Ohh, lucky you! You get TWO chapters in one. . . Update. . . Thing. . . *no one cares*

Anyway, I've decided to start giving you little personal responses, for no real reason other than, it makes sense since this will be so long and pointless. *it doesn't make sense*

MadMaddie: Well, since this mostly centers around Kyou-kun, I might not, but then again, I did have this really spiffy idea for Kai and Rei and. . . -^__^-

Mahojin: THERE!!!!! I HAVE GIVEN YOU ZEO!! *dies* I'm sorry, it just amuses me so much. Which is lame, because, it really shouldn't amuse me this much. And Hikaru - to me - doesn't seem too much like Hiromi, but I guess there are similarities. What's funny is I made up Hikaru before season ONE ended. ^__^;;

Toki Kasurmari: WOT? It's too bad that FF.net blocked long chains of the same letter in reviews. . . Anyway, yeah. I've never written Hiromi before, so I hope I don't make her OOC too much later on. . .

Thanks again to everyone, and I hope people reading stick around, despite this fic's general pointless-ness!

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"Have a nice weekend and remember to read chapter..." The teacher's soft voice says, despite that I'm the only one still in the room. "Seven." She says, even quieter as she realizes that no one's listening. That no one is there to listen. Except me, but I think she knows that I heard her when she said it at the beginning of class.

She slumps back into her chair and sighs. I pretend not to watch and gather my things. Trying to put my binder in my backpack, I glance up again. She's eyeing the phone -- probably something to do with that call from her husband earlier in class -- and the desk is a rather messy heap of papers.

Teachers don't get paid enough.

I pull the straps of my backpack over my shoulder and head towards the door. Turning at the last minute, I say softly over my shoulder "Have a nice weekend," and offer a short smile.

She brightens a little and offers me a weak smile back - it's forced. I hear her pick up the phone as I walk through the door. Walking down the halls, I glance at the students. Takao is talking with Zeo who. . . Wait, Zeo doesn't go to our school. . .

. . . He's prone to coming in through windows to speak to Takao, so I'll assume that's why the window is open, and why all the other surrounding students are looking at him with such a bewildered expression.

I try to ignore it and head off, besides, Hikaru's probably already at my house.

I go through the school doors unscathed this time! I sigh at the fact that I'm bothering to rejoice because of that, but keep walking. The walk is generally uneventful, rather boring really.

I've never liked walking home. Not because I can't handle the exercise or anything (It's really only Hiromi's harsh training I can't handle. . .), it's just that it's boring. I have no especially interesting thoughts going on, so the walk is just a long blank space of nothingness until I get home.

Walking into the shop again, I'm greeted with my parents waving from their respective spots in the shop, and Hikaru sitting at a table and looking quite lonely. The reason she looks so lonely is not only because she's alone at the table, but because she's alone in the whole restaurant. Odd.

She's just stirring her ramen around with her chopsticks - it was probably too much for her to eat since she eats so little.

I walk to her table and sit down across from her with a wave. She waves back and gives a "Hey." Before offering me the rest of her ramen.

I accept the bowl as she pushes it across the table. "How was your day?" She asks, reminding me muchly of my parents when they decide we could use with a family chat.

"Good. Classes are boring though." I shrug and start eating the ramen - trying to avoid thinking about the fact that I'm using the same chopsticks and spoon that Hikaru used.

Hikaru looks at me like I've grown seventeen more heads before exclaiming "They should just send you up to college already!"

I shake my head. "They can only skip me up one grade, and that's been done." Hikaru shrugs and looks off in a random direction almost as though she hadn't heard me, this alone telling me that it doesn't stop her theory from working to her. After finishing my- well, actually, it's her - ramen, I bring it to the kitchen to save my mom the trouble, then lead Hikaru up the stairs to my room.

Once we're upstairs, Hikaru sits on my bed and I turn my computer chair so I can sit on it. "So, why weren't you able to walk home with me yesterday?" I ask, glancing up and getting my homework from my backpack. Hikaru tenses, which I take note of, and she doesn't answer. Which is odd, she's not usually one for avoiding questions.

I just shrug before asking "How was your day at school?" With a grin. She grins back and starts a long, over-detailed explanation of her day with her mom home schooling her and her older brother trying to 'rescue' her from the horrible torture. This 'rescuing' included the two of them running practically the whole way here, and her brother going shopping as an excuse to stay away from Hikaru's no-doubt furious mom.

Her family is scary, sometimes...

I feel strangely tired, and I'm not sure why. I spin in my chair again and spread out my homework. Oh joy. I sure love history. Blah. History sucks!

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My, Kyouju is beginning to outgrow his I'm-a-perfect-student-with-perfect-grades ways of being a nerd. That, or I'm just making him OOC. Meh.

Reviews are friendly. You should hug them! (make sure not to squish their wings!) *has created imaginary little creatures that represent reviews*

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It occurs to me that I've never really described Hikaru.

If anyone cares, she has mild-dark skin and yellow-blonde hair, purple eyes, and wears a green dress with daisies on it. Yeah. Tralala. . .