Little Classroom of the Elite story I came up with focusing on Ayanōkoji, his mysterious past - and a certain person who has entered his life. I hope you like.

Disclaimer: I don't own Classroom of the Elite.

The sun was sinking over Advanced Nurturing High School, indicating the end of a long difficult day for the students. Having just completed the last of their classes, the pupils were now free to spend the evening how they wished. Some were retiring to their dormitories while others were grouping up to hang out together. Whatever they chose to do for the remainder of the day, they were have to be cautious when it came to using up their points.

One student was all by himself in the school grounds. He was sitting alone on one of the benches, observing the students who walked by.

As always, the expression on Kiyotaka Ayanōkoji's face gave nothing away. There was no emotion in his golden-coloured eyes as he watched his schoolmates going about their business. He was used to being ignored and having no one to spend their time with him.

He didn't mind if his school mates didn't see him as their friend.

After all, he only ever viewed his peers as his tools.

If any of the pupils walking nearby knew what was going through the head of the lone boy they were passing, they would have been completely mortified.

Ayanōkoji closed his golden eyes, thinking back to his childhood that had shaped him up into the sort of person he had become.

"Get up, Kiyotaka! Get up now!"

Wearily, Ayanōkoji opened his eyes, finding himself once again surrounded by the blinding walls of the White Room.

He shuddered at the sound of the voice which had snapped at him. He knew only too well the strict, aggressive tones of his father. The small boy tried to keep his cool as he struggled to his hands and knees, attempting to lift himself off the floor.

"I gave you an order, Kiyotaka!" his father bellowed impatiently. "Do it now!"

"I heard you, Father..." The seven-year old answered in a tiny voice. "I'm getting up like you wanted..."

"You're not fast enough!" The head of the Wjite Room clipped his young son around the head. "The world won't come to a stop just for you to take your time! You've gotta be quick on your feet to make it through the life ahead of you."

Ayanōkoji managed to pick himself up to stand before his father. He rubbed the spot where he had been struck around the head, but gave off no emotion from the pain delivered to him.

"You are to carry out the trail ahead of you!"

"Another trial?" The small boy repeated in disbelief over his father's orders. "But I've already done six hard trials today, Father..."

"And the one's you are expected to complete by the end of the day will be just as tough!" The head of the White Room's eyes narrowed. "Don't think for a minute, boy, that I'm going to let you have it easy and give you special treatment just because you're my son!"

Ayanōkoji nodded. He had become accoustmed to his father putting him through such daunting and exhausting tasks. He had hardly shown his son any signs of love in the White Room, let alone favouritism over the other young subjects.

It was at that moment when he noticed several of the other children who were being raised in the lab with him. He narrowed his eyes to get a closer look at them. It was clear they had been through the same trails he was going through. The states they were in was a clear sign of that. All of the other youngsters looked as exhausted as he did. A few of them were clearly very unwell - and one of them appeared on the brink of death.

"Go on, Kiyotaka!" his father demanded. "Get to your trail zone!"

"But, Father..." Ayanōkoji raised a small hand to point to the other children. "Those other kids don't look so good..."

"And you'll be looking even worse if you don't do the task I've set you!"

"But..." Unfazed by the threat his aggressive father had made towards him, Ayanōkoji observed the children who had been put through the traumatic experience he was to go through. "Some of those kids look really sick - and one of them looks like he's not gonna make it-"

"ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU'RE FEELING COMPASSION?!"

Ayanōkoji jumped upon hearing his father yelling at him. How taken aback he was by the sudden shouting was the most emotion he had shown in a long time. He peered up with a gaping jaw at the head of the White Room. The ruthless man looked like he could explode as he glared down at his young son.

"N-No, Father, I was just-"

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU?" The man reached down to grab the front of his child's white shirt. "WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU, BOY?!"

Even with his parent gripping his attire and screaming in his face, Ayanōkoji attempted to keep calm. Realising he was expected to answer the question being hollered at him, he let out in a tiny voice the words his father had been endlessly hammering into his small head.

"People are tools..."

"Right!" The head of the White Room let go of his young son, still frowning down at him. "The only way you should think towards your fellow people, son, is how you can use them for your own gain! You will not get by in life with compassion and consideration for others! Your only thing to focus on is to come out on top - and the way to get there is to use the people you come across! Making friends and sharing care for others will not get you to your goal! In this game of life, you are out to win! If you have to use other people to be able to win, so be it!"

Ayanōkoji nodded. He had heard this lecture from his brutal father time and time again. He didn't need reminding that he was expected to use his peers for his own advantage - should he survive the trials of the White Room and make it out alive.

"I understand, Father!"

"Good! Now put away those useless thoughts you spared for those equally useless kids!" The head of the White Room glanced towards the exhausted, ill children - who were about to be disposed, having proven they were not worthy of being kept alive. "You're gonna need your brain, son, to make it through these next trials ahead of you..."

Raising a weary arm, Ayanōkoji saluted to his father. He turned and began to make his way towards where the hazardous trials of the White Room were. The young child took a deep breath, preparing to go through his sixth one that day - with no idea of whether he would survive.

"Remember what I taught you, Kiyotaka, people are tools!" his father called after him. "Whoever you come across in life, you use them for your own gain! You take advantage of them, then dispose of them when you're done with them! You are not to have any compassion for any of them! Not one!"

"Ayanōkoji?"

The young man was snapped out of his memories of his traumatic childhood. His ears perked up upon hearing someone addressing him from nearby. Recognising the soft voice which had said his name, he turned to face who it belonged to - surprised to see her coming to speak to him.

"Sakura?"

Airi Sakura was standing beside the bench. A look of concern was on the shy red-haired girl's face. She gazed towards Ayanōkoji, her blue eyes filled with concern behind her glasses.

"Are you alright?" she asked quietly.

"Am I alright?" Ayanōkoji stared at the meek girl with the same expressionless look. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"I couldn't help noticing you sitting here all by yourself." Sakura sat down on the bench next to the brunette. "You looked like you had something on your mind. I was worried about you."

Ayanōkoji gazed down at the short redhead. He was astonished to learn that she had come over to him just to ensure he was okay. It was no secret how timid Sakura was. Since starting at the school, she had always chosen to stay in the background and not engage with others. He wondered why a girl so reserved as her would go out of her way to check on him of all people.

"Thanks, Sakura," he said. "It's okay, though. It's not anything you can help with."

"I don't believe that - I fully intend to help you in any way I can." A sweet smile found its way onto Sakura's face. She directed it towards the boy as she took her hand in his. "I'm here for you, Ayanōkoji - just as you have been there for me."

Ayanōkoji's eyes widened. He was stunned by the words that the shy girl was saying to him - as well as feeling his hand being held in her own.

"It wouldn't be right for me not to help you. Not after all the support and advice you've given me, not to mention how you saved me from that stalker..." Sakura blushed, remembering the terrifying experience she had been through with the school's electronics store clerk - which Ayanōkoji had rescued her from. "You've never failed to help me without even being asked - so let me know if there's any way I can help you..."

As he listened to Sakura's offer, Ayanōkoji was reminded of just how kind and generous this young girl was. Underneath her timid exterior was her enormous heart. She had no motive whatsoever for trying to support him - just as he had no malicious intention to use her, in spite of what his father had tried to teach him as a child.

"Thank you, Sakura. I really do appreciate that. You're really awesome, y'know."

Moved by words which Ayanōkoji used to compliment her and express his thanks, Sakura felt her cheeks heat up as they turned as red as her hair. She smiled humbly at the boy she was willing to assist. She would always be grateful for him entering her life, giving her much care and protection - as well as saving her life.

"I'd better go now..." The bashful former idol raised a hand. "I'll see you later, Ayanōkoji."

"Sure. See you, Sakura." Ayanōkoji waved in return. "Thanks for all the kindness and support you showed me."

Still blushing, the redhead held her smile. She continued to wave to Ayanōkoji as she left him behind at the bench. Her eyes remained fixed to him through her glasses before she reluctantly averted her gaze as she headed back to her dormitory.

Sakura was detirmined to keep her cell phone fully charged and at close hand all through the night. If Ayanōkoji were to make a call to her, she would be ready to speak to him and give him all the help he needed.

Now all by himself at the bench again, Ayanōkoji lowered his hands. The kind words which Sakura had said to him whirled round and round inside his head. He still had the image of the wonderful smile on her innocent face. It made such a great contrast to the merciless glare his father had always given him as a child.

I don't care what you've taught me, Father - this is the one person I am not going to use! Ayanōkoji thought, clenching his hands into fists. I will not take advantage of someone so pure and willing to help me.

Detirmination filled Ayanōkoji's golden eyes. He thought of all the care and selflessness Sakura had just shown him. It would be wrong for him to use her in the way his father had wanted him to make use of his peers.

Airi Sakura is not my tool, Father! Kiyotaka Ayanōkoji thought. She's my friend!

Thanks for reading. I'm sorry if this was awful! ^^;

Have a good day!