Disclaimer: See previous chapter's… (Too lazy…XP)

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Chapter II

At long last, the final school bell for the day rang. In an instant, streams of students walked hurriedly down the stairs, then out of school. A couple of the rest of the students stayed on for the extra-curricular activity after school. Kotaro walked with eyes half-opened from corridor to corridor. Upon reaching the ice sports complex (A/N: it's in school…), he walked into the male changing room and took out a jersey to change.

Negime sneaked her way to the library where the first-aid brigadiers hold their meetings. Making sure there were no one behind her, she opened the door to the library and headed to the first-aid brigade's room. When she entered, she was already late, after apologizing, she took a seat. The head of first-aid group split them into different divisions, upon receiving the details, Negime nodded in comprehension and set off to the venue.

Kotaro yawned as the ice-hockey coach blabbered on about safety, "This could kill me, thank goodness it only happens on the first session of the year (A/N: so that means it is just the beginning of school, that explains a lot doesn't it…right…on with the story…)."

As Kotaro was bored stiff, his eyes loitered around, picking up a group of people entering the complex. After some thoughts raced around in his head, he returned back to listening to the coach's jibber-jabber.

Negime entered the ice sports complex, her group headed over to the audience seats. She looked around, finding a large group of ice-hockey players gathered, listening to their coach. The coach's booming voice reverberated through the entire complex, keeping the complex full of noise pollution.

After long last, the draggy speech had ended, leading more than half of the players there sighing in relief. Next, the coach talked to them about dividing them into divisions judging on their performances today and to see if they will be able to get in a better division. After many players had tried, it was Kotaro's turn. The coach held his stick in hand, Kotaro stared with half of his eye-lids open for a while before dashing forward. This caught the coach unaware, but it was not for long. The coach held out the stick, trying to snatch the puck away from Kotaro but Kotaro outmaneuvered the coach. He sped around the goal post, this creates a distraction for the goal-keeper, then he smacks the puck and it soared in.

"Awright…" Kotaro said, swinging his arms in victory.

"As always…the Inugami blood flows in you…I still remember the times your father did the school proud…" the coach stated.

"Well…his dead now, so just forget him…" Kotaro said stoically.

"Sorry for bringing that up…anyways…you just got yourself a place in division 'A'…"

"The best division of all…thanks coach…"

"Don't go crying on me…next…"

"Blegh…" Kotaro stuck his tongue out.

Negime looked as each of the players got into different groups. It was obvious that the division to the most right was the better division. She spotted a person that belongs to the same class with her.

"At least there's someone that is in the same class…though I can't think of the name now…" Negime thought inwardly to herself.

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I just realized that I didn't state how Kotaro looks like…okay…in book fourteen, Kotaro eats the aging pill…yea…you get the point…that's exactly how he looks like, except for the ears and tail…also, their all eighteen… Oh…and one more thing (A/N: lolz…Jacky chan's uncle…), REVIEW!!! XP