A/N: I have neglected this fic again and I'm sorry, but hopefully this will stave off the rabid readers and thanks for being patient with me. And here we go!

Assembly

"Hey Shel do you know where my- oh wait never mind I found 'em!" Michaela's disembodied voice called from the closet.

"Did you seriously lose your uniform pants again?" Rashel asked putting another binder into her shoulder bag.

Mic hopped out of the closet shimmying the black pants up her legs, "Shut up! You lost your iPod just yesterday and where did you find it?"

Rashel didn't answer, she had indeed been frantically looking for her "missing" iPod yesterday, after a fruitless three hour search around the house she had gone to her room pissed off and tired; only to find the damn thing where she had left it… on the charger… next to her bed. In an attempt to hide her slight humiliation she went into the adjoining bathroom where Vivian was brushing her hair. "Exactly! We all do it; Viv and I just… do it more often." Michaela paused. "And that sounded so much dirtier than it actually was."

Vivian chuckled and rolled her eyes then tossed the brush to Michaela, while Rashel hid her smile behind her toothbrush. "Speaking of iPods where is mine?" Vivian asked.

"It's on the dresser, next to that crystal carousel horse." Shel answered.

"And your headphones are on the bed." Michaela added tugging on a snarl with the brush.

"You're going to go bald if you keep ripping through those knots." Rashel commented dryly.

Mic sent her a dark look, "Fuck you. You hardly have to brush your hair when it's in those braids! Lucky…"

"Bitch please; you wouldn't have to work so hard if ya combed it after you got out of the shower, before bed!"

"I do comb it! In the shower, while I'm rinsing the conditioner out!"

"And it's still this matted?"

"YES!"

"Well then have Vivian braid it before we go to sleep, but we're late, so just come here and I'll get that's rats nest you call hair under control."

Michaela grumbled like an angry Rottweiler but did as asked, after a few quick strokes in certain spots the knot was untangled and Mics hair was up in a loose ponytail bun. "Thanks, now let's get going, you remember how to get there right?"

Viv was already plugged into her tunes and waiting at the door all three bags in her hands. "Not well enough to get us there on time, we should just have Maurice take us."

Michaela sighed she missed being out on her bike, and Shel knew it, but it really couldn't be helped. Until they knew their surroundings better they couldn't just take off on their motorcycles… which frustrated the hell out of all of them. "I smell food." Michaela was scenting the air like a starving animal as she ran down the stairs following the smell.

Rashel rolled her eyes then nudged Vivian who still had her headphones in. "Huh? What? What is it? And where did Micci go?"

"Oblivious as ever I see. Mic is at present, following her nose and stomach. Big surprise…"

Viv laughed, "That's mean Shel, besides she gets grumpy if she doesn't eat in the morning."

"You mean grumpier than usual?" Shel quipped eyebrow raised a sly half grin on her features.

"Touché."

Vivian and Rashel smiled, Michaela was a renowned grump in the morning without a healthy dose of coffee and breakfast, for she was a bit of a beast when she first wakes up. "Eh screw it these stairs are taking too long time to slide."

"Yes!" Viv exclaimed and did a double fist pump in the air.

Shel let her go first; she was always so excited to slide down the gigantic banister. Although she did have to admit it was fun and was a small adrenalin rush to get her blood pumping. Note to self: find an amusement park close by. As fun as sliding down the rail was, it was nothing compared to a speeding roller coaster. "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Vivian squealed as she flew down.

Rashel shook her head and sighed her sister was such a dork sometimes… well all of them were really, but they rarely showed how goofy they could be in front of others. Rashel guessed it to be a defense mechanism, Viv because her dad could be a bit of an asshole and judged her harshly when she acted spacy. Michaela was just nervous around strangers, but who could blame her she used to walk through some seriously dangerous places just to get the bus stop. However Shel was just a private person; she didn't like showing her true colors to people, and that rule applied to even Viv and Michaela at first.

"Here steal a bite before she comes down!" Michaela urged.

"No! She doesn't like peanut butter."

"So? What does that have to do with you?"

"She can't stand the smell of it and avoids me when I have it on my breath. So I just have it when she's not around… Or has a cold whichever works."

"What are you doing trying to feed her my least favorite food on the planet?" Rashel asked when she finally got to the front door.

Michaela was eating one of her favorite breakfast foods a peanut butter and fluff sandwich on toasted waffles. Rashel shuddered at the scent of the vile peanut paste, how could they both love that disgusting stuff? "You just ruined those waffles…"

"I beg to differ." Mic countered taking a large bite.

"Beg all you want but peanut butter is still gross."

"Speak for yourself!"

"I am actually."

Michaela glared over her sandwich, "Just get in the damn car."

"Not if you're still eating that I'm not!" Rashel planted her feet and glowered back.

No way was she going to get into a car with that putrid smell. Mic rolled her eyes in irritation, swinging her bag forward she reached in and pulled out a sleeve of Thin Mints. "Not even for these?"

Shels eyes narrowed to angry slits. Damn her for knowing my weakness! "Fine… but you stay away from me until that peanut breath is gone. Got it?"

Grinning triumphantly Mic tossed her the cookies. "As you wish."

"Screw you…"

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"Are you sure about this?" Vivian asked nervously fidgeting.

"No… but it'll be fine I promise." Rashel said giving her sisters hand a comforting squeeze.

"Ok here goes nothing, ready Mic?"

She audibly gulped but nodded her affirmation. "I'd like to formally introduce you all to your new classmates. Blake Vivian, Fletcher Michaela, and Quinton Rashel!" Principle Souh announced loudly.

Steeling themselves the girls walked out onto the stage, the whole student body and faculty applauded politely. They were only supposed to stand there while the Principle rambled on about other things, but they had another idea. "Excuse us Sir, but we wish to make an announcement of our own."

He looked mildly annoyed at the interruption but nodded and stepped away from the podium. "Thank you," she made a small bow to Souh-san before she faced the microphone. "I am Rashel and we'd like to say thank you for accepting us here at this school. I know it may be unusual but just bear with us."

Michaela went back to the side of the stage and grabbed her violin, and some other instruments. Vivian and Rashel picked up their own instruments and moved the microphone so Viv could sing. Taking a deep breath Michaela started to play, it was an appropriate song for this occasion. It spoke for them of how they had to learn to live without the ones they loved and lost, and that how in coming to this new country it just might be the best place to start anew.

There's a place for us,
Somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere.

There's a time for us,
Some day a time for us,
Time together with time spare,
Time to learn, time to care,
Some day!

Somewhere.
We'll find a new way of living,
We'll find a way of forgiving
Somewhere . . .

There's a place for us,
A time and place for us.
Hold my hand and we're halfway there.
Hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow,
Someday,
Somewhere!

When the last note finally echoed away in the auditorium the room was silent, then exploded with applause. With a deep bow to the audience the three girls walked off stage and practically collapsed behind the curtain. "I have never been so terrified in my life." Michaela sighed finally taking a full two lungs worth of air.

"Same here." Vivian said, her knees the consistency of Jell-O.

Rashel slumped to the floor and let her muscles finally relax, it was nerve racking to be sure, but hopefully their plan had worked. "Nice job Ladies." Kyoya-senpai murmured quietly from behind them.

"Gah! Do you Japanese always sneak up on people?" Vivian queried from behind Michaela's back.

Shel rolled her eyes, Viv was such a fraidy-cat. "I apologize," he bowed, but his tone was anything but apologetic.

"You think that will work to get guests to come to the club?" Michaela asked, a white knuckled grip on her violin.

"I believe so. I already spread the news that you were playing for the Hosts, after that performance I'm sure they will come in droves to hear you." Kyoya said scribbling on his ever present clipboard.

Shel gave a small half grin from her seat on the ground and looked up to the ceiling. "And so it begins."

A/A: Ta-da! Hope you like it and leave a review please!