:runs up: HuzZAH! I have kept up the legacy of one chapter per week! I'm glad to hear that you guys like meh story; I hope you all will like the rest . And Kristen.... man that name sounds so familiar and I can't—put—my---finger on it. :tries to poke the name with meh finger: Tell me where I know you from! I can't stand suspense!

On her way back to the apartment, Kiseki couldn't help but pull out the card once more to gaze at it. The holofoil upon the picture shined out rather brightly at her, making her look up to see that the sun was steadily making its way through the clouds to shine out over the city. She smiled up at it, before looking back down at the card and smiling even wider. Slipping it carefully back into its place, she inhaled the air and sped up her pace. When the apartment came into view she nearly ran up the stairs and it took her about a minute before she could insert the key into the lock with a hand shaking from excitement. Though, as she was turning it, something wiped the smile off her face and her hand paused in its furtive movement as she leaned forward to press an ear quietly against the door. Her eyes narrowed as she began to understand some of the words that were now being shouted.

"...don't know why you didn't think of that before!" her mother's voice trailed out.

"I was more concerned about us having things to live with, Takai! It's not like we can't go out for breakfast!" her father yelled back.

A loud thump reached her ear, meaning someone had just slammed their hands down upon a surface in anger. "I wanted to make an elaborate breakfast for our first morning in Domino, Korosu," said her mother, her voice shaking slightly. "What kind of a memory will we have if we decide to go to some run-down old pancake house on our first day in this Godforsaken country?"

Kiseki closed her eyes in frustration and turned the key the rest of the way and opened up the door as her father was in the middle of his retaliation. "It will be an elegant restaurant if that'll make you—" He cut off at seeing Kiseki and immediately straightened up, his usually pale face slightly flushed. "Ah, you're back! How was your walk, sweetie?"

"Fine," sighed Kiseki, keeping a tight hold on her purse rather than dropping it to the floor as she usually did. She glanced at the both of them. "You know, it's still only about 9:20, I'm sure I can just walk to the grocery store about 3 blocks away and get what ever you need, mom."

Her parents looked at each other with looks that suggested they felt rather stupid when she made the remark. Takai looked back at her. "Oh it's fine, honey, we'll go out and get it. You can stay here and enjoy your morning, though do you think you could show us where it is?"

Kiseki nodded and walked past the living room futon upon which she had slept (still unfolded and not made), continuing through the sliding door and out onto the balcony. She leaned over the edge, squinting down the street, and then pointed to a little red shop when her mother came up behind her.

"Ah, good, that's not too far," Takai said, before taking a look around at the view from the little porch. "Wow, this is amazing, Kiseki; you can see everything!"

She turned to Takai. "Actually I was hoping that I could make this part of my room or something, mom," she said, smiling and clasping her hands in front of her. "You know, just so that when I paint I don't get messes all over the carpet like I did in the last house."

Her mother laughed. "Of course, sweetie, but the only thing I ask is that you take good care of it so that when we come out every now and then to look outside, we won't need to fight to get to the edge."

The girl agreed before Takai gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked back inside the apartment to get ready. Kiseki sighed happily, turning to once again lean over the edge of the railing, gazing at the KC building, which now shined brightly with the sunlight upon its surface.

Her parents returned a little later and her mother made the grandest breakfast Kiseki had ever seen in her entire life. Even though she felt full about halfway through, she kept eating and eating until her plate of delicious food was clean. Sitting back with a satisfied grunt, she patted her stomach and closed her eyes, savouring the last morsel in her mouth as did her parents.

"That was wonderful, Takai," said her father with a stifled belch. "Some of the best cooking I've ever tasted."

"Glad you enjoyed it, Korosu-kun," replied her mother, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek before standing up to take some dishes to the sink. Kiseki smiled and stood up as well with her plate, draining the last of her orange juice, giving another sigh when she felt the cool liquid washing down. After cleaning her plate, she realised how tired the food was making her feel and she laid down again on her futon, intending to take a short nap. She was asleep within minutes.

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With a grunt, Kiseki raised her head from the pillow, a little bit of drool trailing from it to the corner of her mouth. Hastily wiping it off, she glanced around and had to squint, for it was extremely dark. Pressing a little light on her watch, it read 10:45. Groaning, she rubbed a hand over her face and propped herself up on her elbows. Just great, she thought. The last day when I'd be worry free and I slept it off... all well, I might as well fall asleep and hope for the best tomorrow.

She got up, stretching, and walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth, pulling out a white spaghetti strap shirt and some light blue pajama bottoms in which to sleep. After she got changed, she walked back into the living room and decided to go out on the porch again for a little while.

As she stepped outside, the cool night air woke her up rather fast and she nearly gasped in the sudden rush of energy it gave her. She was so overwhelmed that it took her a few moments to realise that her art supplies were out there as well. A large easel stood near the railing, her little table covered in paint blots standing to the left of it. Her parents had even gone as far as to set up her wickerwork "couch", which was simply a sort of half sphere with a large, fluffy padding on it, in front of the easel. She smiled widely and went back inside to grab her purse and gently pull out the card from its pack, taking it back out and sitting cross-legged in her couch. For once, she actually stared at something other than the picture of the dragon and started trying to read the words and numbers toward the bottom of it. She could tell what the numbers were, but only a few of the Japanese characters were ones that she knew.

2600 attack.... 2300 defence.... She squinted at the bottom, as though that would help her to understand the unfamiliar words, but she could still only read about a third of them. Magic... add 300... graveyard... no defence... trap card... She gave up and set it down upon the little shelf at the bottom of her easel and sat back, angry with herself for not learning to read in the language as she studied. Of course, she knew how to speak fluently, she had just studied the language in Romaji, meaning she could only recognise most words if they were written with English letters. She glared a little bit at the tiny card and sighed, her eyes going above her easel to stare at the moon, for the clouds had cleared up by now. Though, she quickly noticed that her easel was in the way of her inspiration. As she rearranged it, the KC building loomed out, the sole window near the top alight once more. Kiseki sighed again and stared at it, coming to realise with a laugh that she would be painting it at some point; she sat still for nearly a half hour before going inside to fall asleep again. She had barely closed her eyes, it seemed, before she was rudely awakened.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

"Yah!" Kiseki jumped up and swung her fist out, knocking the obnoxious alarm clock to the floor; its loud noise died out when it hit the floor with a loud clunk. It took a few moments for Kiseki to realise what had just happened, her fist still out slightly as she sat, waiting for her breathing to calm down. She blinked and unclenched her hand, sighing and closing her eyes, her shoulders slumping forward as her body relaxed.

Man... they had to set that thing up, too, she sighed to herself as she glanced at her watch. It was 7:25, meaning she had about an hour to get to Domino High. Deciding it would be best to show up early, she got up and opened up a suitcase now next to her bed, yanking out another blue skirt and a light blue t-shirt from her messy packing job. Walking into the bathroom, she got changed, yawning slightly as she then turned to brush her teeth. Taking out a comb, she carefully tidied up her hair, sliding her headband into place. When she thought she was all ready to go, she lightly emptied her bag and slung it over her shoulder, then reaching into her suitcase to pull out the papers she'd need for school.

She knew the map to the school by heart and started walking down the street at a brisk pace, knowing that it was nearly 15 blocks away. The sun was coming up and by the time she had reached the school, it was fully risen, making the school's tan colour appear very bright. Upon approaching the building, she saw a limo driving away from it, a very tall person, clad in blue, walking towards the entrance, a big silver briefcase clasped in his left hand. He pulled open the doors and walked inside importantly, the sunlight glinting off his briefcase for a moment before deciding to jump to glare off of the glass door swinging shut behind him.

Kiseki continued forward after glancing at her watch and affirming that it was only about 8, wondering slightly why the person was there so early. Pulling open the door, she realised that she had no idea where the main office was, since there was more than one building in which it could be. She stopped inside the doorway and clutched her bag a little closer to herself, looking down the hallway; her breath caught somewhat in her throat as she saw the tall boy now at his locker, pulling out several books and opening up his briefcase to put them in it. The door shut rather quickly behind her, making her squeak slightly as the wind from it ruffled her skirt and hair, causing the boy to stop and look at her. He stood up with a quiet chuckle and shut his locker with a clang before coming over, stopping in front of her. She actually had to look up at him, and almost flinched at how deep and blue his eyes were as he stared down at her.

"The office to sign in is over there, kohai," he said in a deep voice, pointing down a hallway to her left.

She blinked and nodded, turning to walk somewhat hurriedly down the hallway, his snickers following her. Once she reached it, she glanced back down the hallway, and once she saw that he wasn't there anymore, she turned to the person sitting at the office desk and placed her papers in front of the wizened old woman. She picked them up and squinted at them before walking back to a closet and pulling out a pile of folded clothing and handing it to Kiseki.

"School uniform," she replied gruffly, flipping through her papers and entering her information into the computer. It bleeped at her and she turned back to Kiseki, readjusting her glasses to squint at the girl. "Ah, so you're our new student from the United States?"

Kiseki nodded in affirmation, and the old woman pulled out a sheet that her printer had just spit out, handing it to her. "Your schedule and locker. Any questions?"

She blinked as she was handed the paper and stared down at it, narrowing her eyes slightly when she saw only two classrooms on it. "...Why do I only have two classrooms?" she asked.

"Ah yes, I forgot in America they have their school systems flipped upside down," said the woman, shaking her head. "Here, we figured it's a lot easier for the teachers to switch classrooms rather than the students; the only reason you have two is because your science class requires a specialised facility in which to work. And you shouldn't be too far behind in any of the classes, since it's May and classes started last month. Say..." She peered at Kiseki's papers. "You're almost 16! Happy birthday!"

Kiseki nodded, smiling. "Though, I'd prefer it if you kept it quiet," she said. "I don't care for big social events in which I am the centre of attention."

"All right, then," said the woman, winking at her. "It'll be our little secret. Do you have anything else you need to ask before I send you off?"

Kiseki bit her lip as the student popped back into her head. "What's a—" She struggled to regain a hold on what he had called her. "A kohai?"

"Ah, that's the name we give to underclassmen here. Senpai is what we call upperclassmen, which is what you will become as soon as you turn 16, then people won't be able to pick on you as easily," she replied with a laugh.

The girl nodded and bowed before turning around confidently and striding out, clutching the uniform to herself. When she reached a crossroad in the hallway, she halted, biting her lip. "Locker rooms are down that hallway and to the left, sweetie!" called the woman, pointing her down one.

"Thank you!" Kiseki walked towards it and once she was inside, began to undress, putting her outfit into the bag and starting to put on the uniform. After it was on, she surveyed herself in the mirror with an eyebrow raised.

"A pink blazer... who'd want that as a part of it?" she said unhappily to her reflection, making a face at it. "And knee-high socks?" She glared down at her shins before looking at the mirror again, deciding that it wouldn't be too bad, since the uniform also had a blue bow in the front of the jacket and a blue skirt. It looked a little short, so Kiseki tried to scoot it down slightly, which caused it to slip down to her feet. Growling, she pulled it back up. "If anyone tries to look up my skirt, they're getting smacked..." she muttered. At that moment, the first sounds of school starting up reached her ears. As voices began swarming past the door of the locker room, Kiseki surveyed herself one last time before sighing.

"Here we go..." She picked up her book bag and pushed open the door.

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