a/n: I have misspelled the word 'Oujisama'! Gasped!! Why didn't anyone tell me I'm making a stupid stupid mistake? It's O-u-j-i-s-a-m-a not O-j-i-i-s-a-m-a. I usually write 'ōjisama' if I use romanji, and writing is a little different from typing so… yeah, i know. It's still stupid.. :x

Turning Point

Chapter 5

It only took Yuujirou a full hour to understand the situation in the famous St. White all girls school, and he must say that he was…amused… shocked and speechless in the first time, but amused in the end. He knew that the tension in an all boys school was high and that it was necessary to maintain a system such as Hime system to fix that problem while giving color to the dull lives of its students. Arisada had kindly explained that fact over and over again every time Mikoto sulked and refused to do his job. He just didn't know that such problems also occurred in an all girls school…

What he didn't know was that it's waaay worse in the girls school.

"I hope the girls didn't scare you…" Kishimoto stated, a large sweatdrop appeared on her head as she saw the blond princess' expression changed from 'interested' to 'it's fun to watch you girls but I'd rather stay AWAY' when her rabid fangirls bunch suddenly flocked around them and began to giggle, squeal and take pictures of both her and Yuujirou.

In Yuujirou's case, they also molested him. What could she say, they were all desperate girl students locked in a tight all girls boarding school ran by catholic nuns who never saw God's other supreme creature called 'man' ever since they entered the school. All the teachers and students, even the animals, were female. Even the most polite, shy, innocent girl would turn into a savage beast when they saw their other half after attending this specific school.

"Kyyaaa!! Akira sama, who is this guy? He's SooOOo CUTE!!" Shouted one girl as she forcefully took the blond's chin and observed his face.

"Oh. My. God. He's not cute, he's pretty! Are you sure he's not a she?!" Claimed the other girl. She then tried to strip the poor princess naked to make sure he didn't have breast, Yuujirou had to fight as hard as he could (all the while trying not to hurt the crazy bunch, which was a tempting feasible thing to do when you were at his shoe right then) to keep both his clothes and sanity intact. God, if he didn't have girls-phobia before, he sure would after this.

A few gropes, squeals and lots of giggling later, Ritsuko decided to help the blond. Not that she's unperceptive of her surrounding or anything, but for a moment there she really thought that Yuujirou didn't need her help to handle the situation. Yuujirou was a guy after all. Guys supposed to hate it when girls helped them, right?

That and because she had one of her usual asthma attack making it impossible to move or yelled let alone ordering twenty or so fangirls to stop molesting the princess. Heck, she couldn't even BREATH.

"Girls.." She called out weakly.

Of course, her angelic like voice (meaning: inaudible for those whose heart was controlled by the devils) wasn't enough to make the girls stop. In fact, they practically ignored her.

Akira felt pitty for her SC president, but she couldn't do anything about it. She was also overwhelmed by the girls though not as bad as Yuujirou.

Ritsuko took a long deep breath in her effort not to explode right then and there – besides asthma, she also had a low blood pressure so sudden act which required a lot of energy was prohibited for her – repeating the process two more times before she called again, "Girls, please behave."

Another failure.

At that point, Yuujirou had thought several ways to free himself from the clutch of evil, desperate fangirls but none resulted in zero casualties. Damn… His 'Queen's smile' tactics seemed ineffective for this bunch either, what to do…

"GIIRRLLSSS!!!" Ritsuko finally lost her patience and started to yell. But it wasn't her yell that made the fangirls stopped, Yuujirou to fall in to yet another speechless moment, Akira to pale and shoved away her fans. It was what happened next that made them react that way.

"Haruna!!" In panic, Akira yelled and stormed her way to catch the lithe, pale body before it hit the ground. Quickly, Yuujirou asked the crowd to give a little space so that they didn't consume the oxygen supply, which Ritsuko very much needed. He pitied the girl but at the same time, he admired her. With that weak body of hers, she succeeded in taking the role of SC president in a school full of barbaric girls… It should be considered a miracle for her not to bid her farewell to this world already with that kind of pressure. "Breath slowly."

She nodded weakly, letting the tall, tanned girl to loose the ribbon tied on her neck and unbuttoned the first button of her shirt.

"She okay?" The blond asked worriedly.

"She's fine. It happened all the time." Akira assured him.

"We're sorry, Ritsuko kaichou, Akira sama!!" All the girls yelled in unison, sharing the same guilty face as they saw Akira put Ritsuko's head to her lap while warding her hand over the president's face.

"I know you are. Now please, resume whatever activity you were doing before. I'll take care the rest." She ordered firmly, using her Ouji charisma to repel the girls.

Yeah, it only took him one full hour to understand how things were going in St. White. He learned it the hard way that to survive in an all girls school, particularly in St. White all girls school, one needed to master Akira's 'Ouji smile'. Because obviously, his 'Queen's smile' didn't have much impact.

"I'll show you to our room once Ritsuko-san feels better."

Since Yuujirou would be spending the whole week in St. White's dorm, Arisada – being the nice SC president that he was //cough// not //cough// - told the dorm leader to move Mikoto back to P-Room until the dance party was over. It would be easier to keep an eye on their safety, he reasoned, but since Arisada said that in a capricious manner he highly doubt it yet made no effort to investigate the matter any further. He didn't find any problems in moving a princess in to a princess room after all.

What he didn't know was the pink haired princess did have a problem in sharing a room, particularly sharing a room with Tooru… as in he didn't want to. The two still had this long awkward silence each time their eyes gazed each other ever since Mikoto caught you-know-who doing you-know-what so sharing a room with him for the whole week was really the last thing he wanted to do.

However, it was Arisada's order he was talking about. Who could go against him?

"I hear the party will be held here." Tooru tried to break the ice.

"Hm…" He mumbled, trying to keep himself busy by doing his homework until he remembered about the letter that his girlfriend sent him. Call them stupid, helpless romantic couple but he found it cute when Megumi said she wanted to try a different communication method other than phone calls once in a while.

"As Hime, we will be learning the girls' dancing step."

"Hm…" He mumbled again.

Tooru rolled his eyes toward Mikoto silently, thought for a while, then started a new topic, "About Yuujirou…"

"Ouch.." Mikoto was surprised to saw blood coming out from his finger and was even surprised to find a small razor blade popping out from the envelope. It was really one of the oldest tricks in the book if you want to hurt someone you hate, but why did Megumi… wait.. If he remembered correctly, there were two letters in his bag earlier…

"I mean, about us…" Tooru started to stutter while trying to hold down his blush, "The point is.. Hey, are you even listening?!"

Mikoto quickly sucked the blood in and covered the letter with his homework books before he turned his body around, "What?"

"You're bleeding."

"Just a papercut."

There were two letters in his bag earlier, one was for him from Megumi while the other was for Yuujirou. He must be giving the wrong letter to the blond princess back then…

He thought for a while, totally ignoring the confused Tooru before he said, "I'm going to use the phone." And with that, Mikoto quickly left the room.

Tooru gazed his friend's back silently until it disappeared then shifted it toward Mikoto's desk. To be honest, he was curious. It was very clear for him that the pink haired princess was hiding something, him giving no reaction whatsoever when being teased about how he didn't get tired calling his girlfriend each and every night was a good proof to support his suspicion.

And he remembered, though only faintly, that something similar had happened several months earlier just before the incident where Sayaka pushed his (ex)girlfriend from a crossing bridge.

After he was sure that Mikoto was somewhere far away from the room, he got up from bed and walked toward the desk. He searched around the desk for a while until he found what he was looking for, a small white envelope, which had a little bloodstain on it.

'First it was only a small papercut..'

The image of a girl with long black hair began to flash in his mind. He could see her smiled, shaking her head slowly as she hid her hands behind her back.'Don't worry. It's only a small cut.'

He sighed and quickly put all the things on Mikoto's desk back to its previous state. He only had one word inside his mind that time and it was the name of his little sister. He didn't know why Sayaka sent the letter to Mikoto instead of Yuujirou but he knew he had to do something before it's too late.

Later on that night, in a meeting room inside a 30-floor building

"I am Ryuzaki. I'll be replacing my dad in running the board as director from now on." The young executive stated, trying to hide his nervousness as he spoke. No matter how smart and competent you were, you'd still get nervous speaking in front older people in your first meeting.

"Well, well… you look a lot like you father." Said one of the board members excitedly.

"Have you visited both schools?"

"Aa, not yet. I planned to visit them tomorrow." Was his polite answer. He thought he saw evil glint in everyone's eye when he said that, forcing him to think whether he had picked the wrong set of words.

Okay, so he was exaggerating when he said 'evil glint', it was more like an amused and excited look. What were those old people thinking? Was there anything he should but didn't know?

"Both Fujimori Gakuen and St. White hold a precious…" The oldest board member exchanged look with his associates, smiled mysteriously before continuing the words, "Treasure. Isn't that right, sister?"

The old nun nodded, and if she was trying to hide her laugh, she was doing a very lame job at it. "You're going to love it."

"Treasure?"

They only laughed, leaving the young director at lost, thinking 'Should I or should I not be grateful for not knowing what they were talking about?'

a/n: okay! end of chapter. Like it? Anyway, I'm feeling very talkative right now so the a/n will be a little longer than before. You can skip this though, I'm not forcing you to read my rant.. :)

I'm trying to follow the original plot but at the same time inserting my own idea. I must say that this story had moved in to a different direction than I planned before. Haha.. I'm not the one to actually create a plot first before writing a story. Trust me, it's better that way. One of my stories in PoT section is stuck in the second chapter because I simply don't want to follow the plot I made.

I once go to an all girls school back in high school, and I mean it when I wrote 'desperate girl students'. My friends (and me, sometimes :) were going crazy each time a bunch of male students (usually from an all boys school not so far away from my school. That school and my school happened to have a good relationship) visited my school (though they didn't go as far as molested the guys. Not when the nuns were around anyway. And they were a.l.w.a.y.s. around) As long as you're not female, you'll be treated like a superstar there.

About Kishimoto and Haruna… Do you notice that Kishimoto uses two different ways to call her friend? Well, there's a reason behind it. Curious? Oh yeah, since the Ouji system is quite new in St. White, they don't have the security system like in Fujimori Gakuen. That's why the girls are able to grope and take pictures of our dear blond princess :P

Lastly… I really appreciate your reviews, it really gives a good mood boost for my day //squeal// Don't be afraid to send me critics either, I love critics. The harsher the critics, the more I'm encouraged to change. Seriously. This applies for my other stories too, kay?

Disclaimer: Not mine