"Kagura! Wake up now or else!"

"Wha?"

"I said get up!"

"Fine..."

She sighed, "What is wrong with you today? You used to get up so well..."

"I guess I'm just having a bad day."

"Well get ready, you're already running late on your first day."

She slammed her fist against the pillow, the first day wasn't supposed to be like this. As her mother left the room, she threw the covers and sheets off her bed and angrily ran her fingers through her hair. She reached for a brush to fix it with. Staring at a mirror, her mind already began to wonder, and before she really knew it, she was outside in the rain, walking to school alone. That's what she was, well, is, alone. She had just moved down from Usui to Yokohama (Tokyo is so stereotypical), so she knew no one but herself here. It didn't matter, she had no one in Usui either, and, though she wouldn't admit it to herself, she kind of liked the atmospheric change. The towering buildings and busy surroundings made for much more than a distraction. But, true to her personality, her head filled up with mindless paradoxes and theories, thank you Confucius.

A long, quiet beep echoed in the halls of the school, "Oh no..." she said, beating her hand against the tall, white locker. "Not on the first day..." Slamming her head against the top of the locker, she let out a long, soft sigh.

She felt someone's hand touch her back, "Excuse me, you need some help?"

A tall, black and grey haired student stood beside her. Although firstly intimidating, wearing a long, black, uniform trench coat, there was some aura that comforted her.

"Umm... Sure, I guess..." Kagura replied.

"What's your combination?" He asked, taking off his sunglasses (obviously doesn't were them to protect).

"55, 35, 27, 2, 1, Umm..." She reached in her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "55, 35, 27, 2, 1, 60, that's it."

"Okay." He began unlocking it, "My name is Eiji, what's yours?"

"K... Kagura... Kagura Tananaka." She stuttered.

"A pleasure, all right, here we are, it's open. Where are you going from here?" Eiji asked.

"Some English class, I don't know where it is."

"What grade are you?"

"N... Nine." She managed to get out.

"I'm in Tenth," Eiji said, "You seemed older, and I think we're heading somewhere close together, where is your schedule?"

"Oh, uh... Here." She handed it to Eiji from her pocket.

"Hey, we're in the same class." He said excitedly.

"We are...?"

"Here, we can sit next to each other." He pointed to a desk and sat in an adjacent one.

"Ok, what now?" She shyly said.

"We sit and talk till the teacher does, so, any friends here?"

"No, not really, well..."

"Then consider me your first, what do you like to do, like a hobby?"

"I don't know... Really... Origami." She said.

"R... Really? That's great! I always been fascinated in Origami!"

"Really? You aren't just, 'kind of' intereste... Oh, you're just, 'impressed' by it, right?"

"Well, yes, but then again, aren't we interested in so many things? I am really, truly interested in it..."

"Hey Eiji! When's the wedding?" someone shouted from across the room. It was Moemi, an, 'acquaintance' of Eiji's.

"What? What is this, the third time you've said this?" He replied, angered.

"Hey, I work with what you give me." She sarcastically spat back.

"You're one to talk..."

"What? So you bring this up!"

"It's true, isn't it?"

"Look! There are lines you don't cros..."

"Look, you antagonized and rose conflict in the situation here, you can't be mad at me because whatever I say you brought upon yourself, I could shoot you right now and it would still be your fault because out of air you make an insulting not just to me but to Kagura that wasn't even founded on plausible facts, so unless you want me to bring you in to the open right here in front of your mates then I suggest you keep down, am I right? By the way, I'm not asking you a question." He monologued.

"What was..." Kagura said.

"It was Moemi, this is just going to cause more problems." He leaned back in his desk to tap into someone else's.

"Heh, smooth work, Eiji. Put her in."

"And how." He replied comically. The two laughed over it all.

"Heh, and how, we haven't talked in a while, who's your friend?"

He leaned forward and turned to the side in his desk, "Kagura, someone I recently met. Kagura, this is Fumiya."

"Nice to meet yo... Wait, Kagura!"

She lightly gasped, "Fumiya! It's been too long!"

Fumiya rose from his seat and proceeded to embrace Kagura, "Eiji, I've known Kagura since 3rd Grade, though I left for Osaka back in 7th and came back to Yokohama in Freshman year, but I lived quite a long ways from my Elementary school, so we haven't seen each other in a while." the man with the Mohawk turned back to Kagura, "Wow, why are you in this school?"

"Why do you think?"

"Ah. moved?"

"No, it's, 'What is moved?'." She replied light-heartedly. Kagura seemed to show her true personality to Fumiya, at least, in Eiji's stained eyes.

"Meh, what can I tell?" He threw another darts at the board from his chair, it hit a wall.

"Shirt! Mom will kill when she sees this!"