FASH: (Has just dug her way out of the chocolate ice cream.) 'Ello again, I hope you're enjoying this fic so far, although that may be highly unlikely...... Anyways, all Hilary haters and shonen-ai lovers are welcome here.

CT: I don like er. (Looks up at FASH with huge, sparkly eyes.)

FASH: Hilary? I'm not sure many people like her, here, have some ice cream. (Magically produces two cones and scoops up some ice cream in them.) Yum.

CT: Yay!

""-speech

''-thoughts

Claude was sitting beside Tyson underneath an old cherry blossom (Sakura.) tree. 'I think I really like these trees.' Claude thought to himself as he looked at the pink leaves and petals slowly drifting to the ground. "So Tyson-" He was about to say something, but he was interrupted by a shout. "There he is! Let's get him girls!" It seems that there was a fan club formed for Claude already, lead by the one and only Hilary. Claude starred at the girls stampeding towards him before running off; he did not want them to catch him!

"AHHH" "Claude I love you!" "Will you go out with me?" "Marry me Claude!" "Claude! I want to bear your child!"

Tyson watched the group run around in amusement as he slowly ate his lunch, well, slower than normal. 'Poor Claude, he hasn't been here a whole day yet and he already has a bunch of fan girls after him.' He noticed a few males among the group. 'And some fan guys.'

It was now the end of the day and every spare moment Claude was being chased by a bunch of fan girls, and fan guys, from every grade. "Well, at least the day is over now." Tyson said, patting him on the back as they made their way to their lockers. "Yea, I'm incredibly thankful for that." Claude said as he opened his locker, only to be enveloped by a bunch of letter, many of them written on pink or red paper.

"Wow, talk about a tidal wave." Tyson commented with a chuckle, all you could see of Claude was an arm, a leg, and his two eyes, which narrowed slightly at Tyson's comment. "Oh, come on, don't take it personally, it's just too amusing not to comment on." Claude sighed and pulled himself from the pile, randomly opening one, this one was on regular white paper, but it had a lot of doodles on it, hearts, flowers, and a couple pairs of puckered lips and some random xoxo. "Dear Claude, I need you, and I know you need me, let's get together sometime, Julia Peters." Tyson sweat dropped and tried to cover up his laughter with his hand, but it didn't work and Claude looked at him. "Do you know her?" "Yea, she's the head of the drama club, you might remember her from lunch, she was the one who wanted to bear your child." Claude blushed and Tyson began laughing as he opened his own, love letter free locker. "Anyways, I didn't really get to show you around at lunch, since you were to busy running around the school yard, but want me to show you around now? Most of the girls have gone home." Claude decided that it was definitely a good idea, the girls would be gone and he'd be alone with Tyson, well, almost alone.

"Um. What do I do with these." Claude asked, pointing to the unopened letters, Tyson shrugged. "Just leave them, the janitor will probably get a kick out of it." Claude wasn;t sure he wanted a janitor read a bunch of love letters addressed to him, but it's not like he had any clue what to do with them, so he just stepped over the large pile, beside Tyson.

"Hello, my name is Tyson Grainger and I will be your tour guide for today, please keep to the middle of the hallways and enjoy the tour." Tyson said in a high pitched, girly voice, Claude chuckled to himself.

"And on your left is the girls bathroom, never hang around it because it's where girls hang out if they're PMSing, then opposite of it is the boys bathroom." And over here is the entrance to the gym, you enter the changing rooms from the inside and you'll see which changing room is which because there are signs on the door....." Tyson turned around swiftly causing Claude to nearly bump into him. "And that is the end of our tour. Would you like me to lead you back to the front door?" "I think I can handle it." Claude said dryly as they both made their way out the doors, only to freeze as many eyes focused on them, fan girls had gathered in the front of the school, waiting for Claude to come out, and as soon as they saw him...

"CLAUDE!" "AHHH!" "Try and hide in the bathroom!" Tyson called after the running male, who didn't seem to notice him, probably because all the screaming fan girls weren't helping with his hearing.

'That poor, innocent guy, I hope he heard me, the girls wouldn't dare go in the boy's bathroom, at least, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't, they get in so much trouble.' He thought as he walked home slowly, trying to conserve his energy for his kendo training.

Meanwhile Claude was still running, he silently thanked God for his endurance and all the time he singed up for the track team at his old school. 'I don't think I can run much longer!' But looking back at the girls who were slowly gaining on him gave him a boost of adrenaline. 'God, what did I do to deserve this?' He thought sadly.

FASH: Yes, what did Claude do to deserve that, maybe it's just because he's himself.

Claude: Hey! I resent that!

FASH: Sure you do, here, have a chocolate milkshake. (Takes a cup and scoops up a bunch of melting ice cream and shoves it in Claude's face.)

Claude: ..... You have issues.

CT: Heeheehee. (Puts his socks on his hands and pretends to talk to them.)

Claude: Now look what you've done, you've gotten Chibi Tyson hyper.

FASH: I can see that...... Oh boy.

CT: What's that Mr. Jinx, you want me to kill mummy?

FASH & Claude: ...... .

FASH: Anyways, chocolate milkshakes go to all my reviewers, and yes, I am bribing you