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Therefore, I will relay a special piece of information exclusively for you all. I will do this every time I feel like it.

(Special Info #1: Though I have the story planned out to an extent, I have not decided whether or not Sei will earn himself a Harem. And because of recent anime I've seen, definitelynotLoveHina, I have been more than inclined to grant Sei this heavenly gift.)

And so we continue.


Natsu was laughing at me. Though I should take offense to that, it was well deserved.

Honestly, if someone told me I was going to be mobbed by a bunch of girls from different classes all within five seconds, I should have just changed my name. I could have borrowed Natsu's and called it a day. Though these all seem like stupid ideas, what the hell was I supposed to do? Just let this happen knowing the great pain that lies ahead of me? Well sorry but I'm no muscle man. Go ahead and try it. If someone so much as twists my arm, I'm sure it'll pop right off.

"Bwahahahahahaha!" Natsu continued to laugh. I was getting irritated, yes, but why should I stop him? Besides, "it's only funny if it isn't you", or so the saying goes. I'll let him enjoy his little party. But then his laugh started getting louder.

"Can you quiet it down? We might get caught up here"

"Ah..." He paused momentarily to wipe a few tears of joy. "Sorry, Sei. But dang. Who wudda thunk that you'd be Nico Yazawa's lil' brother! I suspected it but I was too late, eh? But I was all, 'No way!' and threw the entire idea out the window. 'Sides, right now, I'm guessin' you're popular with the girls now"

"What are you talking about?"

"Ya really dunno? Well, all the girls won' stop talkin' 'bout ya. How yer Nico-Nico's lil' bro and all, plus you got the looks, man!"

I wanted to ask him, since when was my image anywhere near that of an ideal male? Sure, my hair looks nice but everything from the forehead to my toes gives off the impression of some sadistic killer. Pale skin, squinty eyes, obvious eye bags and slumped shoulders are attractive?

"In an alternate universe, yeah"

"Aww. Don't be so hard on yourself. Pretty sure there's a girl out there with a taste for guys like you" If that were true, then I truly pity that girl. There are, really other guys out there more capable. Me? I don't have the time to think about having a girlfriend. Though it sounds nice, I do doubt I'll be able to maintain my lifestyle.

Natsu and I sat on the roof trying to avoid any crowd. Though it would be unrealistic to think these sophisticated girls would have some sort of hive mentality and are keeping up their search for me, I'm still not taking my chances. Besides, I liked it way better up here.

"Anyway, 'bout your sister..."

"Not you too..."

Natsu began waving his hands in denial. "W-Waiddaminute! Tha's not what I wus gun' ask!" He let out a sigh before speaking again. "Well... 'Cordin to some site, Nico Yazawa only had three siblings. One lil' brother and two sisters. How come no'un ever menshunned you? I mean, yer her family, right?"

I didn't know how to answer other than- "It's complicated" It wasn't that I'd rather not talk about it but it was hard to explain my situation. But for whatever it's worth, I did try to give Natsu the gist of everything. He nodded a few times until I finally finished.

"Dang... To not be with yer family for so long... An' ya didn't even get mad?"

"I don't think so... So far as I can remember. They were always in touch" Natsu wasn't the first to react this way. Everyone I've told about my situation always seemed to look sorry for me. It made me uncomfortable so I did the best I can to look happy in front of everyone else. Though almost honest, I just can't feel like them. I always regarded my family as always there. They weren't going anywhere, nor was I. What was the point of missing them? The distance between a person from his family, I wonder how a normal person must feel...

"A-Ah, you know what, let's drop the topic. Ya don't look too good"

It took me a while to realize what he was talking about. The window that separated us from the city below was showing an image of a sad looking me. Was I just caught looking sentimental!? "Dang..." I wipe my eyes and try to look a bit more confident. "It's alright. Just thinking about a few things. Anyway, lunch is almost over. I think we should head back..."

"'Aight.." After Natsu gave me his promised drink, I headed straight back for my classroom. Of course, I wasn't too welcomed. It was still the first day after all. Though some did ask me where I was, I just told them I was walking around. Not entirely false, but not very true either. A few moments later, we had our orientation. Standard procedure for most high schools. Though, I did manage to get a glimpse at the world famous A-Rise on stage. I swear I heard Natsu shouting somewhere in the crowd. Come to think of it, only knowing him for a few hours, Natsu Edogawa is a pretty nice guy. He's an outgoing guy which is not exactly a character I expected to find out in this school.

So far, he was the only person I've talked to thus far. Though, it's pretty excusable, it being the first day and all. But still, it would have been nice if I had talked to a few more people today. Kind of depressing, leaving school at such a low note.

As soon as the first day of classes came to an end, Natsu and I started walking to our homes. Though, I did stop by his first, just to see what the dorms were like.

Well... One can only guess what it would look like. Though I was expecting much more, I'd say this was better than the norm. It was your basic dorm setup with a few techy things here and there like automated curtains and a remotely adjustable bed. Plus hot water for the showers. To anyone used to living in dorms, this place was a dream come true.

I let out a whistle in admiration. "This is pretty... clean"

"Really, that's the best part 'bout it, hehehehe. Make yourself at home" Natsu bashfully rubs his nape. "Oh, and check this out!" Hastily, he proceeds to his closet and rummaged through his stuff. As I browsed around his room, on his bedside, I found a picture of someone I think I knew. As I looked closer, it became pretty evident. On top of a stage, a teenager stood on-stage, holding out a guitar. He had a strong smile and, even from a picture, I can hear the recurring melody from his defined strumming.

"Ah, that's-"

"Kyousuke-san, lead guitarist for the Marauders back in the 80s"

"You're a fan too!? Wherave ya been all mah life!? These guys are based as hell, y'know!?"

The Marauders. Back in the day, these guys were all the rage. At the time, rock music was literally banned from a lot of all-girls schools around his area. To counter, he would install a guitar on the intercom and woo the girls with his music. Soon, he was caught and was given due punishment for his behavior. After a while, he stopped but came back with even more members, meaning more instruments. That's how the Marauders were born. For a while, they remained completely anonymous, releasing songs by the number. And when their graduation was closing in, they held their one and only live show during a festival at Otonokizaka High before never showing their faces again.

Meaning, this picture must have been from that time.

"I have a similar one back home. Or rather, my new home"

For a good number of hours, we started talking about music, mostly underground. He had selective tastes but there was no denying our admiration for Marauders. Sometimes, I wish they would come back. I'd like to play with them sometime. Though, I'm not the best, and I did stop practicing for a few months since the tests began, I will try my best, if given the chance.

"Eh!? So, you play too!?"

"Just sometimes"

"KUUUUU, how much cooler can ya get!?"

Flattered, I hide my embarrassed look. "C-Can you not?"

"Eh? But you really are cool, man. Like, wicked! I wish I could play guitar like you..."

"Quit it. I might blush"

"Heeeh? But you really are"

"Stop!" One humble weakness of mine is my ability to get embarrassed easily when flattered. This has been a recurring problem since I was a kid. I was never once offended when someone made fun of me or said something negative about me. But, whenever someone sets expectations for me, I become nervous and lose trust that I could exceed the standards these people set for me. It's nerve wracking, honestly.

As soon as the clock struck seven, I stood and made my way to leave. "Eh? A'ready?"

"Well, I have a few errands I need to run. I just came today since I had time"

"Feel free to come on by, an'time" He offered.

And with that, I left the apartments. Though it would have been nice to live here, I'd feel like I'd find more warmth in my own. Which reminds me, my mom asked me to go buy her sweets. Though she said it was for all of us to share, knowing my mom, she'd probably just sneak some out while no one is looking. Just like everyone else in the family, she was sweet in her own way.

Before I left, I asked Natsu if he knew a good sweets shop. He recommended a shop called 'Homura's'. He didn't say much about it but I figure it was better than scouting all of Tokyo just to find a good sweets store. It was the first month of Spring still and it was only mildly cold. I didn't need a jacket but I did feel a few goosebumps here and there.

As I neared the location, and this is according to Waze which isn't really famous around Japan, I started to get thirsty and, conveniently, like everything else that's happened to me the past months, there was a vending machine just right next to me. It had quite the spot as it stood on a corner before a road going up to a shrine. I had to acknowledge it since anyone planning on going up those steps might want a drink first.

"Well, it can't hurt" I took out my wallet and began rummaging around, looking for enough for a mango juice drink. It was all change but it was good enough. Just, thank goodness nothing was slipping off-

My hand slipped and, suddenly, all the coins fell on the ground. I felt my face form a sort of shocked look. The ones you only see in anime.

"Agh!" I started to pick them all up one by one. As soon as I picked up the third coin, I see, from the corner of my eye, a person walk over to me.

"Erm, mind if I help?" It was a girl's voice. It was familiar somehow but I couldn't put my finger on it. But that wasn't what was important. If I was given help, then I'll gladly take it.

"Sure" After we had picked everything up, I let out a long sigh. "Ah... Thanks"

"No problem. Happy to help" She hands me my coins politely and right as I was going to get my drink, I see her face.

Her hair was a mixture of ginger and brown, with some of it tied to a side ponytail to her left. Her face was puffy, like cotton candy, except brighter. Her eyes were a clear blue where I could see my dazed expression from. And finally, there was that smile I've only ever seen in posters and billboards. Of all the people I would meet today, I never expected one of them to be her.

Honoka Kousaka.

"I-Is something wrong...? I-Is there something on my face!?" She began reacting and this was because I didn't catch myself staring at her. Damn, for a second there, I think I was mesmerized. It wasn't every day you'd met a cute girl like that, especially someone like her; the all-around and outgoing leader of Muse.

"Ah, it's nothing. Here, let me get you a drink"

"Heh!? Really!? Thanks, mister! I'll have an oolong tea!" Without even a second of humility, I punch in the numbers for both our drinks. And what's with the mister? Do I really look that old to her. Besides, I'm supposed to be two years younger, aren't I?

I hand her her drink and take a good sip out of mine. Now would be a great time to ask her if I'm going the right way. "Say, miss... Honoka, am I right?"

"Eh!? How'd you know my name!?" Shouldn't she be used to being called out by strangers? Especially when you're a national music sensation?

"Well, everyone knows who you are, anyway..."

"Oh... Well, that's true..." She bashfully replies.

"Anyway, I was hoping you'd get me to a certain place. A sweets shop called Homura's. Ever heard of it?"

With a glow in her face, she takes both my hands and presses them on hers. "Eh!? So you're a customer!?"

"...Huh?"

"You're looking for our shop, right!? Let's go! It's just this way!"

"B-But..."

And so, there I was. Like a blizzard, this girl who barely knew who I was, dragged me to a place. A place far from where I usually stood.

A place I hoped to never reach.


Apologies for the short chapter.

Didn't have much ideas to dump on this one.

Anywho, that was Chapter Two! Thanks again for the support.

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Once more, Hanoo out.