Hiya, people!

Pink Panther's finally back!!

I'm honestly and awfully sorry for leaving FF.net, but hey, I had exams plus many other things I needed for the light to come and shine the road to my future!

But now we're on holiday, and I'm back on FF.net!

This new fic, as you probably know already, is called 'He was a girl', and will be, I assure you, updated regularly!

I'm planning to finish it within the holidays anyway…

Please enjoy, and don't forget to review!

"Hello? Daidouji Sonomi speaking."

A short haired business-looking woman picked up the phone. She frowned as a high-pitched female voice screamed at the other side of the phone, and sighed.

"Hello? Hello, are you listening? Did you hear what I just said? Your daughter just beat the hell out of my Celia! My poor darling! Hello? Are you listening?"

Sonomi sighed. She had thought Tomoyo would keep out of trouble now that she was nearing the age of seventeen.

"Yes. I'm very sorry Mrs-"

"Ms. Ms. Maybridge."

"I'm very sorry Ms. Maybridge. I assure you this won't happen again."

"This better not happen again! I mean, my daughter Celia is THE May Queen! It's all very obvious your daughter was jealous of Celia!"

Sonomi couldn't stand the high voice anymore. It was starting to make her sick. If there were one kind of Human beings she couldn't stand, they were these sort.

"Yes, you do have a point there, Mrs. Maybridge."

"Ms!"

Sonomi ignored the divorcee's indignant comment.

"But Mrs. Maybridge, I really don't think Tomoyo would be jealous of Celia now because of the May queen festival last year. It's already March."

At Sonomi's curt words, Ms. Maybridge seemed to have lost her words. But soon she plucked up some courage and began talking again.

"Well aren't you going to pay for the hospital fees? Poor Celia's jaw is practically broken in half, and her face is all bruised! And she has a fashion show coming up in-"

"In November with the snow, if I heard correctly from you last week."

Ms. Maybridge didn't say anything. Satisfied, Sonomi opened her lips again.

"Eight months will be enough to heal all her wounds and have a plastic surgery to fix up whatever's twisted in her face. I'll pay for whatever operation that might take place."

"…You shall?"

Sonomi smirked at this question.

"Yes. And I'll also see that my daughter is punished."

And without another word, she put the phone down.

Yes… Tomoyo needed to be punished.

For the last sixteen, almost seventeen years Sonomi had to put up with Tomoyo's short temper and her use of vile language and strong fist. Ever since her birth the child had been a difficult one to handle.

And it was always Sonomi who had to go after every trouble Tomoyo landed in to save her from the danger of being arrested and taken into prison.

Now, Sonomi felt this really had to come down to an end. She couldn't forever go on like this, watching her daughter practically murder other people's daughters.

Picking up the phone, Sonomi dialed Tomoyo's cell phone.

"Mum, what is it?"

Sonomi frowned. By the tone of her voice, it seemed she had a bad day… and no wonder, that Celia girl is really hard to bear.

"I just got a phone call from Ms. Maybridge."

"Oh stuff her. Maybridge was still going on about that May Queen festival where she got to be the May Queen because the original May Queen was locked up at home!"

"Because, the original May Queen volunteered to cut off Saito Leiko's cherished blonde curls that reached down to her knees, and therefore she was punished."

Silence came from the other side of the phone.

Finally, giving up all she had, Tomoyo sighed.

"I'll be at your office in about ten minutes."

"Make that two."

"Mum!"

"I know all very well where you are, Tomoyo. Come straight home."

Sonomi sighed and leaned back in her chair as the beep from the phone still rang in her ears.

Now was the ideal time to think.

How, or what, will Tomoyo's punishment be?

"Mum! You can't do this to me!"

Tomoyo screamed, wide-eyed in shock at what words had just left the cherry lips of her mother.

The same lips curled into an innocent smile.

"You're always picking on girls, Tomoyo."

Sonomi said sweetly.

"And never boys. You should have kindness or at least something like sympathy towards your own kind. And opposites react, don't you remember? I thought this would be a good time to test that theory, as well as get you a bit further away from the girls you detest so much."

"But mum! Disguising as a boy! That is just so not me! And besides, what will I tell-"

Tomoyo stopped. Sonomi knew nothing, absolutely nothing about Jay.

What use would it be to tell her?

She wouldn't believe an inch of it even if Tomoyo said she's slept with him. Instead, she would get her examined to see if she really lost her virginity, and really send her to an all boy's school if she was found lying… which was what was most likely to happen.

Tomoyo knew too well her mother wasn't an easy person.

"Mum, can't we just talk over this?"

"Sure we can."

Sonomi replied cheerfully, smiling at the same time.

But Tomoyo was serious.

"Mum, imagine what they'd do if I got discovered. Mum, this is a very serious matter. If I get discovered, who knows what they would do to me. Mum, they might even force me into bed with them, mum, this is very serious. I could commit suicide out of misery, and I'd be giving up my life, by losing my virginity out there."

Sonomi snorted. As much as Tomoyo knew Sonomi wasn't an easy person, Sonomi also knew Tomoyo wasn't someone so naïve she'll be harassed by boys.

"Oh really? I thought you might've lost it already."

Tomoyo silently screamed. Who is this woman that she thought was her mother? How can a human being be so cruel as to send her daughter to a school full of absolute dirty, disgusting wolves!

And they were nearing their adulthood too! The age when they open their eyes to reality and the properties of different reproductive organisms and wonder, or even know very well either from viewing or personal experience, exactly what goes on between man and woman! She wouldn't have minded so much if she was seven years old or something!

Seeing Tomoyo wasn't answering, Sonomi smiled.

"You're new school will be Rosmini High. Here."

Sonomi threw something at Tomoyo. She quickly caught it, and realised without even looking at it that this was the end of her life.

"You can go buy your uniform with that. And get a haircut, won't you?"

"But mum-"

"A wig won't do. You must get your hair cut."

"No, hey, you! Don't cut it that short! Oh brother, can't you be a bit more… stylish?"

Tomoyo kept shouting as the girl at the hairdressers glared down at her long silky violet hair.

"Argh. I've been trying to grow this hair for eight years now and I have to cut it? Mum is just totally unbelievable. How can she do this to me? Hey! Don't pull! My scalp is sensitive!"

Tomoyo watched in tears as her precious locks were cut off, one by one.

Then she narrowed her eyes at the mirror, glaring at the reflection of the girl cutting off her hair silently.

"Urgh, I'm so gonna have revenge!"

"Wake up, Tomoyo! It's your first day at Rosmini and you're not going to be late."

"Argh… mum, I feel sick…"

"Serves you right for daring to take revenge upon me and go out and emptying my credit card with buying your gang friends just one drink."

"Mmm…"

Without replying, Tomoyo covered her ears with her duvet, in attempt to stop hearing Sonomi's annoying voice.

Sonomi frowned, and threw off the duvet. A smile started on her face as Tomoyo twisted and turned, the cold air striking her body.

"Oh, it feels wonderful to have a son in the house!"

Sonomi laughed as she hugged and ruffled Tomoyo's short hair, and Tomoyo tried desperately in her sleep to get out of her arms.

"I'd love to hear how your first day goes… and how the girls from the school next you yours think about you!"

"Argh! Mum!!"

Tomoyo instantly jumped up, her eyes burning with rage, but Sonomi just laughed lightly and smiled as she went through the door.

"Well, it seems you've finally woken up!"

Tomoyo sighed and looked up at the tall male teacher. At least, it was a male teacher. She absolutely detested women who taught, and Sonomi must have taken it into account that at this point, Tomoyo could murder whoever came her way.

But the male teacher cross-examined Tomoyo over and over again, until she felt her cheeks redden.

"Do you have any interest in becoming my friend?"

The teacher asked kindly, his soft brown eyes… a bit too soft. And a bit too… mushy.

And, if Tomoyo could also add, a bit too… Feminine.

'Great.'

Tomoyo thought as she slowly followed her new teacher along the corridor.

'My mother sends me to a boy's school, and assigns me to a gay man's class.'

Tomoyo rolled her eyes and looked up.

And froze right at the spot.

The whole class, 34 of them, had seen her roll her eyes.

The whole class, 34 of them, was now glaring with dagger-eyes at her.

The whole class, 34 of them, had just fallen into an unfree-able complicated knot of hate and misery with her.

Just because she rolled her eyes at them.

'Idiots.'

Tomoyo thought, and mentally hit herself with a hammer. She had, having so much time free from boys, forgotten just how simple and idiotic boys from an all-boy's school could be.

"This is Daidouji Tom, our new student."

The teacher, Mr. Manuwaka as they called him, grinned but no one grinned back. It was then that Tomoyo decided to speak up.

"Hi, I'm Daidouji Thomas, Tom if you want. I'm very sorry I just did what I did, and I have a perfectly good reason for that. It's just… I gotta tell you later."

She just felt she needed to tell them that.

"Hey Thomas, how come you've got an English name?"

Tomoyo was talking to her new friend Kobayashi Yuki when a boy came up to her and asked about her name in a mocking tone. She grinned at his stupidity and shrugged.

"My mother's fond of Americans. What's your anti-English name, then?"

The boy, true to his stupidity, stared.

"His name's Maneslan Jack."

Yuki grinned and answered instead. Turning her head back to Jack, Tomoyo shrugged.

"Seems you're a bit… no, quite American to me."

The boy ran off, and Tomoyo laughed heartily with Yuki. But most of the boys, hearing them laugh, came up to them and frowned.

"Hey, tell us, Tom, what's your excuse, then?"

"Yeah, why'd you roll your eyes at us man?"

They looked very angry, and Tomoyo just had to roll her eyes again.

'Boys.'

She thought.

'So stupid, so idiotic that they get offended because I rolled my eyes when I saw them.'

"Now that, was for you guys."

She said in a definite tone, and the guys all frowned.

"This is so stupid. I rolled my eyes because my mother just had to force me into this school, and assigned me to a class where a gay guy is in charge! Is it such of a crime to roll my eyes because of my bad luck?"

"No…"

"You have a point there…"

But their agreement was stopped by a sudden loud noise. They all turned, to see Mr. Manuwaka all teary-eyed standing in the doorway.

"That is so mean!"

He howled, and Tomoyo's lips curled into a mixture of a frown and a smile.

"I- I only wanted to be your friend!"

Tomoyo's unsure lips curled into a definite smile as the man ran off, sobbing his heart out.

To her great surprise, all the boys patted her on the shoulders.

"You did a good job, back there."

"Someone just needed to break it to him that he wasn't wanted."

"Hey, so who are you, anyway?"

Tomoyo thought up of a good story behind her coming to Rosmini High first, then started to explain the whole history of her getting there. The boys were fascinated at her story, and their eyes widened at the fact this skinny sickly looking girlish-boy was actually at Rosmini because he beat up somebody and they were in coma for three months.

Tomoyo grinned as they stared at her, astonished.

Who cares if no one knew this was the truth or an actual fact, a lie?

As long as no one dared to bully her around, she was fine with that!

"Hey Tom, here's someone you might wanna have a one-to-one."

A boy called Daiki grinned as he looked out the window.

Tomoyo gave him a confident look, and followed his gaze.

Where Tomoyo looked stood a tall, navy-haired boy. He looked up at the blossoming Sakura trees with a serene look on his face, the slight smile and his soft sapphire eyes making Tomoyo's heart leap.

"Hirrigizawa Eriol. He's in our class, and I have to tell you, he's a real fighter."

"Fighter? He looks too soft to me."

Tomoyo replied, not daring to take her gaze off him. Just as she was about to fall into her own dream world with only him to stare at, he turned and looked up at her.

Surprised, Tomoyo quickly tried to step back and out of his sight, and managed to trip over just a few desks that stood in her way.

"Yi-aaaa!"

Her high-toned scream rang through the class and possibly, the whole school.

The whole class looked down at who they had thought was Thomas, practically entwined between the desks and chairs that had fallen down with her.

"Er…"

Tomoyo broke the silence.

"Could you guys give me a hand here?"

Well, there goes the first chapter!

Boys, don't get offended, I'm just trying (and failing) to make things more interesting… well, I tried, anyway…

Please leave a review!!

(Btw, I deleted Disguise… again. I'm going to put it up on my website that I'm working on at the moment, so no worries…)