"Ok. I'll go straight to the point. Your dad told me that you're gonna be living out of your house. He wants you to be more exposed to the real world and since he's going to a business trip, he doesn't trust you in looking over the house, now..."

"Hn! Now that's not new at all. Don't worry about it, you know, him kicking me out of his house happens all the time." cutting her off while shrugging the whole thing, Not even flustered this time. "You know, I don't really find this a huge deal. I'm impressed this time you haven't done anything interesting yet. But don't worry I can handle myself so can we go now?" he said then turning to leave.

"Now now. Wait my little Kenji. I haven't said the fun part yet. The day's too young and don't you want it that I'm exempting you in your first day?" she smiled.

Now that's what got his attention. Yamaken turned, confused. "You didn't just tell me that I am exempted, did you? What's your deal?"

"Well... You're exempted because... you'll be moving your stuff to my house. So hurry up and pack your things. You're moving... in my house." she declared smugly, widening her smile.

She got him.

The four boys just stood there, taking in what the scariest woman in their whole lives just said. For a minute, they were dumbfounded, not hiding the confusion in her every words, until someone made a clarification, "What?! You're telling me that I'm moving to your house? Oh no. You have got to be kidding me."

Yamaken cannot keep his cool. Worst preposition ever. I'll be living with the devil for until god knows when. Great, he cussed silently.

"Well, if I tell you I'm not kidding, I really am not kidding. And to tell you now, I'm not kidding, so get over it and pack your bags. Damn, stop wasting your time already move your bums!" she demanded.

"Fine. Whatever. Let's go." he approaches the door, the three boys following him like they have no idea what the hell is going on.

"Be sure to be back in seven okay? I'll be cooking dinner so don't you dare show up a minute late because I. DO. NOT. TAKE. LAME. REASONS.", she said emphasizing every words with a mixture of tease and threat, but more on the latter.

"Whatever." the young boy replied, as he gripped the knob, waving the back of his hands.

"And one more thing", the woman said as if forgetting something, making the boys turn to her direction.

"Ah! Nevermind. It's just a small thing. Go now!" she smiled.

I wonder what that small thing is, he thought, slightly confused by the idea but immediately brushed it off. He and his friends walked through the hallways.

"Hey Yamaken, is your aunt really serious about you moving?" Mabo cannot help to ask, staring deeply at him with his deep shade of gold eyes.

"Well, she's my aunt. You really know how scary she can look like. Jeez, why are you so worried?", he replied walking ahead.

"And besides, I can go wherever I wa...", before he can even finish what he's supposed to say, someone bumped into him, making papers fly everywhere brought by the ricochet of the impact caused by the a clumsy speed of that person and Kenji's strong frame.

The person dejectedly looked down at the papers, that were not just mere papers, but a thick number of music sheets compiled in a huge, black, leather-skinned notebook, which are now scattered in an unpleasant manner. Then, she looked at the group of boys in front of her, and she can say that they're clearly irritated by her carelessness.

Well, partly my fault, she thought. She composed herself, displaying a refined demeanor and perfect posture. "I'm very sorry for the inconvenience I've brought", she curtsied.

As her petite frame bowed before them, they could not help looking at her, head to toe. She definitely doesn't look like a college girl, she doesn't look like one and the uniform confirms it. She's from Syoyo High. Her soft, wavy black hair is hiding the intricacy of her porcelain face. The girl is breath-taking.

As the pair of her almond eyes leveled their sight again, a slight scrunch began to form in her pert little nose, followed by a twitch in her plush lips, gradually making a frown.

"Great, now they're checking me out", she mumbled to herself, barely audible, as she hurriedly picked up her stuffs. Piece by piece, she picked and arranged them to the state they're used to be, but before she could pick-up the last piece, a hand took it and gave it to her.

She looked up to the owner of the hands and faked smiled, mumbling "Thank you." snatching away the paper from the mesmerized blonde. She really needs to leave. She noticed that the three boys behind him were drooling; looking at her like she's a piece of fresh meat.

Gross. She thought. She stood straight and began to leave; however, the same hand yanked her to the original place she was standing a while ago.

"Excuse me but please let go of your hand", Kenji did not abide, still holding the thin piece of lean of her shoulders.

"Sorry, but you looked hot and you haven't said your name yet, Yamaken wants to know", Tomio answered for him. The other two boys beside him are deliberately whistling and hooting cheering for Yamaguchi.

"Sorry too but I have no time for this", she replied forcefully removing his tight grip. Yamaguchi did not budge, nor spoke. In his whole life, he'd never run out of words, but now, it is his first time. The only thing he knows is that he doesn't want this girl to leave, not yet.

Crazy, yes.

But the girl is persistent, she continues to struggle herself out of his grip. The boys continued hooting and their other comrade kept staring.

I guess I'll have no choice, she thought as she flawlessly slipped body side-wards, her two hands gripping his shoulder, demonstrating an 'Ippon Seoi Nage' move.

Kenji Yamaguchi was taken down. He was taken down, hard, making him have an excruciating pain on his back and the inexplicable heaviness weighing on his chest. He lay there, foolishly smiling, savoring the physical pain brought by Judo and the sad feeling called love.


A/N

Okaaay! Finished with chapter two! Sorry guys I wasn't able to update sooner. Thank you for your reviews! Very much appreciated and noted! Please write more abt it! Tell me if you have suggestions whatsover or email me in this address: chirinkobayashi . I'm not snob promise!