Hi guys! Thank you for supporting my fic until now. I truly appreciate it.

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So, I'm going to start introducing more characters and maybe, some bonding would occur!

Oh yes, to one of my reviewers; since you wrote that you can't stand Atobe, do you want the pairing to be AtoRyo or you didn't want the pairing to be AtoRyo? :O

Also, don't worry; I don't intend to make the pairing YukiRyo or FujiRyo. To be honest, they are way too common so I'd rather use an individual, unique pairing of my own! ^^

Warning: A tiny bit of cursing.


Anything I've ever done that ultimately was worthwhile… initially scared me to death.

~ Betty Bender

Edelweiss – daring and courageous; sometimes a noble purity.


Ryoma sighed, gazing out the glass-tinted windows. She paid no mind to the sound of her teacher's constant rhythmic voice; having learned everything due to private tutors and special lessons her parents had decided she should take. After all, being a part of a rich family also meant that you needed to do well academically.

She has already been in Seikudai Academy for around two months, right now being in October, since she transferred during the second half of the first semester. Things have been hectic and, without a doubt, chaotic, but it was worth the fun.

'Come to think of it, it's almost Halloween. I wonder what would happen.' Ryoma smiled, thinking about the possibilities of fun events occurring.

Soon, the bell rang, signaling the end of class and the start of lunch.

The representative of the class, Honjo, clapped his hands and told everyone to settle down, standing in place where the teacher was a few minutes ago.

"As you all know, October 31 is coming up and we'll have a lot of activities to plan. The student body is planning to host a competition, and it would be a bit like the Cultural Festival. However, we only have one day to attract as many people as possible to our attraction on October 31. If you have an idea, don't be afraid to shout it out." He started writing on the chalkboard, the words, GANBARU CLASS 1-D! and WE'LL WIN THE COMPETITION! As a source of inspiration and motivation.

"Honjo-kun." Ryoma spoke up quietly, but everyone silenced at her voice. She was someone influential, after all, and everyone respected her.

"What would the prize for the first place winner be?" She asked.

"Yeah, tell us!" After her question, the rest of the class began shouting requests in order to know what they would get in exchange for third, second, or first place.

"The student body didn't tell us, yet, but our secret network connections have overheard them talking about it. We might get a chance to score with a class from Mokudai Academy, our sister all-girls' school! Not only that, there is a possibility of us getting a chance to go on a trip to Okinawa! And that's not all. If we're lucky, we might even have ACs installed into our room!" Honjo exclaimed excitedly.

At the mention of girls, Okinawa, and AC, the boys went wild. They whooped and they hollered and they jumped around, psyched at the idea of spending some time and getting a girlfriend.

Ryoma just grinned. These guys are so predictable.

"Ne, Kintarou, what do you wanna do for the competition? A haunted house is too common. Everyone else would probably do that, so what do you suggest?" She poked Kintarou's side with her slender finger, propping her chin upon the delicate palm of her equally gentle hand.

She truly did resemble a flower, in more ways than one.

"Wakarenai! I have absolutely no idea, but I know how we can get into the mood!" He jumped off the table he had been sitting on, and whispered into Ryoma's ear.

"Let's tell scary stories!"

She chuckled. "That might certainly give us ideas for an attraction that a lot of people might be interested in. Honjo-kun!"

"Yes, Echizen?"

"Let's close the shades and shut off the lights. Make sure the door is closed and locked, too." She stood up, looked around the room, and smiled radiantly.

"Kintarou here just suggested a wonderful idea. In order for us to think more clearly about the concept and theme our class would look like, what else is there to do than to tell scary stories? Oh, but don't forget, we are doing this for Halloween, so don't get too off topic." She sat down, thanking her classmates for their attention.

They chattered among themselves, the low, dull sound of conversations merging together producing a vibrant, cozy lullaby for our favorite freshman and, in the midst of all the discussion, she drifted off to sleep. She had done enough already.


At the same time, in one of the junior classes in that school, a certain 'Seaweed Head' was talking to what most people see as a gentle, silver-furred, religious puppy.

"Ohtori, did you hear? There's going to be a competition! I think the entire school can take part in it, not only the freshmen and juniors. Ah, I wanna see what the 1-D class is going to do!" Kirihara Akaya sighed, overwhelmed by a sense of nostalgia.

Choutarou Ohtori chuckled, understanding Kirihara-kun's sensation. He, too, had several memories of last year, for 1-D was the class they were in.

Since it was lunch, they took the time to stay in the classroom rather than go down to the cafeteria to eat because in this school, they had a choice of whether to buy and eat lunch in the cafeteria, or bring your own lunch to eat in your classroom.

"I heard. I think Kiriyama-kun will talk to us about it soon, since he seems to be hurrying his lunch. Food always comes first, right?" Ohtori joked.

Kirihara laughed. "Of course! Well, let's not think about the whole competition thing until he tells us about it. Why waste our time? Besides, we don't even know what the prizes would be."

Ohtori smiled in agreement. "That's true. We can think about it and discuss our ideas with the rest of the class later, when we've been informed of everything that'll happen."

Kirihara grinned and clapped his hands together, bowing with a loud, "Itadakimasu," to initiate the beginning of his lunch.

With his mouth full of rice, he mumbled, "Anyway, are you going to go to the tennis practice today, after school? I haven't played you in a long time, since you've been mainly playing doubles with that Shishido-san or whatever, and I wanna see how we've both improved."

"Don't talk while you're eating!" Ohtori berated, using his hands to clamp down Kirihara's mouth. "I'll ask Shishido-san today and maybe he'll let me. I've been training on my Scud Serve for a long time, now, so beware! It's gotten a lot better, especially since Shishido-san is always helping me."

The pure, innocent youth's expression took upon one that was admiring and dreamy, as if he was thinking about the mentioned 'Shishido.'

Kirihara snorted, wiping his mouth roughly with his sleeve. "Shishido-san, Shishido-san, Shishido-san. Is he really that great? I mean, he's all you ever talk about."

"Of course he is! He helped me improve my tennis abilities and he's always determined to become better, even if it means harming himself. Not only that, he's very kind and understanding, although his pride often makes him a bit shy." He replied, smiling serenely at the thought of his senpai.

Kirihara frowned, feeling a little bit of jealousy bite at his heart. Being an immature, youngster, he likes being in the spotlight and attracting a lot of attention, so when he hears Ohtori rambling about Shishido like that, he disliked it.

"What class is he in? This 'Shishido-san,' I mean."

"Eh? I believe he was in class 3-D… Well, that's what he told me last time. We'll be in his classroom next year! I hope I get to sit in a seat he sat in."

"… You fanboy." Kirihara eyed Ohtori suspiciously, yet playfully.

"Stop it!" Ohtori blushed.

The two continued their conversation, drifting off to a variety of topics.


Shishido Ryou sighed, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he looked at the ceiling in dismay.

"Taku. I wanted to see the buzz about the new freshman, too. But what with all the activities and clubs and shit, I couldn't meet him at all!" He groaned, strolling down the hallways with his long, slender legs.

"And now, I have to go back to the classroom? For what? Its lunch break and they still bother me." He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, thoroughly annoyed at how things progressed today. First he had been late for school and the teacher got mad at him because it was already his fifth time. Secondly, when he was rushing to make it in time for another class, he bumped into someone and almost ended up getting into a fight with him. When he finally managed to make it into class, he was covered in flour and water due to a prank his classmates wanted to pull on the teacher, the victim ending up being him.

And now, when he was finally able to get some rest, he had to go back to the fourth floor from where he was at the first floor?

Well, at least it's the floor where the freshmen were. That way, he could see if 'Echizen Ryoma,' was good enough to be on par with the legendary freshman, Tooyama Kintarou. He was well known for being one of the strongest tennis players, although the names of his serves are definitely unbelievable.

"I heard they were in my first year class. Let's go check." He murmured, breaking into a jog. When he reached the class of 1-D, he tried to slide the door open, but it didn't work. It seemed like the door was stuck.

Shishido groaned pathetically, banging his head against it. Just his luck.

He sighed and started to pound his fists against the door in hopes of getting the students inside to open it. After a while, he heard a shriek and several footsteps scattering around the room. What happened?


"You see, he was wandering around the school, alone, in the dead of the night. The hallways seemed to narrow down on him, ever so dark, and every sound he made echoed throughout the area, the noise being 100x louder than it once was. He was afraid, but he couldn't help it. He had forgotten his bag in the classroom, being caught up in the excitement of karaoke." Kintarou sneered, his expression becoming more horrifying; especially with the effects of the flashlight he had decided to shine on his face.

Some of the girls started to tremble. They were actually pretty scared.

"But did you know? It was an unlucky day, because the full moon was out. Strangely enough, as if that wasn't ominous, it was also Friday the 13th. Guys, what day is today?"

They widened their eyes in shock. "F-Friday the 13th… isn't it…?"

"Yes… They say that this boy, who had been in this very class, managed to find the classroom in the pitch black darkness, but the door was locked!"

"Eek!" A girl squeaked out, clutching onto her friend's arm.

"Yes… The situation was much like the situation now, except for the time…"

The sky, along with Kintarou's face, began to darken, signaling the beginning of a thunderstorm.

"He tried to open the door, pulling it with all his might, but all of his efforts were in vain. As it turns out, there had been news of recent disappearances. The victims were all students that stayed too late after school, and it appears that after they went to get something they had forgotten, they vanished in thin air. The boy, having realized the circumstances, began to pound on the door frantically, afraid."

Just then, the door rattled. Everyone's heads immediately turned towards the door.

Ryoma yawned and smiled blearily, having awakened from her light slumber.

"Hey guys, doesn't it seem like someone is trying to open the door?" She laughed. "But it can't be, right? I mean, everyone else would be busy doing activities and clubs and everything. But they might come back in, soon, since it's starting to drizzle."

Kintarou smirked. "Exactly right, Ryoma-chan. It is said that every Friday the 13th, at exactly this moment, you could hear the struggles of the boy who vanished from this school in this very moment."

The door rattled even more, and the sounds of pounding erupted.

He started to laugh eerily, frightening everyone else.

"KYAAAAA! I can't take it anymore! Yada!" The girls shrieked and they burst out from their position, sobbing and reaching for the lights. They quickly switched it on.

"Well, that's the end of it! Now, let's see who was really at our door…" Kintarou grinned mischievously.

The girls shook their heads, gathering at the back of the room. "Don't do it, Tooyama-kun! Don't do it!" They pleaded.

Kintarou reached forward and unlocked the door.

Suddenly, it slammed upon without him touching it.

He stared at the figure in front of him, and the girls began to scream again.