I'm so so so sorry! Here's the next piece. Han does make his enterance. Happy days. I hope nobody gets lost. A lot happens. Please reveiw I really need feed back.

Chapter 3 Stupid little Yanks Revenge

Morimoto sat, slouched in his school desk trying, as hard as he possibly could, not to fall asleep. It was a damn good thing today was Friday. Whoever's idea it was to hold a race on Thursday night needed to be shot. Some people had to go to school; at least his classes weren't difficult today. He glanced up to the clock. First period wouldn't be over for 55 minutes. He sighed exhaustedly. Normally he liked this class. It, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that Reiko sat in front of him. He enjoyed watching her squirm, when he purposefully leaned forward to breathe down her neck. He also enjoyed the electric pulse that ran through his entire body when their hands brushed, while they were passing their homework forward. It was his favorite game. He leaned forward curios as to what she was typing. He could see her IM was open.

R "Haha, you're so funny. But seriously, Sean got what he deserved. He was flirting with Neela. And you know how protective Morimoto can be. Anyways if a fight would have broken out, Sean would have lost hands down."

T "IDK about that, Sean ain't no pansy."

R "Maybe not but then again Sean's not a black belt in Karate."

T "Morimoto's a black belt in Karate?"

R "Yes. I've seen DK and him practice. It wasn't pretty."

Morimoto smiled at the memory. It had been the first and last time DK would ever challenge him to a sparing match. It had taken Morimoto all of about 3 minute to knock DK flat on his back. Morimoto had been in Karate since he was three. By age five he could beat all the preteens in his class. To this day he'd yet to lose a spar with anyone he faced.

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"Excuse me. I'm Amelia Stanton. I'm new," a girl said very shyly in almost perfect Japanese, as she handed a piece of paper to the teacher. Reiko watched her curiously. The girl, Amelia, was surprisingly short and didn't tower over the teacher. She seemed to be nervous, but there was something else. The way she stood and spoke, it was almost as if talking to people was a difficult task for her. Reiko felt bad for her. She was probably homesick. Then again her issue seemed more severe.

"Morimoto, please raise your hand. Amelia you'll sit behind Morimoto," the teacher said with a smile.

Reiko had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Putting the poor foreigner anywhere near Morimoto, come on. Of course the teachers all thought he was a little angel. Yeah, right! Reiko sighed; she'd better invite the girl to lunch with her, Earl, Twinkie and Sean. It'd be killing two birds with one stone. It'd keep poor Amelia out of Morimoto clutches and it'd also give Sean someone to talk to. Reiko wasn't going to say anything but Sean was monopolizing Twinkie and it was getting on her nerves. She shook the thoughts from her head and went back to her calculus homework. Why she got stuck in this lame ass computer class was beyond her. She always finished her work before the class was half over. Oh well at least it gave her time to do the ungodly amount of homework she always seemed to have.

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Amelia walked slowly through the library, toward the cafeteria. She hated this part. Making friends had never been her strong suit. She liked to be left alone. It was, Also going to be difficult to control her temper, high school boys, well; boys in general were so infuriating. When she was little she wanted a fairy tale of her very own. Now she knew it was up to her to save herself.

"Hey Amelia, Right?" a girl asked as she walked up to Amelia.

"Yeah. I'm Amelia," Amelia replied with small genuine smile.

"Hi, I'm Reiko. We have computers together," Reiko said.

"Oh. Yeah," Amelia responded

"So I was wondering, do you want to come, sit with me and my friends," Reiko asked

"Yeah that'd be great," Amelia replied as she smiled again; Well things were defiantly looking up.

Reiko led Amelia through the crowd cafeteria, over to the lunch line. Amelia watched the other people in the cafeteria. They all seemed to have their own little social groups; it wasn't much different from school in the U.S. She stood in line with Reiko and tried to pick out something to eat. She reached for a green wrap of some sort.

"Trust me, you don't wanna eat that," A male voice said from behind her. She turned around and was face to chest with a very strong looking, Japanese boy. She looked up, he was smiling, and winked at her. "It tastes almost as bad as it smells."

"Oh," Amelia said, a little caught off guard," So then what do you recommend."

"Try this," he said as her place a purple colored wrap on her tray. She was about to respond when Reiko cut her off.

"Morimoto, it is impolite to seduce, new students" Reiko in a sickeningly, sweet voice, once she'd turn around.

"Seduce? I was just helping Amelia to get, adjusted, to how things are done around here," Morimoto said with a smirk. Reiko's glare had only intensified with his statement. Amelia watched the display and wondered if she should get out of the way. This was probably going to end in one of two ways violently or dirtily. She tried to keep her mind out of the gutter. She had originally been thinking food was going to get thrown. Wow that made it dirtier. The look in Morimoto's eyes didn't help either. It was like predator and prey. Reiko on the other hand seemed annoyed. Amelia made a mental note to find out what their deal was, later a lot later.

"If ya'll are done with your little cat fight, could ya pay. You're holdin' up the line," A southern voice drawled, from behind Morimoto. Morimoto turned and raised an eyebrow.

"Tourist just because you're an American male, it doesn't give the right to be rude," Morimoto said in an even tone.

"Well just because you're Japanese don't give you the right to preppy," Sean mocked

"Preppy?" Morimoto raised an eyebrow, "Listen, Yank, you swimming in dangerous waters. I do believe that's how you American's would put it." Morimoto said as he leaned closer to Sean to emphasis his point. Sean, seeming with out warning shoved him, hard.

Morimoto was knocked off balance and fell over, taking Reiko and Amelia with him, accidently. Amelia let out a cry of shock. Reiko on the other hand let out o cry of pain. She had fallen on her wrist. Amelia saw Morimoto glance at Reiko with a worried look. It took him all three seconds to knock Sean's feet out from under him and gracefully leap to his own. Sean took a minute to register what had happened and slowly got to his feet. Amelia by this time had rolled off Reiko and was inspecting her hurt wrist.

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Twinkie strolled into the cafeteria with his usual group of girl. He noted their was a tension in the air. He excused himself and cut threw the crowd to see what was going on. He emerged to the other side to see Sean launching himself, American football tackle style at Morimoto. He cringed as Morimoto delivered a kick to Sean's face before Sean even reached him. Twinkie hurried over to see if Sean was alright. That was the mistake of the century. Morimoto, who was aiming to kick Sean, kicked Twinkie in the side by 'accident'. Twinkie, who had been leaning over, fell to the floor holding his side.

"Yoshida, Morimoto!" A woman shrieked, "What is going on here?"

Twinkie looked up to see Principal Nakamura normally beautiful composure was gone. She was wide-eyed and furious. The crowd had parted to let her threw and light shown in from the window. It made her look like some sort of pissed off angel.

"All three of you," She said in a deadly calm voice but emphasizing each word as she did, "go to my office, now."

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Han sighed exhaustedly as he leaned against his favorite car, a black and orange Mazda RX7. Today had been way tiring. He had to get up before noon and negotiate business deals for an hour. Then to top it all off his favorite snack was missing from the cupboard. He had to drive three blocks to the gas station to get more. It wasn't like he could take a nap he needed to deliver DK his share of the profits, from the garage work. The problem with that was he didn't have it; his gambling partner did.

He watched the high schools students flood out of the front doors of the schools. That little American was going to come in handy today. Mushu, his gambling partner, was a big guy and didn't like giving his money up. Han was in for some class A entertainment. He watched the different high school kids leave the building with minimal interest. That is until he saw Reiko walk out with Neela. He smiled, at his baby girl, at least until she got closer and he saw the wrap on her wrist.

"Reiko, what happened," He asked her worriedly, as she approached.

"Morimoto and the new kid got in a fight. They knocked into me and I fell on my wrist," she said quietly with her head down. Han wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head, like he always did.

"Why don't you go home and get some rest," He suggested.

"I will as soon as Neela and I go to the market. We have absolutely no food in the house," Reiko said in a serious, yet joking voice.

"Ok baby girl, I'll see around six," Han said, as she and Neela headed toward Neela's car. He watched Neela's car drive off and his calm exterior melted away. He clenched and unclenched his hands several times. He and Morimoto were going to have a little talk later. As for the American, well, he'd be dealt with now.

"Get In," Han said causally.

"I'll get you your money," Sean snapped.

"What makes you think you go a choice," Han questioned.