Kyoko: You're horrible!

BNH: I'M SORRY! I meant to update. I really did, but then—

Kyoko (creepily): No excuses.

BNH (crying): I don't own Shugo Chara! And I don't run my own life yet .

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Little Kukai's POV

"I'm gonna find him and kill him." I thought to myself as I wove my way through the hall in search of my twin. "I would have at least waited 'til he was free before bailing, had the situation been reversed!"

The sea of freshman parted in front of me like the Red Sea before Moses, and I knew it was because of the speak-to-me and die vibes I was giving off, but I just really didn't care. That is until I tuned into a certain conversation.

"What I'm saying is how could she act like that?! In public, I mean. I understand Mom being weird at home, but outside she's supposed to be cool mom," commented a blonde girl.

The purple-haired girl from early called her name sharply, "Rima." She held her mouth tightly and eyed the first girl through her Ray-Ban glasses as she readjusted the spiral notebooks she was carrying. If nothing else, she looked industrious. Of course, she had more going on for than that— her hair, for one thing. It was long and purple and shiny, even at a glance.

"But you know it's true," Continued the first girl. "She raises us to be conservative and graceful, and then goes and disgraces the family because she sees one of her old friends?! And dad didn't even anything. What kind of—" the Rima girl cuts herself off when she looks at her sister. "Don't look at me like that, Temari! I didn't say the word."

"Temari. So that's her name," I thought to myself and proceeded to search for my relations in a significantly better mood.

Little Nagi's POV

I ignored my sisters' conversation. Rima's such a material girl. Ryuu told us to text him when the freshman assembly thing ended. He said he would show us where to go and stuff. "I can't have you guys wandering around like so many lost goslings to be snatched up. Mom would have my head," He said something like that. There was also something about a girl preying on my heart's egg which—let's be honest—creeped me out a bit. So, the task of contacting my generally combative elder brother fell to me.

We're out. Waiting for you in front of the lockers by the first floor staircase.

Sent.

As soon as I looked up I saw this guy standing maybe ten feet away from us gaping at my sisters. He smiled to himself suddenly and walked away with a face painted in triumph as though he had somehow satisfied some great curiosity. I looked back at my sisters who, based on the fact that their conversation hadn't changed and they didn't look in any way disturbed, hadn't noticed. I think he was with that pink-haired stalker earlier. I might have to keep an eye out for him.

Aneko's Point Of View

Katsumi told me to keep Kyoko in her egg on the first day of school. He said that way I would be less tempted to talk to her in public. It was the only brotherly advice he gave me for the genesis of my high school career. "When you look like you're talking to air, other kids are less likely to approach you," he'd said in a bored tone. Well of course. Still, I tried to make sure I took his advice seriously.

Katsumi is the only kid I know who could go from being restrained to the point of social-awkwardness in fourth grade to popular, well-adjusted and still excelling academically when he skipped fifth grade. His guardian character was born during that time of lonely confusion in fourth grade. I remember it all with a fair amount of distinction because back then, I was his best friend. When his character came he didn't just "grow a little rough around the edges." He grew edges! At any rate, any and all social advice he gives will be received with my utmost sincerity, even if he is in the principal's office at this very moment.

I moved through the excited chaos that was the freshman division of my new school. As I tried to figure out where the hall traffic was flowing to, it picked up speed and I was swept into a guy with abs like a washboard. Like, he was so toned, you could feel it through his sweater. My eyes bulged and for a moment, my body froze with my cheek pushed up against his chest and the arm that had been nonchalantly readjusting my messenger bag imprinting the feeling of his solid torso in my memory. Upon gathering my wits, I took two steps back, sputtering apologies to the floor as I did. I prayed a series of silent prayers that were both accusations and desperate pleas to escape the situation. Then I darted around him and down the hall.

Only once, I looked back. In the sea of freshman from the city of Seiyo, one boy, head and shoulders above the rest stood out, as he walked against the waters. His hair was jet black and his skin had a tan atypical for a Japanese person from the city. I only remember meeting one person with black hair in this city before (though I imagine there must be more somewhere, they just haven't been part of my experience)—the Aniki of the boy from my old school. That startlingly attractive Aniki…

A voice broke through my reverie and halted my stride. "Aneko!" My cousin breathed heavily. Souma Kukai stood a good four inches taller than I. He patted my head and looked around pleasantly. "Found you. Now I just have to find that complicated brother of mine and we'll all head over to look at the class roster." He seemed so pleased with himself that had I been focused on—or really even thinking about— him or his budding conversation at all, I would have asked why he was so happy. As it was, I made some noncommental noise and proceeded as his accompaniment down the hall.

This is my outer self. I'm kind of eye-catching because of my genetics, but my personality leaves much to be desired. There isn't much to it. I'm a quiet, curious girl who goes with the flow (which is how I got in trouble in elementary school; if I was blamed I wasn't one to fight it) and tries her best.

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BNH: Yeah… I'm sorry about the short chapter. I just really wanted to post something. I haven't updated any of my stories in ages and I was really enjoying writing them. My most recent update on any of my stories before now was during my freshman year. I'm a senior now and I'm on vacation for Thanksgiving so hopefully I'll get back into the swing of things soon