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Delusional

Chapter One:

"Red Pens and Trapped Mats"

By Ame Kuroi

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Sana walked hurriedly into the classroom and sat down. She wasn't late or in trouble (for now) just nervous. Yesterday she'd taken a test in Al… Alge… that class… and wasn't too enthusiastic about seeing the results. She'd managed, somehow, to pull off a 'C-' last semester but now she struggled to keep a 61% from falling any lower.

Hayama wasn't the first to notice Sana's mellow behavior. The unusual tranquility of the classroom was nice. He made a mental note to find out how to keep her in this mood as he leaned back in his chair.

Kosaka Sensei walked up and down the aisles of the desks basking in the nervous silence. All the students knew Kosaka Sensei passed out the best grades first and that they were more prone to fail due simply to the fact that Sensei loved the color red and used that particular color to mark incorrect answers.

Hayama was the first to get his test back along with a scowl from Kosaka Sensei from depriving him of the use of his favorite red pen on his paper. Hayama barely glanced at it before laying his head on his desk.

Sana sat in her chair……… waiting……... and waiting. She sunk lower after every paper and bit at her nails. She could barely see over her desk, her nails were no more sensei when finally found his way over to her with one more test in his hand. She scrambled to sit up. Sensei sighed, remembering how much he had loved grading her test and placed it upside down on her desk. It was evident there were many red marks on the other side of the sheet. Everyone was looking at her. Everyone was waiting. As Sana moved to turn it over her fingers tingled from the evil radiating from the test. She fought down an urge to hit it with her mallet just to make sure it was dead and flipped it over in one quick swoop………

"AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Hayama lurched out of his sleep, rubbed the mist from his eyes and looked around. Kosaka Sensei was laughing quietly in the corner stroking his red pen. Hayama followed everyone's gaze to Kurata. She was twitching from shock, crying from sorrow and swaying from the dizziness of yelling so loud. He shook his head and stood. Hands in his pockets, he made his way to her desk and looked over her shoulder…

"Mmph."

Sana snapped out of her daze and looked up at Hayama. "What do you mean 'Mmph'?!" She asked slightly agitated.

"Betsuni." He turned and walked away. (She really is bad at math.)

Sana took one last look at the paper before pushing it indignantly off her desk.

(I HATE math.) She thought as she caught a glimpse of the red '17%' as it floated to the floor. (………) Sana snatched up the paper, stood and shredded it while screaming angrily at the pieces that fell on her desk.

Hayama listened to the gasps of the surprised and slightly frightened students and the quiet laughing of Kosaka Sensei as he walked to his desk. (That guy has problems.) He thought before putting his head down and promptly falling asleep.

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Sana was still fuming over the test by the time the bell rang and went straight to Hayama to whine. Hayama pulled himself out of his chair not even bothering to act like he was listening as Sana eventually ran off into a ramble about the evils of math.

(She'll never change.)

Hayama and Sana caught Fuka in the hall on the way to her next class.

"Fuka! Fuka! You'll never guess---" Hayama stopped listening.

It was still raining with tiny droplets clinging to the windows. Freshmen were scurrying past to their next class, never minding they had fifteen minutes to get there. Hayama felt the urge to trip one of them as cheetah ears popped out through his unruly, blonde hair.

"---and its all Hayama's fault!" He suddenly came to attention and looked over at the two girls glaring at him.

"Aki how could you?!?!?" Hayama no time to question what he was guilty of before that god-forsaken fan slapped him.

"That hurt!"

"Serves you right!"

"What'd I DO?!?!?!"

"You made me fail my test miserably!"

"How did I---" Hayama reconsidered as he imagined Kurata attempting to explain something logically. "---never mind."

"That's right Hayama! Be silent as a couch and accept your fate!"

"Couch?" Fuka looked questioningly at Sana.

"Of course, couches cant talk!"

Hayama chose this time to walk away before the virus, that destroyed what little brain cells they had, affected him. He managed to get off to his next class without being caught.

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After third period, lunch finally rolled around. Hayama woke to the sound of the bell. He took note of the physics homework on the board before heading outside. He was glad Natsumi had packed his lunch today. Avoiding the cafeteria meant he might just escape Sana's never-ending complaints of math.

But of course fate was never on his side. Sana had brought her lunch today too and was waiting under the tree for him with Fuka, Aya-chan and Tsuyoshi-kun. Hayama purposely slowed his pace when he caught sight of everyone. He was in no hurry to have his ear talked off by Kurata, who, even from here he could tell, was already dominating the conversation.

"Hayama!" Kurata stood and waved angrily for him to hurry up.

He'd been spotted.

"Akito-kun, hidoi!" Tsuyoshi-kun burst out before he'd even sat down.

"Nani?" Hayama opened his lunch, not bothering to hide his lack of interest.

"You failed Sana, Hayama-kun!" Aya jumped in.

"I'm not the one who graded it."

"Hayama! Stop changing the subject!"

"I'm not---"

"Aki, you should at least apologize to Sana."

"No."

"Hayama-kun, Sana's already bad enough at math, no offense Sana--- "

"--- I understand ---"

"--- you didn't have to go and make it worse---"

"I'm innocent I tell you!"

"No excuses Hayama!"

"Aki! Why don't you help Sana study for her next test… make it up to her." There was a mumbling of agreement.

(This is definitely not a fair fight. How is it that Kurata can turn them all against me like this before lunchtime? She can't even speak plain Japanese---)

"So Aki, what do you say?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Of course not Hayama! You're trapped like a mat!"

"Trapped like a rat. You can't trap a mat. It just sits there---"

Sana's eye twitched. "STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT HAYAMA!!!!!" The rubber mallet suddenly became very handy and Hayama decided to answer avoiding as much injury as possible.

"I'll do it." Sana stopped mid-assault.

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Friendly Glossary:

Betsuni- not really, nothing (depends on content)

Hidoi- how horrible

Nani- what

AN: ok people, Whadja think? R&R!