Hey everyone! I'm on a roll aren't I not? Warning: future chapters will be rated T for language and sparse violence and sexual situations... I hope to have a Rated M chapter at the end...

: My POV:

"This is going to be priceless! All's going according to my plan." That was all that was going through my mind as I exited the locker rooms with an empty duffle bag. Minutes ticked by and a glass shattering scream was heard throughout the entire school. It was the ending of the first few months and the seasons were starting to change to cooler weather. The leaves were starting to change and the indoor sports ended up training all over the inside of the school.

"AAHHHH!" The entire cheerleading squad, in their towels, ran out of the locker rooms with orange hair, blue skin and the football team ran out with cheese- the instant kind in a can- in their shoes, and their helmets stuck to their heads... Apparently someone put glue in the helmets. Then one of the team caption cheerleader screamed,

"Bloody murder! There's blood everywhere!" It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she was spazzing out and all this excitement quickly sent the cheerleader pale and crashing to the floor. Luckily a football player caught her easily and just held her in his arms like she was nothing.

What was left of the school after the final bell soon came running to the gym locker room only to see red, and lots of it. Voices over-lapped as gossip spread around the crowd and the sea of students parted for a particular one that held a camera in his hands, a pencil in his ear and a notepad in his back pocket.

"Hmmm, wait a minute!" said the camera holding person. He was the schools reporter. "This isn't blood, its blood red paint." He chipped the paint to prove his point to the crowd. To him they were his stepping stones to success and if that meant 'dumbing down' the situation in order for many of them to understand, he had no problem in doing so. These peers of his would soon be his future clientele.

So upon hearing this, the entire crowd groaned in unison. Soon everyone left the girls locker room and moved to the boys, then tried to get off the helmets and the cheese infested shoes. But from afar under the bleachers were a pair of purple eyes just watching everything; and smirking at the disaster at hand.

"Hm, looks like Izzy has started off with this, but I can do better. Just watch everyone soon you'll be the playing field and soon I'll get my prize..." with that said Dark vanished into the shadows just as the blue haired boy exited the crowd.

:Satoshis POV:

'Hmmm, odd. How would someone sneak paint into the school without being noticed...

I walked around "the crime scene" there was orange and blue dye still on the floor of the showers and blood red paint on the floor of the locker room.

So that means either a girl did this or a crafty boy. Hmmmm I think it's a girl, American boys are not that smart to do this.

Well who's your suspect?

I only got one, Brown.

:My P.O.V:

'Damn! Why was I so careless? I knew that I should have been quicker and also maybe if it wasn't during my elective class maybe I wouldn't have gotten caught. Damn!' I thought to myself as I hid away from all the commotion. I could hear everyone and there was no way I could escape without Satoshi or the principal finding me.

:Flashback:

I was sneaking down the hall with the still empty duffle bag when I got stopped by none other than Satoshi. He is the son of the new principal of my school and he technically wasn't a student. According to him, he had already graduated and was just killing time here since he had nothing better to do. I think he is just lonely.

"Hi Satoshi, what you doing? Aren't you supposed to be in your elective class?" I tried my hardest to act innocent; apparently I don't think it will work again. The old saying would go, 'fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me' and with how clever Satoshi was, I highly doubt I'd get away scott free.

"I'm looking for the little prankster that terrorized the girl's locker room. Why aren't you in class?" He took a side-step to block my exit and crossed his arms. I could tell already that he knew what I had done.

"I was. I just had to pick this up from a friend," I motioned to my bag that had been used in the crime, "so the teacher excused me and I went for the bag. After I delivered my friends things I was walking down the hall when no other then you come here and block my way back to class." I replied still pulling excuses from the top of my head. I always believed that life should be lived by being on your toes. Lying at any possible moment helps with this way of life. The hard part is remembering what you said.

"Hmmmm, let me see the bag." With his hand outstretched, I had nothing to do but hand it over. "Hmmmm" his gaze went to the bag and started searching the bag itself. He made sure to check every pocket and every cranny of the bag. Man, this boy was thorough; in more ways than one, I hope. "Then why is there the same paint as the one all over the locker room?" He had found the last can of paint in the last pocket he searched. Holding it up and shaking it slightly to drive his statement home Satoshi smirked and stepped closer.

BUSTED! I thought I forgot something! I must be having a blonde moment... CURSE YOU MY BLONDE ANCESTERS! With my mini-moment inside my head I neglect to notice how close Satoshi has gotten until I felt his hand around my wrists and he pushes me against the wall. We both knew that nobody would be coming to this part of the school since all of them were still gossiping about pranks. Satoshi pinned me to the wall easily with one hand while the other grazed along my jaw as he leaned in close to my ear and whispered,

"Elizabeth I'm sorry to say this, but you'll have to come with me."

:end flashback:

So here I am now sitting in the (EVIL)Principal's office. Satoshi had to drag me here and boy did I put up a fight. I attempted to claw at the ground but hardly had any traction except for the occasional squeak my fingertips made against the tile. I tried grabbing onto door frames and even people, but no matter what I did, Satoshi ended up slinging me over his shoulder. The look that his father gave him wasn't too surprising when we came into the office, just a quirk of the brow and a smirk. Have I ever mentioned that the principal makes me REALLY uncomfortable to be around with?

"Why Ms. Brown, I didn't expect to see you this soon." replied a smirking Hiwatari as he sat straight in his chair. His leg was crossed over his knee and his elbows rested on the arm rest, his fingers crossed in front of him. This was the posture of a confidant businessman.

"Well, I always like to start the new school year with a bang." My voice dripped with malice as I held his gaze. Looking away or muttering was a sign of weakness and that should not be tolerated against an enemy.

"Tsk, you should know better than to use sarcastism Ms. Brown. Luckily my son caught you before someone called the police. We wouldn't want this situation to get... messy, do we?" He looks up to the door where his son still stood, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and silently listening. "You know, I must say that only an hour after the crime, you then got caught. I had only expected 30mins. Congratulations."

"I'm not that easily to capture and also I was surprised as well at Satoshi." Truly I was surprised; the bluenette was too smart for his own good. The principal and I both looked at the bluenette. Each of us had different reasons and both were polar opposites.

"Well since it's the first day of you being in my office, I'll show some good faith with something easy, one hour of detention. Just one day. Tomorrow. Have a nice day Ms. Brown." His statement was closed and by the way he stared back at me, I knew that I should not look a gift horse in the mouth and just leave. I rose to see that he had a fake smile and as soon as I exited we both said one word,

"Bitch."

The next day wasn't much different from the previous, students gossiped and so did teachers. Satoshi wouldn't even look me in the eye all morning so when lunch came, I was nowhere to be found inside the school; that's right I was on the roof just gazing at the surroundings. If we were speaking on technicality terms, it was illegal to be on the roof; you know, with the hazards of being stuck or falling off... the roof was a dangerous place. I then hear the door opened and two shadows over cast into my view since I was lying down. I didn't really want to look up, so I just closed my eyes and pretended to play opossum.

"Konichiwa Izzy!" Chimed Diasuke's voice. I cracked an eye open and tilted my head up only to see that it was Satoshi and Daisuke. Ever since they both came here we grew into close friends... Well, Daisuke and I did. We were almost the best of friends. However, Satoshi on the other hand... we didn't hate each other but...

"Hey guys what are you doing up here?" I asked as I sat up and stretched, feeling the little pops in my joints and the pebbles fell off with just a few shakes. Each one sat on either side of me and just looked out to the sky and tree line. So peaceful.

"We should be asking you the same thing," stated Satoshi. His monotone voice didn't surprise me much anymore. It seemed like he only showed what little emotion he had when we were in a secluded area such as right now. He sighed and relaxed a bit, letting the breeze play with his hair.

"I can't stand the food here at the school. It looks like someone chewed it, swallowed it, threw it up then re-formed into what it originally was. I saw the food move once! That's why I don't eat. I just come up here and just watch; waiting as time goes by but thinking that I'm a single thing in a catastrophic universe." I didn't look at either of them as I said this, but it was true. I came up here to think about anything and everything. Don't get me wrong, I love Agatha and her cooking but sometimes you just have to say no to her weird concoctions/experiments.

"Wow you must have a lot of free time to just sit and think" said Diasuke as he leaned against my shoulder. Daisuke pulled out a little bento box and started nibbling on his lunch. I looked to Satoshi but only saw him looking up towards the sky still.

"Where's your lunch?" I questioned.

"Oh he never eat lunch, he doesn't have time to make it in the morning at home so he waits until he gets home after school." Stated Diasuke as he ate a clump of rice. The bluenette just nodded his head in agreement and we all just sat there in comfortable silence until our lunch hour was up. Then Daisuke had to go and ruin the moment by coughing on the last of his food as he looked to his watch. That split second he got up and ran saying something about an art class and a project he needed to finish.

Great, I'm alone...with Satoshi...that can't be good for either of us.

Pure silence came back to settle upon us as we just stared at each other. I tried to keep eye contact but I looked away to try and cool my cheeks. Why do I blush so easily? I'm not even embarrassed or anything! I am such an unlucky person. The thought of my blushes brought up an old memory of my father, a memory of him praising my redden cheeks. He used to rub them with his thumb and smile saying, "real women don't blush anymore in this day and age. Being flustered just means you are more trustworthy. Don't ever lose that quality, Fred."

Holy goobers, I hated that nickname! My father always thought it was amusing to hear my mother- who gets just as flustered as I do- mix my names up with other kids in my family. First she'd start saying someone's name, correct it by saying part of my name and then give up, settling on 'Fred'. Father thought that was hilarious and would use it as an inside joke when it came to many things. He even had my cake say 'happy birthday Fred' for my tenth birthday party. The last party he could attend...

"Uhh..." I blinked, noticing that I was in deep thought for quite a while, "Hey Satosh-"

"I know that it was you." He interrupted. I looked back at him only to see his hair covering his eyes, like some sort of emo.

"Huh? What I do?" I was honestly confused at what he was saying. No lie. Satoshi lifted his head up but his hair was still in the way as he sighed.

"You were the one that skipped class on the first day of school and now you're part of my number one priority, to bring you and Mousy down."

"You do know that I'm not going down without a fight and neither will Dark." I smirked as Satoshi knew I wouldn't give up that easily.

"Well, we'll see about that during detention." Something was up with him. He looked at me and his eyes were no longer the blue that they were. Instead, they were turning golden around the iris.

"For once, I'll actually enjoy messing with you and your father. You guys just brightened my year; thanks a bunch Satoshi." But as I stood up to start walking past him something held me back. It was a vibe, an unusual aura.

Then an uncommon voice came from behind me, "You're not going anywhere, love." When I turned my head...