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My mother drove me to the docks. The windows rolled down, A/C was on. It was 95 degrees in Kyoto. I was wearing a sleeveless, white eyelet lace. I stared out the rolled down windows, thinking about where I'm going. I was going to a small island where you can only reach it by riding a boat. It was a secluded little island called Fuuka Island. It was Fuuka Island that my mother left this place with me when I was only 3 years old. It was in this island that I'd been compelled to spend a month every summer until I was 13.

During that summer I couldn't stand being there anymore so instead for the past 4 summers, my father, Satoshi, came to Kyoto for 3 weeks to spend time with me instead.

I didn't hate Fuuka Island, I just couldn't stand how secluded it was, and strangely how most of the time the weather was gloomy, and how little variety of tea flavors that was available there. That was the worst part. I remember during those summers I spend I always had to bring tea with me or have my mother send some whenever I ran out. I loved Kyoto. I loved how I had access to many flavor of tea, and how spacious it was. I love how the weather wasn't always gloomy like at Fuuka Island.

"Shizuru," my mom said to me-the last of a thousand times- before I got onto the boat. "You don't have to do this."

My mom looks like me, except for my crimson eyes, which I inherited from my father. I felt a spasm of panic as I stared at her eyes. How could I leave my loving, caring, happy-going mother to be by herself? Of course she had Ryu now, so everything would be okay.

"I want to go," I lied. I was always a good liar but I'd been saying this one lie so frequently that I didn't know if I was convincing enough.

"Tell Satoshi I said hi."

"I will."

"I'll see you soon," she insisted. "You can come home whenever you want, I will come back as soon as you need me."

I could see in her eyes the sacrifice behind that promise.

"Don't worry okaa-san. It'll be great. I love you mom."

She hugged me tightly for a minute, and then I got on the boat. And she was gone. It was a four-hour boat ride from Kyoto to Fuuka Island. Riding the boat didn't bother me; the car ride with father, though, I was a little worried about.

Father had been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed excited that I was coming to live with him for the first time with any degree of permanence. He already got me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car.

It was a little awkward with father. I knew he was more than a little confused by my decision; I hadn't made a secret of my distaste for Fuuka Island. When the boat finally arrived at Fuuka Island, the sky was grayish. I didn't see this as an omen, since it was like this most of the time.

Father was waiting for me by his car. Father gave me an awkward one armed hug when I stumble my way off the boat.

"It's good to see you again, Shizuru," he said, smiling at me. "You haven't changed much except you grew again. How's Kyoko?"

"Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad."

I only had a few bags. Most of my clothes were too permeable for Fuuka.

"I found a good car for you, really cheap."

"What kind of car?" I was suspicious of the way he said 'good car for you.'

"Well, it's an old mustang."

"Where did you find it?"

"Do you remember Nakatsu Nanjiro down at the Shinko Lake?" Shinko Lake is a tiny area where the Shinto priest was.

"Yes."

"His son got into some trouble and sold his car to me cheap."

"Oh." 'Oh' was all I can manage to say. I didn't know whether to say 'Thank you' or just keep quiet. So I just nodded. "How cheap was cheap?"

"Well, honey, I bought for you as a home coming gift." Father peeked sideways at me with a hopeful expression.

"You didn't need to do that, Dad. I was going to buy myself a car."

"I don't mind, I want you to be happy here." Father was looking ahead at the road when he said this. Father wasn't comfortable with expressing his emotions out loud. I inherited that from him.

"That's really nice, Dad. Thank you. I really appreciate it."

After that we made a few comments on the weather, which was gloomy, and then we fell silent. I stared out the window in silence. It was beautiful, of course; everything was green, the trees, their trunks covered with moss. We soon arrived at father's house. He still lived in the small, two-bedroom house that he'd bought with my mom in the early days of their marriage. When I got out I saw my new car. The red mustang was parked in front of the house. I loved it.

"Wow, Dad, I love it! Thanks!"

"I'm glad you like it."

It took only one trip to get all my stuff upstairs. I got the west bedroom that faced out over the front yard. The room was familiar; it had belonged to me since I was born, the wooden floor and the plain white walls. These were all a part of my childhood. The only change father ever made was switching the crib for a bed and adding a desk. One the desk was a computer with wireless internet. This was a stipulation from my mother, so that we could stay in touch easily. The rocking chair from my baby days was still in the corner. I headed to the bathroom but saw that the halls looked longer than the last time I came.

"I expanded the house. Added two bedrooms and two bathrooms."

I turned around and father was smiling at me. From the front of the house you couldn't tell that the house expanded more. Father led me to my bathroom.

"I couldn't bring myself to change the whole house, so I left that part the same." He said while looking at the old part of our house.

It was kind of strange, like walking into the twilight zone. Half of the house was just as I remembered the other half so new to me. I walked back to my room forgetting that I needed to use the bathroom. I started to unpack some of my things. One good thing about father was he doesn't hover around me like my mother. It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectly out the window and saw it was raining.

Fuuka High School had a frightening total of 347 - well now 348- students; there were more than eight hundred people in my junior class alone back in Kyoto. All the kids here had grown up together; their grandparents had been toddlers together. I would be the new girl from Kyoto.

When I finished putting all my clothes away I took out my bathroom necessities and went to my bathroom to clean up. I took a shower and put on my sleep ware. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, there I saw someone I hardly recognized. I didn't relate well to people my age. That night I didn't sleep well. The constant whooshing of the rain and wind across the roof wouldn't fade into the background. I pulled my blanket over my head trying to block out the noise, later I added the pillow too. But I couldn't fall asleep until after midnight.

Breakfast with father was a quiet event. Father wished me good luck on my first day of school and left for work. Father owned a company, although he doesn't seem like it; with the way the house looks, and the way he does things. After he left I sat in my chair examining this small kitchen, with its dark paneled walls, bright yellow cabinets, and white linoleum floor. Nothing was changed. My mother had painted the cabinets 18 years ago in an attempt to bring some sunshine into the house. I got up and put the dished into the sink and went back to my room to grab my book bag. I got down to the living room; I saw pictures of my mom and dad when they were married on the mantle of the fireplace. Father never really gotten over mother.

I didn't want to stay home any longer so I left. When I got out it was drizzling, but not enough to soak me through completely. I got into my new car and started the engine. It roared to life.

Finding the school wasn't difficult, though I'd never been there before. The school was big considering only 348 students attending. I parked in front of the school not sure if it was permitted. I got out and headed toward the door that said Main Office.

Inside, it was brightly lit. The office was fairly large with rolls of tables where I'm assuming that teachers sit to grade papers or something. I walked up to one of the teachers that was there, an afro looking man wearing glasses, and fairly large. The afro looking man looked up.

"Can I help you?"

"My name is Fujino Shizuru. I'm a transfer student." I informed him, and saw the immediate awareness in his eyes.

"Of course," he said. He looked through a stack of documents trying to find the one he was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and here's map of the school."

He went through my classes with me, highlighting the best way to reach to each them on the map. He then gave me a piece of paper which I have to get all my teachers to sign and bring it back at the end of the school day. He wished me good luck, like my father, on my first day in school. I smiled back at him and left.

I went back into my car; I saw other students were starting to arrive. I looked at the map in my car, memorizing it; hopefully I wouldn't have to walk around with it in front of my face. I put everything into my book bag and got out of my car.

Immediately when I got out people were staring at me. I didn't mind at all, even back in Kyoto I had many admirers who would follow me wherever I would go. I started walking remembering the route that afro looking man highlighted for me for my first class.

The classroom wasn't large nor was it small. Half of the class was already filled with students. I walked to my teacher, a tall, balding man, and handed him the paper that afro man gave me. He looked at the paper and smiled knowingly.

"Okay, Fujino-san, I'm your Trigonometry teacher, Yamaguchi-sensei. Please wait here so I can introduce you to the class."

I smiled and waited till class started. When the bell finally rang and most of seats were filled now, Yamaguchi-sensei clapped his hands to gain their attention.

"Mina! We have a new transfer student today." He then gestured to me.

I smiled my 'winning' smile and I heard a few girls giggling. "Ohyaoo Gozaimasu. I'm Fujino Shizuru. I came from Kyoto. Dozoo Yorushiku Onegaishimasu." I then bowed.

"Okay, good. You will be sitting over there next to Sayuri Ichinose."

I walked over to my seat and smiled.

"Hi! I'm Sayuri Ichinose, you can call me Sayuri."

"Hi, I'm Shizuru Fujino."

I took my seat and opened my textbook. It was the same one in my old school but I was further ahead. I wonder if mother will send me my old work, or if she would think that I was cheating. I thought about my mother while Mr. Yamaguchi was talking, and the bell finally rang. I gathered my stuff and got up.

"Fujino-san, where's your next class?"

"I believe that would be History with Sugiura-sensei."

"Oh, I'm going that way; I could show you the way."

I smiled and a noticed a blush oh Sayuri-san's face. Well, she's probably going to be in my future fan club soon. "Thank you Sayuri-san."

We got our stuff and headed to our next class. People were staring at me with admiring gazes. I looked down at the girl accompany me to my next class, who was blushing.

"So, this is a lot different from Kyoto, huh?"

"Yes it is."

"The weather there isn't as gloomy there, is it?"

"No, most of the time it is sunny."

"Aww, I wonder what that must be like."

"Sunny."

Sayuri-san walked me to my class, trying to start a long conversation with me. She stopped when we arrived at my destination.

"Well, good luck," she said and I smiled at her making her blush more. I walked into the class and handed the paper to the teacher. Same thing happened in my first period. Introduction then go sit in my seat. After 3 classes I started to recognize some people in each class. There would be at least one person brave enough to talk to me and ask questions about Kyoto and how I like it here at Fuuka Island. I answered all their questions ending each with a smile making them blush.

One girl sat next to me in both English and Literature, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, compare to my 162cm height. If I remember correctly her name is Yayoi Ota. We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, which some I recognized. Her friends seem impressed with her bravery to talk to me. The girl from my Trigonometry, Sayuri, waved at Yayoi and her other friends from across the room.

It was there, sitting in the cafeteria, answering questions, that I first saw them. They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat possible in here. There were about 10 or 11 of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating their food. They weren't gawking at me like the rest of the school was either, but it wasn't that that caught my attention. They didn't look anything alike. There were 7 girls and 3 boys. There was a busty orange head with purple eyes, a small girl with braids with golden yellow eyes clinging onto her, a busty blond haired girl with brownish eyes, and short brownish hair girl wearing glasses with yellowish eyes, a greenish hair girl with a little reddish eyes, a short brown hair and light brown eyes girl sitting closely to one of the guys sitting there and there was a long blue-haired female with emerald eyes. There were 3 guys; a blond guy with brown eyes, black haired boy sitting closely to the girl with the short brown and the light brown eyes and there was a brown haired boy with purple eyes.

Although they all look different, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them had chalky pale skin. They all have different eye colors, but they all look like the same shade of darkness in them. They also had dark shadows under those eyes, as if they didn't get enough sleep. But all those were not the reason I couldn't look away. I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhuman beautiful. It was a little hard to decide who was the most beautiful, maybe the busty orange haired or the blue-haired girl.

They all looking away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I can tell. As I watched, the girl with the short brown hair and the light brown eyes and the guy with black hair rose with their tray, unopened drink, unbitten apple, and dumped their tray and headed to the door. My eyes went back to the others who didn't change.

"Who are they?" I asked Yayoi. She looked toward the direction I was looking at. The girl with the long blue hair and emerald turned and looked at Yayoi as if she heard me. She looked at Yayoi just a fraction of a second, and then her dark emerald eyes flickered to mine.

She looked away quickly with her face held nothing of interest. Yayoi giggled.

"That's Kuga Natsuki, the one that looked away. The orange head is Mai Tokiha, the girl clinging on to her is Mikoto Minagi, the green hair girl is Akira Okuzaki, the girl with the glasses is Yukino Kikukawa, the busty blond is Haruka Suzushiro, the blond guy is Tate Yuuichi, and boy with brownish hair is Takumi Tokiha, and the two couple that just left was Akane Higurashi and Kazuya Kurauchi. They all live together with our school nurse Yoko Sagisawa." She said these under her breathe.

I glanced at the blue haired girl, who was now picking at her sandwich with her long pale fingers. Her mouth was moving very quickly, her perfect lips barely opening. The other still looking away and yet I feel like she was talking to them.

"They are very good looking."

Yayoi giggled some more. "Yes, they are but some of them are together. Akane and Kazuya, Mai and Tate, Akira and Takumi, and finally Yukino and Haruka. And they live together too."

"Mai and Takumi are related?"

"Yea, Akira and Takumi and Mikoto are in Middle school Division and the rest are in High school same age as us. Sagisawa-sensei adopted them all, though they all kept their last names."

"That's nice of her to adopt all of them."

"Yea, she is nice and young. I think she can't have a kid, that's why she adopted them all."

Throughout this whole conversation, my eyes flickered again and again to that table where the strange family sat.

"Did they always live here in Fuuka Island?" I asked. Surely I would have noticed the on one of my summers here.

"No, they just moved here 2 years ago from Tokyo."

As I examined them, the blue haired girl looked up and met my gaze, this time with evident curiosity in her expression. I looked away starting to feel a blush creep up on my face.

"So, only Kuga-san and Minagi-san are single."

"Yea, Minagi-san is…very innocent and Kuga-san, well…She doesn't date."

After a few more minutes, all of them got up and left. The lunch bell rang and everyone got up and headed to their next class. I looked at my schedule and saw my next class was Biology 2 with Morimoto-sensei. Two of my new acquaintances whose names were Chie Harada and Aoi Senou, had the same Biology class together. When we got to class Chie and Aoi went to their seat at a black-topped lab table, they were sitting together. I looked around and most of the table were filled but one. Next to the center aisle, I recognized Natsuki Kuga by her unusual hair, sitting to that single open seat.

As I walked to the teacher to introduce myself and get my paper signed, I was watching her. The teacher told me to take my seat next to Kuga. Just as went to my seat, she suddenly went rigid in her seat. She stared at me again, meeting my eyes, with the strangest expression on her face. It was hostile, furious. I looked away and sat down, bewildered by the antagonistic stare she'd given me.

I didn't need to look at her as I sat my book on the table, but I saw her posture change from the corner of my eye. She was leaning away from me, sitting on the extreme edge of her chair and averting her face like she smelled something bad. Inconspicuously, I sniffed my hair. It smelled like green tea, my favorite shampoo. I let my hair fall over my right shoulder. Morimoto-sensei was giving a lecture on cellular anatomy, something I'd already studied back in Kyoto. I took notes carefully anyways, always looking down.

During the whole class, she never relaxed her stiff position on the edge of her chair, sitting as far away from me as possible. I could see her hand on her right leg was clenched into a fist, tendons standing out under her pale skin. Her shirt was pulled up to her elbows, and her forearm was surprisingly muscular beneath her light skin.

The class seems to drag on longer than the others. Was it because the day was coming to and end, or was it that I'm waiting for her tight fist to loosen? She never relaxed at all. What was wrong with her? She looked like she wasn't breathing at all. I peeked over at her one more time, and saw her glaring at me again, her dark emerald eyes full of revulsion. I just stared at her wondering what her problem was. The bell rang loudly, making me jump, and Natsuki Kuga was out of her seat. Fluidly she rose, she was shorter than I was, probably 160cm, her back to me, and she was out the door before anyone else was out of their seat.

I sat in my seat, staring blankly after her. Those cold dark emerald eyes, so mysteries. I started to gather my things.

"What's your next class Fujino-san?" Aoi asked.

I looked up and saw Chie standing behind her with her cell phone out. Seeing as how Aoi was smiling at me, she obviously didn't think I smelled bad.

"I got Gym next."

"Oh, us too. Let's go."

I got up and left the class with Aoi and Chie. While we were walking Chie was still looking at her cell phone.

"Did you stab Kuga with a pencil or something? I've never seen her act like that before."

So I wasn't the only one who had noticed. And, apparently that wasn't Natsuki Kuga's usual behavior. I decided to play dumb.

"Oh? Was that the girl I sat next to in Biology?" I asked.

"Yes," Chie said. "She looked like she was in pain or something."

'Hmm' was all I could say. When we arrived in Gym, Obana-sensei found a gym uniform for me but didn't force me to wear it today. Obana-sensei said I could sit out today and just observe the other students. I watched 2 soccer games running at the same time.

After class I walked back to the main office to turn in the paper with the teacher's signatures. I opened the door and Natsuki Kuga stood next to the afro guy. She didn't appear to notice the sound of my entrance. I stood behind her waiting for her to finish so I can just turn this in and leave. She was arguing with him in a low, attractive voice. I quickly picked up what they were saying. She was trying to trade her Biology class to another time.

The door opened again, and a girl walked in and placed a note in a basket and just walked out. Natsuki Kuga's back stiffened and turned slowly to glare at me- her face was absurdly beautiful- with piercing, hate-filled eyes. I smiled at her, but there was no reaction at all.

"Never mind then." She said hastily in a voice like velvet. "I can see that it's impossible. Thank you so much for yourhelp Sakomizu." And she turned on her heel without another look at me, and disappeared out the door.

I walked over to the afro guy and gave him the signed paper.

"So, how was it?" asked the afro guy.

"It was fine." I left thinking about the blue haired girl and those cold eyes. I had a smile on my face while I walked back to my car. I couldn't stop thinking about her at all. I've never seen anyone so…intriguing. I got into my car driving home with my first real smile on my face on Fuuka Island.

A/N: So how was it? You guys liked it? Hope so please comment on this I enjoy reading your comments wither its bad or good I will enjoy it either way. Chapter 2 will come as soon as I finish it. So please wait. Oh and remember to comment!