I have a bit of a hangover as I'm writing this, because it was my friend's 14th last nite. I had no idea rum got you so bad, one of my friends just started crying then being sick, it wasn't a good night and I wouldn't recomend it to anybody. I cant wait to be old enpough to buy my own alcohol so we don't have to take whatevers in the back of the kitchen cupboard because it usualy isnt very good.

"What the hell are you playing at?" Asano yelled, as he stormed into his father's office, guns blazing (not literally). Amethyst eyes full of anger. "You've done insane things before, but they were for rational reasons, at least! There is literally no reason for you to be doing this!"

The Chairman smiled, unaffected by his son's anger. He leaned back in his chair, he was sat in his office at home, which looked eerily similar to the one he had at the school. "You're going to have to be more specific, Asano-kun."

"..You know what I'm talking about!" He spluttered. He seemed as if he wanted to avoid naming the issue out loud.

"Oh, are you by chance referring to my decision to allow Kotori Heiwajima to transfer into the school?"Gakuho said, with his ever present smarmy smirk. He rested his chin in his hands.

"...If you want to call it that." Asano said, after a moment of hesitation, looking away and crossing his arms.

"You really must be slow if you can't work something as simple as that out." The Chairman said, his grin widened as Asano grit his teeth. The Chairman couldn't remember the last time he'd saw Gakushu so pissed off. Maybe the time he'd replaced the tooth paste with super-glue because he wanted his son to get rid of his baby-teeth. That had been a good day.

"Stop treating this as some sort of joke. A girl's bag was set on fire!" Asano said, resisting the urge to stomp his foot like a kid throwing a tantrum. He tries his hardest to be cold and business-like, but never showing any emotions was hard work when you lived when you were going through puberty and your family was insane.

"An unfortunate accident." The Chairman said. "It appears the girl left paint-thinner in her bag."

"Accident! I think we both know who was behind this!" Asano said, glaring. "And that 'student' should be suspended."

"Give me some proof and I'll consider it." Gakuho said, already turning back to the computer screen, not bothering to look at his son any more. That was a signal as clear as any that he had wasted enough time listening to Asano's ranting. The teen took a moment to stop himself from punching a hole in the wall, before turning and storming away.

Ever since the fire incident, everyone had become terrified of Kotori. Even the boys no longer approached her. They thought she was dangerous.

"I don't put my dick in psycho. That's the rules I live by." Seo said to Ren, one lunchtime when the two of them were eating the cafeteria, and happened to notice Kotori sitting along one one of the huge tables. Everyone who passed by gave her a wide berth. She didn't seem to mind the solitude though.

"You don't put your dick in anything." Ren grumbled, rolling his eyes and Seo. He honestly felt bad for Kotori; Sure, her setting somebodies bag on fire had freaked him out, but he still didn't think she deserved to be ostracized for it. She was only defending herself, after all.

"I do too! Oh, go fuck yourself. Stop defending that lunatic." Seo said, scowling.

"Whatever." Ren huffed, turning away. Since Asano hadn't been around them, the rest of the big five had realized how little they liked eachother; Seo was obnoxious, Kyoyama was creepy, Ren was pretentious and Araki was boring. Sure, they hung out without Asano before, but that was always at parties and nights out when they had expensive food and girls to act as a buffer. Asano was like the boss that held them together.

Ever since Kotori had joined, everything had gone tits up. But still, Ren couldn't bring himself to hate her, or even dislike her.

"Want a lift home?" Ren asked Kotori, after the second day of her isolation. She looked up at him, her deep purple/red eyes unreadable, her lips quirked up into a smile that seemed mocking somehow.

"No thank you, Sakikabari." She said, shortly. "I'm not comfortable with you knowing were I live."

"Why do you shut everyone out, aren't you lonely?" The poet asked, looking up at her.

Kotori laughed. "Me? Lonely? I don't need other people, I'm perfectly capable on my own." She said, sounding cold. But Ren swore he saw a flash of pain in her eyes.

"I know your not happy, so let me help you." Ren said, following her as she walked out. He coudn't explain why he was acting this way "You keep saying that I wont like you if I knew more about you, but why wont you give it a chance?"

Kotori laughed, "I never realised how idealistic you were. It's almost sad." She said. "But I'm beyond help. I suggest you leave me alone." She carried on walking, leaving Ren dumbstruck. No! He couldn't leave things like this!

He reached forward to tap her shoulder, but instead his hand got caught in her hair.

"S-Sorry!" HE started to say, as his hand tanlged. He tried to pull it back, but her hair fell off along with his hand. "What!"

Kotori wore a wig? He gasped, as he looked down at the silky red locks in his hands. In shock, he slowly looked up at Kotori, and saw her for who she really was.

Short red/brown hair, sharp red/purple eyes, 6'1, 41 years old.

"Board Chairman!?"

(A/N: The truth about Kotori is revealed! She is Gakuho Asano! For some reason only Gakushu and Koro-Sensei could recognise him.