Title: Our Secret, Our Curse.

Rating: PG-13 (probably won't go up near the end but hey, you never know)

Genre: Drama/Humor (I guess)

A/N: The first real chapter is on. I'm bad at cliffhangers but I want people to wait exitedly for the second part so... here ya go. Remember to review.

Oh, and some vocabulary for this chapter:

Baka - idiot

Itai - Ow/Outch/That hurt etc.

Ano.. - Umm, err... etc.

Hai - Yes, okay

Arigatou gozaimasu - thank you

Gomennasai - I'm sorry

Konnichiwa - Good morning

Kôchô-sama - principal

Kami-sama - God

The summer was over. All students tried to take all the joy from the last days of holiday, but in the end they still found themselves in the first day of school, rambling off from beds tired, searching their school uniforms and packing their backpacks.

This was also happening in the small house colonized by four teenager girls. The youngest of them, Jinohiro, was already up and making tea. The brilliantly white-haired fragile girl heard a door sliding open behing her. She turned around and saw her older sister, Arameda, heading to the shower.

"Ohayoo!" Jinohiro greeted happily. Arameda muttered a tired "Ohayoo.." and slammed the bathroom door shut behind her.

After a while Arameda got back rubbing her hair dry with a towel and accepted a cup of Jasmine-tea.

"Have Marande and Jelora woken up yet?" The red-headed girl asked.

Jinohiro shook her head. Arameda looked at her watch.

"Better go to wake those sleepy-heads", she said and took off.

Jelora was happily asleep in her bed. Her room was so comfortably dark. Her window was broken, so she had covered it with a piece of paper board. Plants grew through it.

She didn't wake up when Arameda slid open her room's door and asked the sleepy brunette to wake up. She didn't wake up when Arameda said her message again, a bit louder. However she did wake up when her sister pulled off her quilt and shouted in her ear:

"Wake up you baka! You're gonna be late!"

Jelora screamed and fell off the bed with a loud thump.

"Itaii.." she muttered rubbing her head. She glared at her sister.

"You didn't have to do that!"

"Oh really? Honestly, get up. It's your last chance to get to school in time."

Jelora glanced at the clock on her bedside table.

"Kuso!"

Arameda smirked.

"I'll go to wake up Marande."

After jerking her other sister from the bed, Arameda returned to the kitchen. Then..

Two doors slid open right in the same time. Both persons who stepped out from the rooms took two steps, stopped and looked each other in the eye. A horrible moment of realizing, and then they both made a huge dash to the bathroom. The brunette was a few seconds quicker and slammed the door shut just in front of the other's nose.

"Kuso! Jelora, you baka!" the black-blue haired girl shouted while banging the door with her fist.

"Get a grip on yourself, Marande", Arameda said from the kitchen, "Wait for your turn." Marande stomped to the low table and poured some tea for herself. She didn't care to finish drinking it when Jelora suddenly ran out from the bathroom and Marande instantly ran into there. Arameda shook her head.

"Honestly, those two. And Marande's supposed to be the oldest one."

Jirohino just smiled. Right after the red-head had finished her sentence the aforementioned girl ran out of her room and asked from them:

"Hey! Neither of you happened to see my uniform?"

"I hanged it to dry in the porch", said Jirohino. Marande ran to the porch, and soon back to her room with her school uniform.

Arameda looked again at the clock.

"Hey! Hurry up! We must go within ten minutes!"

After some more complications all three of them were finally on their way to school. Jelora brushed her hair desperately trying to get it to dry more quickly.

They arrived to the school yard. Jirohino directly withdrawed behind Marande as they reached the other students.

"So many people.." The white-haired girl said in a quiet voice. Jelora snorted slightly and said:

"Well, what can you expect? It's a big school."

"Umm..Hey does anyone of you know where our class it?" Marande suddenly asked. They all stopped and received couple of curious looks from students near them.

"I'll take that as no. Great, what are we gonna do now?"

Arameda bit her lip.

"Ask from a teacher?" she suggested. They continued walking and started to look around for some helpful teachers. When they spotted none, they got inside and started to search teachers' office. They passed and open-doored classroom and then backed to look inside the class. There was a teacher tidying his table. He suddenly looked up and saw the girls standing at the door.

"Ano.." Marande started insecurely, "Could you tell us how to find class 15 B? Were new in here but on the second year."

The man smiled warmly.

"No problem. 15 B, you said? Right, you go to the second floor, there are stairs in the end of this corridor, just keep going, and in the second floor it's the third door on the right. Can you remember that?" he asked in the end.

Marande nodded and smiled back.

"Hai, arigato gozaimasu", she said and bowed a little. Then they hurried away.

The second floor was full of students and Jirohino nestled even closer to her sisters. They stretched their necks to see the numbers of the classrooms. Finally Arameda gave out a quiet yell.

"I can see it! It's 15.. 15.."

"Is it A or B?" asked Jirohino quietly. Arameda let out a frustrated sigh:

"Well, what do you suppose I'm trying to find out all the time?" She rose to her toes and screwed her eyes a bit.

"Yes! It's 15 B!" The others let out a sigh of relief.

"I suppose we should just wait at here and wait for the teacher to arrive", said Marande. So they waited.

After 10 minutes of waiting there was only couple of students left besides them. Marande leaned to whisper in Arameda's ear:

"Are you sure we should still wait? Shouldn't we like.. have a look at the class?"

Arameda nodded to this suggestions and gathered all them with her. She knocked gently on the open door and peeked in.

"Gomennasai.." she started and then took a full notice. Indeed full, as all the other pupils were already at the class! Arameda gulped and stepped quickly in and bowed.

"Gomennasai sensei-san! We didn't um.. find the class. Ano... we were a bit confused. We.. um. Sorry that we're late."

The teacher, young lady, smiled at her and asked: "We?"

Arameda got up again at realized her sisters were still in the passage.

"Oi! Get in here, we're late already!" she snapped to them. They all dashed in and immediately bowed and apologized for them being late. The teacher looked at some papers on her desk:

"Yes.. Misses Arameda, Jirohino, Jelora and Marande.. Karameru?" They all nodded. The teacher surveyed the paper with her look. She nodded.

"Yes, It says here you are new. So you came here from.. Nagasaki's High School?" They nodded again. The teacher glanced over the class.

"Allright then. Jirohino-san, please sit in the first row, there's a place for you. Jelora-san, you go there, Arameda-san you too. And Marande-san, go to the left row", the teacher said pointing their places for them. The girl bowed and quickly sat down.

Brown-haired girl next to Jirohino leaned closer to her and said:

"Konnichiwa. I'm Honda Tohru. I really hope you all like it here." Jirohino just smiled.

The first hour passed over and the four sister gathered up again. Arameda seemed rather anxious.

"What's the matter oneesan?" asked Marande. Arameda sighed.

"None of you probably know where's the principal's office?" she said. The three sister left looked suprised.

"Why are you looking for that?" Jelora asked curiously. Arameda smirked quickly and said:

"None of your bussiness. Sumimasen.." she tapped a student on the shoulder. The student turned around, deep purple eyes gleaming. Arameda decided it was a boy for his uniform.

"Sumimasen. Can you tell me where's the principal's office?" The boy blinked, then smiled slightly and said:

"Hai. It's on the third floor, so just go up the stairs and it's the second last door on the right." Arameda smiled.

"Arigatou."

She turned to her sisters and said:

"I'll be gone for a while, it matter how well he takes my request." Jirohino looked suspicious.

"Your request on what, Arameda-san?" she asked. The red-head smiled and waved.

"I'll be back in a sec!"

"Now wait a moment, what the-!" Jelora started but when Arameda clearly didn't listen her, she shut up.

"I just really hope she won't get herself in any troubles."

"WHAT?"

The principal was completely stunned. Arameda gulped slightly and repeated:

"I'm asking for a permission for to wear a boys' uniform, kôchô-sama."

The principal was trembling slightly. Then he turned his eyes down and shuffled his papers. He cleared his throat:

"This is truly unheard. Do you have any explanation why did you come up with this idea?"

Arameda's face stayed still.

"I am very sensitive to cold. And our school skirts aren't that warm, especially in winter. I can give you a medical certificate if you insist", she answered coolly.

"I want too see it", said the principal anxiosly. Arameda took a neatly folded paper from her bag and handed it to the principal. He grabbed it instantly and read it, eyes flashing. Then he put the paper to his desk and watched Arameda intensely.

"And why should I still give you the permission?" he asked.

Arameda didn't even flinch an eye.

"You have a boy wearing a girls' uniform in your school", she said. She had seen the boy, he was an unusually genki one.

"And he's breaking the school rules!" shouted the principal.

"Then why don't you expel him?"

The principal went quiet. He looked at his desk. He looked out of the window. Then he finally turned to Arameda and said in a defeated voice:

"All right, then. I'll give you the permission. You may ask the school secretary about your uniform. But I remind you this is a unique except."

Arameda bowed.

"Arigatou, kôchô-sama."

"Aargh.. Arameda's better to come quickly or she's gonna be late for the next lesson", said Jelora, leaning on the wall on her back and her arms folded. Jirohino surveyed at the crowd moving before them and said in a soothing voice:

"No need to worry about. I'm sure she's allright. She isn't the type who wouldn't be able to look after herself."

And right after that, they saw a glimpse of wavery fire in the crowd. Their sister was coming back.

"Where the heck where you?" shouted Jelora immediately when Arameda reached them,

"I really wish you didn't get in any trouble!"

"Be quiet, silly. You're the one who always gets in troubles", answered Arameda, swinging her bag on her back. The bell rang. Marande glanced at her sisters and said:

"Come on. Our lesson starts."

"So in theory, when these two groups react with each other, the result.."

The teacher's voice turned into gibberish in Jelora's ears. She leaned to Marande who was sitting next to her.

"Oi, oneesan, what's he talking about?"

"Don't ask me, I'm as confused as you."

"Kuso.."

Marande smiled.

"Don't worry", she said, "We'll ask Arameda to explain it all to us after the lesson in understandable language." Jelora sighed of relief:

"Thank Kami-sama we have a smart sister."

Jirohino was feeling slightly nervous. It wasn't because of the albegra, she could handle it quite well. No, instead she had a terrible feeling something bad would happen. And usually she was right.

Suddenly she paled. She felt like a cold grasp in her stomach.

Please, no. Not now. I can't.. She clenched her fists and pressed her eyes shut, trying to concentrate. Go away. Now.

Arameda noticed her sister's struggle and stopped listening the teacher. No.. She can't... if she shows up now.. Jirohino turned to look at her sister. Arameda looked back with pure horror on her face. Jirohino turned again to the teacher and raised her hand up in the air. The teacher stopped writing and talking and looked at the student with a frown on his face.

"Yes?"

"I'm not feeling very well", the white-haired girl said. The teacher looked suprised.

"Ah, well what's the problem?"

Jirohino gulped.

"I.. My stomach hurts." It was actually completely true. Then Arameda raised her hand.

"Yes?" the teacher asked again.

"May I go with her?" Arameda asked. The teacher looked annoyed.

"No you may not. Unless you have a stomach ache as well."

"Sumimasen.." a quiet voice of Jirohino's interrupted them. They both looked at her.

"I think it would be good if I'd have someone with me."

The teacher looked now very annoyed.

"Very well then", he said, "You two may go, but I demand Miss Arameda returns into this class right away."

The both girl bowed slightly and hurried away from the class.

In the corridor Arameda immediately turned to Jirohino.

"What's it? Is.. is it she?"

Jirohino's breathing was more like gasping.

"Yes", she answered in a faint voice, "It feels like her. But I can't-" the rest of her sentence was cut off when she gasped loudly of pain and falled on her knees to the floor.

"Jirohino! Are you allr-?"

"Shut up, you piece of shit", the girl on the floor answered. Her voice sounded lower than it was before. She got up and pushed her hair away from her face. The cold, piercing black eyes stared at Arameda.

"And no, Jirohino is not allright", she said with a mock sarcasm, "Not when I'm here." And something started to flash on her palm. Arameda ducked just in time when an electric shock flew just an inch away past her head and hit the wall.

Arameda herself created a flaming fire ball in her hands and aimed it to her apparently-not-her-sister's chest. It hit her hard and the white-haired staggered backwards.

"Why, you little-!" she shouted and attacked to Arameda.

In the next second Arameda found herself on the floor and the other girl slowly approaching her. A strong electric wave was crackling in her hand. A cold smile was curving her lips.

"So, this is how leaves Arameda, the possessor of the Fire." She raised her hand and planned to strike it at Arameda, but then the elctric ball on her hand withered away and her face went blank. A small wind blowed through the corridor. Jirohino's silver eyes were staring afraid before her.

"I.. I'm sorry", she whispered and collapsed on the floor.

"Jirohino!"