I am bored and don't want to write this at the moment, so don't expect anything spectacular. (review it anyway, though. I'd really like to be getting more than 2 reviews per chapter *hint hint*) And I can't remember whether I said anyone caught Buruma's bus aside from her so from now on, no one does unless I change my mind through the course of this chapter.

Chapter 4

The rest of the day breezed by, Buruma chatting to Damien and gazing dreamily at Mr. I-Don't-Know-Your-Name-But-Am-Utterly-In-Love-With-You. Juuhachigou spent the majority of her time either sulking or whining to Kuririn at how Buruma was going to end up pregnant at 16 and completely ruin her life. Kuririn jokingly pointed out that even if she did get pregnant at 16 she had enough money to live comfortably anyway, and a baby-obsessed mother that would be more than glad to take care of the little accident. Juu stopped talking to him for the rest of the day, preferring to whine to Chichi, who at least didn't refute her, just nodded and concentrated on something else. Goku managed to remain oblivious of the tension Juuhachigou was spreading to the other members of their 'group'.

Buruma sat atop the four and a half foot red brick wall that encircled the school property, cutting off the prisoners of education from those free to roam the streets and reside in their homes. Fortunately, students of the school were now gushing out of the 2 gaps in the brick cage, free to retreat to their homes until the next day. Her legs were swinging freely, the heels of her black lace-ups thumping against the wall rhythmically. Bored, she was folding her homework into various origami shapes. She had accumulated a crane, cat, flower and balloon covered in math formulae and two boxes with various HTML codes from her computer science class. Despite having lived in Australia for most of her life, her parents had not neglected to keep her in touch with her Japanese heritage, although most of what she knew was simple things from when she was a small child.

She was unusual looking, to say the least. Her father was Japanese and she'd managed to inherit his slightly darker skin tone along with blue hair and startling blue eyes that could only belong to her American mother. She didn't fit in in Japan and she didn't fit in here. She sighed, for such a normally confident person she had a habit of getting down on herself a lot. She was a highly moody girl, prone to violent outbursts of temper no matter how much she tried to control it.

She was just mulling over her temper when something –or rather, someone- caught her eye. It was Him. He was standing, leaning against the brick wall and talking to someone she couldn't see, as His body was obscuring her view. She didn't mind. She sighed dreamily and watched him. Her eyes roamed up his toned body, noting the casual way he lent against the wall, shifted his weight slightly every so often, ran one hand through his dark, upswept hair –she could have sworn his hair was longer- and now turned to look at a girl who approached them, nodding first to him and then to whomever he was conversing with.

Now was the time. Buruma leaned over and tapped the girl standing in front of her on the shoulder. She recognised the chocolate brown braids as belonging to a girl in her math class last year.

"Hey, Claire, do you know his name?" She gestured over to where He was standing. Claire narrowed her eyes, thinking hard.

"I think that's Aaron… or is it - yeah, it's Aaron, why?" Buruma just smiled, telling the other girl there was no real reason behind her enquiry, she was simply curious. She turned her attention back to Aaron, as he was now to be known. Now that she'd got his name, she was on a roll, desperately trying to think up any excuse, no matter how lame, to speak to the object of her affections. Casting a quick look down at her origami creations, she swept them off the wall into the gardens below. Oops, now she had no math homework, whatever should she do?

Pushing herself off the wall, she grabbed her bag and slunk over to where Aaron was talking. Standing behind him for a few moments, she cleared her throat. He payed no mind and she cleared it again, more audibly and he cast a quick glance over his well-muscled shoulder. She grinned at him nervously.

"Hi. Aaron is it? Uhm… I'm in your Advanced Math class and I don't have the homework, I was wondering if you could let me copy it down?" He looked at her blankly with those enthralling ebon eyes. She shifted her weight and tugged at her plaid skirt anxiously. "Uh… I sat next to Damien, you were on the end?" Her voice cracked slightly, she felt like a fool. And yet, his eyes lit up and he laughed lightly. Gorgeous. Delectable. Absolutely perfect.

"Sorry, you're not looking for me," she frowned. Who else would she be looking for? No one could compare with Aaron. "Would you have thought, before talking to me now, that my hair was a little longer?" He gestured above his head and she frowned, nodding slightly. He smiled warmly. "You want by brother. Beji, this girl needs math homework," she blinked and he looked at her "I don't even do Advanced Math. He's the nerd." She blinked and turned her head, her jaw going slack. There were 2 of them. Identical. 2. 2. Identical. 2. So whom had she been fawning over? The gorgeous, friendly Aaron or the scowling, seductive 'Beji' as Aaron had referred to him? She blinked again.

"Uh… hi, I'm Buruma and I'm in your, uh, math class. Can I, uhm, have our math homework?" He nodded silently and turned around to pull a folder out of his bag, handing it to her without a word, his dark expression never faltering. It was a little off-putting, when she had just been talking to the identical, cheerful Aaron. She set about copying down in her book what was written precisely in his tiny, dark writing, glancing up occasionally to watch a girl with dark pink hair whisper in his ear. She frowned.

"His name's Bejita, since he's obviously not going to tell you himself," Buruma glanced up at Aaron, who was now speaking to her, obviously feeling a little left out of whatever was going on between Bejita and the personage that was obviously his girlfriend. "That's Ami, she likes to embarrass my brother by publicly displaying affection towards him and confuse certain people by hugging me." Buruma raised an eyebrow and closed her book, handing the folder back to the rather annoyed Bejita who was preoccupied with attempting to pry Ami's lithe form from his arm. Buruma stood up as the bus pulled into the stop.

"Uh, nice to meet you," she mumbled vaguely as she walked toward the bus. Nice, yes, but confusing and a little frustrating also.

--

Yay! Chapter! And it's longer, and you all better review lots. Please. I really like reviews.