A/N: Long time no see everyone! Sorry for the (incredibly long) wait. I'm done with the semester! I also realized that I translated two of my OC's names' wrong… Oh well, let's just pretend they are and go with the flow people.

I don't own Saiyuki, only this plot and the four main OCs. Now, on with the fic!

By the way, thanks to all those who reviewed and put my stories on their favorite list. I won't let you down and update more if I get more reviews!

:1st Period- Debate:

From the way his morning was going, Sanzo had a feeling that he'd be in a constant state of irritation throughout the whole day. Not only was he being bombarded by stares from male and female students but he was heading straight towards a useless class. What in the hell was 'debate' about? Arguing? Why devote an entire class to fucking arguing?

"Sanzo," The golden-haired priest looked up at the black-haired girl who stood in front of him, "We're here." He glanced at the doorway she was pointing at before turning his gaze back to his guide. She was about the same height as him and could easily look him in the eye if she wasn't glancing down. Her black hair was pulled away from her face in a bun, allowing Sanzo to notice the red blush dusting her tanned cheeks.

He nodded silently before walking around her, accidentally brushing his shoulder against hers while heading inside the classroom. Kaosu blushed even more and spun around to stare at the transfer student. He really was quite handsome and had a perfectly sculpted face that made him look delicate, but still masculine in a way. His golden hair fell nicely over his violet eyes and gave him an ethereal, angelic look. He also had this air of mystery around him that reminded her of those dashing anti-heroes from her favorite romance novels. Shaking the fantasies out of her mind, she quickly followed the taller one inside.

"Ma'am, we have a new student." She announced to the middle-aged woman standing at the front of the classroom. The teacher glanced away from the blackboard to inspect the so-called 'new student' before waving it off indifferently. It made Kaosu pout for a moment, displeased that she couldn't impress her teacher, until she realized Sanzo had already taken the initiative and grabbed the desk closest to him. She immediately plopped down on the seat next to him, not noticing the blonde's eye twitch in annoyance.

"So do you have any questions? Do you need help getting to your next class? The school is pretty big but once you know the structure of the building it'll be easy to find the rest of your classes." Kaosu went on and on, unaware that Sanzo had begun to glare daggers at her direction.

"I'll be fine." He finally stated, interrupting her description of the best way to get to the cafeteria during lunch.

"Oh, well that's good. You seem like a smart guy." She complimented, hoping that he'd like it, "Anyways, where exactly are you from? You and your friends are foreign exchange students so I can safely assume you guys aren't from around here, right?" Seeing how she seamlessly moved to a new topic made Sanzo realize the black-haired girl wasn't going to be easy to get rid of. It was time to get to the damn point.

"Look, I appreciate your help guiding me here but that doesn't mean I want anything else to do with you." He said bluntly. Kaosu's eyes widened in shock as a small crack appeared in her perfect mental image of the new student.

"I-I was only trying to be friendly." She stuttered, Sanzo's reaction knocking her mentally off-guard.

"Thanks, but no thanks." He replied as he turned away from her, "I'm not here to make friends."

"Not with that attitude." Kaosu could feel her temper rising at the sight of the indifferent look on the blonde's face. Her image of him shattered in that instant as she realized that Sanzo was definitely not like the romantic mystery boy she had assumed he would be. Instead, he had turned out to be her least favorite type of person; the rude jerk. Sure he had a (very) pretty face, but that was it. What really got under her skin was how unappreciative he was to her kind hospitality. The least he could do was pretend he was interested and not brush her off in a dick-ish manner. She could have left him to fend for himself but no, she took the poor boy under her wing and this was how he would repay her?

Sanzo glanced back at the girl when he suddenly felt an intense aura aimed for his shoulder and his violet eyes met glaring, angry brown eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, clearly unimpressed with her attempt at intimidation and only irritating Kaosu even more.

"What's wrong is that you're an asshole." The dark-haired girl was slightly surprised with herself when she replied so frankly, but immediately replaced it with a smirk of satisfaction when she saw one of Sanzo's eyes twitch in annoyance.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Or is it too hard for you to hear over your giant ego?" She faltered a bit when Sanzo glared, feeling a cold shiver go down her spine. However, she stood her ground and did not tear her eyes away from his.

"You've got some nerve." He started, "Or should I say balls?" It was Kaosu's turn to twitch in annoyance.

"Dammit, I am not a transvestite."

"Could have fooled me."

"Oh like you should talk. You look girlier than me." Sanzo balled his fist in order to control his anger. It was getting harder to not smack the girl upside her head.

"I dare you to say that again."

"What's wrong? Did I hurt your feelings blondie?" Kaosu asked, getting a real kick in irritating the hell out him, "PMS-ing much?"

"Ms. Tenrei?" The girl's eyes widened as she spun around to see not only her debate coach looking at her strangely but also the rest of the class. She blushed so deeply that red appeared all over her olive-colored cheeks.

"I-I-I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me!" She exclaimed, waving her hands around in an attempt to fix the embarrassing mess she was in. Luckily, the teacher just shook her head and went back to writing on the board. Kaosu let out a deep sigh of relief before glaring at the cause of her anger.

Sanzo, on the other hand, was not paying attention to her. The teacher had said something, something he had hoped he heard incorrectly. In order to make sure of this, he glanced at the still raging dark-haired girl.

"What was your last name?" It was more of a demand than a question.

"None of your business." She spat.

"What happened to trying to be all helpful and shit? You're a hypocrite too?"

"A prick like you doesn't deserve my help."

"Never asked for it, especially from such a bitch."

"Well I'm glad we could agree on something!" Kaosu exclaimed, her voice rising, "Why don't we also agree that you should crawl into a hole and die!"

"Ms. Tenrei!" The two turned away from each other towards the furious, albeit shocked teacher, "Do I need to separate you from Mr. Genjyo?"

"Yes!" She replied to the surprise of the woman, "Yes you do!" Before the debate coach could say anything else, Kaosu did her a favor and got up from her seat, grabbed her backpack and stormed across the room to an empty desk by the wall. She plopped down on it and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the blackboard while trying to rid her mind of the stupid, rude, prick of a new student who she had once thought was handsome.

As the teacher huffed and tried to go back to the lesson, Sanzo sat silently at his desk. He was resentfully accepting the fact that he did hear the woman right. Kaosu's last name was 'Tenrei'.

'Goddamit.' He thought as he wrote down the name on the first page of his notebook in kanji.

Tenrei Kaosu translated to Heavens' Chaos.

:1st Period- Science:

"You guys are from China?" Sora repeated inquisitively as she walked down the science hall with Hakkai.

"That's right." He replied with a polite smile.

"That explains your names..." The shorter girl trailed off, seemingly deep in thought. Hakkai took this chance to look her over. Her skin was quite pale as if she barely went outside, contrasting nicely with her copper colored hair that threatened to fall out from the loose ponytail. From his standpoint it looked as though the top of her head could reach his lips, but he didn't think it would be a good idea to check his assumption.

"Wait a second," Sora's remark snapped the brown-haired man out of his reverie as he focused back on the shorter girl, "I can understand how you and Goku are from China but what about Gojyo and Sanzo? They don't look very Chinese."

"That's actually a good point." Hakkai stated thoughtfully, letting the information sink in. Sora chuckled while taking a quick glance at the taller man. From the quick first impression of him and his friends, she could safely assume he was the most polite of the group. His brown hair was cut short with a few bangs falling nicely over his right eye. Behind his wire-framed glasses were the greenest eyes she had ever seen. If she wasn't careful, she could fall into their depths...

'What am I thinking? I'm not some ditzy romantic.' The red-head thought, 'That's Kaosu's role.' (On the other side of the school, a certain black-haired girl sneezed.)

When the two finally arrived at their destination, Hakkai's eyes widened in curiosity at the assortment of glass tubes and flasks set up on identical tall tables that looked as though they reached just above his hips. Stools stood next to the tables as well as a good amount of students ready to start the morning.

Once they stepped inside, a group of guys and girls rushed to Sora's side.

"Hey Sora, can I copy your answers on the book questions?"

"No I need them more! I have English next period!"

"I asked first!"

"Give them to me first Sora! We've known each other since middle school!" Hakkai observed the commotion with eyebrows raised as the short girl pushed her way out of the small crowd and towards one of the tables. The crowd followed her like moths to a flame as she pulled out a notebook from her backpack.

"Here." She announced while turning back to the group, "I'll need them back by lunch." One of the girls snatched the book away as she gave Sora a sugary sweet smile.

"Thanks Sora! You're a lifesaver!" Sora smiled back, but Hakkai could see the stress in her hazel-colored eyes. He walked over to her just as the group left and took a seat next to the red-head.

"Well that was interesting." He stated lightly.

"Yeah... That happens a lot." She confessed with a chuckle, "Some of my friends need all the help they can get to be able to graduate by the end of this semester."

"You're a good friend helping them out like this." Hakkai noticed a slight hesitation in her eyes.

"Yeah, I know." The green-eyed man wanted to converse with her some more, trying to figure out the puzzle that was Sora when the teacher came in and started taking attendance. Hakkai silently observed the room while the teacher listed off names, interested in his new surroundings. Different questions about this new world raced through his mind as well as the mysterious instructions the goddess had left him and his comrades. Where would they find these mysterious beings?

"Raijinno Sora?" The teacher called.

"Here." Hakkai spun his head around to the girl sitting next to him as she put her hand down. She glanced at him and blinked questioningly.

"Is something wrong?"

"What was your last name again?" He asked.

"Raijinno." The brown-haired man quickly pulled out his notebook and a pencil. Sora watched his hand move vigorously as he wrote down lines in what she guessed was Chinese. Once he was done, he stared intently at it.

"Uh..." The girl started, but Hakkai immediately interrupted her.

"Your name means 'Sky of the Thunder God'." He turned to her and gave her a polite smile, "Did you know that?" She shook her head, taken aback by his smile. It seemed... weird to her compared to than his other smiles.

"That's really interesting." She was able to blurt out. Hakkai simply nodded before turning back to the lesson. She blinked, incredibly confused.

'What the hell was that?'

:1st Period- English:

'This school thing ain't half bad.' Sha Gojyo thought as he followed the brown-haired girl down the hall towards their first class. Not only did this school have a good amount of fine eye candy but he already had an excuse to talk to one of them. His guide Youmei had one of the most voluptuous bodies he had ever laid eyes on. She had a nice, round ass that swayed with her every step and a small waist that accentuated her hips and chest. Her slightly messy brown hair stopped just past her shoulders and made it look as though she had just woken up.

'I wouldn't mind waking up next to this sweet thing.' He thought, his mind going down the gutter. He was pulled from his thoughts when the girl suddenly stopped and spun around towards him, giving him a view of her ample chest.

"Are you done ogling?" She asked sternly. It was an understatement to say that Youmei was annoyed. From the four cute guys they met, why was she stuck with the perverted idiot? Sure, he was easy on the eyes with his long red hair, matching red eyes, charming smirk and great taste in leather but since the pair had left the cafeteria, she felt those eyes of his focused solely on her butt. Now they were lingering somewhere else now that she turned around...

"Oi!" Gojyo looked up from her chest, "Are you done staring at my lady parts because we're here." She motioned to the classroom behind her.

"Depends," He started as he gave her another smirk, "Are you offering to show me more?"

"Is that really the best you've got?" Youmei asked as she raised one trimmed eyebrow. He took this opportunity to step a bit closer to the girl, towering over her.

"Dunno if I should give you my best. We can't have you stripping in the middle of the hall now can we?" He expected a glare but instead the shorter girl stepped up close to him, her forehead barely reaching his chin, and placed a soft hand on his chest. He was surprised that had actually worked but grinned nonetheless with the prospect of finally having a woman (or at least a female) to bring 'home'. That thought was quickly gone when the brunette suddenly gripped his shirt tightly a split second later and pulled him forward, forcing him to look straight into her irritated gray eyes.

"Get this through your itty bitty brain; I'm not interested." She stated before pulling him towards the door, pushing him inside without a chance for him to respond. She mumbled a curse under her breath, wondering who up there had such a sick humor to stick her with a dumbass. The tall man stumbled inside, catching himself at the last second to see a good amount of people staring at him. He quickly straightened himself up and dusted himself off.

"Are you alright Mr...?" The red-head looked up to see an incredibly fine piece of woman sitting at the large desk in front of the row of smaller desks. From where she sat and how old she was, he assumed she was the teacher.

"Sha Gojyo," He replied as he leaned against the desk to get a better view of the teacher's 'assets', "Wanna give me yours or can I just call you 'gorgeous'?"

"Keep it in your fucking pants perv." Youmei suddenly retorted as she passed behind him to head over to a desk in the back corner. Gojyo glared at her passing form, but it quickly lost its edge when his eyes travelled down to her butt. It was from looking at her butt that he noticed something different in her stride. Before, she had strutted with confidence in her step. Now, she seemed tenser. Looking up from her ass, Gojyo saw a hostile look in the brunette's eyes. She was glaring heatedly at a few girls in the classroom who also glared back. He hoped a catfight might start right there and then but the hot teacher's shout brought him back to reality.

"Ms. Kisakino, watch your language!" The girl snapped out of her glare and simply rolled her eyes at the teacher before taking a seat. The woman then turned her sights on Gojyo.

"She is right Mr. Sha that was inappropriate. You're a new student so I will let it slide just this once." Though her glare could not match the one Gojyo usually got from a certain blond priest, he complied and turned to take a seat. There was something bothering him.

'Kisakino...' He repeated mentally, glancing at the bored-looking brunette from across the room, 'Doesn't that mean Empress? Is she that Empress of Fairies thing?' As he thought about the name meaning, Youmei glanced aimlessly before suddenly locking eyes with the red-head. Gojyo gave her a charming smirk. She responded by giving him the middle finger. Gojyo's eye twitched in annoyance.

'Empress my ass.'

:1st Period- Math:

Goku looked around at the slowly dwindling crowds in the hallway as he munched on the last muffin Neko had on her. Since she had forgotten to give any to her friends in the commotion of the meeting him and the others, the blond girl had decided to just give them to the human garbage disposal. He happily agreed to her offer. As he licked some crumbs of his fingers, he watched his guide grow more and more confused with each passing second. Being stuck with three other, much taller guys for most of his life, it was refreshing for Goku to have someone shorter, yet still the same age, around him for once. It was also interesting to see another human with blond hair. Unlike Sanzo's golden blonde hair, Neko's blond hair was much lighter and could almost pass of as silver with the right lighting. She was also pale like Sanzo, but had a healthier glow to her complexion than the priest.

"I was sure it was here..." She muttered softly while inspecting the numbers on the classroom doors. After a few moments, she frowned and headed over to the next door.

"Uh, do you know where you're going?" Goku asked innocently, content (for now) with his breakfast. The blond whirled around almost immediately after he asked; her pale cheeks flushed red and her blue eyes fierce.

"Of course I do!" She shouted. However, after a few moments her glare began to die down as she stared at the strange boy with lightly tanned skin and unruly brown hair he kept under a blue beanie. What really drew her in were his eyes. They were gold; not brownish gold or had had gold specs in his irises, but through and through golden eyes. And the last time Neko checked, that wasn't normal. But she didn't feel freaked out about them. In fact, though Goku was taller and most likely the same age as her, he gave off such an innocent vibe. He seemed so... harmless.

"Okay... I don't know." She finally confessed with a small pout, looking down on the ground in shame. The brunet cringed as he felt a wave of guilt wash over him.

"D-Don't be!" He replied, panicking slightly as he looked around the hallway, "We'll just ask someone for help, that's all!" This was easier said than done since there were barely any people left in the halls. Goku spun around and saw a male student walking into a nearby classroom just a few feet away from him and he reached out to grab the stranger's arm.

"Hey do you know where this room is?" He hastily asked while pushing a paper to the stranger's nose. The boy was weirded out by the sudden attack on his personal space, but still looked down at the schedule.

"You're not that far, just keep going down the hall. You should see it on your right." He answered as he gave the piece of paper back to Goku.

"Really? Thanks!" He replied with a grin, but the student didn't smile back. His attention was focused on the blond girl who was standing a few feet away from them.

"Neko?" He called out to her. Neko blinked and turned to the boy. She blinked again as she tilted her head to the side.

"Do I know you?"

"It's me, Shiro." The boy started as he took few steps towards her, "We went on a date during winter break. Why didn't you call me?" As he neared her, Neko took a step back. Shiro's dark eyes had a mixture of confusion and unhappiness with a hint of anger, something she was used to seeing.

"Uh... I was busy." She replied hesitantly.

"Liar." Shiro immediately corrected, disdain now adding to the mix of emotions in his eyes, "I heard you went out with someone else. Am I not good enough or something?" Neko took another step back, readying herself for a lunge or shout from him. As the boy was about to get closer, Goku clamped a hand on his shoulder.

"I think you need to go now." He stated calmly. The boy turned his sights onto the shorter boy, his eyes now showing more fury. Neko clenched her fists, hoping that a fight was not about to start in front of her as the two boys stared each other down. Shiro was bigger than Goku and more muscular. From what she remembered about their (boring) date, he was on the wrestling team or something jock-ish. Maybe if she could distract the jock, the brunet could get away. To her surprise, it was Shiro who backed away.

"Whatever, that slut's not worth my time." He announced loudly, catching the attention of the few students still in the hall, "Have fun playing with used goods dude." And with that, he turned around and marched into his class. Goku blinked, registering what Shiro had just said.

'What the hell just happened?' He wondered. All he was trying to do was make Neko feel better for getting them lost, not make things worse! He turned towards the blond girl, expecting to see her cry, but instead came face-to-face with impassive blue eyes.

"You heard him, the room's this way." She said as she started for the hall. Goku blinked again, confused again before running after her.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked curiously. From the lessons he forcibly received from Gojyo, girls were supposed to be sensitive. And those were some dickish that bastard had said. Wasn't she supposed to be upset?

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Neko asked, looking back at him with innocent eyes, "I hear that stuff all the time. I'm used to it."

"Oh..." Before Goku could continue on about the subject, Neko turned her attention to a door on her right and grinned.

"Here!" She exclaimed, rushing into the classroom just in time for a bell to ring above their heads. He quickly followed her inside to be just in time to hear a shout.

"Fuun Neko, you're late!" A scrawny old woman with huge Coke bottle glasses screamed from behind her desk. Neko flinched as she gave a small bow.

"Sorry!" After giving another quick bow, the blond scurried to the closest seat, leaving Goku at the hands of the old woman.

"And who are you supposed to be?" She asked, eyeing him warily.

"Uh... Son Goku?" He answered.

"You're one of those new kids, aren't ya? Well I don't care if you're new; you better know the material by tomorrow!" He nodded vigorously, but other than that made no movement. Another shout from the teacher to "git" made him rush to a desk conveniently next to Neko. As he settled himself in, he found himself thinking about the blond girl's full name.

'Fuun Neko... Why does that sound important?'