Mata POT Ryosaku!! Yoroshiku ne!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own no nothing, really!

A/N: Boohoo!! I can't stop!! i see an ending ... very Ryosaku ending ... but i can't get there!! all these thoughts keep coming at me, making me write more and more and more, cry, i only wanted to do a short fic --"

Chapter 15

She would enjoy coming to school, Sakuno thought as she sat daydreaming in class. It was after all the first day, and sensei-tachi were not actually teaching anything yet. So in between the sensei of each subject introducing him or herself then giving out general instructions and appointing class reps before leaving the class, Sakuno had plenty of time to reflect on her new life back in her old town.

Yes, she would enjoy coming to school very much, let she count her reasons:

One, although she hadn't met any of her old classmates yet, she had already overheard a complaint about an 'obnoxious tennis player' who was 'bragging about his five years of tennis experience' loudly during the assembly, and whose girlfriend was his greatest fan and a very loud cheerleader. She had a very good idea who these two people might be.

Two, unlike the school in Osaka, she was here to stay, and she could make friends and settle in without worrying that she would have to leave at some unknown point in time. She had a good time at the Osaka school as well, an enriching two years when she was learning more about herself everyday, but then she was afraid of forming close relationships with anyone there since she knew she would come back to Tokyo soon.

Three, if this morning was any indication, she was going to be popular here. A total of 16 boys have approached her, since she stepped through the gates, and she was not experiencing any bad vibes from the girls who came up to make friends either. This was a small project that she decided to embark on to find out how Sakuno the witch STOOD in her home environment.

Her aunt had given her a complete makeover almost as soon as they touched Osaka soil, complaining about how she couldn't STAND seeing Sakuno tone down herself with her poor dressing. Sakuno was told to put her hair down and be proud of her extraordinarily long brown locks. She also received an entire new wardrobe from her aunt; the trip back to Tokyo was much more burdened compared to her swinging out of town with only one suitcase. And, thanks to Mayu, nothing from the original suitcase survived the round trip.

Out of the three STANDS in the Ryuuzaki witches guidelines, she figured she had STAND OUT and STAND PROUD down pat. And the next time she faced a situation, she would do her best to STAND FIRM.

Fourth and last reason for her enjoying this school was that she had a window seat, and the view was great, definitely conducive for daydreaming. And when the light hit the glass at the right angles, she could see the reflection of Ryoma, who sat right behind her.

Ryoma was cursing himself silently.

He blamed his tongue, which couldn't find the appropriate things to say to Sakuno.

He blamed his brain, which went into Standby mode once he saw her.

And he blamed his legs, which brought him to the seat behind her.

He blamed his eyes, which couldn't stop studying her.

He blamed his heart, which ached from seeing a person it missed for a long time.

He blamed himself for not knowing how to approach her, even as he saw the other boys in the class come up to her in between classes.

And why were those other boys doing that? They kept coming back to talk to Sakuno, first about trivial things like the weather, and moving on to more personal things like her favorite food and favorite color etc.

Ryoma seethed. He was sitting there hearing every word, really wanting to ask them to go away, far away from Sakuno. And what was going on with that girl? She was just smiling and joking with those boys like she was enjoying the silly conversation. Ryoma didn't remember her as being so comfortable among the boys, recalling how she used to blush at every slightest tease from senpai-tachi. How her face would turn all pink when he himself teased her that long time ago.

He wanted to tell those boys to go away, but his reason for wanting that was holding him back. He wouldn't want to explain the burning feeling in his stomach he got from watching Sakuno with them; he didn't even want to know what it was.

Those boys went back to their desks when the next teacher came in, but he knew they were going to come back as soon as they could.

He really wished she would tell them to leave her alone.