AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yay, I got reviews! Thank you a LOT for reading (especially you, Sushifishie, hope I got that right, your reviews were helpful, and FantasiiMaker, I'd love to read that Mars fic of your's) I also finished reading up to Volume Nine of Mars. Which means I have to wait a while for the next volume. **sighs** .

OK, here's Chapter Three, I've got a lot of ideas for how this should work (and if you're mad about some of the stuff that happens in here, just stick with it) and I'm really excited about this story. Hehe, yay! Here you guys go.

P.S. Things in asterisks (**) means that's what the character is thinking.

CHAPTER THREE

".and he saw you naked?"

"Yeah, I guess," Desdemona paused, her fingers waving for the perfect piece of popcorn. She stretched out on her bed lazily, bored. Comfortably lounging at the food of the bed, Shiori leaned her head upwards to see Desdemona.

"I knew bathing on the roof was secretly a desperate call for sex!"

"Fuck you," snarled Desdemona, flipping through a couple of Shiori's teen girl magazines. The stick thin models appeared to be best friends of Barbie (with IQ to match) rather then the perfection of "real women", their faces vacant of any intelligence other then to giggle and get paid.

Shiori's fingers dived into the pool of popcorn, "So are you sure Rei saw you?"

"Well, it looked like him," replied Desdemona. "I don't know, it could be his brother."

"No, I'm positive it's Rei," Shiori stated, as if she had been the one who had been seen in the bathtub. She giggled, "This is SO great. He's SO totally into you!"

"Ooh baby," said sarcastic Desdemona. She sat up on her bed and stretched. Shiori's mouth dropped open, comparing itself to a black hole, "Most girls would kill if they had Rei after them!"

"Most girls aren't me," Desdemona replied. She got off the bed and headed into the kitchen to get some soda. Sighing, Shiori flipped off the television and hurried after her friend, her hosiery slipping across the floor. She slammed the door shut in Desdemona's face, "What's with you? This is REI KASHINO!"

Desdemona shrugged and tossed a lock of hair behind her, "I don't know, everyone raves about him and all, but he just seems sort of like a.I don't know, let's talk about something else! I hear there's this tape that if you watch it, the phone will ring."

"Shut up! You're getting off topic!" shrieked Shiori in her typical adolescent love struck girl way. "Are you turning lesbian on me or something?"

".And then if you pick up the phone, someone will say "you will die in seven days"."

"SHUT UP!!" gasped Shiori. She picked up a muffin and chucked it at Desdemona. Ducking, the muffin smashed into the peeling wallpaper. Pissed off, Desdemona found an apple and hurled it back at Shiori. Shrieking, Shiori dashed into Desdemona's room, tearing off random photographs of punk rock stars. She started jumping on the bed, shouting in a sing song voice, "My name's Desdemona and I'm a lesbian in love with dead rock stars!"

"Fuck you!" Desdemona yelled from the kitchen. "I'll call your mom and tell her about the weekend you spent over at Ryan's cabin!"

"Don't you dare, bitch!" gasped Shiori, slipping back into the kitchen. In her hands was clutched the retractable faucet, and Desdemona let leash it's power upon Shiori, soaking her white buttoned up shirt until her pink bra was clearly visible.

"You BITCH, this was brand new!" shouted Shiori. She lunged for the pudding and flung it at Desdemona, caking her tangled hair. Picking up a pack of beer from the refrigerator, Desdeoma was fully prepared for her little revenge when the phone rang. The two girls stopped, perhaps scared, or rather just a pause of neutrality in the war.

"They know we watched the tape." whispered Desdemona, quite akin to that of Hannibal Lector. Fear flashed briefly across Shiori's heart shaped face, paling her texture until Desdemona punched her lightly, laughing at the gullible Shiori as she hurried over to the phone and picked it up.

"Lady Cherry Pie's Geisha Whore House, proud sponsors of Lady Cherry Pie's Wet T-shirt Contest, this is Yuki speaking," Desdemona replied casually, lifting her self onto the counter. Giggles from Shiori. She kicked out her shoeless feet, her plaid skirt barely covering her curvaceous legs. As Shiori wrung the water from her hair, Desdemona sighed, yelled, "FUCK OFF!" and hung up angrily. Desdemona catapulted herself off of the counter and hurried into her room. Trailing behind and attempting to ring her hair at the same time, Shiori asked, "Who was that?"

"Senzo," muttered Desdemona. She flung herself on the bed. "I keep begging Dad to change the phone line, but nooooooo, we're tight on money."

"I think Senzo's kind of sexy," Shiori replied, tossing her wet hair. Desdemona glared, and Shiori giggled, "I'm just kidding!"

"Well, I wouldn't have to deal with him if it wasn't for you, Shiori dearest," muttered Desdemona. She stared up at the ceiling, which she had attempted to paint but the combined equation of lacking artist ability and laziness therefore equaled no ceiling paint.

"Well," paused Shiori, indignantly placing her hands on her hips, "if you were more willing to go out on dates."

"Except our school has a dating pool rivaling a zoo," Desdemona stated.

"Well, I tried hooking you up with the lions and tigers of the school rather then the asses and apes," Shiori said.

"What's the difference?" sighed Desdemona. "Hey, you know Rei's brother?"

"Yeah, he's so freaky, he's so quiet! I don't know how Rei puts up with having to stand up for his brother all the time," Shiori stated, as if Sei's mere presence was another problem Rei had to live with. Desdemona picked up a pillow and threw it at Shiori, "Hey, shut up, Rei's brother is kind of a cool guy."

"Whatever."

"You know that drab report I have to do on van Gogh or whatever that I'm probably going to do the night before it's due and end up getting a C on at best? Well, I was checking out books in the library, since Mr. Miyazaki was going to kill me if I didn't, when I drop a book. And then he was there."

"Does 'he' have a name?" Shiori asked sarcastically, filing her nails.

"Uh, yeah, he just never introduces himself. Like, I've seen him around and know he's Rei's brother, but nobody ever actually calls him by his name."

"They probably call him 'Queer' and 'Freak'."

"I swear to God, Izzy, you can be the biggest bitch sometimes!" swore Desdemona. "No, just shut up and listen! Moving on, he seemed kind of startled but he picked up the book anyway, and we ended up having this whole conversation about painting and stuff. Did you know van Gogh cut off his ear and mailed it to a prostitute?! That was the best."

"OK, OK, so he knows some crap about art, that's all he ever does anyway," Shiori muttered. Desdemona just stared, and then snorted. Shiori wasn't known to be the deepest of people, but she was still the only person who Desdemona could at least stand.

"You should probably go, I've got an audition coming up for joining a band, and I'm dying to get in and need lots of practice," Desdemona said, standing up and walking over to the door. Shiori sighed, grabbed her jacket and shoes and stood up.

"Fine, call me later," Shiori sighed.

Desdemona nodded, "See ya." She closed the door and headed to her room, slamming her dungeon door shut.

* * *

**Will he ever shut up.** Desdemona thought, tapping her pencil. **Ooh, a bug! Must proceed to stare at it until class ends.** The object of Desdemona's desire crawled across the desks until it landed on Senzo's desk. The brute yawned, spotted an innocent and smaller life force then himself, and then smashed his victim until it was nothing but pieces of goo.

Figuring there was nothing left to do, Desdemona waved her hand. She could only do this a couple times a week, since teachers had started catching on when principals demanded them to make their school look nicer so they could get some crappy award no one ever saw anyway. But she was so bored, and anything in the hall was more exciting and dangerous then what was going on in class.

"Eastwood?"

"Bathroom?"

Mr. Miyazaki sighed, "Fine, make it quick."

**Haha, good one,** Desdemona thought. She stood up and proceeded to make a grand exit out of the room. **Safety of halls! Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to waste as much time in the halls as you can without getting caught by enemy personnel. Now, where should I go first.**

Having no desire to head into the bathroom and gossip with a group of cheerleaders ditching Calculus, Desdemona decided the next best thing was to head to her locker and just sit in front of it reading. At this point, detention would be more amusing then class. Sighing, Desdemona scudded off to her locker, her combat boots leaving marks across the perfect floor. Her private revenge against the janitor. But as she made her way to her locker, she glanced out at the Quad, and saw some boys--upperclassmen, possibly even sophomores--shoving around Rei's brother.

**Our heroine spots a regiment of assholes picking on those described in the food chain as 'freaks' or 'geeks'**, mused Desdemona. **Man, how pathetic is it to add an inner monologue to my life? Sadly enough, it makes it more interesting.**

Desdemona dashed out into the Quad. She could hear the various catcalls; "Hey fuckoff, heard your brother got suspended!" "Ha, now he can't be protected by his brother!" "Pussy!"

Desdemona shouted, "What the fuck are you guys doing?!" The boys turned around. Rei's brother lay in a heap, bloody nosed, cowering in the presence of the abusers. He knew his place on the food chain. He knew when it was his turn to be devoured.

**Why doesn't he fight back?** pondered Desdemona.

"Hey, it's Sexy Desi!"

"Well, it's gonna be Gonna-Kick-Your-Ass-Desi if you don't find something better to do!"

"It's just rugby! It's for P.E.!" one of the abusers argued.

"Well, get your ass BACK to Gym," Desdemona said. Lit in her eyes was an angry flame, and not even the boys wanted to mess with her. Besides, getting stoned in the bathroom was more fun then picking on some loser anyway. The abusers dissented.

Desdemona sighed and offered Rei's brother her hand, "What's with you? You never say anything to them." He ignored her, gathering up his sketches, all of which had been torn out of his notebook, which had been heaved into a trashcan. His motions seemed annoyed, irritated, a wounded animal attempting to gather everything back and head back to safer grounds.

She sighed and helped him pick up the drawings. He immediately tried pulling them away, but Desdemona had the tighter grip, "Hey.hey, that's me." There was a picture of her, in the bathtub. But it couldn't be her. The sketch, it was too beautiful to be her. The backdrop of the city, the lazy/beautiful look on her face. This girl wasn't her, this girl was different, she had purpose, a goal. Something.

"Yeah, it's you," he said quietly.

"So, then.on the rooftop.that was you," Desdemona said, piecing it all together. He continued to gather up his drawings.

"I know, it's creepy," he muttered.

"Not really," Desdemona said. **Actually, it kind of is, but nothing worse then some of the habits of the other guys she'd been out with.**

He began to walk off, but Desdemona called, "Hey, do you have a name?" He turned around, vest torn in half, hair a mess. It was then that Desdemona realized there was something sort of pretty about him, very fragile, but pretty nonetheless.

He said, "Sei."

"I'm Desdemona," she said.

"I know, you're in a couple of my classes."

"Oh, you mean English?"

"No," Sei said quietly.

"Oh," Desdemona replied. She shook her head, "Look, I'm sorry about what happened. Want to skip the rest of the day?"

Sei's eyes widened, and he replied quietly, "Why?"

"I don't know, beats anything here," she said, her hands outstretched to show the entire school grounds. "Look, you can even pick the destination, I can drive."

Sei paused, and stared at the granite. He then glanced back at Desdemona, "Sure."

"Yay," Desdemona grinned. "Here, it's the Jeep over there. Let me show you." She ran to the parking lot, and Sei could only jog behind her. She panted as she reached the car, breathing in and out. Technically, it wasn't her car; it was Shiori's, but that wasn't important. She had stolen Shiori's keys once and made a copy of them for herself, and besides, she'd have it back without a scratch.

"Here, hop in shotgun, buddy," Desdemona said through a hair clip, tying her hair back in a loose ponytail. Sei threw his broken messenger bag full of loose sketches in the back and rode beside Desdemona. She started the car and they drove off. The Gym class smiled and waved to them.

"Haha, we're so bad!" shouted Desdemona, the sarcasm and irony filling her tone and demeanor. Sei chuckled softly, and glanced out at the cars beside him. He murmured, "I've never done this before,"

Desdemona shrugged, slipping on sunglasses, "It's fun. Usually I just hop across to the 7-11 and hit on foreign men. Fun stuff."

Sei smiled a little. Desdemona glanced over at him, "But we don't have to do that today. What do you want to do? Anything! I'm in the mood for adventure!"

Sei shrugged, "There's a lot to do around here, I guess."

"Well then," Desdemona said, smiling slightly, "we've got a lot to cover in one day of ditching class then." Sei paused, then he too smiled, and they drove off.