Book One: Lower Than Low

Chapter Two: Emo Me

"Hey sexy ladies!" Klein said, smirking, as he entered the room. He was the hottest thing since Duke Devlin in that school (If you could call Devlin hot. Well, the girls liked him.) The girls giggled to themselves. Indeed, Klein WAS hot. Hot, vain, slow at academics, and usually acts like a self-centered freak of nature. ((Read Love, Life and the Universe for a more three-dimensional look at Klein.))

"Hey Klein," one girl said worriedly, running up. She had short, choppy brown hair, hazel-green eyes and an average skin tone, usual japanese schoolgirl figure. In uniform, of course- for the girls, a gray skirt and white shirt. Klein was dressed in the boy's uniform- gray or white slacks, his gray, and white or gray shirt, his white. Really, it was more a dress code than a uniform. Anything white or gray, skirts for girls, don't show your belly button, nothing bigger than a simple insignia. Also, collars couldn't be cut too low. Anyway, Klein had spiky, jet black hair and intense, reddish-purple eyes, with a slim, athletic figure.

Ah, away from the horrid descriptive paragraph, "Yes my good friend Nani," he said with a sparkling smirk. Nani frowned.

"Get your head out of your ass and come on! Anzu has got weird marks on her arms!" Nani exclaimed, grabbing his arm and dragging him off through the classroom.

"What do you mean?" Klein asked. Nani shook her head.

"Look!" she said, pointing.

In the corner was the brunette Anzu, and she was furiously erasing... her arm? There was a deep red mark on it, and besides eraser pieces, a bit of blood was smeared over it. Klein stared, dumbstruck.

"She's a masochistic emo!"

"Myuu? Who's a masochistic emo? Me?" a girl said, walking up behind them. She had hair that went about to midway down her back, in the most intriguing color(s). Green at the roots and for the bangs, strawberry red for the rest of it. It was straight, hanging free today. She was dressed in a gray tanktop and gray skirt that looked like it was all one piece. She had a slim, athletic, not-particularly-feminin figure from toning and swimming. This, was Hannah.

"No, well, yes," Nani began. "Erm, ah, Anzu, she's... erasing her arm."

"Myuu! That's horrible! Who knows which limb will be next to vanish!"

Klein and Nani sweat-dropped at this very random approach to a very serious situation.

"She's BLEEDING!" Klein said. He gave Hannah a push towards Anzu. "Go find out what's wrong."

Hannah grumbled something and walked up to Anzu, who quickly hid her arm. "Hello," Anzu said with an obviously forced smile.

"Hiya. It's no use hiding it, I'm a masochistic emo too," Hannah said sweetly, a smile on her face. Anzu frowned.

"I am NOT a masochistic emo!"

"Suuuuure you're not... and I'm the head of a flock of preps," Hannah said, rolling her eyes. Anzu muttered something, and Hannah ignored it. "What's wrong, Anzu-chan?" Hannah asked, sitting down in the desk next to hers.

"I asked Yami out on Friday," she muttered. Hannah blinked.

"Oooo, so your long-time crush dissed ya. That sucks."

Anzu looked at her. "What should I do Hannah?" Anzu asked numbly.

Hannah thought a moment. "Well, considering my inexperience for these events, though my blatant weakness of my heart's unstable emotions in a situation somewhat similiar, I'd try to find a way to either cheer up, or cry my eyeballs out until they were dry. Yout best bet is to do something you enjoy and hope you get better," she said, all in one breath. Anzu sighed.

"But, it makes me feel better to be... masochistic."

"Then you can do that too! Sometimes I resort to that," Hannah said. Anzu smiled weakly.

"Thanks Hannah-chan."