Trowa walked yet again through the crowded streets towards the school. The pain from the non life of his had dimmed a bit more like a dull constant ache rather than the sharp stabbing pains that it used to come in. How would this day turnout he wondered.

The bell rang Trowa sighed and handed in his assignment for math class... The teacher looked up as he came towards her desk "Trowa would you stay after class for a second I'd like to have a word with you." What did I do now Trowa thought as the class shot curious glances at him, they had learned very quickly not to stare for Trowa could stare back a stare that could make any normal person squirm.

"Trowa, Trowa Barton!" Uh oh he had been caught day dreaming again. "Trowa It s a wonder you can daydreaming and still pass with flying colors! Anyways I have been looking over your work and it seem s these projects are a little simple for you."

Trowa nodded.

"I thought maybe you would be more happy in an older class"

Trowa shrugged.

"Well I kneed an answer from you..."

"Well I guess so," Trowa murmured.

"Ok I'll make some arrangements and I'll get you a test to see where you should be at."

Trowa stood up.

"Oh and Mr. Barton" she added.

Trowa turned.

"Sleeping in class might work now but at a higher level you might not get off so easily!"

"In another class I might have something to learn!" Trowa shot back and then left.

Trowa was sitting at a lunch table in the corner trying to remember what a simile was for his English paper that he hadn't finished the night before.

"Hi!"

Trowa looked up it was the blond girl from the night before. He twitched his mouth at her as if in the form of the start of a forced smile as a greeting and went back to his work.

"What Ya working on?" She asked sitting down across from him.

"Work," came the answer.

She sighed and put her chin on her hands.

He looked up "Ok English work."

She sat quietly, "You kneed some help?"

"Not unless you know some of the stupidest definitions in the history of mankind. "

She smiled " What one?"

" Similes, Metaphors..."

"English, language," She rolled her eyes "What s the question."

" Here" Trowa pushed his book towards her

She took it and turned it around, She looked at the book and a smile started to come over her face. "Most of us learned this stuff a couple years ago, where are you from. Or better yet what grade are you in?"

"10 in English" Trowa muttered

"Oh you don t look that young did you fail."

"I'm 17 but I've never failed"

"Oh, I m 17 too maybe I'm in some of your classes."

It was at that point that another girl came over to the table. "Hey Mi what's up? And who is this?" She said cheerily, she had brown hair up in a ponytail and, jeans and a tee on.

"Hey! This is... um," she turned to Trowa " I don t know you re name!"

Trowa opened his mouth but at that point the bell rang and everyone stated to shuffle around. He stared to get up, " I have no name, but if you must call me some thing call me Trowa, Trowa Barton,"

No name? The girl thought Nunashi could that be him? But at that point she was sucked into the crowd and she saw one last glance of Trowa skill fully weaving through the other teens the opposite way.

Mina (Mi) thought quickly I have to find him... but it has to weight till after class.