Thankful she had packed rather light and brought only a single bag, Sakura walked up the steps to the third floor of Redding Hall. So far, everything seemed to be normal. It was rather quiet and as she looked further down the hall there appeared to be a small common area with a mini kitchen in the middle. "Not bad." Said Sakura. But, she had spoken too soon.

Suddenly, one of the doors not far from where she was standing flew open and two girls wearing nothing but their underwear came running out. They were screaming and chasing each other down the hall, doing who knows what. Sakura could not believe her eyes. This was so improper! As Sakura gaped at them, more girls came out into the hall. They were more modestly dressed, but were acting just as crazy as the others.

Sakura became very flustered and quickly made her way down the hall until she reached room 322. She flung the door open and quickly stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind her. Leaning against the door, she took a few deep breaths. This was Penway University? No. This could not be how girls at the prestigious Penway University behaved…could it?

After settling herself, Sakura took note of her surroundings. The room was rather small and had just enough room for two beds, dressers and desks. The left side of the room, which she assumed to be hers, was mostly bare except for some clothes that had been thrown all over the floor. As Sakura looked over to the right side of the little room her eyes widened in horror. She had never seen such a mess before in her life! Girls' clothes were piling up everywhere and there was old food lying around in various places. On the desk she saw several art canvases piled up and oil pants scattered around, some of which had spilled and dripped onto the floor.

She blinked and took a step towards her bed, and heard something crunch beneath her shoes. She lifted up her foot and saw what appeared to be an already broken wine glass. "Nani?" Sakura sighed and fell back onto her bed, leaving it there. What kind of a person was this roommate of hers? After living alone for so long, Sakura was unsure if she would be able to bear living in such close quarters with a girl like this. Closing her eyes, it was then she realized just how tired she was. The twelve hour plane ride had really taken it out of her. Next thing she knew, she was sound asleep.

Sakura woke a few hours later with a sore back from having slept in such an uncomfortable position. She stretched and rubbed her eyes. 'Just how long did I sleep?' She wondered. Standing up, she looked around the room for some kind of clock. Eventually, she found one hiding behind the canvases on her roommate's desk. It read 3:17 P.M. "Hmm." Sakura pondered. It wasn't too late in the day yet, so she could always find time to unpack later.

She walked back over to her bed where she had left her bag and unzipped one of the front compartments. Reaching in, she pulled out one of her favorite shoujo manga and smiled. "This shall do nicely." Tucking it under her arm, she tiptoed towards the door and poked her out, looking up and down the hall. "Yosh!" Sakura whispered triumphantly. The coast was clear; there was not a single crazy girl in sight.

Smiling, Sakura headed towards the common area to go read her manga. However, as she got closer, she heard what sounded like a girl singing – badly. When she reached the common area, it was there that she found the source. A girl with light brown hair pulled up in a ponytail was busy at work in the mini kitchen. The small counter space was covered in flour, ricotta cheese and tomatoes. However, she didn't seem to notice and continued to cheerfully sing as she stirred a pot on the stove.

"Ravioli! Ravioli! I love-a to make ravioli! So round and yummy, it tastes so good in my tummy! Yahoo!"

Upon this final note, the girl flung her hands in the air causing some of the sauce she had been stirring to fly up out of the pan and onto the ceiling. "Oopsie! That's the second time today! I should really be more careful." She said to herself.

Sakura squinted as she looked up at the red stains on the ceiling. She didn't understand how a person like this could even be allowed to cook here. While she was pondering this, the girl noticed her presence. "Oh? Hey! You! Hello there!" She called out. Sakura nearly jumped out of fright for she had been lost in her thoughts and forgotten the other girl was there. Nervously she bowed her head. "Hello."

The girl grinned and walked (or maybe closer to skipped) over to the partially frightened Japanese girl standing outside of the little kitchen. "Why so glum? It's a beautiful day today! No?" Sakura said nothing. The other girl stopped smiling and looked closely at Sakura's face. "Hmm…hmm…" She said as if inspecting her. "That's it!" She cried. Again, Sakura almost leapt out of her skin.

"T-that's what?" She asked awkwardly.

"I got it now. You're Japanese, no?"

"Yes, I am. How did you know?"

The girl smiled. "Just a lucky guess!"

Sakura nodded. "Ah, I see."

"You know, I'm supposed to be getting a new roommate today who is Japanese. What a coinkidink, right?" She laughed.

"Yes quite. How very interesting." Said Sakura, wondering how much longer she would have to talk to this odd girl. But then it hit her. "Wait, what?" She nearly yelled.

The other girl blinked once before replying. "I'm getting a new roommate from Japan today! I think her name was Sakon…or maybe Sasuke…Sake? No, no that wasn't it either." Sakura felt her face pale. "Excuse me, but what did you say your name was?" The girl looked at her. "Who me? I'm Daisy! Daisy Vargas! Redding 03's resident Italiana!" She said proudly.

Daisy Vargas. Yes, that was it. The name of the girl that was to be Sakura's roommate according the letter she had received. Clearing her throat Sakura spoke. "My name is Honda Sakura, and it would seem that we are roommates." After processing what Sakura had just told her, Daisy's face broke out in a huge grin and she threw her arms around her. "Yay! I'm so happy" Sakura yelped. "What are you doing? Stop it right now! I am not comfortable with this!" She yelled at the happy Italian girl. Daisy ignored her pleas and hugged tighter. "Can you believe it? Roomies!" Finally, Sakura managed to break free of her hold.

"Please! Do not engage in such personal activities with me ever again!" She pleaded, feeling quite flustered. Brushing herself off, Sakura noticed an odd smell in the air. "Uh, Daisy. I think your sauce is burning." She stated. Daisy looked back at the pot she had left on the stove. "Huh? Oh no! Not my precious sauce! Anything but that!" She cried, on the verge of tears.

Sakura shook her head as she watched her new "roomie" run to the stove to try and save the overcooked sauce. This university just kept getting stranger, and stranger she thought.