Me: My dear reviewers who have been so patient with me….

(Horde of angry reviewers)

Me: ;; Please don't kill me. I'm innocent. Blame Angy!

Angevar: What?

Me: Well, this was your fault. If you hadn't lost the flashdisk...

Angevar: That's no reason for getting me skewered by the angry horde.

Me: Sadly, some sacrifices must be made.

Angevar: (mutters) Friends to the end, my ass….

DISCLAIMER: Not yours, not mine. Just call it stalemate, k?

JadesRose: Yeah, well. I've gathered sayings for this story because they pertain to the story in a odd way. Plus, in Hellsing is the quote master! (grins)

Dragi: Sorry this took so long. I have problems with my house and school.

Ms Hobgoblin: An all out war! See for yourself!

FireieGurl: It will be Tyka in the end. But I'm not guaranteeing any happy endings, so cross your fingers girl!

Mieco: This is the power of AU. Anything and everything can happen here. So expect future AUs from moi!

Keri Arishima: Even that much is appreciated. Really.

Ying of Year 3000: It gets confusing later on. But ask if you ever get lost, k?

Xiao-Mao: I get the hint. Continuing!

Chapter Two: Flash

'You actually came here for your petty revenge?'

---Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing: Hellsing

Ten…nine…eight….seven…six…five…four…three….two…one!

RING!!!!!!!!!!

Tyson groaned and Kenny whooped for joy.

"I swear Kenny, you're the only kid who counts the minutes left for school to start!" Tyson grumbled, shouldering his backpack and helping to carry Kenny's briefcase. Hell, it should be called a suitcase, considering how much it weighed.

"Sue me for liking academics," Kenny said shrugging.

"In this country, I think I can just do that," Tyson said silkily and then laughed at the horror struck expression on Kenny's face, "I'm joking!"

Kenny visibly relaxed, "Thank God!" He said fervently.

Tyson smiled and ruffled Kenny's hair, "Whatever. We're going to be late for class Chief."

"Coming!" Kenny said, struggling with his briefcase. Tyson sighed and picked it up, "You coming?" He growled.

Kenny sweatdropped, "Right!"

(O)

They came on time luckily. Tyson slouched back on his seat while Kenny opened up his laptop.

"Good morning!"

Tyson didn't even blink, "Yo Diz."

"Tyson, you get hunkier by the day!"

"Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment, coming from you," Tyson said, shifting slightly in his seat.

Kenny cleared his throat, "Um Dizzi, if you're done flirting with Tyson, can we get on with it?"

"But flirting with Tyson is fun!" The laptop whined.

"Kenny, shut your laptop before I do."

Kenny sweatdropped and closed it. He sighed, "I was hoping to find out more about the new exchange student from Japan."

"Isn't that classified?" Now Tyson's interest had piqued, "Kenny, I would have never pegged you to be a rule-breaker," He dramatically placed a hand over his chest, "What has this world come to?!"

Kenny flushed heavily, "It's just that…"

"Just what?" Tyson must admit, seeing Kenny embarrassed is great fun. The brunette works hard at keeping his cool.

"…I'm curious…" Kenny admitted, "I heard his surname."

Tyson opened his eyes, "What is it?"

"It's Hiwatari."

Tyson was wide awake now, "Hiwatari?!"

Kenny nodded, "Yeah, as in 'The Hiwataris'"

Something nauseous and unpleasant seemed to lodge itself in Tyson's stomach.

Tyson fought to maintain a blank face, "So?" He tried to seem completely non-interested.

"It's just…why would a Hiwatari come all the way from Japan to America, only to end up studying in a public school? It doesn't make sense," Kenny said frowning.

Indeed it didn't, Tyson thought silently. A Hiwatari here…Tala must be informed of this.

Kenny blinked and shook his head, "Anyway, we'll find out soon enough. Here comes Mr. Bright."

Mr Bright, a kindly old man enough except for the bad habit of shoving down Christian principles down unsuspecting students' throats.

"We have an exchange student with us today," At the words 'exchange students' the class had become unusually quiet and girls pricked their ears, "He's from Okinawa, Japan and his name is Kai Hiwatari. Treat him well. Oh, and Tyson?"

Tyson stood up, fear and apprehension churning from inside of him, "Yes Sir?"

"Since you're Japanese as well, why don't you show him around, ok?"

Tyson gulped. He would rather not, but since it was a direct request, he had absolutely no choice, "Yes sir."

Mr. Bright nodded, "All right. You may come in now Mr. Hiwatari."

A pale youth with burning auburn eyes and blue triangles tattoos entered the room. His face was calm and completely clear of any emotion whatsoever. He had duel hair that came in shades of blue and his eyes roamed throughout the classroom as if he was…looking for someone. Then those burning pinpricks of flame settled on Tyson. Tyson swallowed hard and kept his face still and empty.

"Kai, why don't you introduce yourself?" Mr Bright offered.

"What's the point? You've already told them my name and I think that would suffice, wouldn't you agree Mr Bright?" Kai drawled out as he fastened his eyes on Mr. Bright.

"If you feel that way, then please take a seat," Mr Bright said, not fazed at all by Kai's answer.

Kai walked up to Tyson and slid into the empty seat next to him.

Tyson groaned.

It was going to be a long day.

(O)

"Umm…Kai?" Tyson hesitantly came up to him, "I'm supposed to show you around."

Tyson felt completely jittery. Probably because this is the first actual Japanese person he's met since he came to America.

Also, the name Hiwatari. Tala had warned him about the Hiwataris. Called them no-good clans-who-kill-for-fun. Tyson never questioned him, he always have trusted Tala, but for Tala to condemn anyone is pretty phenomenal.

Are they really that bad? Tyson wondered. Tala may have a personal vendetta, but still…

"Kai?" Tyson waved a hand in front of his face, not seeing reaction whatsoever, "Anyone in there?"

Nothing. Maybe he's dead, Tyson thought sarcastically.

Finally Kai opened an eye to stare at Tyson blandly.

"Oh, it's you," He said, disgruntled.

Tyson cocked an eyebrow and wished school rules didn't prevent him from killing the cocky bastard, "Get off your ass Hiwatari," He grated out, "Otherwise, if you get lost, then don't sue me."

"I won't get lost," Kai said smugly, "I was born with an amazing sense of direction."

Oh, will the Lords have mercy!

Tyson growled and indiscreetly shoved Kai out of his seat. Kai found himself dumped unceremoniously on the ground and scowled, "What's your problem?" He growled.

"Get up," Tyson said coolly, "Otherwise when you get lost, it's your ass on the line. This school's pretty strict, rich boy, so bribing ain't gonna work here."

Kai scowled again, but got up, "Lead the way," He said like a man heading for a movie he didn't want to watch. Tyson could throttle him. He didn't want to be here either, but at least Kai could make things a little easier for him.

"Fine," He replied, his blue eyes unreadable.

As they walked along the corridor, it was Kai who entered through the spirit of conversation, "Kinomiya…I've heard that name before."

Tyson wished the floor would swallow him. Damn Tala and the cause!

"It's a common enough name," He replied.

"True," Kai amended, "But…" He trailed off in a smirk, "Nah, you can't be A Kinomiya. You look like someone we could pass off the street."

Tyson bit his tongue. Impulsiveness wasn't going to give him points in this situation and he damn well knew it.

"Whatever Hiwatari," Tyson said, "I couldn't care less if you were the Sultan of Baghdad. As far as I know, you'll still be a snob."

Kai's eyes glinted, "You're making me angry." He stated softly.

"And I'm terrified," Tyson gave out a bitter laugh, "Really I am. But get someone else to play uke for you. 'Cause it ain't hell me."

"……..You still have your Japanese accent," Kai commented, his burning eyes glowing like a steady fire.

Somehow, that sentence struck Tyson with a chord of uncertainty, "I don't have anything left of Japan except my voice. And I'm not going to loose it to get a lousy American accent." His voice trembled while saying this.

Kai unconsciously took note of the tremor and smirked (can he smile? Tyson thought irritably), "Yes, and losing your heritage is such a sore loss isn't it?"

Tyson lost it. Kai's condescending tone cut through whatever thread-bare strings of temper he was grasping tightly. Blue eyes blazing, he punched Kai in the face.

Kai went down hard, his hand fluttering to his jaw. A trickle of red traced his cheek, "Bastard!" He spat out.

"Watch your tongue Hiwatari," Tyson said with equal venom, but left harshness, "Because you're not in your precious Japan anymore. You're in my territory and if I were you, I would sleep warily tonight. Good bye."

With a majestic sweeping gesture, Tyson left Kai sitting there completely blank and allowed himself a private smile.

Sleep Hiwatari, sleep well.