-Kaylyn's P.O.V.-
I yawned lightly rolling back over in my bed. That's right, a BED. A real, cozy, warm, bed with a extra huge king-size mattress! There wasn't much I knew about my cousin, only that apparently my uncle and aunt had died when she was very little, and mom never knew. That and well, her house was f*cking awesome. It was almost as good as the one I lived in back in New York, if not a bit roomier. The only problem I found with staying here was it was awfully quiet, and I was not accustom to quiet. But I think... Tsukimomo's wake-up calls could cover for that. You could hear her light feet treading faster and faster yet as she closed in on my room and me, still half-asleep, didn't think it was that important. My door was flung open and it smacked into the wall behind it. My cousin then proceeded to launch herself onto the bed landing across my stomach full force having me gasp. While I lay there winded she had already turned around crawling over top of me, bright honey-gold eyes gleaming at me from above. The curtain of her hair hung down blocking off sight on either side of me, the left black, the right creamy white. "Good morning sleepy-head!" Still spluttering from the blow to my abdomen I had to force a croak out, breathless. "G-Good morning... wha-t k-kind of a good m-morning wake-up call w-as that?" She pouted down at me in a silent sorry but instead rattled on an explanation. "The kind that says you're late for school silly! I already enrolled you where I go! We'll have all the same classes and- ohhhh! It'll be so perfect!" I sat up and she squeaked flopping backwards laying now on my legs, her own on either side of my waist. I frowned at her seeing she was indeed serious and wearing her school uniform. "School already? I've been here just a day I-.. I had been hoping I'd get at least a day of rest." She shook her head, her bi-colored hair pooling behind her like night and its reflection. "Nope nope! We have to go now! I told the officials you would be there! At least I think they were official... What's it mean to be official?" Her head tilted and I sighed, turning and getting out of bed rather than answer her question. She let her feet rest on the back headboard as she sulked after me. "Hey! It won't be all that bad, I'll be there! And Uo and Hana- oh, they're my very best friends, very very best! I think you'll like them too! They're always so nice to me so I don't see why they wouldn't- Where are you going anyways huh? Are you going to runaway like this hamster I owned this once-" Plucking the matching uniform from my door I grimaced at the skirt and then glanced to the bathroom. "I'm going to get ready."
I think the decision I made to go to school that day was one of the worst I've made all my life. I felt SO incredibly awkward (and more than just looked the part). 'Tsuki', as she insisted I use her nickname, had tied my hair up into two messy ponytails on either side of my head. I was never the person for skirts so I was constantly shifting in my seats or pulling the hem down a bit and fussing with my stupid stockings and don't even get me started on the plain dress shoes. They were only too bland! I was raised on neon converse for Christ's sake! At the last moment out the door of her house she stole my dorky prescription glasses (which were all the rage in America) and had me wear contacts instead! Not only did they feel uncomfortable but they had me blinking more often too and I'm sure I looked like some dry-eyed idiot trying to blink her life away. By lunch-time I was worn out and annoyed with my looks over-all so when she sat me beside her friends Uo and Hana (whom I found were an extra kick-arse guardian girl and an electrical aura signal obsessed psychic) I merely slid my tray out of the way and face-planted hard on the table. "Hey, careful slamming your head off'a things kiddo. You might hurt yourself." Uo tried to chastise me but I just groaned. "Whateverrrrrr." Hana spoke up in her softer, cool voice. "I can sense your distress signals from here... Has your first day really been that bad?" "Ugh!" I scoffed. "Bad? I'm only an American girl. Your Japanese school is too smart for me -_-" "Then do what I do!~" Tsuki chirped giddily. "Just, like, wing it or something!" I turned my head halfways grimacing at her. "I don't think that will help my plummeting IQ..." "You seem to be getting along just fine so quit your complaining." I was surprised to hear Kyo's voice and glanced up a bit flustered he'd heard my moping. He too had turned a bit pink and was already looking away before I had the chance to greet him; he sat down without permission but I guessed he didn't need any. "It's giving me a head-ache.." he muttered. "You two know each-other?" Tsuki squealed once she asked receiving questionable looks from Kyo and I both. "Uh-Uhm.. yeah.." I cleared my throat sighing. "We only met recently..." I wanted to leave the conversation at that, seeing that the Sohma's didn't need visitors. But then Uo decided to speak up. "Hey, aren't you the new Sohma kid?" "Yeah" he growled. "What's it to ya?" Uo, provoked, started to frown at him and crossed her arms. "Hey, I was just curious is all. After-all, you look nothing like 'Prince' Yuki." I smiled a bit sadly at that and looked down knowing Kyo would be annoyed. Tsuki managed to save Uo's ass from one hell of a lecture by leaning close to him in wonder. Kyo, uncomfortable, leaned back and away from her, scrutinizing with lack of enthusiasm. "Ohhhh! You're Kyo SOHMA! I should have known! Hey, aren't you in our class or something? I think I remember seeing you this morning." "Eh.. yeah.." "Why do you sit so close to the window where you're all alone? Why not by Yuki-kun? Or perhaps if you made some friends- oh! You could sit by us! I know the perfect spot-" I half-stood and gently eased her back to her seat by the shoulders chuckling nervously. "That's just the thing Tsuki-chan.. Kyo here doesn't like people getting in his personal space.. Or.. any space for that matter, as long as you're close to him." Sitting back down I felt Kyo's intense gaze switch to me. It was daring me, daring to question why I was protecting him after he'd been mean. But I just hung my head and felt ashamed. Why did I act so nice as I did? He must be so angry that I act like I know him.. But, I guess I WANT to know him more than anything. Maybe that's just the kind of person I am; too curious and too forgiving.
