Bluntly put, fanfiction is my creativity outlet. I like to constantly change styles and PoVs, so expect a lot of that. I still apologize for OOC characters; I'm still working on that, but it's bound to happen.

...I feel as though I might enjoy talkative Feli just a little too much.


"This should be the last little bit," Ludwig says, picking up the last few boxes.

I have to crane my head around the boxes and stacks of – tied together, thankfully – papers in my hands to see Ludwig hoist the last few items into his arms and peer around to make sure it was indeed everything. He leads the way out of the room and I follow; Feliciano, humming a cheerful tune I don't recognize, is the last out. He closes the door with his foot and the uppermost box in his arms teeters dangerously, but he doesn't drop it as he falls into step with Ludwig and I.

It is the first weekend since I have been here. Some students go to visit home if they live close enough, but most just stay here. The weekends really aren't too different from the week, save for the fact there is no class and uniforms are not required – though some students choose to still wear them. Ludwig and I are among those who choose to remain wearing it. Lunch is still at the same time and some students are still busier than others.

Take Ludwig, for example. Despite the weekend being our supposed free time, he is still busy with student council measures. Feliciano, as usual, chose to help him and they both showed up at my door at about eight this morning. I too was then, against my will – more or less, that is; really, I just didn't have it in me to refuse them since they had come all this way and I am quite sure Feliciano doesn't wake early too often – dragged into helping. I've come to realize that my fears of losing them are irrational. They've dragged me right into their little crew and I can't say I really mind too much. They may be a bit eccentric – cue a look specifically towards Feliciano – but I think I can get used to that.

I have yet to make any more friends, but I suppose that's alright; just two is fine for me.

Feliciano's tower of papers and boxes sway haphazardly at the slight skip to his step. For once, he isn't chattering. He is humming still, though, but it is clear he isn't fully awake quite yet. He's awake enough to know better than to drop the things in his arms, at least. Ludwig himself does not seem as though he got enough sleep either. There are dark bags under his eyes, but I suppose those were there before, anyways. I didn't get enough sleep for a completely different reason; I highly doubt either of them were up late playing video games. Really, I suppose I should have learned my lesson by now, but I never really do.

A question surfaces in my mind and I glance at Ludwig as best as I can. "Ano... Be- Ludwig-san," I ask, and his head turns slightly in my direction. "Who else is on the student council?"

I do not know many other students and I doubt I know any of the members, but I'm still rather curious. I don't think I'll bother going out for student council either way, though it couldn't hurt to know who is currently on it. I might meet them eventually, so that would be one thing I could mention. Ludwig pauses momentarily, as though collecting his thoughts. We turn down another hall before he finally speaks.

"As you know, I am the president of the council," he mutters something under his breath that I don't quite catch and rolls his eyes. "Elizabeta – she's the only female on the council and also the captain of the swim team - is our vice president. She's nice until you rub her the wrong way. Toris is the secretary; he's nice too, and kind of quiet. There's always this loud Polish kid with him, though. Abel is the treasurer. He's, ah, well, we'll just say he didn't get the position for no reason. I'm not actually too good at pronouncing any of their surnames – respectively, they're Hungarian, Lithuanian, and Dutch."

As expected, I do not recognize any of the names or their descriptions. The most familiar one is Toris and I am quite sure I only heard that in passing. Perhaps it was something like 'Tori' – somehow, I picture a quiet bird behind a 'secretary' name plate - I heard, however. I really am not entirely sure. I only murmur something with a semblance to acknowledgement and silence falls over us again, broken only by Feliciano's scattered bouts of humming. The occasional chatter drifts down the hall from other students who are lingering around.

Feliciano, this time, breaks it. He tilts his head at me. "Say, Kiku, do you have any siblings~?"

I glance at him, shaking my head at the question. "No," I answer. "I'm an only child."

Being an only child has its perks, I suppose, though sometimes I like to think it would be nice to have a sibling as well. Really, I am not entirely too sure; most of the people I knew back in Japan that had siblings didn't exactly like it. Some were in the good with their siblings, but most tended to be on rather bad terms, it seemed. I never was entirely sure why; they are family, after all. I don't think a lot of people tend to think like me, though, on that matter. Except perhaps Feliciano; he seems to like his brother well enough, though I am not entire sure how said brother feels about the younger Italian.

Feliciano grins. "Well, you already know I do," he says, slowly returning to his cheerful self. "You already saw – or did you meet? - Lovi in art, I think or maybe you didn't because honestly sometimes I'm not really sure when you're paying attention because you kinda zone out sometimes and it isn't actually obvious so I don't realize it until I actually address you but then you admit you weren't and- Oh! Did I mention that Ludwig has a brother, too? He's older, just like Lovino is for me and he's also shorter than Ludwig just like Lovino is to me but actually Lovino's the shortest of all four of us – oops! Don't tell Lovi I said that! - anyways, his name is Gil, well, actually, it's Gilbert but I call him Gil because it's just easier and it kinda sounds like a fish- but anyways he's super cool looking and he has this little bird that he somehow gets away with carrying everywhere and I'm really not sure how but he named it after himself and-"

"Feliciano."

"Sorry, Captain!"

I'm slowly getting used to it.

Ludwig turns onto another hall and I follow him and Feliciano to the double doors at the end. Ludwig pushed open the door with his foot and holds it open so Feliciano and I can go through. He nods towards the stack of boxes near a storage closet on the far end of the room and for what is possibly the third time – honestly, I haven't been counting – we put down the items there. Ludwig puts down his own boxes and straightens up, dusting off his hands and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Right, thank you two for your help. I have some things to finish up here, so I'll see you during lunch," he says, running his fingers through his slicked back hair.

Feliciano immediately goes to protest, but someone else walks through the door; a brunette girl that I don't recognize. She pauses and peers between the three of us, before smiling warmly.

"Hello, Ludwig, Feliciano, I should have expected to see you here," Feliciano giggles something about Ludwig always working; she laughs and looks at me curiously. "I don't believe I know you, actually. Are you the new student?"

She seems kind enough; this is Elizabeta, I assume. Ludwig did mention something about her being the only female. I smile faintly. "Hai. I mean, yes. I am. My name is Kiku Honda," I tell her, glad I at least got the name order right this time.

The brunette smiles kindly. "Lovely to meet you, Kiku. My name is Elizabeta Héderváry; student council vice president," she says, holding out a hand to shake.

Though it is a bit reluctant, I shake her hand and then murmur my goodbyes to them, turning and exiting the room. Feliciano stays behind, unsurprisingly, so I am left alone again. I decide to find the library for the time being; if I get lost, I have time to find my way back. There is still a couple of hours before lunch, so I suppose I'll be fine. I make my way down the hall again and drift into the crowd, glancing at different faces and picking up pieces of conversations as I pass.

I find I think a lot more than usual, lately. It may simply be because I'm in a new place or perhaps because of all the experiences I've had in such a short time of being here. Despite having already managed to make two enemies, I can't say I don't like it here. It's certainly a change and honestly, change is something I have never been particularly good with. That isn't to say I can't learn to adapt, though it's a given that it won't be something easy for me. Nonetheless, I find myself enjoying my time here so far.

Then again, a few days may be a bit early to make any sort of assumption.

Despite having only been shown there once, the library is surprisingly easy to find. I suppose they place it in an area where it's easy for the general student body to find it, though. Upon entering, my eyes immediately widen at the rows upon rows of books. I haven't actually come in here before, so the sheer size takes my breath away. This is a lot of books. Presented the opportunity, I would definitely attempt to read most, if not all of them.

I catch sight of Yao, luckily without Ivan – I'm all too sure the Russian boy would spot me immediately – a few tables away from the door. His back is to me and he has yet to notice me, but I steer clear anyways. I don't want to bother with the drama today or constantly have dirty looks pointed at me. I could do without that for the moment, at least. Luckily, Yao is so deeply engrossed in his book that he does not even glance up as I pace forward and slip between the nearby bookshelves. Nothing on this row immediately interests me so I move on.

I am not sure what I am looking for, but eventually I find some books that seem interesting enough. I check out and decide not to linger. I exit the library and decide to return to my dorm for the time being. There isn't much else to do, so I can just read or play games until lunch comes along in about three hours and I can meet up with Ludwig and Feliciano again.

Really, I suppose I could have just as easily stayed behind with them – Feliciano is probably talking Ludwig's ear off, though the German never seems to mind. I suppose it makes up for how little Ludwig speaks; they balance each other out nicely. I sigh as I trek up the stairs to the dorms; really, this set up was ridiculous. There's an elevator, but it's only for handicap students. I unlock my dorm door when I arrive and go in, closing it behind me and removing my shoes.

Maybe I'll nap instead.

Twelve thirty finds me tripping over my own feet in my haste to stumble out of bed.

I had ended up napping in the middle of my book and now there's only about ten minutes before I'm supposed to meet Ludwig and Feliciano for lunch. My head spins at the abrupt motion of standing and I exhale sharply, sitting right back down and waiting for the head rush to fade. When it does, I slowly get back up and attempt to at least straighten myself up. Miraculously, I didn't lose my page when I fell asleep, so I bookmark it now and set the novel aside.

The small light on the corner of my phone is flashing, signaling a text message. Curious, I pick it up and unlock it, wondering who it is from. There are few people that would bother texting me – granted, there are few people who have my number in the first place - and my parents only call me because they still aren't entirely accustomed to technology. The message, it seems, is from Ludwig. I only received it minutes ago; now that I think about it, the alert tone might have been the thing that woke me up.

I check the message and sigh. Ludwig is still wrapped up in student council matters, so it turns out he'll be late for lunch. Obviously, Feliciano will be sticking around with him. It isn't the slightest bit surprising, really. I text him back an acknowledgement – and mention that it's fine since he felt the need to apologize – and pick up my DS and check to see what game is in it. My copy of Kingdom Hearts Re:coded is in the slot and I shrug, slipping it back into place. That'll do, I suppose.

I slip my shoes back on and grab my lunch, making sure I have anything else I need before exiting the room and locking the door behind me. A few days prior, I nearly lost the key and so I ended up turning it into a necklace; I loop it over my neck now and tuck it into the shirt of my uniform. I'll have to pass the time waiting by playing my game while I'm eating, at least until Ludwig and Feliciano comes and Feliciano strikes up some sort of conversation. I'm a bit nervous; it isn't like it's unusual for Ludwig to get caught up in other matters, but it usually isn't around this time. This is the first time I'll be eating alone, as petty as it sounds.

Nonetheless, I make my way slowly to the cafeteria. I've come to the conclusion that the walls are soundproof here; I can't hear a thing from the cafeteria until the doors are opened by groups of students flocking in. I slip in after a particularly large group and go right to the table Ludwig, Feliciano, and I usually sit at, taking my seat on the end of the side opposite to where said friends typically sit. I unwrap my lunch and pick up my chopsticks with one hand, turning on my DS with the other and watching it boot up.

I tune out the idle chatter around me and rather wish I'd thought to bring my earbuds. It would be a pain at this point to go all the way to my dorm – or did I leave them in my locker again? - just to get them. In the end, I decide not to bother. I'll survive without them for the time being, anyways. For a part of the lunch period, my attention is torn between my food and my game. This particular boss is giving me trouble, though I'm close to beating it this time. I've played this game so many times, but I still have trouble on the same old bosses.

Nearly fifteen minutes in and no sign of my friends. I'm beginning to wonder if there's a way to eat if you miss lunch – other than dinner, that is. I do hope they don't miss it, though. At this rate, even if they don't, they'll hardly have any time to eat. I shake the thoughts away and finally manage to beat the boss. Moving on. I am not presented the chance to continue the dialogue, however.

Abruptly, the table jostles as two bodies slide into the seats across from me. I would have immediately thought they were Ludwig and Feliciano, if it weren't for the third that drops down directly to my left. Slowly, I peer up, rather confused. I do not immediately recognize the three. They're all about as different looking as it gets, besides perhaps a somewhat similar dressing style. Perhaps that's just me; I'm not entirely accustomed to western styles since my household was so traditional, despite living just outside of Tokyo.

In Ludwig's usual sit on the corner sits a white haired boy with pale skin and seemingly red eyes. It clicks quickly that he's albino, though I've never seen one in real life. He's wearing a blinding yellow shirt that reads, 'Warning, you may go blind from my pure awesomeness.' Western fashion absolutely baffles me. He has one leg stretched out to the side, so I spot dark jeans and white and gray high tops. He has a black beanie on and a spike bracelet on his left wrist with a skull bracelet on his right. He's grinning widely, though I am not sure I want to know why. Oddly, there is a bright yellow chick perching on his shoulder; it blends with the shirt, so I almost didn't notice it.

Beside him sits a Spanish boy with windswept brown hair and a grin that easily touches his eyes. He has a pair of black headphones around his neck and I spot a crucifix hanging over his green 'Ask me about my T-Rex' shirt. I can't see his pants or shoes, since they're hidden beneath the table and frankly, I am not about to look down.

I glance at the last one from the corner of my eyes. He is leaning against the table with his elbow propped against it, one palm supporting his chin. He's watching me; he smirks when he notices I'm looking. He has chin length blond hair tucked beneath what seems to be a gray trilby and a stubble lines his chin. His glittering blue eyes are fixed on me and it's a bit unnerving. The other boy is clad in a dark red scarf and a long, loose, dark gray sweater. His white shirt beneath reads 'Blink if you want me' and I immediately find myself attempting not to blink.

I barely catch sight of the Eiffel Tower necklace he wears and the black watch on the wrist of the hand supporting his chin. His black jeans are shredded from the upper thigh down to the shins and I am really beginning to question western style clothing. Is it supposed to be damaged like that? He's wearing a pair of black boots and I suppose those are nice. Slowly, I straight up and look between the three. I am not presented the chance to speak. Beside me, the blond haired boy straightens up as well and tilts his head.

"Bonjour," he greets, and I am already hooked.


If you're interested in checking out the three outfits, they're on my tumblr! The link is on my account and search the tag 'Bad Touch Trio'.