Yay, finally got around to uploading this.

This is the last filler chapter for a while. Next chapter is going to be GOOD. *wiggles fingers* OOHHH, SCARY.

Anyway, enjoy.


Waka stared at his paper, his mind completely blank. In ten minutes, he was going to meet up with Kurosa. The excuse was that he was meeting up with Kiromaru to help study for the essay. The real reason was because Waka wanted to learn why Kiromaru was dressing up.

"Can I go early?" Waka fidgeted with his pencil.

"No."

"But I have NO ideas for the essay." Waka stared at the blank assignment. "Nope... Nothing's coming to me."

Sugawara sighed and shook his head. "Fine. Make sure you bring your history b-"

Waka sprang up, stuffed everything into his backpack, and took off.

"...ook."

Finally out of the house, Waka slowed down. Kiromaru was waiting outside. "You're late."

"I thought you said 12:30."

Kiromaru chuckled. "Today's Saturday. I had nothing to- Hey..." Kiromaru yanked Waka's arm closer to her, making him wince, and examined it. "Where'd you get the bruise from?"

"I... fell."

"That must've been a big fall, because you have bruises and scratches all over your arms. And face." Kiromaru poked Waka's chest. "So, I don't think you're telling the truth."

Waka sheepishly smiled. "I'll explain more... once you tell me what I want to know."

"Ok, then. Deal. Let's go somewhere secret..." Kiromaru thought for a bit. "Let's go... to the Abandoned Rebellion Headquarters. Grab a suit."


"Wow."

The Abandoned Rebellion Headquarters was as scary as scary gets. Rumors had it that the malevolent spirit of Kani still resided here. The thought made Waka shiver. Another thought that made him shiver was the fact that the place was outside the Capitol Dome. It hadn't been before, but once the Rebellion Massacre played out, the dome was retracted a bit and the Abandoned Rebellion Headquarters was pushed outside the dome.

"You scared, Waka?" Kiromaru had noticed the shiver.

"No.," Waka lied. "I was thinking of how Kani died..." Waka started to drift into history. Kani, who had pinned herself up against a wall, had several Tao Troopers surrounding her. They swarmed, like a pack of wild animals about to get their first fresh kill in months. Kani fell, without mercy, just for her body to be dragged away by the same Tao Troopers...

"Look! The rocking chair!"

Waka leapt away as fast as possible, slightly drifting, and knocking down a couple of antiques while he was at it. They floated for a bit before hitting the rug with a "thud", and then bouncing back into the air. Kiromaru snickered, and then put the antiques back on the shelf. "Ha! Gotcha! Actually, this place is pretty safe." She sat down in one of the chairs. "I come here a lot to talk to Kani."

Waka took a step back. "W-What? Kani?"

"Yeah, though I don't think she'll talk to a guy with the likes of you." Kiromaru snickered again. Waka fumed.

"Speaking of guys, why are you dressing up as one?"

Kiromaru leaned back in the chair, crossing her legs. "It's so I can fit in."

"There are girls at the school."

"Haven't you noticed that your classes are mostly filled with guys? The few girls that are there pay A LOT of money to get in. My foster parents dressed me up as a boy to save yen." Kiromaru sighed. "Waka, there's a lot more to the government then meets the eye..."

Waka sat down. "The Student Exchange didn't pay for it?"

Kiromaru shook her head. "We had to pay a fee. The girls were more expensive than the boys."

"Well, you succeeded in tricking us all. Good job."

Kiromaru huffed, and then chuckled. Waka flipped the light switch, but no lights came on.

"The Capitol won't send power here."

"That's stupid."

"No one lives here. Besides, it's cut off from the Dome." Kiromaru grabbed a flashlight, and opened a door that lead to a basement. "Follow."

Waka cautiously followed Kiromaru. What he saw in the basement left him speechless.

First off, Kiromaru had turned on a generator, and the lights were on. Second... it was the biggest underground basement in the Moon Tribe. There were several rooms, a bathroom, and a dining room. "People lived here?"

"Yes; all of them were a part of the Rebellion. Every morning, every member of the Rebellion would come to this dining room and eat breakfast together... What side are you on in the essay?"

"For. Father is a good source of information."

"Lucky. I have Against. I don't see how anyone could hate the Rebellion."

Waka sat down in one of that chairs. It slightly creaked underneath him. "You seem to know a lot of the Rebellion."

"My parents were a part of the Rebellion, that's why."

"Seriously?"

Kiromaru looked away. "I was born just a few months before the Massacre. Oh, my real name is Kurosa."

Waka, at that moment, realized that he was looking at one of the only survivors of the Massacre.

"My godbrother, Kiku, took me far away from his place as fast as possible once he found out about the fight." Kurosa forced a laugh. "He was only four at the time." She sat down in front of Waka. "So, now it's your turn. Explain those bruises."

Waka really wanted to sink under the table. He almost did. "Uhh... Well..." Waka felt his face go red. "I got into a fight."

Kurosa burst out laughing. "You? I would've never expected you to get into a fight."

"Hey! I'm capable of fighting."

"You were on the losing end, weren't you?"

Waka nodded, muttering a "yeah".

"And let me guess- You fought one of Sugari's gang members?"

Waka nodded again. "Sugari himself."

"Oho. You're lucky to only have bruises."

Someone's stomach growled. Waka then proceeded to fully slide under the table.

"D-Don't worry, I packed food." Waka scrambled up stairs, hitting his body several times on the walls due to lack-of-gravity and traction. He was back into the dark, eerie living room. Shivers went down Waka's spine. If this place was full of old ghosts, he didn't want to meet one. He quickly grabbed his backpack and scrambled back down the stairs, hitting himself again. Kurosa noted Waka's actions and she had to laugh.

Waka pulled a couple of sandwiches from his backpack. He offered one to Kurosa, who turned it down.

"No one turns down Father's sandwiches."

"I'm not-" Kurosa's stomach growled.

"Just... take it."

Kurosa took it, opened up the wrappings, and hesitantly bit into it.

"It's good," she said after slowly chewing the bite.

"Tell that to Father."

When Kurosa bit into it again, she hesitated before swallowing.

"Why are you so cautious?" Waka asked, slightly suspicious.

"No one's been this kind to me. That's another reason why I pretend to be a boy." She sighed.

"Well." Waka unwrapped his sandwich. "You don't have to dress up around me. Eat up."


They got back in the Capitol around 5:57; just three minutes before the main gates closed and the code was needed.

"Well, you'll have to go in; I have to go back."

"Right... You live in Shen."

"See you at school tomorrow? As Kiromaru, of course."

Waka nodded.

As he walked through the gates, with the gates closing behind him, he reviewed his notes. They had exchanged information anyway, and Waka knew his would be the best essay in his class of idiots. The Test results would show nothing, and Waka was certain that his life would go back to normal.

The next turn of events would alter those thoughts forever.