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Mitsukuni Haninozuka sighed quietly to himself in an uncharacterisic show of solemnity. The rain had a way of making him feel down, for some reason. And sleepy. He really hadn't been wanting to get up this morning, but Takashi had insisted. Glancing over at his cousin, the blonde Lolita type Host noted that the dark male next to him looked expectionally bored today. Most people couldn't tell, but he'd grown up with Takashi. He was very good at reading the Stoic type.

The teacher came into the classroom, forcing the much smaller senior to pay attention to what was being said. What he really wanted to know was what kind of cake was going to be served in the Host Club today. He hoped it was strawberry. That was his favorite.

A commotion at the door snapped him out of his daydream and he leaned up in his desk to get a better look at what was going on near the front. The teacher looked to be discussing something with someone, then a sour look crossed the old woman's face before she nodded severely and motioned someone in the room. Honey, as many of his classmates called him, smiled happily. It looked like they were getting a new student.

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Takashi Morinozuka blandly ignored most of what was going on in the classroom, with the exception of whatever his tiny cousin was up to. When the smaller boy nearly stood up in his chair, his entire being focused on whatever was happening at the front of the room, Mori, as his classmates had dubbed him, also decided to investigate. The boy that entered the room surprised him.

His first impression was tiny. He was only a few inches taller than Mitsukuni, and maybe a hairsbreath taller than Haruhi. His next thought was rebellious as he observed the boy's long braided black hair, which was quickly followed by feminine. It hit him after that thought that the boy was actually a girl. She wasn't even taking pains to hide the curves she obviously possessed. It made the Silent Host blink and resist the urge to flush.

Why in the world was a girl wearing the boy's uniform and not pretending to be a boy?

'Then again, the situation would be similar to Haruhi's. Except without the debt.'

"Class, this is Miss Higurashi Kagome. She will be joining us for the year to finish out her high school career," the teacher announced, taking pains to enunciate the girl's gender despite her clothing choice. Said girl gave the graying woman a flat look.

"If anyone has any questions-!" Immediately several hands were raised, the curious glints in the other students' eyes making Kagome's expressionless face shutter coldly.

Her blue eyes locked on a shy looking girl near the middle row and she nodded at her.

"Umm... Why are you wearing the boy's uniform, Higurashi-san?" the brunette asked in a small voice, dark green eyes widening with her question. Quite a few of the hands in the room dropped. The miko shrugged and decided to answer honestly.

"It rained while I was walking here and my uniform got wet. The Chairman allowed me to change into a clean one."

"But why the boys'?" one of the male students asked, a snooty tone entering his voice. Kagome's blue eyes glinted predatorially as she sashayed gracefully toward him and the boy actually swallowed. Mori couldn't help but follow her hypnotic movements.

"Well, after I got on the bullet train this morning to get here, I was groped by three different men; all of them at least in their thirties," she answered in a sugary sweet tone that had every male in the room on edge. "I beat the crap out of the first two, hoping it would set an example. The third one was just an idiot. All I gave him was a look and he fainted in fear. Then, once I walked into this fine establishment, I was propositioned by two of your exemplary male students while wearing my wet uniform. Because I am not allowed to fight on the premises, I let them off with a stern warning about treating young ladies right. That's part of the reason I spoke with the Chairman before class and he's allowing me to wear this uniform to school from now on so I don't cause any trouble."

The classroom was stunned. Most of the boys were in a state of fear. The girls were varying from horrified to idolized. Kagome gave a smile to the boy that had asked the question. It was not a sweet smile, nor a nice one. It was one that promised pain if he ever forgot what she'd just said.

Looking around, she noted that only one person had a hand in the air. It was a blonde boy that looked as though he belonged in elementary school. 'Deceiving appearances,' the former time traveler thought, looking him over and taking a curious note of his strong aura.

"Yes?" the girl asked tersely.

"Do you like cake, Kago-chan?"

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Mori almost groaned when his cousin asked that question. The girl blinked, looking baffled by the question, and it made the Stoic type realize that when she wasn't wearing that closed-off expression, she was actually cute.

Very cute.

"Umm, what?" Kagome asked, an almost girlish tone entering her otherwise cold voice. Mori shivered. This girl, this Higurashi, was the kind of girl that his parents had warned him about. The kind that could seduce with a swish of her hips and a come hither glance.

"Cake! I like strawberry cake, it's my favorite! What about you?" Honey asked, doe brown eyes sparkling up at her and an innocent smile on his face that made the girls in class swoon and sigh.

"I don't have a favorite," the miko answered slowly, wondering if this was a trick question or not, "As it is, I don't really eat very much of it."

"You really don't have a favorite?" the Lolita boy asked, a sad look crossing his face. The raven-haired girl looked on the verge of confusion when some of the other girls squealed, but opened her mouth to reply.

"Mitsukuni, that's enough," Mori decided to intervene, elicting a pout from Honey and a look of faint surprise from Kagome.

The teacher finally took things back under control and called the attention of the class back in order, instructing the new girl to take a seat next to the window and on the other side of the girl that had first spoken up.

The shrine maiden nodded, ignoring the students and gracefully curling into her seat. The senior stopped himself from shaking his head and resolved to ignore everyone but his cousin.

Her blue eyes would leave his thoughts eventually. He hoped.

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