(A/N: A great big thank you to all those who had read and reviewed my story. I'm very glad you liked it. Hope that you will enjoy this chapter as much as the prologue. On with the chappie!)

Game Plan
Chapter One: Target Sighted

Kaoru stared wide-eyed at Misao. Surely she had not heard wrong, surely this was one big joke and Misao would start laughing any minute teasing her about how gullible she was. Kaoru took a good look at Misao's smiling face, okay so she wasn't laughing yet, but any minute now. Misao would start laughing any second.

However, before anything could be said or done, Kaoru found herself staring even more wide-eyed than before at the once empty space that Misao had occupied a few seconds ago.

Misao seeing as how Kaoru had yet to say a thing had quickly muttered a hurried 'bye' and a remainder to Kaoru telling her that if their math teacher, Iwamura- sensei was heard asking for her, she was in the sick bay period.

Kaoru closed her mouth. No, this had gone on far enough, she had to stop Misao before things got out of hand. Who knows what she was concocting and scheming in that brain of hers. Kaoru made to stand up and had dashed half the distance of the hallway outside the class. She thought she had vaguely seen Misao's back and was about to scream at her when she bumped against something soft. She looked up and the words "Misao-chan I don't think this is such a good idea" died at her lips.

"Kamiya-san please kindly inform me as to why you are running in the hallway when class is about to start?" Iwamura Tateishi asked, smiling at his gaping student.

Misao rushed up the stairway thankful for her luck. No one had spotted her yet. She was now at the top of the stairway, all she had to do was sprint straight ahead and she would be in the library. She looked cautiously to her left and then to her right. Ignoring the feeling that she was acting like a fearful pedestrian about to cross a busy street, she took in a deep breath and made a mad dash for the library doors just as the bell for the start of lessons was rung.

Misao leaned against one of the wooden bookshelves for support as she caught her breath. Tiptoeing towards the counter, she was glad to find that the library was nowhere to be found. Quickly snatching a red marker from the blue penholder on the desk, she made her way past the numerous bookshelves until she finally found what she had wanted. Smiling to herself in triumph, she grabbed all the books with the relevant information and piled them up on a nearby table, ignoring as the table legs groaned from under the weight of the books. Sitting herself down, she uncapped the marker as she turned the first page. Elimination time…

Kaoru sat back down on her seat, embarrassed about the earlier incident. Who knew she would have run into her teacher like that? Kaoru glad that she was seated near the window; she happily gave in to the thought of ignoring the teacher and concentrated on the beautiful view outside the classroom. She was so busy admiring the view outside that had she not suddenly looked up, she would have missed the arrival of the new student as Iwamura-sensei finished his introduction of the new student and assigned the student a seat in the center of the classroom, two seats away from Kaoru's.

Misao sighed as she crossed out the last boy from Class 1-E. She looked at the page before her. Red crosses covered almost every square inch of the page. She gave another sigh as she closed the book, ready to give in when suddenly something hit her. Why was she looking in the first years' yearbook? She was not going to hit on some guy younger than her! She gave a groan and closed her eyes as she realised that she had spent- at this she gave a quick glance towards the clock that stood on the wall- a good hour staring at the first years which she had no intention of doing so at all.

She gently massaged her forehead as she put aside the year book and pulled out the one nearest to her. She randomly flipped it open and her gaze fell onto the picture of the person she least wanted to see, Shinomori Aoshi. As she silently read his name, she could feel her resolve crumbling and her eyes watering, the tears threatening to spill at any moment. She was about to burst into tears when the image of what had happened earlier came to mind. Immediately, the tears disappeared and she was more determined then ever to see her plan through. Whipping out her red marker, she drew a large red cross on the face of Shinomori Aoshi and then smiling a satisfied smile she turned to the next page.

Misao looked at the book in front of her now, she had finished looking at the third years' yearbook and was now about to open the book that laid in front of her when she looked up at the clock to check the time again. Ten o'clock. She had been working for about two hours already. Tiredly flipping the book open, she tried her best to focus on the sea of faces in the book, but she couldn't make out anything. Maybe she should take a short break and Misao happily gave in to the joys of slumber as she laid her head down to rest…

When Misao next looked up, the first thing she realised was that it was already 11.15 she then later realised with much embarrassment that her arm was also more than a little wet. Cringing, she quickly put back the books and rushed to the toilet in fear that someone might have seen her, especially one of her potential targets. Splashing her face with the cold water, she hurriedly rushed back to find Kaoru, she couldn't wait to tell her cousin her list of potential targets and from there they could work out who was the best out of the three she had chosen. After all, the person she picked must be someone of standard and look good right?

While she was thinking about this, she failed to see another making his way up the stairs just as she was walking down. Unable to say if it was luck or misfortune, the person had managed to avoid her by moving to the right by a small fraction, unfortunately it wasn't enough to avoid knocking her somewhat and poor Misao who up till this point of time was still in the midst of her thinking when she was bumped and because of the impact from the hit, she lost her balance and fell down the stairs, rump first.

Rubbing the tender area, Misao looked up from her position- the bottom of the stairs- and screamed at the offending person who was now making his or her way up the stairs without so much as a care for her safety or her bruised rear end for that matter.

"YOU IDIOT, COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW! HOW DARE YOU RUN AWAY FROM RESPONSIBILITY LIKE THAT! WHAT IF I HAD BROKEN ONE OF MY BEAUTIFUL LEGS? COME BACK HERE YOU COWARD!"

Everyone stared at the petite girl who was now waving her right hand angrily in the air while the other hand was still rubbing the bruised area. Misao stared angrily at the person. The person seemed to slow and jogged back down a bit to look at Misao. Misao looked at the boy, he had not said much and had not even offered to help her up but had only mumbled a quick 'sorry' and then was on his way again. Grumbling, she slowly limped back to the classroom which luckily for her was right in front of the stairs. She had almost made it halfway when she heard what sounded like the roar of elephant footsteps from behind her. Instinctively, she used what was left of her remaining strength and with what could only be counted as sheer luck, made her way back safely to class, missing by an inch before she was caught in the stampede of girls.

She dismissed it to the back of her mind and painfully walked to Kaoru's desk, but couldn't sit down even though her legs longed for a break. Misao could only stare at her cousin as Kaoru continued to eat her bento without so much of a glance at her! She opened her mouth to say something, but at the growling of her stomach she gave in and gingerly sat down to eat. She was about to tuck into the bento that Kaoru had taken from her school bag when she heard the unmistakable roar of footsteps again. This time along the corridor outside the classroom.

Kaoru raised an eyebrow when she saw that her cousin had taken to hiding underneath her table. "Misao, please come out from under the table."

Misao stood up to brush her skirt, ignoring the sharp pain in her rump when she had bent down and stood up again so quickly. Ignoring her Kaoru's skeptical gaze, she slowly sat back down. "Anyways, what's going on? What's with the elephant stampede?"

Kaoru gave a small sigh. She was hoping that she could have a word with Misao about her plans when the crazy horde of girls had thundered down the corridor and Misao had taken to diving under her table. "Just some girls chasing this guy," she said dismissively, hoping to get back to what was important and was about to bring up the issue when Misao interrupted her and had asked excitedly who was the guy. Kaoru knew from the moment the words had escaped her, that she was going to regret them.

"The new kid from England. Seta Soujirou."

Misao smiled to herself in glee. He was absolutely perfect, a foreign student with the sexual appeal to attract the whole female student population- with the exception of her and Kaoru- he was the one she looking for. She had found her man.

(A/N: Yupps, yet another chapter done. Hope that you guys will continue to read this fic and I promise to try my very best to put up a chapter everyday. Also, I would like to take the opportunity to reply to some of the reviews for my other story as I'm too lazy and tired (it's 1 in the morning) to answer the reviews.

Hopeless Lady & Chikky Fangirl: Since the story is from Misao's POV and at that time she was still thinking of Aoshi it's only natural to write that she thought Aoshi was better looking. Personally, I think Soujirou is a lot cuter than Aoshi. Always.

Sexy Gurl: How am I supposed to make them sexier? Care to reiterate that?

Anyways, thanks to all those who reviewed for my other story Cinderella- The Untold Story. Now to those who are reading this fic, review!)