Wow… people at my school suck. There so retarded and mean. I hate them all. Okay not all of them cause I like my friends and stuff but I mean like the mean "popular people". I also am annoyed anyone who is against my two braids. I've had the same hair style since 5th grade, I'm not gonna change it anytime soon. Today wasn't a good day…

Disclaimer- I am the most anti- Sano person you will ever have the pleasure of reading a story by and if I owned Hana-Kimi just think about the changes there would be…

Mizuki didn't want to stop at that one kiss when Sano pulled away. She smiled at him and kissed him again. She could tell he was surprised her persistence. He could tell that something was different.

She wanted more; she wanted to sleep with him. But this time, she wanted to do it right. Izumi wasn't responding in the way she would have liked him too. He kept constantly having to pull away from her.

He was trying but the pain was too much and he couldn't do anything about it. For a moment she actually cared about his well being but then that compassion was gone, only to be replaced with complete lust.

She started to tug at his clothing. He finally knew where she was going and had mixed opinions. He wanted her, he always had. There would be nothing that he would like better then to have her right then at that moment but he knew he shouldn't. He knew that he had to stop.

"Mizuki, we can't to this." He forced the words out of his mouth. In his mind he knew that the girl he knew so much would have blushed at her relentlessness. But she didn't. Her face stayed calm and undeterred. (Undeterred? Is that the right word?)

"Why not?" She asked finally cocking her head to the side. She was looking extremely seductive, slowly unbuttoning her shirt. He bit his lip. Her vest was in full view and her hands moved to the viper but then he stopped her from showing him what he wanted to see.

He couldn't even look at her. He felt like some perverted kid caught watching porno. "I can't do this. My ribs hurt too much." 'They do hurt. I hope she doesn't know that that's not the only reason.' He thought.

"I'll be really gentle Sano. I won't hurt you. I could never do that to you baby." Even though her words didn't mean too they stung him like a whip. Her hands slowly moved to in-between his legs and then he finally shook his head and got out of bed.

She looked shocked as he stood by the bed, back facing her. His hands were clutching his rib cage in a protective fashion. She could hear him breathing heavily. Her mind suddenly jumped to hateful conclusions.

'He doesn't want me!' she thought with venom. 'He only likes girls that don't want him. He's scarred. Apparently he can only sleep with girls who are unwilling.' All that love that she was feeling disappeared yet again.

Before he could find the words to say to her she had already buttoned up her shirt and left. She was cold; she was so cold in the way she looked at him upon leaving. He wanted to follow but he knew his body's limits at the moment.

Unlike the old Mizuki, she didn't go somewhere to cry. She went to the hospitals garden and sat on a park bench. She only had anger left within her. All her other emotions had been used up in the past. There was nothing left except for her constant anger.

She was angry at Sano for forcing her to sleep with her and then refusing her days later. She was angry at Kagurazaka for being born in the first place. She was angry at Nakatsu for not being there for her. She found herself with an excuse to be angry at everyone that she had ever known in her entire life.

She didn't sleep that night. It might have been the insomnia but she found herself in the bad part of town that was still awake, even at 3 in the morning. She found herself entering a bar filled to the capacity with people.

She pushed herself through the crowd of people and to the bar. The bar tender raised an eyebrow at her appearance. "Aren't school boys supposed to be in there dorms by now?" she asked pouring her a drink.

"I'm no boy." Mizuki said with a sneer. For her first time in Japan someone had actually mistaken her for a man but she didn't care anymore. It was time for her to return to her original gender for once.

"So what's with the uniform?" the place looked crowded and Mizuki wasn't sure why the only bartender in the place was stopping to chat to her. "It's my ex's. I thought I'd take it after the way he dumped me the way he did."

The bartender seemed impressed. "The names Mia." She introduced herself. "I'm guessing that you don't have anyone to go home to?" Mizuki shook her head. "Not in this country." Mia nodded. "I own this place. If you got no place to stay I can give you a job and the apartment upstairs."

Even the new angry Mizuki seemed shocked at this. Her mouth dropped a little. "Well that's an attractive face." Mia teased. "What do you say?" Mizuki nodded in agreement. There was no way in hell anyone could make he go back to Osaka. There was no man that could get her to go back without a nig fight.

"I'm Mizuki." The bartender nodded. "As you probably already noticed we're packed here. "Can you start now?" Mizuki nodded and climbed over the counter. "It's a really easy job. All you have to do it give the customers the drinks they order. I keep it really organized behind the counter. It's really not that hard to catch on. You'll be a pro in no time."

Mia starred at Mizuki for a moment. "Well aren't you a little under developed." She teased. Mizuki looked down and remembered her vest was still on. "Oh, I'm not really like this. Where's the bathroom?" the owner of the bar pointed to a door nearby the counter.

"I'll be right back!" she shouted entering it. She quickly unbuttoned her shirt and pulled of the vest. She put her shirt back on in record time. She tied the ends in a not just above her belly button feeling too lazy to tuck it into her pants.

When she got back out Mia gave her a look of confusion but then just returned to filling people's orders. Mizuki, as Mia had said, become a pro in an extremely short amount of time. In just a few weeks she was pouring drinks almost as well as the other tenders she worked with.

She never once thought back about the people that she was angry at or the classes she was missing. She was happy again. She loved the people she worked with, she loved where she lived, and she loved how it felt to openly be a girl again.

But people in this place didn't reefer to her as a girl, she was a full grown woman in there eyes. But she wasn't the original her who was extremely naive and optimistic. Nor was she the angry her who had only existed for a few weeks. She was a new version of herself.

She was a strong person who no longer needed other people to save her. She was the beautiful soul that not too many people had ever envisioned working in a bar with drunken men hitting on her constantly. She also wasn't embarrassed by all the stupid things that had mad her turn bright red before. She liked this part of her. She wanted it to survive until the rest of her days were gone. This was the type of person who she wanted to be.

She never looked back on those people who had meant so much to her in the past. She thought she would give them the decency of the mind to call in her official drop out of Osaka high. Never once did she think that a year later her past would finally catch up with her.

Well that's something even I didn't see coming. In the next chapter I promise to write more about the new people in her life and stuff like that. The next chapter might be delayed a bit because I'm writing a script for my friend's horror film but I'll try!