A/N: AT LONG LAST! ... I stopped procrastinating and finished up this chapter xP

Chapter 10

~ True Colors Part 2 ~

It wasn't a stretch to say that the students of the main building, the students in class A were treated like royalty. During lunch break Asano invited Manami to the student council office for tea. Office might not be the right word to describe the room. It was more like a living room. There were two large, white leather couches facing each other, a glass coffee table between them, two matching arm chairs, a grand piano and other instruments across the room. There were several bookshelves, tall and filled to full capacity with books varying from photo albums to advanced textbooks to school newspapers to budget books.

Perhaps a few months ago, this place would feel like a second home to Okuda. But now, she felt a bit on edge, as she had grown accustomed to the old school building. Funny how things could change so quickly.

"So you want to know about E?" Okuda asked, setting down her cup of tea, breaking the long silence that had grown between them.

"It's alright, you don't have to really tell me anything. I'm sure it must be difficult to talk about it so soon." Asano says softly. "I was just curious, what it's like up there. You see I've never really gotten to enjoy the outdoors, my father was always too busy with work, and we don't do any excursions here in the main building."

"Ah, um, it's really, really beautiful. If you climbed to the very top of the mountain, you could see the entire area and on the way up there, you can see patches of honeysuckles growing."

Manami smiled, her eyes shined as she talked enthusiastically on and on about the place. Much to Asano's annoyance, she didn't talk about the actual class, what she had learned there or even about her classmates. But it didn't show on his face, no, he had to keep up with his friendly charade.

While that was happening...

"Nuya! Calm down Karma-kun! If you break another desk then it'll be coming out of my paycheck!" Korosensei shouted, panicking he appeared right where the now dilapidated desk was, in... the wall?

"Karma-kun! You mustn't throw your desk!" Korosensei scolded the red head while removing the pieces of the desk from the wall.

Whoosh!

"AH! NOT THE CHAIR TOO!" Korosensei grabbed the chair before it hit the window, beads of sweat pouring down his face.

Nakamura would have laughed and called Karma childish for throwing a tantrum, but considering the fact that he was about ready to murder someone other than their teacher, she would not like to provoke him. Instead, she did the right thing and calmly approached the red-head, using a gentle tone of voice.

"Karma, if you want her back, you have to go now. Make things right."

For a second, she thought he didn't hear her over Korosensei's crying, but then he nodded his head and slowly walked towards the door. He was calm, collected, and that was scary. It meant he was thinking. Plotting. Poor Asano, he had no chance of escape from the devil now.

Okuda was very bored. In her class, everyone was deathly silent, the only sound was the shuffling of paper and the sound of mechanical pencils scratching the surface of the paper. No gunfire, no whispers about assassination, and no teacher cloning himself to help two or more students at once.

Very boring indeed.

Letting out a soft sigh, Okuda stood up and took her work to the teacher before excusing herself from the classroom. Of course, she did get a few nasty looks for leaving before everyone else, but she shrugged it off. She was used to it by now.

She sighed, touching at her sleeves, mildly confused at first when she didn't find any rubber knives, but then remembered that there was no point in carrying them anymore.

"Korosensei..."

"Kayano-san could I talk to you for a minute?" Kanzaki asked quietly, closing her locker. The girls were changing into their PE clothes in the change room. Kayano glanced at the class idol warily, just about to refuse.

But now everyone was looking at them, looking at her expecting her to do the right thing: apologize to Kanzaki.

"Sure." the green haired girl nodded, following Kanzaki out of the change room into the classroom.

They were alone now, and Kanzaki let her kind, quiet act come to an end. She crossed her arms over her chest, a superior aura coming from her as she sat down at her desk.

"Kayano Kaede.. what a nice name you have." she sneered at the girl, gesturing to the desk beside her. "Sit."

Kayano narrowed her eyes at her before sitting down. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Oh.." Kanzaki chuckled. "I was watching tv the other day, and you know the most interesting drama came on."

Kayano froze up, her eyes widened in fear. It couldn't be.. could it?

"I did some extensive research. And, this is what I found." The dark haired girl removed a folder from her desk and shoved it into Kayano's hands. "Kayano Kaede is Haruna Mase and Haruna Mase is really Yukimura Akari."

Kayano looked down at the folder, seeing pictures of her from when she was born up until the present. She felt a chill go down her spine as Kanzaki was now in front of her, glaring at her, complete bloodlust filled the room.

"You really brought my chances of winning this stupid war. You should have kept your mouth shut Akari, and not interfered with my plans. I have decided to let you go with just a warning this time. Just know, that I won't hesitate to expose you if you ever pull a stunt like that again." Kanzaki said, taking the folder from her hands. "I'm the top bitch around here. And we're going to keep it like that. Ok?" All the blood lust was gone, and Kanzaki was smiling kindly down at her.

What a bitch move. Kayano kept silent, having no choice but to go along with Kanzaki, for the sake of her revenge.

A/N: ... this is going to have another part to it! Sorry :P

Next Time! : True Colors Part 3

"I love you, I'm sorry."

"I wouldn't be on your side if I didn't want you to be happy."

"I d-don't know who I am anymore."

"I knew the moment that I fell for you. It wasn't meant to be."

"Would you wait for me until I graduate?"

"If I asked you to choose me instead of her, would you?"

"You chose perfection over your own child?!"