Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Exorcist. I do not own this plot. I do not own Muki, Imi, or Nami. I only own Leigh. I don't own Michael or Raphael either. They're angels. They belong only to God.

"What are you doing here?" Imi Suru asked. I saw him around the campus and introduced myself as Leigh Schmal. I sensed some bad blood between him and Muki. He had dyed blue hair, jeans, and a black t-shirt with a blue dragon. Classic bad boy. Of course, I would die before I let anyone know I had a thing for bad boys.

Muki glared back at him. "Your father let me come here."

He wore a smug smirk. Why did I like bad boys again? "He's also your father."

By now, Muki looked ready to strangle him. "Oh, is he?"

I was really getting annoyed by this, although I like to watch a totally one-sided fight as much as the next girl, they were interrupting one of my favorite songs, "Rum is for drinking, not for burning", by Senses Fail. No one interrupted my music, so I paused it, left the earbuds in, and hissed, "Imi, aren't you supposed to go follow Nami around like the good little mutt you are?" I was so ready for a fight, but because I got mad I could feel a dagger on its way out of thin air, so I put my hand in my hoodie pocket so it looked like I just brought it with me.

He finally looked at me with hatred. Good. I was striking a nerve. "Hello, Leigh. What, graveyard getting too cold for you?"

I pulled the beautiful black dagger out. I usually preferred to make my weapons out of meteorite. "Actually, no. I just came here to tell you that you have a seat reserved in He**. Are you planning to use it or are you going to become friends with the floor?" With that he walked to me and we began a glare-off. I was winning, until that annoying, wimpy girlfriend of his, Nami, yelled out. I would get my revenge on her. It would have been a fun fight.

"Imi-kun! Where are you?" Yelled Nami, a girl who could only be described as my exact opposite. Bleached hair, a fake tan, enough makeup to shame a clown, and heels that looked like something they tortured you with. It was a complete mystery as to why she was here. The bimbo was afraid of her own shadow. She pulls him away, talking about the annoying but delicious rodents known as bunnies she saw on the grounds.

Muki turned to me. "Thank you. You really didn't have to do that."

I shrugged, not wanting to say that I was looking forward to fighting Imi. "It's nothing. I'm Leigh Schmal from America, by the way."

"You're from America? I always wanted to go there!" Uh-ho. I sense an onslaught of questions. I was right. "How's it like? What are the people like? Are hot dogs really made out of dog?" I could practically see the anime sparkle in her eyes and feel the sweat drop on me.

I tried to answer the questions in order. "Um, it's okay, the people are different, and no, the hot dogs aren't really made out of dog. At least, I hope they aren't." I added the last part, thinking of my yellow lab/golden retriever mix, Cody. Say what you like about me, but I have a soft spot for dogs. I sat back down next to Shiemi as class officially started.

Muki started whispering to me, asking more about America. I could only speak for my little corner of the woods in Pennsylvania, and the other cities I visited on vacation. "Are the hamburgers really made out of ham?" I was starting to get angry. I was trying to study and pay attention.

"No, they're just beef." I tried to keep a lid on my anger.

"But why are they called hamburgers if there is no ham?"

I was wound like a top. "Look, why don't you ask me all of this later. Right now, we have class."

She managed to keep quiet for a record time of five minutes. "Is the,"

I snapped. "Will you just shut it?" It might have been just me, but it looked like the pouch that held Rin's (the kid with black hair and blue eyes') sword looked like it was shaking. Oops. Anger issues strike again!

Muki looked scared. "Sorry," she mumbled meekly.

We were heading to the girls' dorm (apparently, we were roommates) with Shiemi after class was over. "WILL YOU EVER QUIT IT?" I half-yelled. That sent Muki crashing into Shiemi, almost causing them to fall. In a way, Shiemi reminded me of a friend back home, Angel. Before I met her, I didn't know that it was physically possible to trip over air, or to literally be a ball magnet. She taught me how to defy the laws of physics.

"Sorry, it's just that you and Shi are the only best friends I've ever had. I mean, I've had other friends, but they just disappeared." Uh-oh. Best friends means I had to trust her. I was a bit lacking in that department after Charles-don't you dare think about Charles' bad habit. I hated even thinking about it.

I decided to play it cool and said, "Look, since you ask me all these questions, I get to ask you some? Like first, is that your real hair color?" I flicked the dark green braid.

"Yep. I don't know why but I do eat a lot of veggies. I guess they were right about you becoming what you eat." She swung her bookbag.

Remembering the stress between Imi and Muki, I asked, "What about Imi? What did he mean about his father being yours?"

She obviously didn't like that question. She was another person who wasn't a fan of her brother. I had a friend in that sense. "Oh, it's nothing," she mumbled.

Shiemi was steadily back on her feet. "Come on you two! Cheer up! I'll show you my grandmother's garden! It's really pretty around this time of year!" She visibly perked Muki up, and me, too, at least a little. I've been working in my family's garden every summer since I could walk, but we usually only planted crops, like beans and onions.

Muki, in her infinite wisdom, in the middle of campus, said, "Race you!" She might as well have worn a sign saying, "Let me trip over you!"

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