"Where is he!"

The roar tore the hall in half, ripping at the silence it had been settled into, startling the few people that were in there.

The only people that didn't jump, was the teenager who had yelled, and other who stood behind him, inspecting his nails.

After a pause, the second boy said, coolly, "Well who did you expect to answer you Johnny, God?"
Johnny McGregor looked like he was about to pull his hair out. He clenched his hands into fists and then began to flex them dangerously.

"Get him in here in one minute Enrique or I will personally put you through the paper shredder!"
Enrique raised an eyebrow, not looking up from his nails, "You need to take anger management courses Johnny. There's some on Tuesday night in here at ten…"
"Arrgh! I don't care, I don't give a damn! Get Kai Hiwatari in here now before I murder both you and him!"
"Alright, OK, sheesh!" Enrique sighed, putting his hands in his pockets and sauntering away, eyeing up a pair of teenage girls walking past.

"Hello ladies,"
"ENRIQUE!"
"I'm going, I'm going!"

The sound of footsteps coming to the door made Kai snap to attention from what he had been looking at. He stuffed whatever it was under his duvet and stood up.

His blonde companion stood at the door, leaning against the frame nonchalantly, chewing gum.

"Johnny's bursting a blood vessel in the Spirit Hall. He's waiting for you,"
"Why?" the Russian asked, walking towards Enrique.

Enrique smiled, "You had to talk to him. Meeting, remember? Anyway, I've been told to come and find you before he takes a butcher knife to our throats,"

Enrique paused, chewing his gum thoughtfully.
"What have you been doing Kai?"
"Nothing,"
"You haven't been breaking the Big Rule have you? Dabbling in the ultimate sin? Indulging in the forbidden fruit?"
"I can see why Johnny hates you Enrique," Kai muttered, brushing past him.

Enrique shrugged and followed him.

"Where the hell have you been Hiwatari, I wanted to talk to you fifteen minutes ago, and you've only just turned up!"
Kai didn't reply. He joined Johnny by the huge grand piano and sat down at it's stool.

"Johnny, nothing's so important that it can't wait,"
"This is!"
Enrique popped his gum, knowing he was annoying McGregor dearly.

"Anyway," Johnny said, closing his eyes momentarily as he took a deep breath, "They're organising a demonstration two weeks on Thursday, for the schools that are visiting. I've been asked to organise it. And I needed your help,"
"What with?" Kai said, playing an imaginary tune on the piano keys cover, not looking up.

"It's on the art of Japanese weaponry. Since you, Rei, Lee and some of the others do that, I need to ask each of you to give me something about one weapon. There's only the samurai sword and the katana sword left. But I still have to see Tyson, and I suppose he'd be doing the katana. So you need to do the samurai sword. I need about two hundred words on it. Only brief. And I need it for Friday, and that's the deadline. Your teacher will be telling you about the demonstration in your next lesson. Got that?"
"Hm?" Kai asked, keying a quite high part of the song with concentration on his face.

"Kai!"
"What?"
"Did you get any of that?"
"The jist,"
"When's the deadline?"
"For what?"
The next popping sound could have been Enrique's gum or one of Johnny's veins bursting, but it was loud and followed by Johnny's roar of impatience.
"Kai I want two hundred words on the samurai sword history by Friday and if you don't you will get your head fried in oil! UNDERSTAND!"
No response from Kai.

Johnny screwed his eyes shut, looking internally pained, and turned and walked away stiffly, body ram-road straight.
"Something's got into his trousers," Enrique remarked, leaning on the piano.

Kai continued pretending to play his song.

"So what were you doing before I came in, eh?"
"None of your business,"
"You weren't eating chocolate were you?"
"Might have been,"
"Bad boy," Enrique laughed, "You know, if Johnny finds out he will seriously go spare. His balls will drop off and his head will explode,"
"Why do you think I did it?"
Enrique grinned.

"Anyway, back to the matter at hand. If you've had chocolate Kai, I need to give you water before you go ape- shit energy crazy. Come on,"
He dragged Kai away from the piano.

Outside the hall in the wide, airy corridor, Enrique slotted some money into the vending machine. The loud rumble and thump of the water bottle being dispensed was the only noise apart from Kai's sudden groaning.

Enrique handed Kai the water bottle as the Russian clutched his head.

"Headache, then bout of crazy hyper Kai, then headache and then stomach cramp. With that kind of follow up after eating chocolate Kai, it's no wonder Johnny's banned you from eating it,"
"Shut up Enrique," Kai said groggily as he sipped the water delicately, the ice cold liquid not doing his head any good.

"Come on, lets go and find the others,"

The library was silent. Somebody gently coughed by the history section but nothing else stirred apart from the occasional shuffle of people fidgeting in their chairs and the scratch of pages being turned.

The two boy's footsteps were muffled by the thick carpet, and they were lit up by the light pouring in through the huge glass dome that created much of the ceiling for the vast, expansive old library.

But even so, through the fifty foot high book shelves and neatly placed mahogany tables, the two boys found who they were looking for.

He was curled up on one of the huge windowsills, almost invisible from the amount of pillows he had buried himself into.

"Hey Ray," Enrique whispered, seating himself in front of the golden-eyed, black haired Chinese boy. He jumped, almost dropping his book.

"Oh, hi you two," he said, keeping his voice low.

Kai was standing there, his arms folded across his chest, his fists gripping the material of his shirt tightly, his eyes screwed closed.

"Kai's about to turn into the Incredible Hulk," Enrique joked. Kai's hand snapped out and hit Enrique upside the back of his head.

"Hey!"
"Shh," a sixth former hissed from a nearby work table.
"What's wrong with you?" Ray asked, looking Kai up and down.

"He's trying to keep his ape-shit crazy side inside him. He had some chocolate and he's going through the endless energy bit,"
"Kai," Ray said, disapprovingly, even though he was smiling slyly, "You'll get ill, you'll double up with stomach cramps, and Johnny will have your head on a pike. He'll find you, and you'll be in trouble,"
Kai didn't say anything, he just began to count quietly to himself in twos.

Enrique popped his gum and grinned widely, "Oh it's fun having somebody who can't handle their sugar. At least he's not as bad for Max. He's goes completely ape-shit,"
"Stop saying ape-shit," Ray laughed, going back to his book.

"Look, if you're going to talk, leave the library," the sixth former snapped, angrier this time.

Now, Kai needed a serious release for his suddenly built up energy. Since he couldn't release any of it noisily since he was in the library, he needed to do it in a quiet a way as possible.

So, that is why he chose to take it out on the sixth former.

He walked calmly over to him and stood in front of him so that he was literally inches away from his face.

"What do you want?" the sixth former said, angrily.
Kai gave a scary grin, "Noise,"
He pushed the sixth former back, so that he tumbled into the whole pile of stacked chairs that stood neatly by the staircase, waiting to be taken into the Hall next door for that night's performance.

They keeled over slowly, as if deciding whether or not to hit the ground of not.

They did, and since they had been decorated with little chimes for the play, as they fell and hit the floor, the sound of about a hundred chimes jingled.

"KAI HIWATARI!"
The three zipped off pretty quickly as Johnny rounded the corner from the history section, roaring with all of his heart. He had had enough of that blue haired boy, he was going to report him and get him booked.

Kai, fortunately, managed to avoid a face-to-face confrontation with Johnny, because he spent the rest of the lesson time, and up until dinner, lying in the medical room crippled with terrible stomach cramps and a pounding headache.

He seriously regretted getting tempted by chocolate.

Kai crossed the courtyard, and winced as the PA system crackled. His head was extremely sensitive.

"Activities for this evening…" came a bright, cheery voice across the system. Kai wondered how the announcer stayed always so damn cheery, was she inhuman or something? "…Are: rehearsals for Drama Group A in Beckley Theatre from six thirty to half past eight. Ballet class from four thirty to quarter past five. Gymnastics for girls at six to seven. Russian History Catch-Up class is at six and is, as usual, open to anyone with problems with their course, and finishes at half seven. And rehearsals for The Lion King are on tonight from eight until nine. That's all folks, have a good evening!"
Kai opened the door to his House sleeping quarters and took the stairs up to his study room.

He found the boy who shared his study room, Tala Ivanov, bent over his Russian History essay with a furious frown on his face, ink all over his slight fingers.

Kai sat down heavily in his computer chair and picked up his Russian history book.

"Why don't you just go to Catch-up class?"

"Because I was supposed to of handed it in about ten minutes ago, and I don't have time to go to Catch-up class. Have you done yours?"
"Yeah, I handed it in at break,"

There was a short silence.

"Well help me then!" Tala cried, as he frantically tried to write out a quote from a Russian leader.

"What have you done so far?"

Kai read it, then highlighted a paragraph in the book.

"Summarise then, then do a conclusion, then you're done,"
"You sure?"
"That's what the last half of mine was like,"
"OK,"

Ten minutes later, Tala scrawled out the last sentence of his conclusion, slammed down his pen, and disappeared in a miniature whirlwind out of the door to the teacher's pigeon holes.

Kai picked up a thick book from his desk, opening it at the place the bookmark was positioned, and began to read.

He didn't have any evening activities, but at eight he had to go and do the lighting for the Be Prepared sequence for The Lion King play.

He smirked as he remembered Enrique being cast as Simba, how he had had to spend hours getting back into trampolining, something he had given up a year ago, since Simba was expected to do some fancy leaping about on trampolines.

He began to warm to the idea of the rehearsal tonight when he remembered Tyson had been cast as Ed the Hyena, and Max as Shenzi the Hyena.

'That should be rather amusing,' he thought, a slightly sadistic smirk on his face.

He took his glasses up from his desk, put them on and went back to reading.

There, he could see the words better now.

When Tala came back in, he was holding a chocolate bar in his hand. Kai eyed it.

"Don't you dare Kai," Tala said, "I heard what happened today. You have got to stop eating chocolate!"
"Fine, OK!" Kai snapped. He threw his book down.

"I'm going down to dinner Tala,"

"I'm on late dinner. See you later,"
"Bye,"

Kai left their study room and headed down to the canteen, hoping to God he wouldn't meet Johnny anywhere.

As the Student President for Kai's House, Johnny invoked discipline by booking anyone who deserved it, making sure the student's behaved, that they were looked after, and just generally being, as Kai called him, 'an annoying, nosey and strict elderly grandmother with genitalia'.

"Liking the glasses Kai," Tyson said, as he and Max spend past him. Kai blanched and ripped the offending things off his nose.

"Stupid Tyson," he mumbled, shoving his glasses in his pocket.

He would make sure he paid for that in rehearsal.

He reached the corridor outside the canteen.

Phew. He hadn't met Johnny yet.

"KAI!"

Damn.

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