After the usual scrumptious meal, Fuuko went to her room, ready to retire for the day. Of course, throughout dinner, she had said all of the usual farewell speech with a light heart. After all, Raiha will be with her parents. So as long as she goes by the rules, even if the rules kill her, no harm will be done to her parents.

At last, she had reached her room. Kurei was right, her stuff is already arranged in all their proper place. Even her underwear was tucked properly in a drawer. She changed to her normal pajamas, went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, jumped on the bed and drifted to an easy sleep.

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By saicho_18

May 26, 2002

The next morning, her mother waked Fuuko up. She stumbled into her room, saying cheerful little things as she urged her daughter to dress up and get ready for school. Fuuko, because it was still early, grudgingly, obliged.

Mother and daughter walked down to the dining room together. Fuuko was really surprised at her mother's memory because not once, I repeat, not once did they get lost throughout their walk.

In the Dining Room, Fuuko's father engaged in what seemed like an interesting conversation with Kurei was the sight that met them both.

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By saicho_18

May 27, 2002

"Good morning everyone!" Fuuko's mother exclaimed happily. Why though, Fuuko wasn't sure why. "Well, Fuuko, as you know, today is our departure, right?"

Fuuko nodded as she took a seat in the huge dining table.

"Well, I just wanted to say goodbye and I hope you have a nice stay here at Kurei's" her mother said. Fuuko didn't like the tone of her voice; it was like she was getting at something. Of course, Fuuko knew what the thing she is getting at. She wanted her daughter to have a good time with her fiancé and possibly fall for him.

Fuuko could only nod and give her a forced smile. She didn't even dare look at Kurei right now. She already knew what the git had on his face.

The rest of their breakfast was only filled with their silly good-byes, among other things. After the breakfast, Fuuko went up back to her room and gathered her school stuff and freshened herself up. After doing so, she went outside of the house where she was met by two limousines, one Kurei-clad in a dark blue uniform, a Raiha and a Neon Who were both wearing civilian clothes for once, two new male faces and Mr. and Mrs. Kirisawa.

After saying their final good-byes, the two parties boarded the two stretched limousines and Fuuko soon found herself sitting across Kurei in one of the luxurious cars. They sat opposite each other, Fuuko looking at the tinted window to see the scenery quickly changing from large trees to stone houses. She didn't want to look at Kurei since she knew that he was wearing his all too irritating grin. After a good deal of ten minutes, the dusty road was replaced by smooth pavement. The limousine went up to what looked like a bridge made above the road full of cars below. After a few kilometers of smooth driving, the traffic up the long bridge was very, very light, they stopped to pay the toll. After the tollgate, it was smooth driving once again. About forty-five minutes later, she found herself looking at familiar roads, and that was when it hit her, they were nearing the school. Ten minutes later, the limousine stopped in front of her school, half full of students.

She opened the door and was about to step out when suddenly; Kurei's hand shot out and grabbed her arm.

Fuuko looked at the arm questioningly and then she looked at Kurei. "What?" she asked, in a tone far less harsh than that she had intended.

"Fuuko, remember to behave," was the only response she got from Kurei.

"I know that already, idiot." Fuuko said, eyes, a little agitated at Kurei. "What do you think I am? Dumb?"

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By saicho_18

May 29, 2002

Kurei eased his grip on Fuuko's hand and with a smirk, had let her go completely.

Fuuko was somewhat baffled at Kurei's behavior. She wanted to voice out a 'what no insults today? Are you sure you're all right?' but thought better of it. If Kurei didn't want an argument today, she was only too happy to oblige. She stepped out of the car, straightened her uniform up and made her way through the crowd.

Fuuko heard the limousine drive off behind her. She didn't look back, but she did release a sigh.

As she walked through the long path of the school, curious glances and whispers from both boys and girls met her in her school. She shrugged them off and just ignored them until she got to her classroom. If they wanted to say or ask her something, they would have to do so personally. Fuuko laughed at her notion. Nobody, as in nobody, would want to talk to Fuuko Kirisawa. Well, there is the exception of the Hokage Team, but they don't actually count. After all, all they do is fight anyway.

Sliding the door, for once, without a smile on her face, Fuuko stepped into their classroom. The same went inside the classroom. Everybody stopped whatever it was they were doing to look and stare at Fuuko's movements. She just gave them all a glare and all the starers resumed to whatever they were busy before.

Fuuko sat down on her chair and laid down her belongings on top of her desk. She laid her head down on her desktop. She still could get a nap because she still had a good fifteen minutes left, that is of course, if she's lucky.

But unfortunately, luck wasn't on her side that particular day. Not even two minutes passed when suddenly, a small group of girls were crowding around her chair.

"Wow!"

"Is it true, Fuuko-san?"

"That you went to school in a limousine?"

"Is it true? Is it true?"

Fuuko just gave them a lopsided grin and nodded. Little did she know how wrong that move was.

The people around her started squealing. She silently bid farewell to her nap.

"That was soooooooo cool, Fuuko-san!"

"Yeah, I mean, what happened?"

"Did you win the lottery or something?"

"Well, that would explain why you were absent for two days!"

"Yes, Fuuko-san won the lottery and took a day off to claim her price! And she used yesterday to go shopping!"

That was when Fuuko lost it. She had to stop this immediately; or else she would have to convince the whole school that there was no jackpot price in her pockets. If she didn't stop this, that information will spread like wildfire and everyone would be sticking to her like glue for free lunches and stuff.

"No, no, there was no winnings of any sort," she started. "Really, there was no--"

"Oh, how could you do this, Fuuko?" asked one of her classmates. "I can't believe you could be so selfish!"

A chorus of 'yeah's were heard throughout the small group.

Selfish? How dare they accuse Fuuko of being selfish? She stood up and slammed her hands on the desktop. "Now listen here," she started, shouting. The group fell silent at once. Of course none of them wanted an irate Fuuko in their hands, now would they. "First of all, there was no lottery jackpot! Second, me arriving in here in a limo is actually, believe it or not, none of your business so lay off!!"

Of course, everybody, being the good little boys and girls not to mention the cowards that they are, followed Fuuko's earnest request.

Fuuko sat back down to her chair and laid her head on the desktop bothered by no one. But she still received a lot of weird glances from her classmates. She just shrugged them off and overlooked them. They can think whatever they want to think as long as they don't bother her and spread wild rumors.

A few minutes later, the bell rung and their teacher arrived. Class went on smoothly. A few teachers asked why she wasn't present for two days and Fuuko answered them with the half-truth of the whole situation. She told her teachers that she went to pick up her parents who arrived from America and decided to spend a day with them before they took off for Tibet. She conveniently left the part of her being engaged with Kurei, the man who almost killed her twice, out. The teachers asked no questions either because they believe her or just because they didn't really care.

Classes went on like it should. As usual, classes were boring. But even so, Fuuko still listened intently and took down notes now that she had a somewhat meaning in life. Lunch came and Fuuko went to the cafeteria for a while, got a sandwich and a canned iced tea, and headed for the usual shade that she always hung-out in. She did this for two reasons, one, she did not want to be disturbed and wanted to think in peace; two, she was avoiding her teammates.

As much as she hated to admit it, Fuuko knew she couldn't very well confide in her friends. Well, at least for her parent's sake, anyway.

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By saicho_18

May 31, 2002

She ate in peace for a few minutes until she heard a few weird noises a few steps away from her.

"Fuuuuukkkooooo!!!!" someone had shouted through the crowd. A very huge sweat drop appeared on the side of her head. No prize guessing who that could be. Before Fuuko could run away, Domon Ishijima had already made his way through the crowd and was approaching Fuuko's tree. From the direction he was coming from, Fuuko could only guess that he came from the rooftop. What puzzles Fuuko a bit is the fact that Domon was alone. Where was her other teammates?

"Fuuko, my darling!" said Domon with tears welling in his eyes. "I missed you soooooo much! Why were you absent for the past two days?"

Fuuko opened her mouth to speak but a rustling noise from above her was heard.

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By saicho_18

June 1, 2002

"Dumb oaf," Recca said to no one in particular as he jumped off of the tree branch of the same tree that Fuuko was just sitting at a few moments before. "Domon, I thought we agreed to surprise her. You really are a stupid idiot!"

Before Domon could take a step further to pulverize Recca, Fuuko stood up and stepped in between the two. "What are you guys doing in here?"

Domon and Recca could only look at each other.