Author's Note: I know I haven't posted for this in an insanely long time. Although the story as of right now seems alot like the actual plot of the manga/drama, it will definitely change soon. So enjoy and please review (:

The First Rendezvous

Tsukushi was a spirited, energetic girl of 17. Her happy, cheerful aura emanated warmth that none could resist liking. She spoke up for those who were mistreated by others. In secondary school, her pupils had admired her determination in standing up for whatever she believed in against all odds.

However, there were still others out there who held a grudge against Tsukushi for her fiery resolutions. They were the daughters and sons of the wealthy families who had themselves been former students of the prestigious Eitoku University years ago. Their grand mansions were like castles compared to the poorer citizens' crowded homes in the other side of Tokyo. Every day on Tsukushi's way home to the crowded house in which she lived with her parents and brother, she would pass by at least one rich Eitoku student whisked from school in a shiny, polished limousine. It was obvious that the affluent families' children would never tread the path she had trodden.

On the other hand, Tsukushi had been sent to Eitoku by her poorer parents for the simple reason of helping them pay off their constantly oppressing debts by marrying a rich husband. To Tsukushi, her parents' notions of giving her opportunities to associate with the higher class just so she could find the right "Prince Wealthy" was terribly overwhelming. As much as she wanted to help her parents in their financial battle, Tsukushi still resolved to remain a wallflower for the long years before her at Eitoku.

Unfortunately, her goals could never be achieved. Because of Tsukushi's courageous spunk, there was one girl especially who scorned her. Sakurako. She was the only daughter of one of Tokyo's most successful businessmen. It was impossible for Tsukushi to avoid Sakurako at school. Dressed in the latest fashion, Sakurako was always followed by a large crowd of admirers who only wished to become popular by flattering her.

From her first impressions of the rich students, Tsukushi had already decided not to speak with them unless it was necessary. Nonetheless, she was still able to find one kindred spirit in the great throng of students at Eitoku. Yuki. Ever since the first time Tsukushi had stood up for Yuki in front of the rest of the Eitoku students, Yuki had always greeted her with a smile. She was also from a poorer family who had been enrolled in Eitoku only because she had won a full scholarship. Tsukushi sympathized with Yuki for her family circumstances had been less fortunate than hers.

One particular day, Tsukushi and Yuki were walking to their next class when Tsukushi suddenly collided with a tall curly-haired young man followed by his group of three friends.

The leader closely resembled an arrogant model, pompously dressed in an expensive silver Armani suit. The dark curly hair framed a prominent nose and high cheekbones. A look of disdain flashed in his eyes when he noticed the two girls apologizing profusely. The other two in the middle, following closely behind their leader, wore slightly less extravagant clothes yet still held the swaggering air of the first. They seemed amused at this unexpected interruption.

However, the last of this group could not possibly have completed the missing piece of the rich quartet. Strands of mahogany hair covered his eyes, rendering his impassive expression even more indiscernible. Despite the fact that his outfit indeed showed his family's wealth, the dark tie was loosely draped around his neck and his untucked shirt shed an unmistakable aura of apathy about him.

Although the air of indifference tightly cloaked this man, it was he who immediately sparked Tsukushi's interest. The curly-haired leader began a long harangue involving firing the superintendent for allowing such poor, low-class students to attend the same school as him, the heir to the great Doumyouji fortune. However, his words did not pierce Tsukushi's mind as she quietly mused over the exciting possibility of finding yet another rare kindred spirit in the masses of superficial and dull students at Eitoku. It wasn't until the infuriated leader pushed Yuki rudely to the side to continue his momentarily paused saunter across the courtyard that Tsukushi snapped out of her reveries.

Tsukushi's face was livid with anger as she yelled at the backs of the retreating group. "Who do you think you are! With your ugly pineapple head, I'm sure you think people will just bow down at your feet wherever you go! But you know what? You're nothing but a cocky prettyfa--!" The whole time during Tsukushi's outburst, Yuki had been desperately trying to silence her indignant friend. Now, a quick clap of her hand over Tsukushi's mouth had finally caught Tsukushi's attention.

"Do you know who you're confronting, Tsukushi-chan? That's F4! Their families own this entire university. They could get us expelled any time they wanted," Yuki whispered fearfully. Suddenly, Tsukushi envisioned the downcast expression on her parents' faces as they found out she had been expelled from the prestigious school they had risked everything to enroll her in.

Waves of panic flashed over Tsukushi's mind as she tried to think of a way of compensating for her reckless behavior just a moment ago. In that one second of carelessness, Tsukushi had dashed both her and Yuki's hopes of fitting in at Eitoku. But the point of no return had already flown stealthily by. By this time, the pineapple-head had already turned back and now pointed a finger menacingly at Tsukushi.

"You'll regret this."

And with that final sentence of judgment, the pineapple-head stalked off with F4 trailing behind, leaving the two unfortunate girls to drown in their miseries.

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"Akira! Did you see the expression on their faces?" 18-year-old playboy, Nishikado Soujiro, laughed uproariously. "And that one girl called Tsukasa a pineapple-head! Ha ha ha…"

"Now that I think about it, I can kinda see what she was talking about. You do look like a pineapple head, Tsukasa! What do you think Rui?" Mimasaka Akira's brown eyes twinkled beneath his long, wavy hair as he glanced over at his reticent friend in the corner.

Hanazawa Rui merely shrugged and returned to his absorbing daydreams. But the object of their talk, Tsukasa cut in quickly. "Shut up, you guys, I don't look like a walking pineapple. Hey, do I look like I have a pineapple-head?" He asked the petite waitress who had just brought them their drinks. She meekly looked up at him before recognizing him as the Doumyouji Tsukasa. Without so much as a reply, she quickly retreated back behind the bar.