Tale of a Mistake

Based off the manga Dragonball by Toriyama Akira

Story by ayamari no Goshi

Hey, it's Ayamari no Goshi here. I just wanted to introduce you to my partner in crime, kodoku no oujo, who wrote this chapter. I've known her since middle school and she's been my editor, co-writer, and collaborator since I started this project. She was also the first person who got to read it... back when it sucked (that was a long time ago).

I view oujo as an exceeding good writer and I hope you share my opinion. If you have time, go look up her other works, only make sure you CHECK the SUMMERY! She's a little more risqué than I am.

Okay, I'm done now. Enjoy!

((Seven years later….))

The whole room was bubbling with excitement.

When I said "bubbling with an excitement," I may be overreacting. But it's the only term I could come up with that could express how annoyed I was with my fellow classmates. And all over what? Some annoying new "super hero" that randomly showed up in town coincidentally after a paired of golden haired "warriors" arrive on the scene of Herculopolis.

Oh shit. Sorry. I forgot to explain a few things, didn't I? I'm a bad narrator. Here I am rambling on like you know exactly what happening. Damn it. Better start off with who I am.

My name is Reishi and I'm a student at Orange Star high school in the busy city of Herculopolis, named after its savior, Hercule-sama. And as even though my ego would never allow me to admit it out loud, I'm just an average, if not less than, girl. There's not one single thing that I can think of that would make me stand out from the rest of the crowd. I would say that my blonde hair would let me stand out somewhat, if it wasn't for the fact that as of late, super human blondes have been popping up quiet recently, making my only somewhat memorable quality pale in comparison.

Not like it bothered me.

I was above that.

At least that was the way that portrayed myself. And I had worked damn hard to make that image for myself for my peers to believe that. To them I was too good to waste my time with their small and insignificant interest and hobbies, so I went out of my way to purposely not join any after school clubs. They were a waste of time anyways. To them I was too pretty (almost border lining the approachable level), so I chose to surround myself with other beautiful people, my so called "friends." Others who thought along the same lines that I did. I guess it was good to be surrounded by other like one's self. At least I wasn't alone. And finally I was seen as the type of person who did not care about school and homework. Thinking such things, for someone like me, were just a waste of time, so I stopped caring about my grades and hope of attending college, much to my mother disappointment. Oh well, she had my older sister. She was the perfect child. Not me.

I guess you could say that I molded myself after other's perception of me… And you would be right on the dot with that conclusion.

But I saw nothing wrong with that. It was how I had lived most of my life. I hardly remembered what I used to be like. It had been so long since I had actually acted on my own accord.

But again… It wasn't like I cared. Because I was still above that.

And now onto why my classmates were excited.

Apparently there had been some crazy man proclaiming to being a super hero appear in Herculopolis last night. And all my fellow students were abuzz with questions about the mysterious new cape-wearing psycho.

I, on the other hand, was too tired to listen to their constant chatting amongst themselves. I was not tired because I happened to have stayed up most of the night while my television just happened to be fixed on the news channel with nothing but report of the stupid man dressed in a spandex jumpsuit. All of that was just a coincidence. I just happened to have a bad spell of insomnia last night.

At least that's what I kept telling myself as everyone else around insisted on talking about the masked super hero.

To be honest I would have rather had those idiots talk about those two golden warriors that had appeared in town a handful of times at most. At least they were somewhat interesting to hear about. Because they were one of the few things that I remembered from my childhood, back when I was actually Reishi and not just the person everyone thought Reishi was.

I remember seeing people like that during the live broadcast of the Cell Games. I believe that was seven years ago or so. Yes that's it. That was when Hercule-sama had made a name for himself and become the world's savior.

I could care less.

Back then, when the television stations had all been focused on the fight that would decide the fate of humanity, my attention was sully captivation by the odd group of people standing some distance away from Hercule. They were different from regular humans; that much I know for sure. And I think it became obvious when one of them went up against Cell.

I can't remember his name, or if the spiky blonde-haired man's name had even been mentioned during the entirety of the fight, but all I know is that he had been the single most amazing person my young eyes had ever seen. I was so very disappointed when I had finally heard that Hercule was the one to stop Cell instead of those odd blonde warriors.

But that was long ago, and not one of the people currently around me knew of my old obsession. And it was better that way. For that would destroy my image that I had worked so hard to create.

It would mean that I actually cared about something.

There was another reason why everyone was so excited. It was because of the new transfer student that had arrived yesterday.

Son Gohan.

There was supposed to be another to arrive yesterday (his sibling, I believe), but the other had never shown up to class. The other Son kid must be a fucking genius then. Realizing that this place was not worth their time.

But new students always made my fellow classmates excited, especially if they were not from Herculopolis. I think I heard Erasa shout out something about the East 439 region, but I'm sure that bimbo had to be mistaken. That was hours away! No way a guy could commute that far of a distance. Maybe that was his old home and she merely got it wrong. It wouldn't surprise me.

The new student wasn't here yet. And so, everyone freely talked about him. My friends included.

"You'd think that we'd be at least, like, lucky enough to get an interesting new student around here." Kozoe chimed in as she drawled out her sentence in her supposed boredom, while doing nothing to stop that stupid Nagoya accent(1) from slipping out of her mouth. I would tell her to shut up, but I was far too tired to pick my head off my desk to bother with it.

"Oh right. You girls skipped out on gym yesterday, didn't you?" Kisuke said, acting as if he knew everything, like usual. I would have snapped back at him with a comment on how retarded his bleached and spiked haired look, but once again I was too tired. "The little freak jump, I swear, thirty feet into the air."

"You're exaggerating." Yuki said, her voice laced with her doubt. I don't blame her. Kisuke was full of it. "It couldn't have been more than ten. Anything else is just physically impossible and that's even stretching it." For how smart and rational Yuki was most of the time, I had to wonder why she hung out with the rest of these losers and fakes that I called my friends. She could obviously find others closer to her intellect.

"No he's not!" Touji chimed in, ready to back up his best friend Kisuke. "I saw it with my own eyes. I was out in the outfield with him when he did it!" And now I remembered Yuki's reasons for hanging with us. Her "secret" crush. Gods. No one could possibility tell she liked him with the way she hung on his every word and stared at the guy constantly. She was very discrete.

Being with these people, sarcasm became a second language to me.

"Shut the Hell up, Touji!" I finally yelled from my seat, never moving my face off of the desk and thus making my voice slightly muffled. "I'm trying to sleep here!"

"Someone partied too hard last night?" Kozoe asked. I swear I've never heard a more annoying voice than hers.

"Mff." was my only reply as I tried to let sleep claim me once again.

"Eh? You went partying without us, Reishi?" Kisuke whined as he leaned closer, invading the area around me that at one point in my life had been known as my personal space. I guess I just got use to people being so close to me that I just didn't care anymore.

"I didn't go partying." I mumbled, just hoping that they would let me sleep. Though knowing my friends, they wouldn't.

"I bet she got some." Kozoe said with a sly grin spreading across her face. She knew just how to annoy me. "That's, like, probably why she's so tried." As her and Yuki giggled, she nudged me with her elbow and had I been more awake and alert I might have at least shoved her back. Her bony elbows really hurt when they dug in between my ribs.

"You fucked someone last night too?" I could hear the jealousy and anger in Kisuke's voice and I just couldn't make myself care enough to defend myself from Kozoe's little assumptions or to even try to console Kisuke. I could be a party girl. I could be a whore. They could come up with anything they wanted, because nothing they said bothered me. It just all added to that image I made for myself. Like adding fuel to the fire.

That's so sick. But then again, I wasn't supposed to care, right?

"Hey, there's the new kid!" Kozoe said ever so inconspicuously as Son Gohan walked into the classroom, making Kisuke cease in his whining about what I had been doing last night. I lifted my head slightly to watch the boy walk over to take his seat next to Erasa, Videl and Sharpner. I let out a sigh of frustration as he began to nervously chat with Erasa. Videl seemed to always be staring over at the kid and Sharpner added in a few words of his own probably to assert his masculinity. My lips formed into a pout when I saw Gohan laughed nervously along with them as Sharpner probably just made a joke about him.

They looked… happy.

I wondered if other groups of friends actually acted civil with each other instead of hanging around with each other of out convenience or if it was just something that kids outside of the city did.

Reluctantly, I took my eyes away from the new kid, not wanting to look at him interact with other people any longer, and tried to let my tired eyes get the sleep that they so desperately craved. But as fate would have it, I would not be able to do so.

Suddenly the room quieted down somewhat, mostly like because the teacher had just walked in, and my curiosity got the better of me and forced my tired eyes to peek open for a second. My gaze locked onto his ancient suit and bowtie (the stupid suit was such an eyesore) right as the old man cleared his throat in order to silence the classroom. I jerked by body up right to avoid getting in trouble, but I sat up a little too fast and almost fell back over due to the sudden dizziness that had come over me. I steady myself and ignored Kozoe's annoying snicker. I swear one day I'm going to punch that fake orange tan right off her smug face. Or at least I'll day dream about doing that.

"Come on in." the teacher called out into the hallway. "Class I want you to meet our other new student. She was unable to attend yesterday along with her brother Son Gohan-kun."

I wasn't prepared for what walked through the classroom door.

The person could have passed for Son Gohan's clone let alone his sibling! And I was pretty sure that yesterday both the teacher and Gohan had both said something about an older sister, not a brother. It might have been my half delirious state, but I was sure that this person standing in the front of the class looked more masculine than Gohan (the nerdy ones always give off that weak and girly feel).

The teacher looked as if he had just whispered something to the new student, which was mostly him trying to get it (I'm currently deciding this new student's gender) to introduce itself. After a few seconds it turned to face the class and finally spoke. "My name is Son Goshi," it said as it glared around the room, its eyes cold and its body language giving off an impression that this Goshi would rather be anywhere else on Earth than in this classroom. I couldn't blame it. This place sucked.

"Take an empty seat." The teacher quickly told Goshi before it walked up reluctantly to its brother and sat in the seat next to him. It looked like Erasa tried to start up a conversation with it all while Gohan answered nervously for his sibling, considering Goshi choose to rather look out the window instead of pay attention to the girl.

I believe it must have been a lack of sleep that cause me to do it, because I usually have more control over myself and my actions, but I could not stop the words that slipped from my mouth.

"Are you a boy or a girl?"

I must have asked the question rather loudly for the entire room went deadly silent, including the teacher who was in the middle of taking roll. The other students burst out laughing at my question and I quickly went along with them for acting like I meant to ask the question would fit into my image.

Goshi seemed to have known that I was the one who asked that embarrassing question for she slowly turned her head around so that her dark eyes could glare at me. My trained smirk almost slipped from my face when Goshi turned her back around so that it could gaze yet again out the window, completely ignoring me like I was nothing compared her… just a slight annoyance.

I was not going to stand for that.

"Everyone quiet down this instant!" The teacher yelled before he resumed roll call.

I felt a pat on my back and few hushed laughs closing in around me as I continued to stare dumbfounded at the very first person to ever just brush me off like that. "Way to go, Reishi!" Kozoe said as she nudged my side with her boney elbow once again.

"Oh man that was priceless!" Kisuke chuckled under his breath as he tried to keep his voice down.

"She looked kind of pissed at you, Reishi." Yuki said a little nervously. "And she seems a little more… wild than her brother. What if she attacks you or something for embarrassing her on her fist day of school?" Sometimes I really hoped that Yuki would get a new crush other than Touji. She cared too much to hanging around these other idiots who enjoyed nothing more than finding reasons why they were better than everyone else. Maybe on our last day of our final year I'll tell her.

"Like she'd have the balls to pick a fight with Reishi." Kisuke crudely replied back. "Everyone knows that if you cross Reishi they'll deal with me and Tou here." I barely paid attention to Kisuke punch Touji's arms harder than he really should have, causing the other to shove him back equally as hard in weird playful manner that the manly men I hung around often took without each as they both tried to assert their masculinity.

Still a little dazed from being ignored so easily, I just sort of let my mouth run away with me again. "I'm not so sure that she doesn't." I half mumbled, unaware that it would break my friends from their previous focus and listen in of what I had to say.

"Like, what do you mean by that?" Kozoe asked. It was obvious that she was missing the point, along with the other three people around me.

"Balls. I'm not entirely convinced it's a girl." I casually replied back, trying my hardest to keep my voice down to a whisper less I attract Goshi's or the teacher's attention once again. I do stand to not draw attention to myself twice within the same five minutes.

"So… you weren't just, like, joking around when you asked her that?" Kozoe pushed further, almost as if she was enjoying herself as she tried to break my image down. Like she could do that. I couldn't even do that.

"You're such a dumb piece of shit." I sighed.

"Hey!"

The idiot let her voice lift up from the whispers that we had been using with one another into a high pitched shriek and I could feel myself developing a headache. "Quiet down all of you! I mean it!" the teacher roared, causing the idiotic girl beside me to sink down further into her seat as an annoying pout sprouted onto her orange-ish face. She sent me a glare, but then left the matter alone. The way she turned away from me in her embarrassment made Kisuke and Touji chuckle like morons. True I probably didn't need to insult her like that, but my limit was wearing thin today. Hopefully I could get through the rest of the day and avoid lashing out at my "friends" and stupid comments.

To make sure of that, I decided to stop talking completely and let myself get some sleep that I wish I had gotten last night.

…

I remember waking to a beeping sound. I half thought that I was back home and that my alarm was trying to pull me from my peaceful slumber. It was only when the beeping stopped of its own accord that I realized that it couldn't have been my alarm clock. Slowly I opened my eyes to see a frantic Videl running out of the classroom, bidding the elderly woman behind the front desk (classes must have changed while I slept) before she disappeared from sight.

Needless to say the two new students were very confused at the sudden outburst from girl and why she was able to leave the classroom so freely. I notice Erasa explained what was going on to both Gohan and Goshi, but considering that nothing out of the ordinary (for Orange Star high school, at least) was going on, I decided to let my eyes shut again. I don't think I was even out for more than an hour or so before Videl's watch woke me. So I was definitely going to need to sleep at least until lunch to be even half coherent.

As I laid my head back down upon the smooth surface of the desk and let my tired eyes, which undoubtedly were going to have bags under them if I continued to avoid sleep, close once again and let out a soft sigh. And I would have been content to just fall right back asleep had it not been the second interruption to my nap that came up, I swear, no more than a minute later.

"EXCUSE ME…!" a loud frantic shout came from somewhere in front of me, causing my eyes to snap open and my body to practically fall out of my chair from the rude awakening. "MAY I GO TO THE RESTROOM?" When I steady myself and my heartbeat I realized that the person who had shouted was Son Gohan and that I had not been the only one pulled from the peace and quiet of the classroom and practically scared stiff.

Before the teacher could really say anything, the boy was up and out of his seat and running toward the only exit out of the room. I could help but momentarily wondered how badly that kid must have to go in order to for him to run to desperately out of the classroom.

I sighed out of frustration and let my head rest back down on my arms, hoping that this time I would be able to sleep for more than a minute without being woken up so abruptly. I remember before I closed my eyes for good that Goshi was staring toward the classroom door wearing an expression that was an odd mixture of embarrassment and disgust. I brushed it off as nothing but siblings being ashamed by one another and closed my eyes tightly (because maybe if I closed my eyes tight enough, nothing would wake me up this time) and drifted back to sleep.

Luck was not on my side today.

"YOU GOTTA EAT MORE FIBER, MAN!" some yelled some time later. I was thankful that I did not jump out of my seat this time and just settled for grumbling to myself as my, more than likely, bloodshot eyes glared at a random spot on the wall and cursed every god I knew of for my horrid luck and lack of sleep.

I was never watching the news again. No matter what kind of spandex wearing freak was on it.

…

Lunch could not have come any sooner. I was steadily leading myself into a progressively bad mood, considering my attempts to sleep through class had been a bust which left me with the only option of actually staying awake. As soon as the bell for the lunch break rang I immediately shoved Kisuke out of his chair, making him practically collapse on the ground beside his seat.

"What the Hell, Reishi?" he asked, annoyance showing as he lowered his voice somewhat.

"Go pick me up some melon bread and a juice box before everything is gone." I ordered. At the very least I hoping that something good to eat would lighten my spirits somewhat.

Melon bread would hopefully do just that.

"Does this mean that we'll just be eating in the classroom today?" Touji asked as he watched Kisuke begrudgingly pick himself off of the floor, not bothering to help in the least.

"Un. It's too hot outside today. I'd rather stay in the nice air conditioned building." I replied back as I lazily watched my four friends walk out of the classroom so that they could try and get there quickly enough to get the good bread before it was all taken.

I suddenly realized that most of the class had left the room, mostly taking advantage of the nice weather and chose to eat their lunches outside. Well if they wanted to go be hot and sweaty, they could be my guest. I didn't want to risk my very pale and delicate skin getting sunburn nor did I really feel like sweating to any degree.

Picking my feet up and placing them on the desk in front of me, I leant back in my seat and relished in the calm and quiet of the classroom. It was the first moment of peace that I had really had all morning, so I was going to enjoy it.

A soft sigh slip passed my lips as I felt myself nod off a little.

I was pulled from the silence by a soft rustling sound, like someone was quieting shifting around some objects, that was coming from somewhere in front of me. I opened my blue eyes and scanned the classroom to see the new student Son Goshi sitting at her desk near the window, eating her very own packed lunch.

Well, two things from this sight shocked me. One: Goshi wasn't joining the other students outside. Two: people actually still brought homemade lunches to school?

With my curiosity peaked, I rose from my seat and slowly approached Goshi, whom to me seemed the type that was kind of anti-social. I stopped when my feet carried me all the way to her seat and stared down at the open lunch box, trying to hide the surprise that I was sure was evident in my eyes. I lost track of how long I actually stared at Goshi's lunch, but apparently it was just long enough for its owner to finally acknowledge my presence by glaring up at me.

I quickly noticed that she seemed to ooze irritation at my presence.

"What are you doing?" it asked reluctantly, almost as if by speaking to me Goshi feared that I would never leave her alone again.

"Why are you still here?"

Okay. Maybe I could have made that sound a little less rude, but I've stopped caring how things I say sound to other people.

But considering the glare that Goshi sent my way made think twice about the next time I opened my mouth. It wasn't that it was intimidating or anything. I mean I still didn't know what gender Goshi truly was. How could I be scared of a genderless freak that amazingly still packs its own lunch like the kids in primary school and junior high?

"Excuse me?" Shit. Did that angry tone in her voice mean that she was going to hit me? Fighting someone in an empty classroom didn't seem like a smart idea on my part especially. Well… Kisuke and the others would be back soon enough.

I hoped.

Well just in case maybe I should think a little before I spoke up next.

"I mean, why are you still in the classroom." I explained, hoping it was lessen her obvious annoyance toward me. It seemed to work a little, though I could tell that she would much rather have me leave like the rest of the student to go enjoy the sun, just as I would have her do the same. Huh. A similarity. That's kind of interesting.

"I can eat in the classroom if I want. Students are not limited to one room during their lunch period." Geez. Goshi talked so formally and polite, even with the annoyed tone and still growl of anger that her voice held. Would it seriously kill it to talk like the teenager it was? Even Goshi's brother seemed less uptight then it. And that was something considering Gohan also had that weird politeness about him that was borderline annoying.

"But it's nice outside." My blue eyes wandered to glance outside the large window that took up most of the wall. "Everyone goes outside when there's nice weather."

"I'm fine here, thank you."

I huffed. Goshi was more stubborn than… than… well, ME!

"Besides, if it's so nice outside why aren't you outside as well?" Damn it! Even her questions irritated me with their obvious arrogant tone to them and the polite speech pattern she used. If things kept up like this I might be the one to hit Goshi, instead of the other way around. Though, considering its body type and the fact that there's a chance it might be male had me thinking that getting into a fist fight with Goshi would end up very badly for me. And personally physically pain was not something that I fancied.

So like with everything else in life that I wanted to avoid, I decided to change the subject to possible both save my skin from Goshi's wrath and to avoid telling her that my skin is only capable of being as white as snow or as red as a lobster. "You actually make your own lunch?" I asked letting my gaze move from the window over to the practically empty lunch box. Huh. I could have sworn that was full when I started talking to Goshi. No one could eat that quickly.

I think.

I heard Goshi groan. Obviously her last statement had been more rhetorical rather than an actual question and it was not inviting more conversation between the two of us. Not that I could blame her. I mean, she probably thought that I was only interested in humiliating her after that incident this morning during homeroom period. But then again, lots of people get that feeling whenever I talk to them since I've just sort of grown accustomed to letting whatever was on my mind out instead of filtering out some of the more inappropriate thoughts out.

"What's the big deal about a homemade lunch?" Goshi asked, the defensive edge to its voice coming back.

"Well no one packs their own lunch anymore. Everyone in Orange Star usually buys something from the cafeteria instead." Speaking of lunch was making me really hungry. After I finished speaking by eyes fluttered toward the classroom door, hoping that Kisuke and the others would walk through that door with my bread soon.

"Sorry, but I'm not like everyone else." Goshi replied back.

"Obviously." I sighed.

It was only after the words had left my mouth that I realized that I had probably offended Goshi with my laid back tone and how I was so quick to agree with the fact that it was different from the rest of the student body. I glanced over to judge her expression, but before I could tell if my last comment had made her angrier or not the classroom door flung open and revealed my friends with their lunches and my own.

"…" They stared at the two of us for a second before they finally muster up the courage to speak at the odd scene before them. "OI!" Kisuke shouted out as he started to stalk forward, his face scrunched up in anger. "What are you doing with Reishi?"

Wow. He really thinks that Goshi looks like it's going to hurt me? Hmm. Well maybe it might. I have been irritating Goshi all throughout lunch period, so I wouldn't put it pass the new student to want to hurt me. I'm sure most of the student body does, but does nothing about it considering the muscled company I keep.

It was then I noticed the lake of voices around me. I was surprised to notice that Goshi had yet to reply back to Kisuke's demand and instead chose to remain silent, minding her own business as it tried to ignore the new intruders into the classroom. But when I thought about it for a second, I wasn't that surprised. I mean, Goshi had tried for a good five minutes to ignore me, giving me the silent treatment as it tried to pretend that it did not care that I was stand right there, so I was sure that Goshi could withstand my friends for a few minutes at least before it gave a response.

But obviously Kisuke wasn't going to give her the chance to ignore him.

"If you looking for trouble freak, you've got it." He replied as he walked up to where Goshi and I were standing. Great. He was going to make a scene.

"Do you have to let your masculinity get the best of you all the time?" Kozoe asked as she bit into a sandwich that she must have gotten from the cafeteria. Shit. I was getting really hungry. I just wanted to go eat, but Kisuke had to go and start something with the new student. Of course. That idiot.

"Where's my lunch?" I asked, tired of other people talking when I was more hungry than anything else at the time. I was glad that Kisuke would rather focus on me than some new student that he felt would turn out to be nothing more than a freak and a nerd. Well, I couldn't blame him for the nerd part. I mean Goshi's brother was really smart so why shouldn't his sister, or so they say, be any different.

"Right here." Yuki said as she held out a piece of bread and began walking over to where I was. I meet her half way and ripped open the plastic covering the bread ad quickly bit into it, only to find that they hadn't gotten me the melon bread I wanted. Shit. The cafeteria must have run out of melon bread early today and they were stuck with picking from the leftovers. I should have just gone there myself. Kisuke and the others must have taken their sweet time in getting down to the cafeteria. If they had gone there right away like I wanted them to, then I would have had my melon bread right now.

"This isn't the bread I wanted." I grumbled after I swallowed the piece of bread in my mouth.

"Sorry they were out." She said, seeming to actual care that I was unhappy. I guess I could be nicer to the one person in this group that might actual be a good human being.

"Thanks." It wasn't much but it was a leap for me. And I think Yuki noticed it, since her eyes grew wider after I offered her my thanks, even if it was kind of half-assed.

"You're… You're welcome." She said back a little shock. I was glad to see that the other three had not notice the momentary break in my image, but it was only because the three of them had taken it upon themselves to hassle Goshi since they had it in their minds that she was the one bothering me instead of the other way around.

I sighed as I took another bit out of my bread. They were going to get it if they kept this up any longer and I didn't feel like getting in the line of fire. If they wanted to be on Goshi's bad side then I would let them. I would let this go on at least until I was finished with my lunch before I had enough of them torturing the new student and got bored.

"You're, like, supposed to be Gohan's older sister, right?" Kozoe drawled on with a smirk on her lips as lean against the desk space beside Goshi's seat. "You sure don't look like any girl I know."

Hearing Kozoe say that I felt the urge to speak up yet again and was too late to stop my mouth before it ran off without my knowledge. "Oh yeah. You never did answer my question." I said before I took another small bite out of my lunch. I suddenly saw every pair of eyes turn toward me as if they all had absolutely no clue as to what I was talking about. Swallowing the piece of bread in my mouth I got ready to explain myself. "You know. The question during homeroom. Are you a boy or a girl?"

Probably not the best time to bring that up but I was honestly curious.

My friends busted out laughing, seemingly unable to contain their fits of laughter from my question. Even Yuki seemed to be slightly amused about my bold question. But her smiled disappeared when her eyes looked over at Goshi and was instead replaced by a look of fear. Curious, like always, I tore my eyes away from Yuki as my mouth hovered over my bread, ready to take another bite out of my lunch, and let my blue eyes settle on the glare that Goshi was sending my way. My mouth never hit the piece of bread for I was sure that my entire body freeze as I locked eyes with the furious raven-haired person sitting no more than ten feet from where I stood. Okay. I could have gotten away with saying that Goshi wasn't scary… up until now.

The tension was broken when suddenly my eyes barely caught a glimpse of something flashing around the room before some of the lights above our heads short circuited and crackled. I heard Yuki and Kozoe scream from the sudden flash before some of the plastic casing that surrounded the artificial lighting started to break and shattered down upon and around us.

At that point scream even ripped from my own throat at the feel of small shards of plastic raining down on my head. My arms flung up over my head instinctually and felt my body being shoved toward the classroom door, most likely by either Touji or Kisuke considering the hand on my back felt larger than what a woman's hand felt like.

While Kozoe and Yuki were still screaming as the five of us ran from the room and hopefully to the safety of the hall, I turned my attention back to the area where Goshi was sitting. My eyes widen in shock and surprise when I noticed that Goshi had not move a muscle during the entire commotion with the lights. I could not help but stare back at Goshi until the very last second that I possible could before I was pushed out of the classroom completely. She hadn't moved. Everyone else had freaked out and run away from the falling plastic, but Goshi remained immobile and calm through it all. It… was the oddest thing that I had ever seen in my entire life. More disturbing than the Cell creature from seven years ago. Stranger than watching a man in spandex running around the city.

That's when I knew that Goshi was different somehow. I'm not even sure why that thought crossed my mind as the memory of her calmly sitting in her seat as the lighting flashed and sparked and the plastic covering shattered into millions of pieces, but it did. And no matter how the thought came into my mind, I knew that my curiosity would never be satisfied until I understood exactly what had happened and why Goshi refused to move.

I had to know.

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(1) Nagoya accent is the equivalence of our Valley girl accent. Think… Paris Hilton speech. Minus the "That's hot" after every sentence XD.