conversations in the class had slowed to a crawl, if not completely stopped.

Was it because they were trying to listen in on our conversation? If so, these kids were definitely starving for something to gossip about and I just so happened to be the new topic. Maybe they were curious about the new girl. I chuckled ruefully inside my head and continued talking.

"I transferred to Ryogoku High on an athletic scholarship. I've always heard people talk about how amazing Ryo High is at everything. I guess it would just be kind of disappointing if the school that claimed to be number one was… I don't know… soft. My old school was really competitive and so am I, so it wouldn't as fulfilling if I didn't have to fight for it, you know?"

At that statement some angry guy randomly jumped into our little chat asking, "And just what sport did you get a scholarship for?" I chuckled out loud this time. I actually wasn't surprised that no one knew who I was. Considering where I was from.

"I basically picked what sport I got the scholarship for." I paused, looking directly at him. "In the end I chose soccer because it's my favorite but that doesn't mean I won't try-out for other sports," I answered back smoothly. This brought the whole class was brought to a screeching halt. It seemed that everyone was suddenly rendered speechless. I had figured that maybe a few people would be shocked, but I hadn't thought that everyone would be surprised.

As short girl with glasses piped up, all heads in the room snapped in her direction, "Wait. You said you got to pick which sport you got the scholarship for?" I nodded that that was correct and she continued. "Our school only gives out scholarships if you're the best at what you do. So aren't you implying that you're the best at every sport you play? That you're so good that you could turn down whatever offers you get?" I heard someone snort in disbelief, or at least I think it was disbelief. My classmates whipped back around, anticipating my answer. I swear they were all going to have a bad case of whiplash by the time this was done.

I answered, almost immediately, "Personally I don't think that. You'd have to ask the coaches."

After my answer, the class seemed angry. I didn't really mind if people asked the coaches about me and my games. Even when the coaches had been there I hadn't even been aware of their presence there so I can't say how I acted or played at any specific game.

"Kaoru," Misao wondered aloud, "did you know that at this school, it's practically impossible for a student to get a scholarship for more than two sports? Well I guess you figured it out know. But it's because athletes here basically specialize in one sport that we are the best in the district. Even being crazy good, as in good enough to be a regular starter in two sports is sorta rare, you know? People just don't have the time or motivation." When she had finished, Misao still seemed a little doubtful. Trust me when I say that I could tell by the way she was sizing me up, well her and half the class

"Oh come on." I turned away and muttered, "It really isn't that hard." At that statement those around me gasped or spluttered and turned to others further away from me to spread my rude words. Well forgive me for being an athlete! It really isn't my fault that I love what I do.

"Can you believe this girl?" "Who does she think she is?" "Well you know all scholarship students act like they're superior."

"Kaoru," Misao hissed, "You're making it worse!" I didn't understand at that time just what I was doing but I would definitely find out later. So I continued, quite stupidly might I add.

"I mean really," I said to the whole class, "I don't see why it's such a big deal."

"Oh, Missy," someone chuckled by the door. That voice, I know that voice. " it's a much bigger deal than you think.". Those students not already facing the door, turned and promptly gasped.

"Sano."

I'm sorry if you don't like this chapter and I know it's quite boring and makes Kaoru seem conceited but she really isn't in this story. And I also promise that I'm going somewhere with this chapter… so please just hang on.

Oh and don't forget to review it if you had any thoughts on it (your ideas are welcomed here).

Yours Royally,

the Wick'd Queen