Jennifer: I am so sorry I haven't updated in so long, ugh I feel so bad hahah so I rushed this chapter so I haven't edited it a lot and and and I feel really bad I LOVE YOU GUYS SO PLEASE DON'T DESERT ME ahhaha sorry had a few lollies. OH AND THANKYOU ALL OF YOU FOR EITHER FAVOURITING MY STORY, OR PUTTING A REVIEW OR ALERTING MY STORY OR OR EVN JUST READING THIS FANFIC I LOVE YOU AND I'M SORRY YOU'VE HAD TO PUT UP WITH MY CRAPPY WRITING

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To: Guest (the one who said 'I love this so much *0*') haha thankyou so much for the review :) it means a lot hahaha and it certainly made my day, i hope you've enjoyed the story so far D; sorry for my slow updates haha thanks again xx

~Normal POV~

"Okay class, I need you guys to form groups for the task we're going to do today," the teacher, Nikaido announced. "Shall I put you into groups or do you want to decide?"

"We want to decide," the class chorused together. Nikaido chuckled darkly.

"Too bad, I had already decided who is in which group. Just wanted to get the class's hope up so I can shoot it down,"

The class groaned. Teachers sucked balls.

The teacher clumsily starting looking through a stack of papers trying to find the right one. White sheets with notes scribbled down on them scattered everywhere but Nikaido didn't even give them a second glance, determined to find the right sheet. Finally after a few minutes, Nikaido managed to find it. He coughed slightly before reading out the groups.

"Group 1 consists of Nagihiko, Takashi, Yaya and Amy. Group 2 is Kairi, Amu, Sako, Kento…"

The teacher droned on about who was in whose group as Amu sighed dejectedly before slightly slouching lower into her seat. Why did she look so sad you may ask? Well the answer is very clear.

She wasn't Ikuto's group.

She pouted slightly as she glared at the teacher.

Damn that stupid teacher.

"Oh wait, my apologies class…that was apparently a rough draft. This assignment requires you to actually be in pairs so Rima you're with Nagihiko. Utau with Kukai. Kairi and Yaya. Amu and Ikuto," Nikaidou muttered, a faint blush on his cheeks as he looked slightly embarrassed.

Amu snickered and smirked.

Man how she loved that stupid teacher.

Ikuto slid lower into his seat, stomping his foot angrily.

Damn that stupid teacher.

That was what was on his mind at the moment.

Tadase and Kei scuttled their chairs visibly closer to Ikuto.

"I'll pay you $25 if you switch partners with me," Tadase bargained to the blue haired teenager. Kei glared at the blonde before smiling sweetly at Ikuto.

"I'll double what Tadase is offering if you switch with me instead,"

That resulted in the two boys to glare so fiercely at each other that Ikuto thought they were going to randomly make out with each other like in those cliché chick flicks… well besides the fact that they were both boys… well at least Kei was a guy. Ikuto chuckled at the thought. But instead the two fangirly guys broke out into a girly bicker. Ikuto sighed.

Damn, they would have made awesome gays… unless Tadase was actually a girl who had surgery to become a guy.

Ikuto wouldn't be surprised if that were true. Ikuto exhaled noisily before lazily twilring his pen.

"Look, I don't really care who switches with me, as long as someone switches with me then I'm happy,"

The two boys eyes lit up as they both shot their hands up high in the air.

"ME!" they both screamed at the same time before casting dark glares at each other.

"I was first," Tadase said with gritted teeth.

"No, I was,"

"No, me!" Tadase insisted.

Ikuto smiled to himself. This was his entertainment for the day. The teacher who was obviously fed up with this nuisance, slammed his book down on the table. Hard.

This of course, got the two quarrelling students to jump at the sudden noise and turn slowly to the angry teacher.

"Shut up you guys. No switching partners. Sit down to your assigned ones. Now," he ordered sternly. Nikadiou sighed and shuffled his papers muttering to himself something along the lines of, "stupid ass pricks, the things I do to become a fucking teacher…,"

"Hello sweetie," someone whispered in Ikuto's ears making him jump.

Amu laughed and gave him a smirk.

"Just shut up and sit down so we can get this stupid assignment finished," Ikuto muttered.

"Okay," Amu said happily before swinging a chair around and sitting right next to him, squishing them together. Ikuto twitched his eye irritated.

"No, we are not sitting like this,"

Amu shrugged. "If you insist,"

She then got up to Ikuto's relief.

…Then sat on his lap instead.

The blue haired boy sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Amu, please sit on the opposite side of the desk, not on my freaking lap,"

Amu pouted.

"But it's much more comfortable like this," Amu curled some of her pink hair around a finger and smiled at him cutely. "Can't I just stay like this?"

Ikuto closed his eyes and took a deep breath before smiling at her.

"Okay,"

Amu's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Ikuto's fake smile turned into a frown.

"No,"

Amu sighed unhappily before gloomily getting up and dragging her own chair to the opposite side of the desk. Amu sulked and gave him a small glare.

"Happy?"

Ikuto nodded.

"Very, now let's do this assignment as quickly as possible,"

"But I want to spend as much time with you as possible,"

"I on the other hand don't want to spend as much time with you as possible, see the dilemma here?"

Amu blinked blankly.

"Not really,"

Ikuto groaned and rand his fingers through his already messy hair.

"You look so hot when you do that," Amu complimented while winking at him. Ikuto rolled his eyes then stared at the two blank pieces of paper in front of them.

"So…how did you want to start?" Ikuto asked slowly. Amu looked slyly at him.

"You weren't listening to what the teacher said, were you? You don't actually know what we're doing,"

Ikuto made a face.

"Pfft, of course I know what we're doing,"

Amu raised an eyebrow, not looking impressed. He was too stubborn sometimes.

"Then what are we doing?"

"We are obviously…supposed to write something on these pieces of paper,"

Amu rolled her eyes and clapped exaggeratedly.

"Oh bravo, hot stuff,"

"Shut up with the nicknames. Fine, so I wasn't exactly listening. Can you please explain what we have to do?"

Amu smirked.

"Well since you said please, I'll tell you. It's simple really," she stated shrugging her shoulders. "All you have to do is kiss me on the lips. Simple right?"

Ikuto sighed and lowered his head in defeat. Amu gave a small laugh before leaning over and punching him lightly on the arm.

"Relax cutie, I was just messing with you. Apparently we have to get to know each other and write a paragraph about the stuff we learnt,"

Ikuto groaned louder and slammed his head down on the wooden desk.

"That means I have to talk to you more," he complained.

Amu smirked and patted his head.

"Isn't this going to be fun?"

~Normal POV (where Nagihiko and Rima are)~

Nagihiko blinked blankly at Rima as she politely asked if she could sit down next to him.

"Um… is that a yes or a no?"

Nagihiko blinked again. Rima shrugged her shoulders carelessly and gave him a cheeky smile.

"I'm going to say it was a yes,"

Nagihiko rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms.

"So how did you want to do this?" Rima asked kindly.

No response.

Rima waited a little longer.

Nagihiko said nothing.

Rima glared slightly. What the fuck was his problem? She had tried to be patient and get along with his cold personality but if he wasn't even going to try and be nice to her then what was the point? The short blonde gave a small smirk.

Nagihiko's eyes widened slightly.

Uh-oh.

She had something on her mind.

Something bad.

"It's okay, if you're not going to tell me anything interesting about you I still have enough I know to write about you," Rima said flipping her hair to one side before starting to scribble something down.

Nagihiko snorted and looked out the window.

"You don't have enough to write about me,"

Rima looked up from her sheet of paper.

"Yeah I do,"

"What have you got so far then blondie?"

Rima frowned at the nickname but shook it off; she wasn't going to get mad at such a stupid reason. She picked up the sheet of paper and looked at him in the eye.

"Nagihiko Fujisaki, 17 years old. 160cm tall and has blood type A. His birthday is on July 4th and his hobbies include ordering his slaves around. One fun fact you may not know about this special little boy is that he loves to read manga-,"

Nagihiko leaned forward quickly and covered her mouth.

"Shh, not so fucking loud," he hissed, ignoring her protests. After she'd calm down he slowly let go.

"Uncalled for," Rima muttered glaring at him.

"Shut up,"

Rima smiled and asked, "So now are you going to tell me about yourself?"

"No,"

"Well then. NAGIHIKO LOVES MAN-"

She was then covered again.

"Okay, okay, okay, as long as you don't mention anything about manga throughout your speech," the purple haired boy muttered. Rima nodded happily.

Sighing, Nagihiko let go and looked out the window once again.

"I like to look out windows and ignore stupid idiots like you,"

Rima looked at him unimpressed.

"You want me to write that down?"

Nagihiko shrugged.

"Why not?"

"Okay, I'm not going to write that down. Why don't you tell me about your parents?

Nagihiko froze, silence engulfing the two.

"What about them?"

Rima pondered a bit before asking, "What are they like?"

"Like normal parents,"

Rima watched him as he blatantly looked out the window, her eyes softening slightly. Nagihiko gave her a glance, wondering why she was still so quiet.

"What?" he asked irritated. Rima leaned forward and touched his arm lightly.

"What are they actually like?" she whispered softly. Nagihiko looked at her. He didn't know why but every time he looked into those eyes he couldn't help but be honest. And this time was no different. Nagihiko sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"They infuriating. They fight, argue, whatever you want to call it. They do it all the time and it just gets so insane,"

Rima looked at him, surprised he actually told her something serious. She couldn't help but feel a warm feeling inside of her, happy that he opened up to her.

She bit her lip hesitantly before asking, "What do they fight about?"

Nagihiko gulped and looked away again.

"They fight about me. They fight about who raised me or who should raise me. They fight about every little thing about me,"

Rima stare at him.

Nagihiko looked at her and frowned.

"This is why I don't tell people about my personal life,"

Now it was Rima's turn to frown.

"Why?"

"Because they give me the same look you're giving me right now. That stupid ass pity look," Nagihiko responded before averting his eyes to look at the table.

"Then why did you tell me in the first place?

The purple haired tennager stiffened.

"I don't know," he responded honestly.

Rima smiled briefly.

"Well thankyou for telling me nonetheless. I'm really touched and I swear to not judge or pity you like the other you may have told. So if you ever need someone to listen to your thoughts, I'm always here,"

Nagihiko tried to hide the small smile that was trying to force its way to his mouth and ignored the thumping of his hear or the tiny blush on his pale coloured cheeks.

"Thanks," Nagihiko said just above a whisper.

Rima tried not to giggle at his cute shyness.

"Anytime," she said happily before clapping her hands together. "Enough of this silly therapy session, let's get this work done,"

~Utau's POV~

I cleared my throat uncomfortably as I felt that silly boy's gaze stare intently at me.

"Um, so how did you want to do this?"

Kukai scoffed and looked away, folding his arms.

"Why did I have to get stuck with you?" he murmured under his breath obviously not a happy chappie. I grinned and gave him the thumbs up.

"Cause I'm awesome," I said proudly, earning a slight smile which he subtly tried to cover. I leaned in closer.

"Is that a grin I see on the usually grumpy Kukai Souma?" I asked making him growl slightly as he lifted his head indignantly.

"I'm not always grumpy," he muttered, sounding slightly unsure. I laughed and he gave me a look causing me to be quiet.

Then there was silence.

What were we supposed to be doing again?

"Oh! Right, the task we have to do," I said grinning sheepishly causing him to roll his eyes. I stared at him with a smile on my face and a pen at hand waiting for him to say something.

~Kukai's POV~

I blinked at her.

Why the fuck is she staring at me like that?

Her stupid damn dumb smile.

I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

She tilted her head slightly to the side, her eyebrows burrowing in confusion.

"What?" she replied.

I groaned, she was so dense sometimes.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" I demanded. She bit her lip in thought.

Stop staring at her lips Kukai.

Stop it.

Stop it now.

Why the fuck are you still staring at those delectably tempting lips?

"What do you mean? What did I look like when I was staring at you?" she wondered aloud making me shake the weird thoughts out of my head. I sighed.

Stupid stupid girl. Her eyes suddenly lightened up.

"Oh! I was waiting for you to tell me stuff about you so I can write it down," she said happily as if proud that she figured it out all by herself. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't want to tell about myself," I muttered stubbornly. Her face dropped slightly.

"Why not?"

"Because this is a stupid assignment,"

"You're stupid," she mumbled under her breath childishly. I leaned in closer smirking at her silly behaviour.

"What did you say?"

She jutted her bottom lip out like a little kid.

"You're stupid," she repeated louder, causing nearby students to sneak suspicious glances at her.

I leaned in closer once again before I could stop myself.

"You want to say that one more time?" I whispered, only inches away from her face. I saw her noticeably gulp as she now bit her lip once more. I darted my eyes to her lips before to her eyes.

"You're…stupid," she mumbled so quietly that I could hardly hear it. I stared at her for a little while longer before leaning back into my seat.

"You're stupid but what am I?" I said smugly causing her to glare at me.

"Y-you little bastard,"

I chuckled as she looked away irritated. I waited patiently for her to turn back and look at me but she didn't.

So I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

I couldn't help but start to feel slightly nervous at her abnormal behaviour.

…she wasn't mad at me, was she?

"Utau?"

No response.

I started too slightly panic now.

I called her name again.

She didn't turn around.

I nudged her gently causing her to look back at me, a big grin on her face before she started laughing her ass off. I glared at her

"Not funny,"

She smirked at me.

"It kind of was, did you hear that slight panic in your tone when you called my name and I didn't turn around. Hilarious,"

I chuckled slightly trying to cover it up. I should of known she wouldn't get mad over something stupid like this.

"Alright, I've had enough fun, let's get to work," I said making her nod in agreement.

~Yaya's POV~

I watched as Kairi lazily dragged a chair over to my desk before slumping onto it tiredly. I raised an unimpressed eyebrow as I watched him.

"Someone's tired," I stated. Kairi glared at me.

"Shut up, Kairi didn't get to eat any lollies this morning. As a stupid prank, Kukai hid all my lollies and all my emergency lollies," Kairi explained grumpily. I suppressed a smile that was trying to surface and coughed as if to get down to business.

"Alright so how would you like to start it?" I asked.

He shrugged carelessly as he laid his head on the desk instead.

Okay, let's try a different question then.

"What's your favourite thing to do on the weekends?"

No response.

I tried not to glare at the childish boy.

"Stop being so complicated," I muttered warningly. I was not going to fail this assignment just because this boy would not cooperate.

"But Kairi is so hungry," he complained making me roll my eyes.

"Haven't you eaten breakfast?"

"Kairi's breakfast consists of lollies which I did not have because of stupid Kukai,"

I sighed.

"You're very bothersome and infuriating at times, you know that?" I muttered. Kairi stared angrily at me.

"Stop using such big words so early in the morning," he whined. I rolled my eyes as the corners of my mouth twitched up slightly.

"Well if you're not going to tell me anything about yourself, I'm just going to write down what I know," I told him. He nodded and waved his hands dismissively before dozing off. I rolled my eyes again.

Fine, if he was going to be like that, I'm just going to write down what I know.

~Normal POV~

"Alright class, times up. Any volunteers that would like to go first?" the teacher said looking over for any raised hands.

None.

Typical.

"If none of you are going to put your hands up, I'm going to just pick some," he warned. Again no one did anything. He sighed and glanced down at the sheet with all the pairs listed on it.

"Fine, Yaya and Kairi shall go first,"

Everyone's eyes swivelled to that pair. Yaya sighed and shook Kairi.

"Wake up Kairi," she hissed.

"DON'T EAT ME MR MARSHMALLOW, KAIRI SWEARS HE ONLY ATE TWO OF YOUR BABY MINI MARSHMALLOWS," he screamed opening his frantic eyes. Everyone laughed at his weird behaviour as he blushed slightly.

"Alright everyone, settle down. Yaya you can read yours first," the teacher said.

Yaya smiled grimly before looking down at the piece of paper in her hands.

"Full name is Kairi Sanjou. He was born June 12th and is a blood type A. He is 155cm tall and weighs 50 kg. He acts like a childish annoying, attention-seeking brat who seems to believe that lollies are his life," Yaya declared resulting in some laughs from the students. Kairi slammed his hands on the desk in front of him, causing everyone to divert their attention to him

"Objection!" he cried out pouting causing the class to laugh some more.

"Kairi, this is not a court room. You are not a lawyer," the teacher said sighing.

"Oh,"

"But nonetheless was there something you wanted to share?"

He nodded vigorously.

"She said that Kairi seemed to believe that lollies are his life. But she is wrong,"

Yaya looked at him slightly shocked.

She was never wrong.

"Well then, how would you correct that statement?" the teacher said obviously intrigued.

"Well since she said that Kairi seems to believe that lollies are his life, it's actually Kairi knows that lollies are his life,"

This made the class erupt into laughter as Yaya let out a breath and shook her head. He was too silly sometimes.

The teacher rolled his eyes, "Okay since we only have time for one more, I'm going to choose..."

His eyes wandered over the sheet before randomly choosing a pair.

"I choose Amu and Ikuto,"

Ikuto sighed and tried not to glare at the teacher.

"Um…we haven't finished ours yet," Ikuto muttered hoping the teacher would choose another group instead. The teacher shrugged his shoulders casually.

"That's okay, just show us what you've got so far,"

Ikuto groaned inwardly and glanced at Amu as if asking for help to which she shrugged carelessly. They had made no progress in their initial assignment as every time Ikuto had tried to ask her a question, she would either change the subject or make a dirty, perverted comment.

~Flashback~

Ikuto tapped his pen to his chin, thinking of questions to ask Amu.

"Er, lets start with the basics. Full name?"

"Amu Hinamori,"

"Age,"

"18,"

"Favourite colour and why?"

"Blue because it reminds me of you," she replied without hesitation. Her lips kinked upwards as she said, "Hey what do you know, it rhymes too,"

Ikuto tried not to glare at her.

"Does your favourite colour always change with every new guy you like to play with?"

"Nope," she said popping the 'p'. "You're the first,"

Amu smirked as she watched the blue haired boy squirm uncomfortably at her unnecessary comment. She couldn't help but give him a once over, appreciating his very handsome features. The way he had a very nice figure and how his haired defied gravity made him look very sexy.

And let's not forget that ass of his.

"You feel really touched that you're the first person that made me change my favourite colour, am I right?" Amu continued when she realised he hadn't spoken in a while. Ikuto rolled his eyes playfully.

"Oh, I feel honoured," he murmured sarcastically. Amu chuckled lightly and pushed him teasingly.

"I thought you might be,"

Ikuto couldn't help but laugh at their silly behaviour, making Amu laugh with him. After their laughter had subsided, Ikuto continued with the task at hand.

Or at least tried to.

"So what's your favouri-"

"Boooring," Amu dragged out, cutting Ikuto off. He glared at her.

"Stop it Amu,"

She stuck out her tongue childishly.

"Make me,"

Ikuto groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Amu," he said in a low warning tone.

"Ikuto," she mimicked.

"Focus,"

Amu sighed dramatically.

"But you're too hot,"

"If you aren't going to focus I'm just going to say that you're a perverted girl who makes unnecessary and dirty comments all the time,"

Amu shrugged. "I'm good with that,"

Ikuto raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

Amu nodded.

Before Ikuto could say anything further the teacher said, "Time's up class,"

~Now~

"We're waiting," the teacher said impatiently, glancing at the clock which signalled that there were only 5 whole minutes left of class.

Amu gave Ikuto a look, daring him to say what he told her he'd say.

"I dare you to say it," she murmured under her breath making on Ikuto hear her.

"Dude, no way,"

"Chicken," she coughed making Ikuto cast a quick glare at her. He sighed as she smirked smugly at him. He rolled his eyes. She mouthed, "I dare you," once again making him smirk slightly.

"Oh what the heck, I don't even like this class anyway…and you know….YOLO," Ikuto whispered to her making her laugh.

"Well?" the teacher said.

Ikuto coughed slightly and stood up.

"I was paired with Amu Hinamori. Her favourite colour used to be pink but is now blue because of me. Her birthday is the 24th of September with the blood type of A. She is 18 and is a very perverted girl who makes unnecessary dirty comments all the time. And that's basically what I have so far, thanks," Ikuto said loudly making the class giggle as Amu bit back a smile. The teacher narrowed his eyes at him, clearly unimpressed.

"That is unaccepta-"

"Wait, I haven't said my speech yet," Amu said cutting off the teacher rudely. Ikuto gave her a questioningly look.

"But you didn't even question me," Ikuto murmered.

"Eh, I'll make it up as I go along,"

She took a exaggerated breath.

"His name is Ikuto Tsukiyomi, not Tsukiyoni," Amu said pausing enough to give a pointed look at the teacher who blushed slightly remembering the embarrassing event. "His birthday is the 1st of December. Has the blood type of AB and he is obviously in love with me," Amu concluded winking to him. Ikuto rolled his eyes and folded his arms.

"Do not," he retorted loudly before widening his eyes when he realised he had said it out loud.

"Yeah you do, it's kind of obvious," Amu said smirking.

"In your dreams," he blurted out before he could stop himself.

"Oh my gosh, how did you know I dream about you in my sleep?" Amu said faking shock.

"I'm physic, didn't you know?" Ikuto said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The class laughed at the entertainment that was being provided to them.

"That's enough, Amu and Ikuto," the teacher commanded. He gave them a firm, stern gaze. "What you both have said is unacceptable in this class and it will definitely not be tolerated. Now I'm not going to send you to the principal's office because this is the first time either of you have gotten in trouble but I am giving you detention,"

"What? But she started it," Ikuto protested.

"Please remind me Ikuto what you said about her. If I'm not gravely mistaken, I think it went something along the lines of, 'is a very perverted girl who makes unnecessary dirty comments all the time,'"?

"She dared me to do it,"

The teacher blinked at him. "If she dared you to jump of a bridge, would you do it?"

Ikuto sighed dejectedly.

"No…,"

"Exactly, now I don't want to discuss this matter any further. The two of you will have detention right after school, come to this same room. Class dismissed," the teacher said before almost sprinting outing of the room so he could be first in line for the cafeteria. Kukai glanced at Ikuto's slumped figure and snickered.

"Dude, come on it's not that bad," Kukai said nudging him slightly. Ikuto looked up to glare at him.

"I have detention with Amu, how could it not get any worse?"

Kukai shrugged.

"At least she's hot,"

Ikuto rolled his eyes at him, not bothering to argue.

"Why did you even accept the dare anyway?"

"Well I'd feel like a wimp, you know it's very unmanly to not accept a dare," Ikuto said shrugging.

"Ikuto," someone called resulting in Ikuto to glance up at the familiar voice.

"Yeah Amu?"

"See you later sexy," Amu said winking at him before walking out the door. Ikuto groaned.

"Alright, I take that back. Totally regretting the decision,"

Jennifer: Okay ahhaha I'm so sorry for it being so bad and sorry I rushed it. Hope you've enjoyed it, any criticism is welcome and I'm sorry for the freakishly slow updates. Hope you've enjoyed reading this fanfic and if you want to feel free to review haha love you all you smexy ass people ;)