NOTE: This chapter is pretty long. It was kinda hard writing it. please be merciful. CONTAINS MILD LANGUAGE!!

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::There! There he is! Is he looking up here? Act normal! Quickly! Quickly!::

I pretended to have my head buried in my book, too concentrated in what I was doing to care about anything else around me.

::Well, at least part of that is true.::

I don't deny that I had currently no interest whatsoever in how Shino, the main character of my book was going to escape the dreaded claws of Hotaru, the deadly King of the Underworld without anything so much as a weapon on him and get out of the cave and to his companions safely in the end. But I was indeed concentrated on what I was doing and unaware of the going-ons around me at the moment. And to tell you the truth, it's totally freaking me out. ::I'm acting like a bloody school-girl, for Heaven's-sake::

And just in case you were curious as to what I was actually doing, I was looking down from my classroom window on the third floor watching... watching.... wait a minute. What is he doing?

::What the heck is he doing!! No what is the OTHER guy doing?!::

Three floors below, Uesugi Tachi had just grip Izumi Rei in a playful headlock. Another girl I recognised as Uesugi's younger sister walked beside them, shaking her head exasperatedly but still laughing along at the same time. Both Uesugi and Rei were laughing and obviously having fun, much to the anger of Fujiyama Yuki. I hardly took noticed of another figure trailing a few paces behind them, watching them intensely, almost protectively, but still not smiling. He looked a lot like Rei except, that is, for that smile. Whatever. Back to the point.

::What is Rei thinking?! How can he allow that guy to touch him so intimately like that! And still laugh like he's having the time of his life! I'll never forgive that Uesugi.::

"Yuki-kun..."

::How dare he...::

"Yuki-kun!"

::And right in front of me..(well, not exactly in front)::

"Fujiyama Yuki!"

"What I snapped and turned to find a very worried (and not to mention slightly terrified) Amori-san. She hesitated a moment before asking in a slightly voice that held a trace of fear and annoyance, "Daijoubu desu ka, Yuki-kun?"

I blinked. That was when I noticed that in my....ahem...anxiety, I had stood up rather abruptly, causing my chair to fall over backwards and attracting the attention of the whole class who was, as expected, staring at me right now like I sprouted another head. Well, I don't blame them. I was usually cool and collected and causing such a racket while looking like a raging bull wasn't actually helping with that image.

I mumbled a weak "Sorry." and was smoothing down my shirt, ready to seat down when a drawl came from a little up front of the class, "Well, well, well.... Now we see what made our dear Yuki-kun so agitated."

::Shit no::

I looked up as everybody else turned to the source of the voice. That dreaded, idiotic voice of..... Aizawa Zen sat on a table three seats in front giving me that look of his through his lazy eyes that so many girls had fall for. I think that he had even got a go at a couple of guys too. He looked out of the window, drawing everybody else's attention to be drawn out onto the open school grounds where Rei was now starting to chase Uesugi around.

Aizawa looked back at me again, "Izumi Reijiro." he said simply in that blasted lazy drawl of his. I felt the gazes of all my other classmates as they shifted to me, then to Aizawa, then to me again. Finally, the prick stood up slowly and walked towards to where I stood. I could practically hear the thoughts of our classmates running through their heads and their heartbeats almost stopping as they watched Aizawa lean forward a little to look into my eyes which were a few inches below his. 'This is not good' they all said. And hell they were right.

"I have a suggestion. Why don't you just forget that Izumi guy and come with me after school instead?" Our eyes were locked as I glared back into his eyes, hoping to burn them out. I heard a collective gasp all around us at that little 'suggestion'. Nobody knew I had a 'thing; for Izumi Reijiro. Well, I know that there were rumors going around about it, (and I think I know where they started out from) but this was just getting too obvious. And this stuck-up prick in front of me was not making it any less easier.

"I have another suggestion." I started. Aizawa raised an eyebrow but did not move back. Instead I think he had just moved a little closer. Our noses were almost touching now. I could see his dark blue eyes were not entirely blue but had some slight green in them. His breath was tickling my face and my eyelashes tingled.

"Why don't you take that fucking dick of yours and shove it in your mouth so that we all can have a little peace around here?" My voice was smooth and calm, despite the unexpected curse. Almost as if I was just simply making a simple suggestion of having tea outside on a fine summer's day.

Another gasps from our audience. Fujiyama Yuki just cursed. Fujiyama Yuki never cursed. I was pissed. They knew it. And I wanted them to. Even Aizawa took a tiny step back at the sudden outburst. However, we continued to glare at each other. Now that I had my personal space returned to me, my glare intensified by another three times.

Aizawa opened his mouth to say something but the bell for the beginning of school cut him off before he could even begin. Our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Hashimoto walked in briskly just as the bell ended and approached her desk immediately "Well, settle down, people."

Noticing that her little entrance and order was not greeted by the small moans of students and the scrapping of chairs as they took their respective seats as they usually did every morning, Hashimoto looked up. Taking in the whole scene before her and coming to a probable conclusion, she sighed and clapped her hands loudly. "Don't just stand there and daze people. The whole world's not going to wait for all of you to get over whatever just happened." Apparently she couldn't be bothered to comment on whatever she knew most probably occurred.

Classmates, jerked out of their stupor from the sharp claps started to turning away and walking back to their seats quietly but still throwing curious and worried glances back at the two boys who still hasn't moved an inch. "Aizawa-kun. Go back to your place and leave Fujiyama alone."

Aizawa stared at me for a moment longer, looking me up and down like it was the first time he saw me and mumbled a "Yes, ma'am" before finally tearing his gaze away and returning to his seat.

I finally simmered down, took a deep breath and was about to seat down too when I looked down at my empty desk with 'Dangers of Shino and the Gate of Hell', then to the sky outside, bright and clear. I looked down at my book again and picked it up. Suddenly the anger and frustration I had been feeling and keeping all along burst and I felt ten times more aggravated then before. Simply put it: I was pissed as Hell.

I slammed my book down on my innocent desk and looked up at Mrs. Hashimoto who was looked up at me calmly from the open textbook in her hands. "Yes, Fujiyama-kun?"

"May I be excused, Sensei?" My voice was surprisingly cool, I even surprised myself. My facial expression was fixed and composed. Only my eyes revealed what fire was raging within me at that moment.

"Certainly." She replied, looking down at her book again. I walked down the aisle and turned left towards the door. As I passed the Hashimoto I mumbled a "Thank you" and bowed my head--all the politeness I could summon at that moment, and I distinctly heard a quiet "Take a walk" as a reply. I nodded briefly, my eyes still set straight forward.

I could feel all eyes on me again as I walked over the threshold and slammed the door.

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