This idea is probably the most-used AU in any genre bar none. But hey, I thought I'd do my own spin on it. Knowing me, there'll be a lot of Hayabusa later, maybe, at least. Oh, and not all the chapters will be this short. Just the intro. Hopefully.

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Adjusting her head-band somewhat self-consciously as she walked through the front gates, she looked around at the secondary school, her new school. And she was late. Already.

Hell, year eleven already. Her half-brother and half-sister had both been going here for some years before, she knew. Damn, she fumed silently. If only my stepfather had kept me at my school, instead of moving me to some snobby private school with two siblings… she sighed. No more cigarettes down at the basketball courts, no more skipping classes. Private schools were dead straight, as far as she was concerned, and dead straight equalled dead boring.

She took another glimpse at the crumpled timetable from her pocket. English Literature, Math, Drama, History. Boring, boring, boring, boring. Who wants to learn about literature, anyway? And drama? What a waste of time. She was so absorbed in her stupid timetable that she didn't notice the crowd gathering around her until someone put a hand on her shoulder, laughing in her face.

"Hey, wow, that's Ayane, that rebel girl! Fancy going to a public school!" One of the girls exclaimed, a young blonde who she disliked instantly. "And Kasumi, you're related to her? You two look nothing alike! After all, you're pretty, and she, well-"

"Wait a minute!" She heard the voice of her bitch, traitor, grovelling half sister. "I didn't say anything like that! I just said that she was moving here from the secondary college down the street because Father made her, I didn't say she was a rebel or anything! She's nice,"

Another of the girls gave a short laugh. "Come on, Kas, everybody knows that the secondary schools here breed rebels. This is the only decent school in the area, the others hold trash," The girl looked her up and down, noting half done-up tie, socks at her ankles, untucked shirt, and obviously not liking what she saw. "See what I mean?"

"Who the hell are you calling trash, you weakling?" Ayane snapped back. "I'd rather get out and have fun then be stuck in a school full of you stupid bitches who have nothing better to do then talk about homework and paint your fingernails,"

"And you're trying to tell us that you're not trash, when you talk like that. It's so belittling on a girl," the blonde who had spoken earlier added. "Guys, it's bearable, because you're used to them acting tough and showing off. But on girls, it just doesn't cut it so much,"

"Get out of my way, you sadistic whore," she hissed, pushing the blonde out of her way, before turning back furiously to her half-sister. "And thanks for nothing, Kasumi. You really are nothing but a grovelling little slut,"

"Ayane, wait-" Kasumi started, but her words were ignored as Ayane turned on her heel and stormed off.