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this story I did not come up with alone!
Co-writer isKiteria! Look her up, she has a few amazing stories of her own!

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Last time:

"Good, you learn quickly. Will Kit be able to learn?"

"She learns everything that you teach me. I just use different methods than your brutal ones with her. Everyone learns different and I know what style works for her. She's good if not better than me at learning techniques. It's just controlling her emotions that is hard. She doesn't have a cold bone in her body; she's too sweet for any hatred."

I dodged a punch from Pa and I jumped at him and dug my hands into his shoulders and used my momentum to roll over him and then i threw him into a tree. He connected with the trunk with a loud thud and i smirked. He got up and lunged at me, his eyes bleeding red.

"Learn to control your own emotions old man!" I hissed as i punched his side then grabbed him by his clothes and threw him into the pool. I grabbed my haori robe then slid it on and walked back inside, leaving him to be helped by the guards.

Now:

"Kit, time to wake up," I sighed as I shook the girl who was buried deep under her covers. Kit shifted but still slept so I did what annoyed her. I grabbed all of her blankets and pulled them off the bed, making her whimper at the sudden cold air on her body. "Kit, wake up!"

"What…?" she growled as she yawned.

"We have school, you need to get up and ready. We have to be at the building in 45 minutes," I smirked and she scrambled off the bed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she exclaimed.

"I've been trying to wake you the past 20 minutes, it's not my fault you love your pillow more than me," I laughed at her as she ran into her closet.

I straightened the wrinkles out of my black pleated skirt and white blouse. I wore my four inch black ankle boot stilettos and as kit came out of her closet dressed I slid on the red blazer and pulled my curled hair over my shoulder.

"Mia, will you help me with my hair?" Kit asked softly, finally calmed down as she slid on her identical blazer.

I smiled and we walked into her bathroom and she sat down so I could start curling her hair. When we finished, Tori and Lori burst into the room saying that we were going to be late and Pa would drive us to school today.

We grabbed our bags, and I made sure to get my wallet that had my credit cards then we hurried down stairs to wear Pa was waiting. I smirked at him when I saw that he had a healing cut on the right side of his face from our night training and covered in bruises.

"Pa, what happened to your face?" Kit gasped as she noticed.

"Hit a tree," Pa smirked, winking at me that kit didn't see. "We need to go, or you'll be late."

As we pulled up to the school, I turned to pa and told him that we'd be going to the mall later and would need a driver so we didn't have to ride th bus then we got out of the black Chrysler. Kit made a small whimper and I squeezed her hand as we walked up the stairs to the school.

"You need to learn how to not whimper every time you are in front of people," I whispered as we walked past multiple groups of gawking students.

"This is how it will be here in Japan between school and the gatherings our people put together. Since Pa is on the council, we'll be going to many gatherings. If you don't start acting up, I may just take you to one and leave you there so you can get used to them without me."

"You wouldn't…" Kit pulled at my hand, making me look at her. We were standing in front of the school doors.

"Wouldn't I?" I growled quietly. "I don't give idol threats Kit, you need to learn. Just think of them as training. You must learn, father requires it and you only allow me to help. I can't always be the kind sister to help. If I must take certain steps then I will. I'll see you at lunch Kit." Then I pulled out of her grip and walked inside.

-Kit-

I wanted to cry, but I bit my lip and walked into the school.

'She wouldn't really do that, would she?' I wondered as I walked down the hall, keeping my eyes down as I walked to my first period. 'Mia is right and I know this, but it just isn't as easy for me to be confident and proud as it is for her. I'm afraid of practically everything and everyone. I'm a great actor though, so I guess I could just act like it doesn't bother me. Act like I do when I'm on stage during Drama, but I don't like pretending to be someone I'm not because then that's being deceitful to others. Though I guess I could act like I'm not afraid around strangers, but then be myself around my family.' I nodded my head as I made up my mind. 'Alright. I'm going to stop acting like such a scaredy cat all the time and start being brave and proud like Mia.'

"Hey Kit."

A voice behind me said and I squealed before turning around to see a girl from my class. She had long curly blonde hair to her shoulders, dark green eyes, black rimmed glasses, freckles, and was short for her age. I took a deep breath before responding to her.

"Y-Yes?"

"Hey," she smiled. "Sorry to bother you, but would you happen to have the notes from yesterday?"

She asked and I nodded. She stared at me expectantly before sighing and folding her arms in front of herself.

"Can I borrow them?" She asked and I blinked.

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, here." I said before pulling my bag from my shoulder and handing her the notes.

"Thanks." She said before walking off.

"You're welcome." I said in a small voice before zipping up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder again. I sighed before heading for class.

'So much for not being a scaredy cat.'Kera said and I inwardly groaned.

'I know, but she just caught me by surprise. Next time I talk to someone I won't be so...so...'

'Scared.' Kera offered helpfully and I nodded.

'Yeah, scared.'

I took my seat and looked out the window as the teacher started to drone on about the days lesson. I never had to worry about failing any of my classes except for math. Mia had to help me there, but in any other classes I passed without even listening to a word the teachers said.

"Ms. Miyamoto, since you seem so inclined to ignore me, why don't you come up to the board and solve this equation?"

I sighed before walking up to the board. I looked at the equation, glad it was something Mia had helped me with and quickly solved it. The teacher was so shocked that I actually knew the answer to an equation that he didn't even notice I was gone until I'd sat back down.

"Right, well. As you can see the d here is multiplied to the third power and then divided by the c4 that is then multiplied by the..."

The teacher started to explain the equation I had just solved and I looked out the window again, waiting for class to be over. My mind still racing from what Mia had said right before school.

-Mia-

(Second hour)

"Ms. Miyamoto, in this class you are required to dress down and participate with all the other students," Coach Tsuchi growled.

"Sir?" I asked confused as I leaned against the wall next to the gym doors while the other students were running around the indoor track.

"Don't make me repeat myself," he growled coming to stand in front of me.

"You're a nuisance," I growled that only he could hear me. His face turned red as he sputtered in front of me. "Whatcha going to do about it coach?" I taunted. "Going to flunk me? I could call up my father and he could make sure you're fired."

"Who the hell is your father?" he snapped.

"Matsiko Miyamoto," I smirked. "You flunk me, you'll be fired and sued for all your worth."

Coach Tsuchi's face paled and he scrambled away to scold some other kids for slacking. I smirked and looked around the gym. Every student was in a t-shirt and shorts while I was still in my uniform. When the bell rang, I picked up my bag and spun around and left the gym while everyone else went to go change.

(Third Hour)

I was excited for Music Theory class, because I'd be able to play my music on the piano and listen to it through headphones. No one would be able to hear my unfinished pieces. I wouldn't give Miss Adaline Laurent shit because one: she was an amazing teacher and two: she was French and a relative of famous artist, the human Malanie Laurent. The first day of that class, when I realized she spoke a lot of French, I raised my hand and started to talk to her in French. I became a teacher's pet, so to speak.

"Ms. Miyamoto, what is this piece? It seems so organized, but I've never seen anything like it," Miss Laurent spoke over my shoulder as she looked at my current piece I was working on. "Who wrote it?"

"I'm in the middle of writing it right now," I smiled at her.

"May I?" she held an extra set of headphones and I nodded. She plugged them into the second jack and I played it for her. "My word, I've never heard anything like it. Who inspired you for this piece?"

"All my work is inspired by my younger sister Kit," I smiled as the bell rang.

"I would very much like to meet the one who inspired your music," Miss Laurent smiled as I slid my music into my bag.

"I'll see when she is able too. Maybe sometime after school, but I don't know what her schedule is."

Miss Laurent nodded and I left the class room and headed to lunch.

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Please review! This is one part of two hopefully, there may be three i'm not sure yet. Kiteria and I don't have everything yet for TEachers and Classes yet so bear with us.