I don't want to come off as a whiny bitch or anything, but perhaps you have seen a recent Ryosaku fic by the name of The Princess of Kansai University. Yeah. WELL GUESS WHAT? THE WHOLE FRICKIN FIRST CHAPTER, AND A PART OF THE SECOND WERE COPIED FROM THIS STORY. AS IN, WORD FOR WORD! Jesus, I know it's a free country, but I thought it was just basic etiquette on this sight for people to not plagiarize. If the author had asked to use part of my text, then fine, but she didn't, and there's something extremely aggravating about watching people get nice reviews from something that they didn't write. Particularly when that something is yours. It's a really harsh blow not just to your pride, but also your will to write.

I'm sorry if this came off as immature, but that's just how I feel.

Disclaimer: I am in no way, shape, or form, in possession of ANY part of POT.

New Characters Name List, and the Seigaku regulars they resemble:

Shirogane – Tezuka, and to some extent, Ryoma

Gregory – Kikumaru

Mark – Inui

Henry – Fuji

Mack – Oishi

Benjamin – Momoshiro

Alec – Kaidoh

Hazel – Tomoka, if she was mellow and unflappable and…what the hell, Hazel's just a random character I came up with. Six illegitimate siblings, LOLs

And now, on with the story!

Soft.

That was the first thought that came to mind. Everything was so soft. The sheets covering my body felt as smooth and cool as air.

Groaning softly, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Unfortunately, despite the warm rays of sunlight soaking through the curtains, sleep still hung heavy in the air. It took a good ten minutes to haul myself into a semi-vertical position and begin to assess where I was.

Damn, this is a nice room. Almost unbidden, the events of last night rushed through my head in a whirlwind of colors and voices: Jun trying to rape me, blacking out, meeting Shirogane-sama and Mark and the rest of the guys…trying to make sense of it all was too confusing, so I focused on the one thing I was sure happened.

"Stay in here until someone comes to get you," Hazel had said.

Okay, simple enough. But when was that?

Thinking didn't seem to be getting me anywhere, what with my sleepy, stupefied state, so I decided to freshen up before the Headmaster – was that what Hazel had called him? – came to get me. Seeing as I would be staying at this Saint Augustine Academy for a while, I should try to make a good first impression. You don't get too many of those in life, after all.

First, I went into the bathroom connected to my hotel-like bedroom. Like everything else around me, it was luxurious: marble and granite counter, gleaming silver sink, pristine bathtub and shower…even the toilet looked high-class, though it wasn't plated in gold.

I had the odd feeling it was platinum.

Just go with it, I told myself. So I grabbed a fluffy white towel from under the sink, wet it, and scrubbed the last bits of stubborn grime from my face. When I finished, my face looked pink but clean. Then I took the comb that had been artfully propped next to a vase of chrysanthemums and dragged it through my charred, uneven hair. This didn't produce such a good result. Chunks of black crumbled onto my shoulders and got all over the floor. It took a good half-hour to clean up, both the tile floor and myself.

I'd just dumped the last bits of burnt hair into a trashcan when the doorbell chimed. Wait – since when did dorm rooms have doorbells? Oh, right, since Saint Augustine Academy. These kids were probably the kind who had multi-billionaire parents, private vacation islands, and enough weekly allowance to keep a family of four going for three months. Trying not to roll my eyes at the extravagance of my newfound caretakers, I answered the door.

Standing at the threshold, polished black dress shoes not quite crossing the surface, was the silver-haired boy from last night, the one Gregory and Mark had called Shirogane-sama. Despite my best attempts to remain poker-faced, my mouth opened slightly. His features were really just too striking. That didn't stop him from looking any less intimidating as he stared down at me with those sapphire eyes, as cold and hard as the stone itself.

"Um…hello?" I said meekly.

"This is your uniform," Shirogane-sama replied, tossing a bulky plastic package into my arms. Guess he wasn't one to mince with formalities. "You have ten minutes to change. The Headmaster isn't a patient person, so…" he cast a skeptical eye over my choppy, uneven hair and disheveled nightgown. Suddenly, my face felt as hot as coals.

"I – I understand. I'll be ready. Should I meet you at, at the front door?"

Shirogane-sama's response was to give a curt nod before shutting the door in my face.

As soon as I was sure he was out of earshot, I began ripping open the package. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could I just open the door without changing out of my pjs first? He probably thinks I'm even lower class than before… all thoughts disappeared as I saw the clothes that rolled out onto the floor. There were four sets. All consisted of a dark violet-silk blazer worn over a crisp white button-down shirt, topped of with a sleek, thin black tie. I let out a low whistle as I ran my fingers over the smooth, glistening fabric, marveling at the delicate silver buttons and chains that had been artfully sewn in.

Next, my gaze fell to the bottom half. Surprisingly, it wasn't the usual Japanese schoolgirl skirt. Instead, four pairs of crisp black dress pants draped themselves over my legs. It made me wonder if Shirogane-sama had gotten my, er, gender, wrong. I don't see how he could have, but…oh what they heck, Europeans probably do things differently. Right, they're big on gender equality – that's probably why.

But Hazel was wearing a skirt yesterday, a nagging voice in the back of my mind said.

I promptly squashed it with a metaphorical mental pillow.

I got dressed quickly and raced down the stairs three steps at a time. Shirogane-sama was waiting impassively by the main door when I caught up to him, red-faced and panting.

"Let's go," he said coldly, and turning and walking away.

Well, what a gentleman.

Deciding that beggars couldn't be choosers, and I was definitely a beggar, what with my supposed "amnesia" and all, I followed him without complaint. We passed by several areas that I remembered from my journey with Hazel the night before, but in the sunlight of morning, the full magnificence of Saint Augustine Academy finally struck me in the face. It really was like a fairy tale castle. Tall, pale yellow spires with slate roofs rose into the cloudless blue sky; the ground beneath our feet was cobblestoned; everywhere blooms of fragrant flowers lent their sweet innocence to the venerable stone buildings. The utter silence between Shirogane-sama and I faded away as I drank in the splendor around me. I was so wrapped up in admiring a particularly beautiful stained glass window when I suddenly bumped into Shirogane-sama's back.

"Oh, oh sorry!" I squeaked, shrinking under the dark gaze he threw back at me.

He just sighed. "Watch where you're going. We are meeting the Headmaster now, and I think it's best if you avoid doing anything stupid in his presence."

For some reason, I kind of giggled at that. Shirogane-sama gave me another sharp look.

"What?" he asked somewhat irritably.

I tried to mask my smile. "Nothing. I just thought that you're actually a pretty nice guy. Giving me advice, and stuff."

A pause. Then: "You thought wrong."

Before I had time to react to that strange statement, he motioned to the building we'd stopped at. Even among the fairy-tale structures surrounding it, this one stood out. Its walls were pure granite, and the main doors were made of gleaming chrome and glass so clear I couldn't even see any reflections in it. Shirogane-sama whipped out a plastic card, slashed it through a device attached to the wall, and the double doors slid open with a silent whoosh.

"Go inside. The Headmaster's office is the second door to your right," he said, his voice frigid as ever.

I almost didn't hear him. The sweet scent that wafted out the building interior was intoxicating: it smelled like fresh rain, like lemons and ripe peaches and red strawberries and apples and cinnamon. It made the blood in my veins thrum a little quicker with electricity. When I finally came to my senses and turned around to thank Shirogane-sama (just because he didn't have manners didn't mean I had to forget my own – no pun intended), he had disappeared. Not like, walking away into the distance, but the air around me was completely still, as if he'd never been there.

Odd, I thought to myself, but pushed it out of my mind. The tactless guy was the least of my current issues. Smoothing the front of my new uniform, which fit like a glove, I took stock of my new surroundings. I saw the door Shirogane-sama had described (it had a big plaque reading HEADMASTER, after all) and breathed a sigh of relief. At least I wouldn't be wandering around awkwardly. Grasping the heavy silver doorknocker, I let it fall with a loud clunk.

"Come in," a faint voice said.

So I did.

The Headmaster's office was…nice. It was circular and had windows covering every wall that wasn't near the door. The floor was polished hardwood, and everything seemed neat and dignified, from the towering bookcases stuffed with tomes to the aquarium of exotic fish curiously tucked into a dusty corner. It looked, as I'd expected, like something straight out of a stereotypical, posh British boarding school **cough cough Dumbledore's office cough cough**

But there was something else as well. It was like the air, so sleepy and relaxed before, had suddenly tensed into a rigid military formation. I wasn't sure I liked it.

"Are you the uh, Headmaster?" I nervously asked the person sitting in the giant office chair in the center of the room. He was swiveled towards window, so I couldn't see his face.

"Yes, I am." The voice came out high and clear, piercing my ears and making me straighten immediately. "And you are the amnesiac little girl who so opportunely washed up on my doorstep."

I'm not some fucking possession of yours. On the surface though, I simply bowed, saying, "Thank you for allowing me to stay here at your wonderful school. It truly is amazing."

As I straightened up, I heard rustling noises, and suddenly the Headmaster was standing in front of me. He was thin and tall, with just a touch of gray accenting the tips of his dark black hair. I noticed with some surprise that his cobalt-blue eyes bore an uncanny resemblance to Shirogane-sama's. Beautiful, cold, and harder than ice. But Shirogane-sama's had more light in them. Otherwise, the Headmaster looked fairly normal.

"Oh, wonderful!" he exclaimed after he'd finished a quick appraisal of me. "The uniform really suits you." Oookay, the sudden cheerfulness in his voice was strange. No, wait; stop thinking that he might be a pedophile! Stop thinking that all guys are pedophiles and rapists! "Now I'm supposed to give you a lot of blather about the glory of Saint Augustine and all that kerfuffle," the Headmaster continued, "But that's just a waste of time, isn't it. There's only two rules here: work hard, and don't kill anyone." He grinned like the Cheshire cat. "Not that you'll have to worry about the second one, eh?"

"I guess not," I said. And nobody sane should, I though privately. "So, um, as a student here, is there anything I should – "

The Headmaster cut me off. "Oh, don't worry about that. All of your living and tuition expenses will be covered. I dare say we have more than enough surplus funds. I actually wanted to discuss something else with you."

Even though Shirogane-sama had said the same thing last night, my eyes fairly popped out of my head. I'd expected to be a scholarship student or something of the like, but this was beyond belief, this generosity. The Headmaster was basically offering someone with no past like me to enter into an elite world.

"Are, are you sure?" I stammered. "I mean, thank you very much, I just didn't expect-"

"Oh I didn't say it was for free."

Gulp.

"What – what's the condition?"

The catlike grin stretched wider than ever, glowing almost maliciously in the shadows cast by teakwood furniture.

"You have to join Saint Augustine Academy's male tennis team."

haHA! I finally finished it! In less than two hours! All that pent up energy after finals was the inspiration I guess…does that even make sense? Never mind.

This chapter was quite long a bit lacking in action, as you may have noticed, but I needed to set up the characters that Sakuno will be associating with for the rest of the story. And next chapter will be awesome-sauce cause Sakuno is FINALLY MEETING UP WITH THE SEIGAKU REGULARS (and Ryoma)! *squeals in excitement*, so review review review if you want to see it up soon.