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For all of you out there, this almost entire idea was mine. The only parts that were .Fangirl's was Chardonnay, Amarante, And NateXChar. That is it for her. The rest is mine, so if any more of you try to claim it, then I am taking this story off. If you give me ideas I will Give you your respected Patent for those that you give me. Don't Try to claim parts that you know you didn't come up with, that is RUDE, DISRESPECTFUL, AND TENDS TO HURT PEOPLE'S FEELINGS. On a brighter note. Please try to pass this story on to your friends, i would like more viewers, and I will credit you all, for every friend you bring into the fandom. Thanks :)

Chapter 4

Nate's first few days were hectic. There was getting into shape, and in between exercising Nate had to either do schoolwork, or spar with the other exorcists. Of course, those depended on whether Lavi thought Nate looked tired or not, if he did then it was schoolwork, if not then sparring. Nate actually preferred the sparring, because he had a chance to look at that pretty girl Chardonnay. She was his age, height, they both came from France, and so in other words, they were perfect for each other. At the moment, Nate was doing schoolwork, and Miranda was the one schooling him. Since she was the oldest, Nate figured she would be the easiest on him. Oh no! Miranda gave him more homework than all the others would. Because unlike the others, Miranda had actually been a schoolteacher, but of course with her being the clumsiest person on the planet, she got fired after the first week. For breaking school property, and accidentally stabbing one kid with scissors. It wasn't a deep wound, a mere 3 inches in the shoulder, but a parent complained so she was off. Miranda had also given so much work that was completely unnecessary, just to test the kids, and she was doing so now.

"Oh please, Miranda-senpai" Nate began, "please don't give me anymore work, we both know I won't be able to do it all by the next lesson. In reply, Miranda gave him another set of problems to work on. After another twenty minutes of suffering, Lavi came by to get Nate again. Nate quickly gathered up his work, and rushed out the door, but realized that Lavi had not followed. He went back to the classroom, and standing in the doorway was Lavi, just staring at Miranda like a stalker, but she was staring back at him. Nate loudly cleared his throat. Lavi turned around, saw Nate and gave him a knowing look. Then he started walking to the arena. Miranda however was looking sadly at the book in her hands.

Back at the arena, Lavi was getting Nate's stuff ready for him. Weights and sweeping the racetrack.

"Why don't you just ask her out on a date," Nate said. "You know she likes you, so why not make the best of it?"

"Because, it would interfere with our jobs. Say if one of us was to die in battle, and the widowed one was grieving, then the Millennium Earl was to come along with an Akuma… BAM instant access to his greatest enemies." "That is why we can't date." "But you and you little looker on the other hand…" Lavi let the sentence hang.

"What little looker, who?" Nate said, but he knew, and Lavi knew he did, so he just let it hang.

"OK KID TIME FOR SUPPER" Lavi yelled as he ran off to the cafeteria, leaving Nate to pick everything up. Nate bent down and started trying to pick up the weights, when he saw a mighty fine pair of legs in front of him.

"Need some help?" Chardonnay asked "I did my fair share of weight lifting around here when I first came." "Of course it was only a week ago, but we all have our strengths don't we?"

"I-I sure do," Nate stuttered. Looking down at his hands in case Char leaned down a certain way and he could see up her skirt. Damn these hormones Nate thought.

"So…You need any help getting around?" "This place can be awfully confusing for awhile," Char said.

"Nope, I know my way fine," Nate said, looking into Char's eyes, "But I do need help in other things." Char nodded, seeming to know exactly what he meant.

"Well, meet me behind the cafeteria tomorrow after training, and we'll see if I can help," Char said with a sly smile on her lips. Nate started to say something, but Char put he finger to his lips, and kissed him. Then she got up to leave, but thought of something. She turned towards Nate, who was staring at her back, and said,

"Don't be late."