Hello people. Sorry for the long upload time and this time I have a pretty good reason (At least in my mind). I have been attempting to be a normal High school student and put myself out there in the market for girls. After several very confusing encounters I have come to the conclusion that girls my age have yet to understand that most guys are oblivious to hints or "signs". Girls if ya like us, tell us. Simple, easy and really effective. Anywho, this chapter is really just fluff and so will be the next few chapters. Fortunately for you, I have found new inspiration during PT with the Marines in my area. So This story will not be left with such a crappy ending. And now as a result, I sincerely hope that these chapters will begin to make a lot more sense. If not Tell me what was confusing. And on that note, This chapter is a wee bit confusing because I couldn't really decide how old to make Chifuyu for this chapter. So in this story, Ichika, Tristian and the girls are seventeen and Chifuyu is twenty six. So enjoy and Many Many thanks for putting up with my massive case of writer's block and I hope you enjoy and can't for the reviews.

Houki pov

Houki stalked the halls of the academy. It's been over a month since Tristian had gone on a rampage and nearly killed himself against the mysterious man. She was confused beyond words; how did that man know Tristian, Why was Tristian seemingly hell-bent on killing Ms. Orimura and how in hell did he learn the three most deadliest sword techniques in the world. These three things will be pulled out of Ms. Orimura or her Latino friend.

She walked up to the infirmary door and threw it open. As usual the Latino chick was sitting next to Tristian's bandaged wrapped body. He had yet to come out of the coma even if his body had healed at an excessive rate. The woman looked up at her with black eyes. she wore a thin t-shirt and tight jeans; that emphasized every curve on her body.

Houki stood on the opposite side of the bed and leaned over till her face was inches from the woman's.

"You will explain what happened and who that was!"

The only thing she got in return was an amused snort and a hair flip. Completely infuriated, Houki reached over Tristian's bed, grabbed the woman's shirt and dragged her to her side. Houki got even closer to the woman's face; enough to kiss her.

"You will tell me."

A smug smirk slowly spread on that perfect face and Houki fought the desire to punch her in the face.

"And why is that?" that enchanting voice mocked Houki's very being.

"That's enough Jasmine. No need to torture the girl." Ms. Orimura's voice chided as she walked into the room. Over the past month, Houki had noticed the bags under Ms. Orimura's eyes as she looked caringly at Tristian's prone body. She had pushed everyone in the class harder and longer and overall ran herself in to the ground more so than anyone else.

"We're telling them anyway."

Houki's eyes widened as Ms. Orimura walked out of the room and the woman, jasmine smiled at Houki as she left as well. What was this!? After avoiding this very subject for a month and now they suddenly decide that Houki and the others get to know?! This just angered her more. Houki bolted after them and when she caught up; they were in front of a conference room. Laura, Cecilia, Charlotte, Ichika, Tatenashi, and Rin were already there waiting impatiently.

Ms. Orimura opened the door and motioned for them to enter. The girls and Ichika filed in silently and occupied the seats closest to the door while Jasmine and Ms. Orimura were on the opposite side of the room. For several seconds there was nothing but tense, awkward silence until Ms. Orimura finally spoke.

"What do you want to know?"

Before Houki could speak, Ichika shot to his feet, "How do you know that bastard!?"

Jasmine glared at Ichika and made to stand up but Ms. Orimura held her. Houki was mildly annoyed at Ichika speaking out before her but it was a valid question and she too wanted to know the answer. Houki stared at Ms. Orimura contemplated on what to say. She took a deep breath and began to speak.

Begin flashback

Chifuyu age: 19

Chifuyu was walking back home from the dojo. The Mondo Grosso was a goal that was now in sight. Maybe a year or more of training and she'd feel ready. The sun had long since set and once again, Ichika had to take care of himself. Chifuyu felt horrible that he had be alone every night since she got sponsored as Japan's Representative Candidate.

She walked down the road in silence, thinking about how she could make it up when someone called out for her.

"Miss! Would you like to buy a new cellular device?"

A hooded man stood at an alleyway and Chifuyu could see a devious smirk on his face. Chifuyu sighed; there has been several scams lately and the police had yet to catch up. She considered if she should do a public service. Deciding against it, Chifuyu ignored him and tried to walk past him, but the man grabbed her wrist.

"Ma'am, you should really consider this purchase. It could be a good one."

Chifuyu shoot the man an annoyed look which the man completely ignored. The man's smile didn't go away as he began to pull her to the alleyway. Chifuyu stepped towards the man and latched her free hand on to his wrist, crushing the bones painfully.

"Let me go." She ordered. The man cried out and let go instantly. Chifuyu was already walking away before he could spout apologizes. She continued on her normal path home when something caught her eye. On a playground across the street at the playground; the swings and other toys were moving with one constant blur connecting them. Chifuyu stopped to stare at what was happening. It took her a second to figure out why there was some brown haired kid running around the playground.

Chifuyu was impressed that this young boy was moving at a speed that most people couldn't achieve in their lifetime. She crossed the street and watched as the boy ran. Chifuyu noted all the stances and the way he moved. He did everything right and yet he looked so frustrated. After maybe ten minutes, the boy stopped by the swings. He was panting hard and the shirt he was wearing was drenched in sweat.

"You shouldn't work yourself to hard." She said and the boy spun around with a hard look in his purple eyes. He took several steps back to put much more distance between them. Chifuyu gave the boy a critical eye as a slight breeze blew her hair into her eyes; blocking her view for a mere second.

("You're saying you met him as he attacked you" Houki furrowed her brow in anger. Ichika was interrupting a story. His sister's no less! Show some respect idiot.)

Chifuyu bent effortlessly to evade the attack. The boy, to her surprise, used his forward momentum to roll mid-air and brought his heel down like a hammer to her collarbone. She grunted as he used his other foot to launch himself a distance away. Chifuyu rubbed the area between her shoulder and neck gently. The kid had an unusual amount of strength and the technique to use it in a devastating way.

Chifuyu grinned. This kid presents an unusual sight; a boy about Ichika's age was fighting on a skill level that was hard to come by. Yet those eyes were oddly familiar; she could've sworn she has seen that hard look somewhere. Suddenly she remembered. Maybe a year or so ago, at the international junior kendo competition, the other finalist had her wrist broken when she tried a very complicated technique. The medics were almost on her when a brown haired, purple eyed kid appeared out of nowhere and stopped them with a single glare.

"You were with Jasmine, last year, weren't you?"

The boy's hard look instantly shifted into one of confusion. He lowered his arms a fraction of inch as he looked her up and down then let his arms fall limp by his side.

"I appreciate you letting Jasmine accept her defeat with dignity."

Chifuyu watched the boy walk away with a regal stance. He disappeared into the shadows and a new voice spoke out that brought Chifuyu to the same place as those eyes did.

"I hope he didn't bug you too much."

Chifuyu turned around to see the Latino girl walking up to her. Chifuyu noted the flashy black dress, the perfectly done make-up and the guy waiting by the car not too far up the street.

Chifuyu genuinely smiled at the girl, "No, Not at all. He an interesting child for sure but sweet in a way."

The girl chuckled softly, "Just as a warning, He's going to try to kill you for the rest of your life."

Chifuyu cocked an eyebrow at the strange declaration.

"And why is that?"

"Cause you're stronger than him. And there's only person he tolerates as the strongest is not you."

Chifuyu let loose a soft chuckle herself, "And how should I take this?"

The answer was immediate and completely heartfelt.

"As a compliment. He recognizes the fact that he can't beat you and will train until he can beat you. You're now someone's goal, Chifuyu Orimura, be glad and teach him what you can."

Chifuyu watched the girl; Jasmine the boy had called her, with a confused look. That made no sense at all. Little did she know how much that boy would be a part of her life in so many different ways.

End Flashback

Houki pondered the details of the story she'd just heard. It makes almost ironical sense that those two meet in a fight. Given how good at it they both are. Houki had watched Ichika's face throughout the story and other than his one outburst had remained silent with an angry face.

"How many times did he attempt to kill you?" Laura asked with a barely repressed look of anger in her eyes. Chifuyu and Jasmine looked at each other and shared a soft chuckle before answering.

"I lost count a long time ago but if you want the exact number you'd have to ask him yourself when he wakes."

Houki noticed that this had no desirable on Ichika. His face turned a deep shade of red as his anger increased. He clenched and unclenched his left hand several times before sitting down.

"How many more stories are there about him."

"Many." Chifuyu responded.

"Tell me them all."

Tristian's pov

Tristian was swinging his legs over the edge of the bed before his eyes were full open. His hand were undoing the bandages around his head as he took stock of the room he was in. he noted that he was in the Academy's infirmary and the more important fact was that his gauntlets were on the night table. Almost as a second nature, Tristian slipped them on and clicked the metal arm part close. His visor was around his eyes and he did a systems check.

Tristian noticed something was wrong immediately. He couldn't sense Shadou. He did a check on the black box and saw the IS armor and second shift was gone; leaving only his sword and his spears with only a message as an explanation.

Dear Tristian,

I took the liberty of erasing the conscious known as Shadou and left you with all you need to become even stronger. Have fun, enjoy your new freedom and say hi to Houki for me

-Tabane Shinonono

Tristian sighed and smiled at the same time. Once again, he had finished a tough chapter in his life.

"Now," he thought as he summoned his sword, "Time to find an even tougher one."

Tristian left the infirmary in only bandages and quickly returned with his tanned face blushing profusely as he scoured the room for some pants.

-PS I'm looking for another OC to be the main enemy for the new plot. Please send me whatever you want and I'll decide which one I think fits what I have in mind best. Thank you once again and much love

-Darkuriel