I slowly stepped down the cold, hard stairs to enter a dim room. There were rows of cushion seats, and a little light had been left at the front.

The music room.

I could feel a strong presence coming from here, one that I had never felt before. So strong that I could have probably felt it miles and miles away.

Great. Just great.

The first day at Eitoku University and I already feel something abnormal.

I shudder to think what will come the second day.

My Adidas sneakers hardly formed a noise, and my eyes darted around like a bullet, checking to see if anything was going to jump out and leap at me.

Okay, you're probably thinking I'm being paranoid, since this WAS Eitoku University we're talking about.

But you never know these sorts of things. And I know from past experience that things do tend to hurdle at you, whether you like it or not. Many many bones were broken after that, and it was SO not fun at all.

I think I'll try to keep my body the way it is now, thank you very much.

"What are you doing here?" A cold, familiar voice snapped through my thoughts as I sat down on the cool piano bench.

Even without turning my head from the black and white keys, it was obvious who that voice belonged too. Yeah, you see, it's not really that easy to forget the sound of a wintry and aloof voice, especially if they belonged to cute guys.

I know, I know. I'm helpless, aren't I?

Hey, give me a break here. I'm 20 years old and dateless. Try to imagine the state of position I'm in.

I tilted my head towards him a little, and raised my eyebrows slightly. "Last time I checked, the music room belonged to everyone."

His expression twitched for a second or so, and I could feel his eyes gazing onto me.

Okay, I tried to ignore it. I really did. I mean, guys checking me out, or looking at me, was SUCH an improvement. But hey, after 10 minutes of that, I finally snapped.

Can you blame me? I felt all conscious of every movement that I make, so I didn't move at all. Who WOULDN'T crack?

Fine, probably models, since they were probably used to having to pose. But I'm not trained to be someone prancing around in Chanels and Armanis on stage, so… erm… yeah. You get my drift.

"Hey, stop staring."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his mouth move a little into an amused expression. And it was quite nice actually. The first time I've seen that guy smile, or attempt to, at least.

So I turned my head towards him, and stared straight into those distant and mysterious eyes. We looked at each other for quite a long time, actually… until the bell rang.

And it was SUCH a magical moment too. I blinked... like a hundred times at the sound of the sudden bell, and finally snapped out of our little staring contest.

DAMN SCHOOL BELL!

Urgh, it is… WAS, one of the best times in like 10 years with a guy that's not like 30 years older then me, a.k.a Sensei, and it was ruined in a spilt second by a stupid loud bell.

I officially hate them, starting today.

The damage was done though, and there was nothing I could do about it. Gathering up my bag, I quickly hoisted it onto my shoulder, and started to step right back up the stairs.

"Um… see you next time," I said uncertainly. He didn't say anything, but it seemed to me that he nodded slightly.

Well, it's an improvement, at least.

I slowly walked out of the room as the last tones of the bell echoed. Suddenly, I felt something hard. Not physically, but emotionally. And it didn't come from somebody… somebody with a beating heart, at least. I bit my lip until I felt warm liquid spreading towards the inside of my lips.

Hatred. It was a powerful hatred… no, love. Strong love… Jealousy and painful sadness. I could feel my heart aching, as if getting gripped tightly by a fist. I shook my head wildly, trying to snap out of it. Abruptly, my eyes burned hotly and my head seemed to explode. The scenario shifted as gray images slowly fading clearer. I saw the back of a guy, staring at a woman's body that was on a bed. The woman… was lovely. There was no other way to explain it, except that she was beautiful. Simply beautiful. Her eyes were shut tightly, and I could see a dry trail of tears of her porcelain face.

"DON'T GO! SHIZUKA! I NEED YOU!" he screamed aloud.

"AH!" My visions shifted back to the familiar sightings of Eitoku University. A pair of strong arms held my shoulders tightly, and my eyes were staring at a red shirt of a man… apparently, a well-built man. I could feel drops of sweat dripping down my face, and my hands were all clammy and cold.

"Hey, you okay?" The gentle face of Mimasaka Akira looked into my deep eyes, and it looked genuinely concerned.

Gasping for breath, as if I was suffocated, I could feel my mouth forming into a small smile.

"Yeah… yeah, I'm fine," I answered him. Yeah, I was as fine as hell. I was cold all over, and yet sweating like a pig, my hair was probably all sticky from the sweat, my head felt as if a iron hammer had dropped down on it, I had a million questions about the vision I just had, and I was suddenly very VERY aware that I probably looked constipated or something.

Oh, I was completely fine.

Though I don't think I got him convinced, since his arms were still on my shoulders and he was still looking at me with worry. Oh, and the fact that as soon as I started to try to remove his hands from me, I could see darkness slowly creeping to my eyes… and I blacked out.

The next thing I knew, I was on a bed and a guy was bending over me.

… So I did what any girl would have done if she was in my position.

"PERVERT!" I yelled out and gathering up what little strength I had left, I slapped him.

Of course, it was AFTER I slapped him that I gained back my conscience. I felt my clothes still intact… and I saw who I slapped.

It was that leader guy… the guy called Tsukasa.

And from what I could see, he was in shock as my handprint left a huge red mark on his handsome face.

… whoops.

Mimasaka Akira and Soujiro was evidently, also in shock too as they looked at me, and then him, and then me again.

Suddenly, they started cracking up… very very loudly. I could see Tsukasa's jaw tighten as he snapped out of his astonishment and looked at his two friends. Apparently, he didn't seem to find it funny at all.

Gee, I wonder why.

"Um…" I started to speak hesitantly, "… sorry?"

Tsukasa straightened up and glared down at me. "And WHY did you slap me?"

I started to laugh nervously as I twiddled my thumbs. "Um… yeah, see. I thought you were trying to erm… 'touch' me, so… yeah." I glanced up at him hopefully and grinned apprehensively.

What I said seemed to be hilarious to Akira and Soujiro, for they continued to laugh harder, if that was even possible. Okay, it didn't help the situation at all, really.

Tsukasa continued to stare down at me though. It seemed as if I was getting going to get into, yet, another staring contest.

Soujiro was finally able to stop for a second or two, and between gasping for breaths, he said, "Tsukasa, a womanizer? He BLUSHES at the mentioning of… of…"

I could see he wasn't going to finish his sentence, for he started getting into a laughing fit again. But I had a pretty strong impression of what he was going to say. It was kind of obvious.

I was starting to get a little bit defensive. I mean, come on!

"Hey, quit it," I said tensely. "You can't BLAME me for what I did. I did what any other girl would have done. It was SO not my fault. I didn't know what he was bending over me for. And I didn't even really see who it was. And I was still a little unconscious. And… and… and…" I continued to babble on and on with the 'ands' until Tsukasa interrupted me.

"I was bending over you to put a towel on your forehead. Excuse me for trying to be nice," he said angrily. I lowered my eyes to his hands, where I could see him clutching a wet purple towel.

… double whoops.

"Heh heh…" I rather said nervously. "Um… sorry again."

He rolled his eyes at me and turned towards the laughing jokers. "You two want to get hit?" he barked out loud.

Amazingly, it shut them up. Not instantly, but it eventually did.

"So… where am I and why am I here?" I questioned Akira.

He combed his hair back with his hands and looked at me. "You fainted. What was I going to do? Leave you on the ground?"

"… yeah?" I answered him back, but then, I was suddenly very alert of the fact that in order for him to bring me into this unknown place, he had to carry me. CARRY ME. I could feel my cheeks blush at the idea, but the three guys seemed to be oblivious to it. Probably used to having girls blushing at their presence or something.

Akira rolled his eyes and smiled. "So what happened?"

"I…" I started to speak, but then clamped my mouth shut. So I had a vision, a weird one, in fact. But that wasn't what was on my mind. I mean, if you went to a school for the 'gifted' and is the adopted daughter of a great master of magic… you'd get used to some strange stuff that goes around. I've SEEN weirder things happen before, after all.

But what WAS on my mind was about the vision. Because the guy that had his back to me… it was someone I knew. A particularly CUTE guy with a voice I wouldn't… couldn't forget.

And the woman… the woman who lay on frilly silk bed. Who WAS she?

"… I was just tired," I responded back to Akira lamely. These three didn't need to know about what I saw, however handsome they were.

He raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing me. But he didn't say anything about it more, and started to introduce himself again.

"We haven't been properly introduced," he said. "Well, we have… but you didn't seem to notice. I'm Mi -."

"Yeah, I remember. Mimasaka Akira," I interrupted.

Soujiro stepped forward and bowed.

Boy, these people sure are polite... even though Soujiro called me innocent and naïve. Yeah, see… I still can't forget about that.

"I'm Nishikado Soujiro," he presented.

"How can I forget?" I said edgily. "The guy who pronounced me 'innocent and naïve'.

He started chuckling heartily again and folded his arms across his chest. "You're not going to forget that, are you?"

"Hm…" I pretended to ponder with sarcasm. "No."

"And that guy over there," he pointed to Tsukasa, "has the nastiest temper out of all of us, so watch out. He's Doumyouji Tsukasa."

Nastiest temper? Pity for such a cute guy… but I suppose his looks make up for it. And he didn't seem to be the angry type to me... I mean, trying to put a towel on my forehead was a pretty nice thing to do. And he didn't seem to explode when I slapped him for nothing.

"We're called F4."

I looked at him in questioning. "The other guy that was with you… he's the fourth member, right? What's his name?"

Akira widen his eyes a little bit and started grinning widely. "Why so interested?" he chirped.

I sighed in exasperation. "… Shut up," I chided him, but then immediately regret it. Yeah, shut up. Great comeback, Tsukushi. Very witty. Telling someone to shut up.

"Hanazawa Rui," Akira replied. "But you know, if you wanted to ask someone something, being polite is usually the best way to get an answer back," he said with mock hurt in his voice.

I didn't bother to answer him back, for I was too busy playing the name over and over again in my head and wondering. WHY was Hanazawa Rui in my vision?

-

After all my years of experience ever since I was a little child, I've found out that the best way to get straight answers was just to ask them directly to the people involved. And hey, if they didn't want to answer it or even lied about it, I would just resort to Plan B.

Beating it out of them.

You can't BLAME me for using this plan, I mean, it's worked for quite a while. I always got straight answers after, and that's the important thing. And come on! The people I've beat the answers out of were either A) Highly or evilly involved and/or B) A murderer themselves.

Thus, you can't really blame me, since this logic made completely sense to me. No error, no false.

Therefore, I've never been in this situation before. I mean, in a situation where I have to ask Hanazawa Rui's three friends some questions and can't beat answers out of them. It was kind of annoying, actually, this new kind of technique. But whatever. I can't hit these three guys, since I don't even know what I'm even dealing with! So they're innocent… for now.

Oh, and there was the little fact that I've never beaten guys as cute as them before… and they might try to hit back. Looking at the way they're built, I'll say that if one of their punches reaches your face, you'd pretty much get knocked out.

So there I was, still sitting on the bed and wondering about the vision when a new idea suddenly just popped inside my head. I mean, Hanazawa Rui's three friends were obviously close to him since they formed a little club called "F4"… which probably meant "Friend 4" or something.

And come on! They were in front of me, waiting for someone to speak up or something.

Talk about perfect timing.

"So… erm..." I cleared my throat and decided to start introducing myself first. I had just realized that they didn't even know my name and I didn't bother to tell them. "I'm Makino Tsukushi," I said in this false cheery voice.

"We know," Soujiro said nonchalantly.

I blinked as this slowly began to take in. "Oh…" I didn't bother wondering where they got this information. For one thing, they probably went to the office and charmed the secretary with their deadly handsome looks and bribed her to give them my information.

… Though I don't know why they bothered to know my name. And as far as I know, the secretary is like 40 years older then them, so… ew.

People really CAN resort to whatever way possible to get what they want.

Talk about disgusting.

Okay, fine. I probably shouldn't be talking, since I decide to beat answers out of people. But hey, this really isn't the point!

"So what does F4 mean?" I asked, attempting to start another conversation, since the first one I tried obviously failed… horribly.

"Flower 4," Akira said nonchalantly as he swoop his hair back again.

… FLOWER 4? FLOWER 4? I mean, come on! What, were they suppose to be feminine guys or something? Whoever in their group made that name up must have been pretty out of it, as far as I can tell.

I coughed, attempting to cover my snickering at their name. After all, I still had to ask them some questions.

Thankfully, they didn't seem to realize it and Soujiro went and poured me a glass of water.

"Here you go," he said as he handed me the cup.

"Erm…. Thanks," I muttered as I took it in my hands. "By the way, this might seem a bit out of topic, but I met the Hanazawa Rui guy in the music room earlier… and… and I was wondering if he is always like that," I babbled quickly.

Tsukasa looked at me weirdly. "Like what?"

"I mean… like… distant, aloof… cold…."

For some reason, the three guys looked at each other darkly before turning back to me.

"Well… yeah," Akira said. "He's like that ever since we were little… but…" His voice died down as he started to stare at the ground.

"Things just happened lately and he got worse," Tsukasa said abruptly.

"Oh…" I said in a small voice. "Erm… Sorry."

Soujiro started to open his mouth and say something, but I never knew what he wanted to say, for at that moment, people started screaming loudly outside of the room.

"What the," Akira began as I jumped right out of the bed.

Which I regretted immediately because it turned out that my headache wasn't gone. In fact, I think it just gone up a notch.

Ouch.

But whatever, I'm used to these things. Yup, that's me. Makino Tsukushi, always on alert.

Anyways, me and the three guys quickly ran out of the room… where we saw a people crowding around a single girl… a familiar girl, I might add.

Yeah, remember the girl with the nose like Michael Jackson's?

It was her and she was screaming her head off. It seemed like a force was pulling her by the way, and I could see streaks of tears running down her face.

GREAT.

Might I add this is my FIRST DAY AT EITOKU UNIVERSTIY? Way to let a girl live, don't you agree?

I swore under my breath because the "force" turned out to be a woman ghost. Of course, others saw only an invisible force. A ghost to Yuui, people like us, look normal. We can touch them and see them like we can touch and see normal people, so you might be wondering how I could tell "she" is a ghost. To tell the truth, I… or Yuui just do. It's like how you know two plus two equals four. It's just one of the many things that we learn at Kijutsu University. Telling a ghost from a human.

I started clenching my fists and stared straight at the ghost… until I suddenly remembered something and I gasped.

The ghost looked just like the Shizuka girl from my vision. I felt my eyes widen with shock just as she turned her attention to Yuriko to me and smirked.

I glared at her.

"Let her go," I sent the message to her in my head. Another one of my powers, telepathy. Extraordinary, no?

"Aww… why? I'm just having fun with her."

Just then, Soujiro ran towards Yuriko, brushing past me slightly. He seemed to get the hint that something was dragging her hair. Even though he looked like a fool, he punched his fist right at the so-called "invisible" air… right on her face.

Whoa, talk about right on target.

However, the ghost Shizuka didn't to find it a good thing that it was right on target. In fact, she screeched loudly in pain and let go of Yurkio's hair. Glowering at him, her eyes started to burn a fiery red, and I could see fire lightening up from her hands.

Even though everyone couldn't see the ghost except me, they could DEFINITELY see two balls of fire floating in the air, heading straight at Soujiro.

"NO!" I yelled loudly, and sprinted with all my might straight at Soujiro, pushing him down on the ground.

Shizuka stopped, and fixed a stare at me.

"You'll pay, my little friend," she said in an icy voice.

"Don't call me little," I whispered fiercely. "What are you doing here?"

She smiled wickedly, and started flying away quickly. I swore under breath a few colorful words and started to run after her.

"Eh, Makino Tsukushi! Where are you going?" Tsukasa yelled after me.

I continued running without replying, staring straight at Shizuka.

What do you expect? I'm impatient and hated not getting answers.

I guess it's just her unlucky day meeting Makino Tsukushi.

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A/N: Erm… yeah. Sorry for not updating so long. ;;

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- S.Y