Nikaidou P.O.V

It was a normal day. I woke up, sore, because that damn doll really kicked my ass. I got ready. I ate breakfast. Drove to school. And while I was sitting at my desk, grading the papers of my pathetic students, I prayed that a catastrophic event, a nuclear explosion, or something would happen so I didn't have to dealt with my students for a single second.

So it was pretty much just a normal day in the life of a genius innovator.

"Sensei! Sensei! Can you help me with this problem?" asked a student as he threw the door open to my classroom, waving his homework around wildly, his tail wagging.

"Hello, Souma-san! I would be glad to help you! What do you need?" I ask, cheeriness dripping out of my voice. It was amazing that all the fake happiness I used wasn't ever caught.

All the people here were just so intellectually in the stone ages compared to me.

They didn't even compare to me.

I looked down at his worksheet, only to see that it was already completed.

"Souma, this is already done," I say to him innocently.

"What is going on with Ikuto? I need to know this. I am one of his best friends." he says, the boy was serious for once.

"He is okay. He doesn't want to be Amu's 'master' so she is just going to be a student here. Everything is sorted out. She just has to have time to make friends and adapt." I say, faking sympathy. Really, I hoped that brat was dead by tomorrow, but this boy didn't need to know that.

Kukai smiled in relief.

"Thanks so much! I will see you in a little bit! Have a good morning!" he said as he ran out of the classroom at a shocking speed.

How ridiculous, worrying about another person when you yourself are a freak. What in the hell happened to minding your own damn business and keeping social and personal lives separate? Do people realize how much we complain about all the stupid things in life because we mix the two? Its just so irritating and useless to everyone.

I kept grading papers, and I didn't notice her until she was standing right in front of me. There a pink haired girl stood, clad in the schools usual uniform. Her long, pink hair was wisping around as she stood there, her eyes locked with mine.

"I wont let you hurt him," she says to me. I took a deep breath in, the scent of strawberries and faint vanilla filling my sense and shocking them.

No. I shouldn't let her make my senses like that…

"Oh, are you his guard dog," I tease her.

"No, but he isn't a plaything like I was. He actually has a life and a future." she says. Oh, Amu, if only you knew what you were to me. You were more then a plaything. You were more like and obsession. That is why I had to hurt you. It was to kill my own feelings.

"Oh, dear dolly, don't you know that all these miserable beings are all my playthings. They are all the rejects. They are all unwanted. We take the trash and use it until it cant be used anymore. Then we throw it out. Or burn it. Whichever one makes you the most miserable." I sneer at her. A scowl formed on her perfect lips. Her red, kissable lips. I remember when she was nothing but formless glass. I remember seeing her as her new body was sculpted. I remember the first time I saw her….

"Don't you dare," she says, softly but threateningly.

"Make me," I say, leaning in, an evil smile on my lips.

"Amu!" yells Ikuto sharply. She gives me one last glare and walks over to him.

You just wait, and see Amu…wait and see.

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Ikuto's P.O.V

She went ahead of me, and when I walk into the classroom I see her talking to the teacher in a sharp, cold voice.

I yell her name, and she looks over at me, an odd emotion swirling through her honey orbs. She walked over to me and I sat her down next to me, in the last row. Immediately, she took out her notebook and pencil and began sketching, without showing me, of course.

I sit there and stare out the window. I wonder what freedom would be like. I wonder what it would be like to be outside these walls for just a little while. Last time I tried to run away I ended up dragging a girl to hide with me in a bush…yeah, I never tried it again after I had suffered the punishment and my bruises had healed.

I don't really know how much time passed, but when I looked up I was looking into the faces of all my friends. Nagi, Rima, Yaya, Kukai, Utau all stare anxiously at me, trying to sneek glances out of the cornor of their eyes at Amu. She looked up at them, examining them, gauging them, looking for threats. When none were found, she simply went back to her sketching.

"This, as you know, is Amu," I say as I point at Amu.

"Hello, im Yaya! Nice to meet you, Amu-chii," says Yaya.

"Im Kukai, the athletic one!" says Kukai.

"Im Utau, Ikuto's sister and that morons girlfriend." say Utau. Kukai glares at her.

"Im Nagishiko, but you can call me Nagi," says Nagi.

"Rima," said Rim.

She looked up at all of them once again. She nodded her head slowly, looking over at me for help.

"You can introduce yourself, if you want," I say. She nods slightly.

"My name is Hinamori Amu. It is a pleasure to meet-" Amu was cut off by an obnoxious red-head pushing through.

"Hello, love," says Saaya, as she bent down and kissed me. I kissed her back.

"Hey, Saaya. What's up?" I ask. She seats herself, to my disappointment, on my lap. Im actually bored of her, but I don't know how to break it to her..

She drones on for 10 minutes before she finally shuts up. It is so weird to see Amu as she watches her. Her eyes look like they are trying to find an emotion, but are coming up empty.

I watch her as I block out the noise of my annoying girlfriend.

"Who is this?" Saaya shrieks, pointing at Amu.

"This is Amu, Amu this is Saaya, my girlfriend." I say. Amu looks at me.

"Don't stare at my man!" Saaya shrieks. She is so irritating.

"Don't act like a cheap whore, then. Because all that I can possibly think is how bad I feel for him. I woner if he knows he is dating a slut, or if he is oblivious to it all." Amu replies.

"Amu!" I snap at her. Her mouth closes and she looks at me. Her eys look into mine for a second before they train themselves on the ground.

"I am sorry, miss. I am just jealous that I can t be as beautiful and rich as you," says Amu. Saaya smirks.

"Of course yor are. I am the great Saaya, the prettiest and most popular girl in the whole school." she says.

"Sure you are, you bitch," spits Utau. She hates Saaya… like seriously.

"Oh, your one to talk," she spits. Before anyting else can be said, the bell rings. Saaya kisses me once again and satashes back to her desk.

Amu stares at me the whole class period, but I ignore her. I cant look at her, when im with another.

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Amu's P.O.V

I Hate her. I Hate that girl. I Hate how she walks and talks. I Hate how she acts. I Hate what she does. I Hate her every heartbeat and breath. In my eyes, she is just a pig. I don't really know the reason. I stare at Ikuto, hoping that maybe he will look back at me, but I am mistaken.

He ignored me.

I dent know why, but it almost feels like the every 'hope' has just been torn to pieces. I don't like the feeling.

Its because you like him, right?

Yeah, I think it might be. I think I might be experiencing the feeling I heard about in a psychology book. Im jealous.

I want to kill her with an ax so bad I have to clench my fists together. To me, she is the scum of the earth. To me, she is below the level of shit.

To me, she doesn't deserve my master.

"Then who does?" my mind asks.

'Me,' I think back.

I dont think I deserve him, but at least I could hope to be able to make him as happy as he has made me.