A/N: Hi this is my first fic so be kind please! Feel free to follow and review so I know if to continue with this baby or not. Hope you like it!

PS: I Don't own Marimite

The chilly wind pushed its way down the busy street, teaming with peak-hour traffic. It wasn't snowing quite yet, but the winter was making it quite clear that the time was nearing. Cars snailed their way towards the main intersection, the drivers and passengers cranking up the heating and grumbling internally about their various irritations.

One such car slowed to a stop in the sluggish traffic. A sleek, expensive car. The sole occupant of the luxurious passenger seating was a young woman with beautiful raven hair and a proud countenance. Sachiko Ogasawara would have normally caught the school bus, it was her preference since a young girl to have a half hour at each end of the day where she could just be a regular teenage girl.

She left home in the morning as the dutiful daughter of one of the richest families in Japan, and arrived at Lillian Girls as a flawless star, placed upon a pedestal. At school she was the untouchable ice queen. She had unrivalled grace, excellent grades and her poise and beauty saw a trail of drooling fans trailing behind her at a distance. Rosa Chinensis en Bouton had all the grace of expected of royalty, an she was only in her second year. As soon as she returned home to her too-large residence, a flock of doting maids would descend upon her as soon as she crossed the threshold. Eat, sleep, and repeat.

Today their driver, Daisuke-san, had come to inform her that the traffic reports had huge delays on the public transport system, and so it was in her best interest to refrain from her regular travel arrangements.

So here she was, in one of the Ogasawara town-cars, stuck in the traffic jam alongside every other motorist including the buses!

"How much longer Daisuke-san?" she demanded, "I am afraid I shall be late for the council meeting at this rate!" Sachiko had a notoriously short temper, and when the things in her life that she actually had some sense of control of did not run smoothly, her propensity for hysteria surfaced quickly. Daisuke winced as he sensed his mistress's impending episode.

"Ojou-sama, I can only apologize. The forecasted delays are far worse than I anticipated. We should be moving soon," he soothed.

"Soon? What use is soon when I shall be late anyway. I have never been late in my life, and I don't intend to besmirch that record."

Besmirch? Heavens this girl is dramatic! "Of course, Ojou-sama. We are very near to Lillian, in fact we are near the bus stop that is one stop away from the Lillian one. A block at most."

"Well, if that is the case than I shall finish the route on foot if you do not mind," Sachiko announced reaching over to grasp the handles of her school satchel with one hand, the other pressing down on the door handle.

Daisuke was deeply glad he had the central locking in his control. Was it worth his job to let this precious cargo, entrusted to him by the Ogasawara Group, skip off down the public street like it was of no consequence?

"Ahh! Miss Ogasawa- Oujo-sama! I would advise against that. You know your parent would not approve. They would skin me alive if something happened to you."

"Daisuke-san, please refrain from being so overdramatic." (Oh! I'm the dramatic one now?!) "I believe I can survive a five-minute walk along a straight, main road. I will not inform my parents if you don't. I can take full responsibility for myself if the need arises. So kindly unlock the door please." Sachiko wanted to have enough time to walk to the gates of Lillian like a lady. She had never built up so much as a jog outside of a school sports festival.

"Very well Ojou-sama," Daisuke sighed in defeat. "I trust you will be wanting to catch the bus home this afternoon?" he inquired, already knowing the answer.

"That is correct." She heard the door click unlocked. "Thank you for driving me this far Daisuke-san." She inclined her head in a small nod of thanks, which the driver caught in his rear mirror.

Sachiko Ogasawara stepped out of the car and into the chilly street. It really was going to be a brutal winter, she thought. It did not normally get this cold until several weeks from the current date. She headed of down the street at a leisurely pace. Looking around she saw a few other students from Lillian heading down the street toward the pedestrian crossing on the other side.

A girl around her age was pulling a younger by the hand, most likely her seour. Sachiko sighed a little wistfully as she watched out of the corner of her eye. She herself did not have a seour yet. She knew that finding one would mean forming a friendship with an underclassman. She had nothing against the Lillian first years, save for the fact that they were all quite shallow in their idolization of the Yamiyurikai. Sei and Rei seemed to have found the only two who weren't insufferably lacking in basic sense. As her musing went on she had lost concentration on her surroundings. The shoulder of a passerby collided heavily with hers and she stumbled. Her book satchel was thrown from her hands and her books slid out upon its meeting the pavement.

"My!" she gasped indignantly as she looked back over her shoulder at the man who had bumped her. The inconsiderate ass didn't even look back. Just as she was about to bend down and retrieve her spilled syllabus a small figure darted down and began piling them together.

It was a girl, she must have been only a little younger than Sachiko was, and mousy brown hair pulled into messy pigtails on either side of her head. She was dressed scruffily, in clothes far too thin for the season. The thin girl finished piling together the books of the startled Sachiko and after putting them back in the satchel, stood up to face her. Sachiko was captivated by a large pair of gentle, chocolate brown eyes, slightly too large for the thin, pale face. The girl had a sweet face though, and gave the heiress a cute encouraging smile as she held out the book bag.

Sachiko didn't quite comprehend that this angel was offering her back her own belongings and just continued to stare. The girl started to look uncomfortable, her smile slipped off and she began to tremble a little.

Maybe she doesn't want to take them from me because she thinks I'm dirty? Did I do something wrong to offend her? I shouldn't have just touched her things like that! Yumi, will you never learn? Such a mess-up you are, baka. If you could just explain yourself, but no you are a mute fool, no wonder Yuuki hasn't come back!

Yumi's fearful eyes welled with tears from her own internal abuse and she quickly bowed to hide them from the beautiful girl. Ducking her head she placed the satchel at the taller girls feet, shuffled backwards and scurried away down a side street.

Shaken from her daze by the sudden movements, Sachiko could only stare after the girl's retreating form. No school uniform? Those thin scruffy clothes? She desperately wanted to run after the sweet girl and at least find out her name.

Oh, that's right, a lady can't run in public.

Feeling a little forlorn, Sachiko picked up her satchel and headed onwards towards her school. By the time she had sat through her council meeting and a day of lessons, Sachiko had already forgotten about the brown-eyed angel. Little did she know that in a cold side street less than a mile away, huddled a small pigtailed girl who could not get her mind off of the raven haired woman from the morning.