Chapter Three: Who Am I?

Yuki said good-bye to his mother and walked into school, only to be met by smiling guys. The rushed to him and started babbling.

"You will NEVER guess what happened yesterday, Yuki. You know Kioria? As it turns out we were wrong. All those things we said about her weren't true. But it doesn't matter, does it? No one cares anyway…"

"Dude… we are driving to Kyoto after school. You are so coming."

"That game you let me borrow was awesome. Tell me you have more games like that!"

"…"

Yuki assumed that these were his friends. He had non-cursed friends! He recognized these guys as Miro, Hume, and Keichoru.

He had friends. The thought was unimaginable – he thought he would never have friends because he would have to tell them about the curse! These guys were a bit shady from what he heard at school, but to him it didn't matter.

"Yuki, baby!"

Yuki shook off his friends' comments and turned to see a girl he knew, Midori, running up to him. He knew this girl because there was talk around the school about her being a bit slow. He of course really didn't care what people said about girls, because he knew that girls were targets and mostly everything that was said wasn't true. But he knew that there was an exception to every rule, and she was the exception.

She had a very womanly body, and had a tight-fitting uniform to show it off better. Her skirt was pulled up a bit too high and she wore very dark eye make up, which made her hazel eyes contrast starkly against her face. Her hair was very straight and fell in small brown and red sections that varied in length from her chin to mid torso. It was black at the roots, meaning that it had been dyed. She was very beautiful, and she possessed an air of mystery and enchantment.

Yuki smiled and said politely, "Ohayo gozaimasu, Midori."

He turned to walk in the other direction, but he stopped when he felt her arms around his chest. Damn…was his last thought before he braced himself for the transformation.

"Yuki, are you fine? You are actin' weird." Midori peered around his chest and gazed up into his face, eyes twinkling. Yuki's expression was confused. Somehow he managed to contort his face so that his eyebrows were scrunched together with one eyebrow raised. He carefully opened the eye underneath the raised eyebrow, squinting the other eye more, and looked at her. He realized then that he was still human. Images rushed back to him from that morning, when he hugged his mother. He had forgotten that he hadn't transformed then. Maybe it's when I hug guys now, he thought, then walked over to a male teacher and hugged him. Nothing happened.

"Why do I not transform? What is going on!"

"Um, Sohma, do you need to go to the clinic?"

"Um… no sir, I am just a bit…"

"Drunk is all, Yuki hun. I will see you at lunch, when you are more sober," Midori said. She smiled and walked down the hallway, making sure to swing her hips a bit.

"You drink, Sohma?"

"Not at all, sir. I have never touched an alcoholic drink in my life."

"What was that all about, then?"

"Oh, she doesn't normally see me like this, I guess. I am just a bit confused about my current situation. Actually, I think that's an understatement. Nothing is the way it used to be. But my problems shouldn't concern you."

"Well, okay. Get to class."

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Yuki had problems the entire day.

"Are you cheating, Sohma? You are unusually smart today."

The class laughed. Yuki blushed and said, "No, I'm not cheating; I wouldn't do anything like that."

"Yeah, right. Who knows the answer to number five? Okay, put your hand down, Sohma, if you don't know the answer. Anyone else?"

Yuki was the only one with his hand raised. He was baffled at the teacher's behavior toward him. She was acting like he was a problem student!

"I know the correct answer." Yuki raised his hand higher and cocked his head to the side, waiting for the teacher to call him.

The teacher rolled her eyes. "Okay, Sohma, what do you have?"

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I couldn't believe how this teacher was treating me. Like I was some sort of troublemaker!

It took a while to find the right class, since I apparently didn't have the same classes anymore. I had to walk around and find people who were in my classes. I was lucky that I had the same first period.

After that fiasco, I went to the office and got a copy of my schedule. The schedule was not like my old one. I wasn't taking debate classes anymore – I was taking… shop? What the hell! I found out that I was only in one of Tohru's classes also.

I couldn't figure out what was going on. Tohru acted like I had never talked to her before – she didn't even say hi to me in the hallways. And when you combine that with everything else – the drug and alcohol references, the girls, the grades, the reputation with the teachers – you would have thought I was a terrible person. But I knew that I wasn't a terrible person.

After school, everything was so confusing – my brain was piled with new information. It scared me. As it turned out, I was somehow going out with the school's most notorious whore AND cheating on her; I was friends with a bunch of skater boy drug addicts, which didn't bother me at first; and I still had heard nothing about Kyo, Haru, or Momijii. I hadn't even seen any of them.

Girls cornered me the entire day. It took every ounce of my energy to avoid situations like that. Lunch was also a problem. Everyone wanted me to sit with him or her. I ended up sitting with some people from the student government. Boy, I remember how that conversation went.

Escaping the clutches of a group of people, Yuki walked over to the student government table, carrying his tray.

"Hi, everyone. When is our next meeting?" Yuki sat down.

"Sohma, you aren't in the student government."

"Yes I am. I help you set up fundraisers and…"

"No, you aren't. You have never even talked to us before now."

"Well…can I at least sit at the table?"

"On the edge there."

Yuki ended up walking home alone. He had refused his "friends" for a good reason. He needed to be alone to think. Then he remembered that he was supposed to live at his parent's house. Upon remembering this, Yuki threw up his hands and went in the direction of the park.

He sat on a bench and took out his homework. The wind shifted and rustled the trees, making a satisfying whispery sound. Leaves swirled around the bench he was sitting at. Yuki continued to write, absently working through math problems, still thinking about the day.

Meanwhile, something watched him from a distance. "Don't worry, Yuki Sohma. I will enlighten you."

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Well, that was chapter three. Tell me if you like the point of view changes. If not I will just stick with my usual. I found that I am better at writing point of view stories, even though I tend to switch point of view in the middle of a chapter :)

Review and tell me what you think so far.

-Amu-