"Our Secret"

Part II

Hope: Hey! Thanks for reading this fic! I was encouraged by your responses!

Disclaimer: I wish I owned BeyBlade Bakkuten Shoot, but alas, I do not.

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Another Secret Pair and Emily Parker

"You know, you really are beautiful," he murmured into her ear.

The girl giggled. She smiled. She in turn muttered sweet, soothing declarations praising

him. " Hey, we better hurry. Math is in like two minutes."

The boy grinned at her and devoured her mouth. Slowly moving his lips against her, he felt her kiss him back. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and broke their embrace. He had, once again left his girlfriend breathless and flushed.

" So, ahem, you-know-who is getting really suspicious about us. I believe he was ecstatic about me asking you to the masked ball this Friday. The she-devil also told me that someone asked you to the ball. Why'd you say no?"

The teenager rolled her eyes. Her secret boyfriend sure loved to hear that she was his.

" Because, you baka, I'm going with you," she explained.

"Really now? Would that mean that you like me?" he asked, smirking.

" No, it's because it's absolutely horrifying to go by yourself after all, now isn't it?"

She giggled at his bemused face. She had learned that line too well from the 'she-devil'.

" Now come on, we'll be late if you stand their any longer."

" Okay now class. I'll take attendance in a moment, quiet down."

Kyushia Hiroko yawned. This school has too many late hours, she thought. Hiroko-sensei's long, black hair was hanging limp against her. Her almond eyes scanned the aisles of desks for a missing student.

" Yukimura Touya "

" Hai"

" Kinomyia Takao"

" Haaaaaaaaaaai"

Takao came running in at the last moment. Lucky he had Hiroko-sensei. She didn't count you tardy unless she called your name and you didn't say here. Other teachers like Taishio-sensei, Takao thought sourly, would make you stand out in the hallway until you were late for your next class.

" Good. I see you are not late. Go sit down now." Hiroko-sensei flashed a stern look at her most clumsy student. " You can't help but love him anyways," she muttered.

" Kon Rei"

" Hai"

" Takahashi Salima"

" …….."

" Takahashi Salima"

" Er….Hai"

Hiroko glanced up from her attendance sheet to see one of her most excelled students rush in. Hmmm, her clothes are VERY wrinkled, she thought. Hiroko made a mental note to ask Salima about that later, after class.

" Salima, this is the very first time that you are tardy. Since it's your first offense, I'll let you off easy this time. But the second time this happens, you will attend in detention."

" Hai."

Salima bowed quickly and took her seat. Her long, red locks were flat against her face. The violet she had were glossy and shimmering. Salima kept taking glances at Takao, who was nodding off at his desk. " Typical," she muttered under her breath.

" Kai Hiwatari"

" Hn."

"Tatchibana Hiromi"

" Hai."

"Mimoshi Kyouju"

" Hai."

" Sato Kouji"

"………………."

" Sato Kouji"

" ……………."

Hiromi raised her hand politely. She smiled when the teacher nodded at her to speak. Pausing slightly to clear her throat, Hiromi spoke loud and clear so that everyone could hear her.

" Hiroko-sensei, Kouji-kun has signed up for a forgein exchange student program. He is currently attending a school called, Lincoln High. It is in New York, New York. I believe that his American replacement is supposed to be here right about now."

Hiroko nodded absently. " Yes, I heard about that. Where is his replacement then?"

" Right here."

A girl with ginger hair walked into the classroom. She had a light spread of freckles across her nose. Shining, blue eyes seemed to light up at her mentioning. Full, pink lips were set in a smile.

" Konnichiwa. My name is Emily. Emily Parker. I am very pleased to meet you." Bowing low, she smiled at them and turned toward Hiroko.

" Hello. I am pleased to meet you. Where shall I sit?" she asked boldly.

Hiroko pointed to a seat beside Kyouji. Emily smiled again and walked over to her new seat. " Hello. I'm Emily. Nice to meet ya." She smiled yet again and sat down. Waiting patiently for someone to tell her what to do, Emily sat quietly.

" Yes…..er……Nice to meet you too, Emily. I hope you have a wonderful time here at Bakkuten High school. Will you please tell us your age and grade so that everyone may know if you're going to be in their classes?"

Well, Emily thought, since everyone here is the same age, I guess we'll all have the same classes. Rolling her eyes, Emily resisted the urge to say that last thought.

" I am sixteen. And I am in my junior year, the eleventh grade. Homeroom 3-C"

Hiroko shook her head slightly.

" Okay, let's resume with the roll, shall we?"

" Inoue Kenji"

" Hai,.."

" Sakamoto Akira"

" Hai."

" Kobayashi Keiko"

" Hai."

" Max Tate"

" Yes?"

" Chen Mao?"

" Meow."

"……………………."

" Gomen. I was um……well…..?"

" Never mind. Just don't do it again," Hiroko pleaded. Oh, she was lucky. Having gotten

picked to teach this 'special class'. Again, I stress ' special class'. As in a reviewing

"Healthy Sexuality."

" Kami-sama, why, oh, why did they pick me? A math teacher at that, to teach this class?" Hiroko begged silently. In her mind, she was going crazy.

" Marium Nakumura"

" Hai."

" Mizuhura Ozuma"

" I'm here."

" Robert Mattina"

" Yes ma'am?"

" And…..oh yes, Enrique"

" Si?"

Hiroko rolled her eyes. It was going to be one hell of a day.

" Hey Hiromi!"

Hiromi groaned. She knew too well who that voice belonged to and she hated it. Trying to turn around in the crowded hallway, she caught a glimpse of blonde hair. Un-natural blonde hair. Enrique.

" Hiromi, you're looking very pretty today," he commented to her. Giving her his usually sly grin, he ran a hand through his spiked hair. " You know, I was wondering. Would you like to go to the ball this Friday with me?" Enrique asked hopefully. He stared at her with uncontrollably drooling eyes.

" Um….no. I already have a date," Hiromi answered. She smirked at Enrique's shocked face. Hiromi kept walking down the hallway, eventually leaving behind a very confused European guy. Like I would ever go with him, she mused. Besides, Kai would be very, very disappointed if I didn't go with him, she added.

" SO, Emily, where are you really from?" Hiromi asked merrily. She happily munched on a tuna sandwich her mother had packed her.

" I'm from the Bronx."

" Bronx?" Mao joined in. Sipping her bottled water, she looked at Emily expectantly.

" The Bronx, New York. It's like a little-It's a - Well, I guess it's like a little nickname for NYC."

Marium raised an eyebrow but brushed it off. Looking around, she glanced at a poor freshman who bumped into her. He dropped his lunch box on the ground. Kicking it to the other side of the room, Marium turned back to Emily.

" Yeah. It's like the gang side of NYC. Ya know, New York City?"

" No. I don't. And Hiromi- what in the hell is that?"

Miriam pointed at the tuna sandwich Hiromi was eating. She looked very disgusted at the tuna fish. Hiromi pouted and then grinned. "It's called a tuna sandwich. Mr. Dickinson brought back the recipe when he traveled to America last month."

Emily squealed and started jumping out of her seat.

" Is t-that a r-r-real tuna sandwich!? Oh My God!" she shrieked. " THAT IS A REAL TUNA FISH SANDWICH!" Emily blushed lightly when people turned their heads in the class to look at her. 1

" Gomen," she muttered.

Hiromi laughed at this. Emily would have at least one friend by the end of the day, she thought.

" I like you. You're funny," Hiromi said bluntly.

" Thanks." Emily smiled warmly and began to finish her lunch.

" Parker-san, where did you get that skirt?" Mao asked. She gestured towards the skirt Emily was wearing. " Oh this old thing? Why it's something I got from some mall."

" Oh."

Emily smiled it off. " Chen-san, please call me Emily. I have no idea what formalities are used here for, but I don't want people to call me that. It's annoying."

Mao beamed at her new friend. " Okay then Emily. You must call me Mao too."

Hiromi was about to say something to Mao when-------------

" KAI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Still fuming, Hiromi dropped her school bag onto her bed. Boy, was Kai in trouble. And if you ask me, I'd say he was in deep - BEEP -.

" Hiromi?"

Whipping around,. Hiromi turned to see Kai leaning against the shoji screen woodframe. Yes, it was the Kai that was in - well, you know.

" Why did you do that?" she asked through gritted teeth.

" DO what?" he asked innocently. Too innocently for my taste.

" THIS!"

Holding up the skirt she had changed from, Hiromi pointed to the dark stain on the front part.

" You spilled your stupid Coke© on my skirt."

Kai merely glanced at the ruined clothing before feigning a shocked expression. He gasped and pointed at the skirt with a shaky finger. " Like Oh My Gosh."

Kai smirked at Hiromi's red face and fuming ears. And I mean lterally , fuming.

" 3"

Kai's smirk was wiped off of his face as he heard that one number. His knees went weak as he tried to get out of the room. Wobbling, he paled as he heard the next number.

" 2"

Stumbling upon himself, Kai managed to get out of his girlfriend's room. But, not in time.

Hilary stated the last word in a whisper:

" 1"

Yelling, screaming, and shrieking at Kai to slow down and to get back here!, Hiromi chased after the scared Kai - who by the way, would have screamed and called for his mommy, except he doesn't have one, and he would rather die then scream like a gril in front of his buddies - running in the direction of, well………. The kitchen door.

Kai laid there, sprawled on the porch with no signs of movement or breathing. Hiromi stopped her rants and was there next to him. She checked his pulse and laid her ear to his chest. Panic rising within her, she was about to perform CPR when amber eyes shot up. Hiromi yelped and jumped back. Kai laughed and tackled her. They soon began to wrestle and found themselves away from the kitchen door.

" K-K-Kai....s-stop..........c-can't b-b-breathe......" Hiromi gasped. She suddenly threw him off of her and tackled him to the ground. Breathing heavily, she pinned Kai's arms down with her own so that he wouldn't tickle her anymore.

" You know I don't like to be tickled."

" Yeah...So what if I knew?" Kai asked smugly, a smirk curving its way out.

Hiromi grinned wickedly at this and was about to answer him when someone came out of the kitchen.

" Yo, Kai? Was Dra-....."

Max nearly fainted when he was welcomed by this sight. He staggered backwards and blinked. He rubbed his eyes and blinked again.

Kai.

Hiromi.

Kai and Hiromi.

Together.

On the porch.

Together.

She's on top of him.

Kai's pinned down.

- Oh-

-My-

" Ahhhhh...!" Max screamed as loud as he could. A strangled gasp escaped him and he fainted on the porch. His body hit the hard wood with a low thud. Kai and Hiromi were sure that Max had a heart attack, but they could see his chest rising.

" You know, koi, we seem to get interupted all the time," Kai said gruffly. He dusted himself off as Hiromi got off of him and nodded, too shocked to speak.

" What's going on here?"

Hope: I think I'll leave it at that for the time being. Gosh I am so tired. Please Read and Review! Thanks!