YO, orry for the long awaited, and this is nothing to grin at its a small and uneventful chapter to tease and piss you off. I'm not gonna bore you much more- and I'm tired- so bye

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I look up at the beauty of the cherry blossoms as I rest upon one of it's trees many branches. The cool breeze of the spring air lifting the soft pink petals, a single flower falling onto my chest, rising and falling with my breathe. Panicked screams catching my ear, the annoyed sigh leaving my lips, and the dead scrambled about beneath me. Still, through the pain and agonizing screams of those around me, my lips turn up in a smile, my body knowing that the end of the beginning... was just the start of the story, that would redefine both history and destiny...

(Earlier that day...)

"Yoko! Get up!" her father raged, throwing the door to her room open, glaring at the groaning mash of blankets on his daughters bed. He fumed, stomping over to her and throwing her blanket off of her, before turning red, throwing it back on her, "Why can't you sleep in pajamas like a normal girl!"

"Because I like sleeping naked, and it was hot last night," the flame haired girl coughed.

"Whatever, get up and get dressed, you're going to be late for school," He frowned.

"I can't, I'm sick, remember?" she frowned back at him, sniffling, glancing down at the thermometer in her mouth.

Her father took the thermometer out, looking at the temperature, "Nonsense, 103 is well enough to go to school."

"Father," Yoko frowned more.

"Fine," he growled, "I'll have a maid get you medicine, then I want you out and at school, do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand," Yoko sighed, breaking into a fit of coughs.

"I'm leaving for the office," he stood, fixing his cuffs as he headed for the door, "Remember that you're going to your mother's today." He then left, closing the door behind him.

When she was sure he was gone, Yoko sat up, stretching her arms up into the air as she yawned, before smirking. She knew that her father would try to take the blanket off of her, and that he'd be too disgusted that she slept naked to really see threw her guise. She wiped her brow clear of the hot water she'd flicked on her face to make it look like she was sweating, standing up as she picked up the hot cup of water she used to heat up the thermometer. Stretching her long legs, she wet to the bathroom, dumping the water in the sink, before brushing her teeth. She quickly went back to the room, grabbing her favorite skully pillow, before leaving naked. She knew the maids would clean her room, and she'd sooner kill herself than wear the dresses her father at stocked in the room. He was constantly throwing out her manga, games, and clothes, so she learned after a week or so after her parents divorced to keep everything at her mother's. She rolled her emerald eyes. Her mother's. All it really was, was the other side of the mansion. She father Yuki Kumamoto was a well known lawyer who took his job very seriously; while her mother, Mei Kumamoto, was a famous actress-slash-pornstar- though she'd given that up, the moment her she was pregnant with her first child.

Yoko walked passed the maid that was told to bring her medicine, mentally chuckling at the sight of the maid shaking her head at her. She knew the maid wouldn't rat her out, she just thought it was funny that after years of this, she could still give Yoko a disapproving look. She went into her room on her mother's side of the mansion, taking a dead breath of relieve, grinning. "Finally, free of that maniacal asshole for a week!" She looked around the room, smiling at the black painted walls, piles of manga scattered around, the stack of video games, dating sims, and hentai games by her flat screen; vibrators strewn about, and the swarm of used condoms everywhere. "Hm, thought there was more of them in here last time," the flame-haired teen said, pushing on a used condom that was stuck to the ground, before tossing it over her shoulder and into a trash bin that was already overflowing with condoms. "Should probably take that out... eh, I'll make a maid do it." One thing Yoko didn't like was maids in her room. She didn't care if maids came and cleaned her room on her father's side, but she'd be damned if they came and ruined her system of the room on her mother's side. She cupped her bare breasts, squeezing the large orbs before sighing, "Kagemori'll be here later. Should probably clean up a bit." She got up, pulling off the sheets and blankets- but not before smirking at the massive amount of white stains on them, before tossing them into the hall for one of the maids to pickup and wash. She walked into her en suit bathroom, walking into the shower room and turned it on. She moans gently at the feel of the warm water caressing her body, a smile on her face as she relaxed.

Daisuke sat quietly. Mediating. His Shinai kendo sword lay before him. He took slow, deep breathes, his heart steady, his mind clear. In a single motion, he thrust himself off the ground, kendo sword in hand as he stuck a training pillar. Hopping back lithely on one foot, he balanced himself, his sword firmly held in both hands. Taking a step forward, his movements swift, striking the pillar four times. First the head, to disorient the opponent, he told himself as he stuck, Next the shoulder, to slacken his grip- quickly followed by the hands, to forcefully drop the weapon. Finally, sweep the legs to break the opponents balance. Finish with killing blow on grounded enemy.

His eyes filled with a surreal seriousness. He was completely zoned when he trained. Focusing on defeating the challenger that defeated him at last years tournament. "I will defeat her," he told himself, flipping his golden locks out of his eyes, striking at the pillar again and again, "I will defeat Yoko Kumamoto. I will strike her weakness. I will cripple her technique! I will grope her-!" He's face turned beet red as he started thinking about her large breasts and how sexy the girl looked in her kendo gear- but more so, the mental picture he had of striping that gear off of her, "What I wouldn't give to fondle that chest..."

"Dai, you're talking out loud again!"

Daisuke jumped, his head snapping towards the door to the school dojo, seeing his little twin sisters, Dawn and blush deepened as he say the smirk on one face and the disapproving look on the other. "So you wanna grope people, huh?" Kisa, the lecherous twin smirked, creeping up to her twin, before groping her from behind. The twin quickly stomped on her foot, earning a yelp, as she covered her chest with her arms, "KISA!"

"Why?!" Kisa shouted, holding her foot as she bounced on her good foot.

"You were touching me perversely!" Dawn chided.

"I prefer calling it 'Sisterly love'," Kisa giggled.

"I don't care if you show your 'sisterly love' behind closed doors, but NOT when people are watching!" Dawn hissed in a murmured voice.

Daisuke shook his head, heading for the locker room, I shouldn't be listening to this... He stripped off his kendo gear, putting it away neatly, before taking a quick shower, towel drying his hair and quickly pulled on his uniform, before rejoining his sisters. He proceeded to walk them to class, listening to them argue over which Pokemon season was better, Jhoto or Sinnoh, while the student body around them gushed at how cute they were. They were stopped twice. Both occasions of girls confessing their love- one an outright admittance to Daisuke, to which he turned her down- and the other by which he received a love letter.

"You better read it," Kisa told him.

"I will," the blond stated, taking his seat.

"Don't say 'I will', and then toss it in your locker with the rest!" she frowned, knowing him too well, "That poor girl put her heart and soul into taking up the courage to write that AND hand it to you personally- the least you can do is read it."

The prince sighed, running a hand through his hair, "Fine, fine, I'll read it later. For now go to your classes!"

"Sure sure," Kisa giggled. "Remember to man up and take your thong off!"

Daisuke stood, slamming his fist down, making the girls scream with laughter as they ran away. He sighed as he sat back down, getting ready for class.

"Okay, um... I seeeeee a bunny... aaaand he's eating... a... chinchilla?" a raven haired teen said from atop a cherry blossom tree, looking up at the wafting clouds in the sky.

"A bunny eating a chinchilla? Really?!" a young boy with snow white, slightly dark skin, and deep red eyes frowned, "I don't see that anywhere- are you making them up again?"

"Maybe," the older boy pouted, turning away.

The little one rolled his eyes, before grinning, looking up at the blue sky, "I see a-"

"Penis."

that's riding a-"

"Penis."

"With a-"

"Penis."

"JASON!"

"PENIS!"

The boy frowned, sitting up in the tree as he looked at the older teen.

"What- you're thinkin' it, I'm just sayin' it," Jason held up his hands in defense.

"There you are!" the familiar midnight haired Brit called, storming over to the two in the tree, "I thought I told you to go to class today!"

"You did," Jason nodded.

Piper waited a moment, before giving him an expectant look, "Well?!"

"I chose not to," Jason got comfortable, his hands behind his head as he smirked.

"Get down here and come to class!' Piper glared, "We don't have time to be wasting on relaxation!"

"Really?" Jason looked down at her, before jumping out of the tree, landing in front of her, "I thin it's the perfect time to relax. We spent at LEAST two months in that living hell. Everyone we know left us, save for a competent few. I''ll be surprised if we ever see everyone again! So for now just enjoy the view. Look at the pretty flowers, the raunchy cartoons, and go get laid!" Jason stiffened a little as he looked at Piper. Her blue eye watering slightly as she glared at him. "Piper, I..." he started, knowing he'd screwed up. She didn't give him a chance to apologize though. She stormed off, ignoring him and the boy with him as she went back to class. He sighed, wondering if he shouldn't have said that.

"You probably shouldn't have said that," the boy told him.

"Yeah, you're probably right... as always..." Jason sighs, "Later Roxas. Looks like I gotta do damage control."

"See ya later then," the white haired boy smiled, climbing off the tree, "Think I'm gonna head home anyways."

"Deuces," Jason waved, heading back into the school, looking for somewhere to hide, or something to do, while he waits for a free period to skulk back into class. While he plays with the handle of the combat knife he carries under his clothes, he hears a scream. Frowning, he runs off to see what the cause was, before the hall was flooded with students. And what he saw was both horrifying and exciting. He felt his blood boiling at the sight of flesh being ripped from bone, red painting the floor and staining the walls. But he was also glad, walking away from the scene with a smile as he pulled out his phone, not bothering to deal with the situation at hand. he wrote out a text, smirking as he slipped his phone back in his pocket, before jogging off to go get Piper.

sorry its not long, I've been too preoccupied with life and random bullshit that I keep forgetting to work on this. On top of which my skittle book is still MIA and I just finished moving yesterday and haven't found it, so its completely gone- as well a everything I wrote for this story in it. So I'll be starting from scratch again. hopefully I can get something u soon

PIECES!