A/N: Hey, Callie Wilson here! It's my turn to write a chapter of Juunishi no Daaku, so here we go, hope you enjoy!

The sun shone though the window into Meyumi's eyes. With a turn, she realized she only had an hour to wake everyone up and get them to school. She jumped up and, throwing on a house kimono, ran down the hall. "Girls!" she yelled, "Girls, it's time to get up! Girls!"

Takara opened her eyes a bit; looking around to make sure Meyumi wasn't in the room. Seeing she was alone, she rolled over and closed her eyes. She snuggled into her blanket, feeling cold even though the house was warm. Suddenly she was jolted awake as Meyumi leapt onto her.

"I said WAKE UP!" Meyumi snarled, hands on Takara's shoulders, shaking her violently.

Takara sat up quickly, shoving Meyumi off of her. She stood up and stuck out her tongue angrily at the older girl. "I WAS getting up! I was just cold!" She turned on her heels and walked to her dresser, pulling out her uniform. "Do you MIND?" She asked Meyumi, motioning to her clothes and then the door.

"Oh, yes, of course! I still have to make sure that Kioko and Izunami get up." With that, she stepped out of the room and made her way down the hall to Kioko's room.

Kioko was in her bed still. She was curled up a bit with her head resting on her arms that were outstretched. Meyumi looked into the room. "Kioko! It's time to get up. You're going to be late to school!" she exclaimed.

The black haired girl's head shot up. "What? Late? How?" She didn't allow Meyumi to answer and instead, shoved her out of the room so she could dress.

Meyumi turned to go to Izunami's room and came face to face with the girl. "Oh! Izu-chan, you're already up."

Izunami shrugged. "I'm a light sleeper. And with all the screaming, I couldn't sleep. I started breakfast."

Meyumi stared at the girl, who had started down the stairs, apparently to finish breakfast. "But, everyone's going to be late. There's no time for breakfast…" She shook her head and followed the girl down the stairs.

When Meyumi got down to the kitchen, she found Izunami making rice balls with bacon and scrambled eggs. "Oh, I understand. Thank you, Izu-chan!" She walked over to the counter and picked up a rice ball. She was 26, tall, slender, and had light amber-brown eyes that were covered by a pair of glasses and shiny gray waist-length hair with bangs that went upward for about 2 inches, then fell downward to her chin, framing her face. Her kimono was white, with grey embroidery forming flowered patterns all over it. She had 6 earrings in her ears; 2 earlobe piercings in each ear, with a cartilage piercing in both ears as well. She was a very open person, almost too open. She would always crack perverted jokes, in all sorts of groups, and was actually very overprotective of these girls that were living in her house.

Izunami turned to the girl and smiled. She went back to making the rice balls. She wasn't very good at it, but they served their purpose and stayed together well enough. She was 16, the same height as Meyumi, with a medium build, dark chestnut eyes, and she had cream colored hair with dark brown and black streaks randomly placed throughout it. Her hair was chin-length and layered, always giving it a messy appearance. She was already dressed in her school uniform; she had opted for the long skirted one. She had her earlobes pierced once, and the cartilage on her left ear pierced once. She was a very nervous person; any unknown noise would have her jumping and possibly screaming.

Soon, Takara and Kioko were down in the kitchen as well. Takara walked over and picked up two of the breakfast rice balls. She had dressed in the short-skirted version of the uniform and sat down, beginning to eat one of the rice balls. She was 17, shorter than Izunami and Meyumi, but the same height as Kioko; her body about medium build as well. She had green eyes and sandy blonde hair that went straight down to about mid-back. She was loud, outgoing, and obnoxious. She never knew when to be quiet and Izunami and Kioko were glad she was a year ahead of them, and not able to be in their class.

Kioko smiled a bit, picking up two of the rice balls. She was wearing the medium-length version of the uniform with the skirt coming to her knees. She was 16, the same build as Takara and had translucent blue eyes. Her hair was the most complicated of the four. While the others just let their hair stay where it fell, Kioko actually spent time on hers. It was a jet black, just below shoulder length, and everyday she put it up in two ponytails, one on each side of the top of her head, the bands decorated by a flower. For school, the flowers were a navy blue to match the school uniform. She was sensitive, slightly independent and very straight-forward.

Izunami grabbed two of the rice balls for herself, then grabbed her book bag. "Come on, guys, it's time to go." She started to the door, slipped on her shoes, then ran out to the sidewalk. "Let's go, we're gonna have to run, take the rice balls with you!"

Kioko and Takara shared a look, then followed her as she took off down the sidewalk towards their school. Meyumi walked out and watched them run. "Well, I WAS planning on driving them, but if they really wanted to run…" She shrugged and turned back into the house. "I better get to work." She walked into her office and over to her easel. Picking up her palette, she stared at the blank white canvas. "Hmm…I need inspiration!" She tossed her palette onto the desk and left the house, headed for downtown.

Takara, Kioko, and Izunami arrived at the school, just as the first bell rang. Kioko and Izunami, who were in the same class, ran together to it, while Takara took her sweet time, not really caring if she was late or not. When Takara finally made it to her class, the teacher stared at her. "You're late again, Takara Akuma!" she shouted at Takara.

Takara shrugged. "What can I say? I'm sorry, if that helps at all."

The teacher narrowed her eyes. "Go to the office and get a tardy. And since I know you're going to dilly-dally anyways, you might as well be productive. Take this note to Akiyara-san's class."

Takara nodded. "Okay!" She took the note and left the class room. On her way to the office, she walked by Izunami and Kioko's classroom. She looked in the window and waved to them, but they weren't paying attention, and unfortunately the teacher was about to notice, so she gave up and walked on, looking for Akiyara-san's classroom. Finally, she saw a sign on the door, and knocked. The door was opened by a tall boy with white and black hair. As soon as they connected eyes, Takara felt something strange. And by his expression, he felt it too. It was a weird sensation, she suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and felt like she had a reason to be angry at this kid. She glared at him and shoved him out of the way. "I have a note to deliver, punk." she said to him, walking by.

He growled slightly, but tried to ignore her, and went to go sit down next to a short blonde-haired boy. Takara made a mental note that it was strange that the two should be friends. The blonde-haired boy looked up at her, and all at once, the same feeling crashed up within Takara again. She felt utter contempt for these two kids and she didn't know why. All the other kids had looked at her, and she felt nothing, but these two…

"Can I help you?" Akiyara-san asked, standing up and walking towards her.

"I have a note for you from Takeshi-san," she replied, handing the paper to the middle-aged woman. The teacher said thank you, and Takara bowed. She was about to leave, when she stopped and turned around, walking straight over to the two boys. "What are your names?" she asked them.

The taller boy narrowed his eyes. "I'm Hatsuharu Sohma, and this is my cousin, Momiji Sohma. What's yours?"

"Takara Akuma," she replied. "I've never seen you around. Are you new?"

"We've been here since the beginning of the school year," Momiji piped up. Takara notice that while Hatsuharu's voice was cold and full of anger, Momiji's was still cheerful. It was as if he didn't feel any hatred toward her, while Hatsuharu did. They were obviously related, though. That explained how they even knew each other.

"Well, that's interesting then. Maybe I'll see you later," Takara said, trying to act as polite as possible.

"Don't count on it," Hatsuharu muttered. Takara turned back to glare at him once more, then left the classroom and headed to the office to get her tardy.



Downtown, Meyumi had just gotten out of the car, holding onto a satchel. "Well, I do need to buy some supplies too!" She started walking down the sidewalk, when suddenly she passed a tall man with black hair. Something inside of her twinged, and she suddenly felt threatened by him. "Hey you!" she shouted to him.

He turned around and drawled out, "Yes? Can I help you?"

"There's something about you…" she started. "You give me the heebie jeebies. What are you, some kind of pervert or something? A murder, a rapist? I don't get freaked out about nothing!"

The man's eyes went wide. "Listen, I'm just a humble writer who's working to support a household of me, my two cousins, and their friend. My name is Shigure Sohma, and I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot."

"I'm Meyumi Akuma. I'm an artist, trying to support a household of me and my three cousins. I'm sorry if I've misjudged you, but you creep me out for some reason."

Shigure cocked his head to the side in confusion, eliciting laughter from Meyumi. "What? First I'm a rapist and now I'm funny? What's going on?"

"I'm sorry, it's just, you reminded me so much of a dog just then," Meyumi laughed again, causing Shigure's eyes to go wide for the second time since they met.

He laughed a bit, trying to ease his nerves a little. "I get that all the time!"

Meyumi shook her head. "Well, again, I'm sorry, Shigure-san, it was nice meeting you." She bowed and turned away from him, walking away.

Shigure watched her walk off and smirked. "She was kinda cute. I should have gotten her number. Well, it's too late now."



It was between classes, and Izunami was trying to get to class, but was being yelled at by a hall monitor. "I told you," she yelled, "This IS my natural hair color! I tell you that every day. I'm not going to dye my hair just so you can pretend you actually HAVE power!"

"That CANNOT be your natural hair color," the hall monitor shouted back.

"But it is!" she sighed, leaning back against the lockers.

Today, it just so happened that a certain grey-haired boy was in the hall while this common scene was going on. He walked over to the hall monitor, and lightly tapped him on the shoulder. "If my cousin's hair could be his natural color, how are you so sure that this cannot be her natural hair color?" He knew that the reason Haru's hair was so strange was because of the curse, and obviously this girl wasn't a part of that, but he felt bad for the poor girl who obviously was harassed every day.

The hall monitor looked to the boy. "Yu-Yuki! I was just, trying to-"

"You were just trying to harass her. That's not your job."

The hall monitor nodded. "Ye-yes, you're right!" With that, he took off down the hallway running.

Izunami looked to the boy and bowed. "Thank you, he never leaves me alone about my hair, and I swear it's natural."

The boy smiled at her. "I understand, I'm glad to help you. "I'm Yuki Sohma, a second year."

"Izunami Akuma, second year as well." She smiled. When she looked at him, she got a strange feeling, like she was supposed to hate him. But he had just helped her, how could she hate him? "Oh, I have to get to class!" she exclaimed. She bowed once more and took of down the hallway, running.

"It was nice to meet you, Akuma-chan!" He shouted down the hallway to her. "I hope to see you around!" He shook his head. He had felt like he had been getting strange vibes from her. No, that was crazy. He'd been around Hanajima too long. He smiled a bit, then went to class.



Kioko sighed as she walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Izunami had told her about a boy saving her from the hall monitor; she wished she had a knight in shining armor like that. Suddenly, as she was coming around the corner, a flash of orange appeared in front of her face, and she connected with a body. With a loud poof and a column of smoke, a small orange cat appeared and grabbed the clothes that had materialized on the floor, dashing off into the custodian's closet. It looked out through a crack and found nobody to be in the hallway. Confused, it walked out into the hallway, "I don't get it," it said. "I transformed, but where's the girl?" It walked around for a few seconds before colliding with something. It looked up and screamed in a surprisingly human tone as it realized it was staring straight into the face of a black panther.



A/N: And there we go, chapter 2 of Juunishi no Daaku! I hope you enjoyed it, and be on the lookout for Chapter 3, coming soon to a near you!

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