Phantom K: Alright, everyone. Here's my first piece on ... I would like to first of all say that DW doesn't belong to me. Am I safe now? No one's going to sue me, right?

Zhang He: WAIT! You must make sure to say that you don't own any portion of the Dynasty Warriors, and that you don't own and characters, and that last night you had a dream about-

Phantom K: slaps hand over his mouth ; Right, now... ahem Thank you, Zhang He, dearest, but that's been covered... Now it's on to the fic!

--Chpt 1. "Are there any questions?"--

"Ew..." Xiao Qiao poked at the cafeteria food with disgust. She grimaced as it stuck to her chop-sticks in large gluey globs. Nothing was more intimidating than the cafeteria food.

"That's why I pack my own things," said Zhen Ji from across the other side of the table, producing a much more appetizing-looking lunch from a brow-paper bag.

Sighing, and dropping her eating-utensils, Xiao stared around the lunch-room. At her table sat Da Qiao, Zhen Ji, Zhou Yu, and Lu Xun. Xiao could see various faces scattered around the room- Zhao Yun... oh, Lu Bu... and there was Sun Ce way off in the corner. Xiao noticed that her sister's gaze was pointed in the same direction- straight at Sun Ce.

Da averted her gaze quickly, and stared down at her food.

"Da, you're so obvious... it's actually kind of funny." Zhen Ji said, smiling and shaking her head.

"Well, rumor has it that you've got your eyes on someone too, Zhen. Watch your step, hm?" Da was red as a cherry, and knew it. "Xiao, you're lucky..."

"Lucky?" Xiao played dumb, but could feel her cheeks tingling a bit. "Why?"

"Ouch..." murmured Zhou Yu, jokingly. Zhou and Xiao had been going out for about a month now, and seemed completely content to say the least. He flashed Xiao a fresh-faced smile and then continued bravely to try and eat the cafeteria food.

Da sighed, "I wish I had as much luck as you..."

Xiao leaned to the side, where Zhou sat until her head rested on his shoulder. "It's not luck, sis," she said after a moment, and felt Zhou's arm make its way around her shoulders. "You have to be brave. Really, it doesn't take that much. All you have to do is ask." She pushed herself up straight, and let Zhou's arm fall away from her. "But Zhen... what's this I hear? The unattainable Zhen Ji has a little crush? It's about time..."

Da giggled and began to sing 'Miss Independent' softly.

Lu Xun opened his mouth in a false expression of surprise. "Really, Zhen, what happened? Where's that strong, one-woman impulse that was so strong in you?"

Zhen Ji managed to remain her usual skin-tone. Very rarely did she blush. "You can't always trust rumors, you know..." she said at last.

The deafening sound of the bell screamed through the cafeteria, and Lu Xun jumped a bit. "What the hell? Did they cut us off 10 minutes?" He rose reluctantly as the others did the same. "I've got history next, who's coming with me?"

"Me!" Xiao followed Lu Xun into the hall, and to the left. Zhou tagged along behind- his next class was in the same direction.

"Oh no!" Cried Da, "I left my binder in my locker!" She made a mad scramble out the door and dashed down the hall. Luckily for her, there were no teachers around to see her do it. No running in the halls, now.

So Zhen Ji was left standing there as the students rushed around her, and for a long time she did not move. Eventually she heaved a shallow sigh, and picked up her book-bag. Off to Integrated Science.

Integrated Science class was always one of the highlights of the day. After all- the current science unit was chemistry, and there was always something exciting about playing with harmful chemicals. However... today, unfortunately, the usual teacher was sick, and Zhen Ji found herself close to slumber behind the pages of her text-book as the substitute droned on.

Zhen found herself snapped from a colorful day-dream by a sharp voice.

"Are you listening?" It was the substitute, leaning towards her and glaring through her thin rimmed glasses. "How would you make the solution into a 50% concentration?"

Zhen blinked for a moment, and heard a few snickers. This was not like Zhen, as she usually paid close attention in class. "Um... one drop of water, and one drop of the concentration... or any such variables." She said at last.

The replacement teacher pursed her lips and nodded, checking her watch. "We only have about 3 more minutes, so... are there any questions?" She asked briskly, turning her back on Zhen once again.

A slender hand made its way into the air. Zhang He's as Zhen noticed. He wore a distinctive smirk on his face- one the class seemed to recognize and greeted with small muffled giggles. The poor teacher... Zhen thought. Most teachers recognized Zhang He's expressions, but this teacher- a replacement- had no way of knowing.

"Yes." The substitute smiled, but it looked as though she had just swallowed a spider- and not a tasty one at that. "What's your question."

"Miss..." began Zhang He softly, "You know how in other countries people have more than one wife? Well, does that mean the wives are all married to one another as well?"

The substitute shot him a look like poison, and opened her mouth the speak. "Young man!" But the bell cut her off, and she was soon fighting her way back to her desk through a flood of students as they rushed for the door, sweeping Zhang He along with them. He escaped with not so much as a scratch.

Zhen Ji sighed as she made her way down the hall again. Up ahead she could see Zhang He prancing along up ahead of her, his long hair bouncing as he moved. Zhen was headed to the same place he was- their class-rooms were right next to each other, even though they were in different classes.

Zhang He paused outside the door of his Creative Writing class-room, and waited for the teacher to open the door. He was a good student in this class, having a nack for poetry and such than Zhen never could quite grasp.

Zhen waited by the door to his left, and leaned against the wall, looking over at him for a moment. She was mildly surprised to find that her gaze was met by his, and that he was glowing with his usual, energetic and bubbley smile. Zhen smiled faintly, and looked away. She had never been too great about making friends, and she wasn't even sure if it was wise to be friends with the eccentric Zhang He... after all, usually he got a lot of hell for his... flamboyant dress-style.

Soon more and more students joined them. Zhou Yu and Da Qiao soon occupied Zhen Ji, and she lost sight of Zhang He behind a mist of people that formed around the class rooms.

"I can't wait until the day is over!" Said Da Qiao, "Come to my room tonight, okay? You can bring Sun Shang Xiang if you want, I mean- she is your roomy."

Zhou laughed, "But I'm not invited? "

"It's all girls, silly." Said Da.

Zhen grinned, "Okay. I'll be there." It couldn't hurt too much, right?