Secret identities

This one isn't really my idea. I got the idea form a TV show I heard of, I just switched a few details so it fit here. I can't say it's exactly the same because I haven't been able to watch it yet, but I also can't claim the idea of the idea/inspiration as my own.

The girl with raven hair chewed on her pencil absentmindedly. She didn't know that she was doing it, her eyes trained on another sitting on the other end of the classroom. Her head and heart were both focusing on him, instead of the piece of wood, metal, eraser and lead. A long sigh was released from her mouth as she focused on him, hoping that she wouldn't be noticed. Unfortunately, she was.

"I really don't know what that pencil could have done to hurt you so much, but maybe you should put it out of its misery." Hakuei jumped in her seat at the sound of her cousin's voice. A few people glanced back to see what had happened. All they caught was Hakuei's blushing face, so they all turned back to the lesson carelessly. Koumei laughed under his breath as his step-sister turned red. "I'm just speaking on behalf of the pencil-labour rights movement. That pencil has been overworked."

He snapped his mouth shut when she stomped on his foot. "Shut up Koumei," She shushed him as he bit his lip to stop from whimpering in pain. "He almost heard you!"

Koumei would have laughed if he wasn't in pain. "If he hasn't felt you boring your eyes into the back of his skull I doubt he's going to notice anything by now." Hakuei knew he was kidding, but glanced over at him to be sure. He hadn't noticed her at all, too busy writing down notes for the class. Part of her wished he had noticed. Even a little? "Hakuei, I'm supposed to be known as the lazy one. You are known as the smart teachers-pet, and yet you can't even take notes for one class. Your grade is going to get lower than mine."

Hakuei scoffed at that. "No matter how distracted I get, you're too lazy for my grades to ever get below yours." Her step-brother was very intelligent, but his laziness and habit of sleeping in class brought him behind in his evaluations. That, and most teachers didn't like him.

He didn't seem torn up about it. "Okay, maybe not. But people are going to start thinking you're sick." Leaning closer he whispered in her ear, "and I'm sure you really don't want people to know that you're love-sick," he sang the last words to tease her, but that only resulted in him getting kicked in the shins and whimpering in pain. "Sorry," he squeaked.

"I am NOT love-sick," Hakuei tried to defend herself, but knew it was useless. Koumei knew his cousin well enough to know there was a reason when she would blush when a certain person passed or try and look nice even when all she was doing was going to school. "Oh pay attention," she urged him when his knowing smile made her want to flip a table.

"Yes," he mused, turning towards the chalkboard so he could pretend to listen. "Because you are doing such a good job at that." She bit her lip so she didn't start the fight again. Deep down, she knew she wouldn't win.

After too long, the class was dismissed. The bell rang, and instantly students got out of their seats. Koumei and Hakuei gathered their books quickly. Koumei had no desire to be in the school longer than he had to. The two of them headed to the door, both anxious to be home for different reasons. As they were leaving, they were in for a bit of a surprise.

"Hakuei?" Hakuei froze. Had she heard that right? She hadn't misinterpreted the voice? Koumei glanced at his cousin's awestruck face and snickered. Kouha would have a field day if he had been there.

Forcing herself to keep her cool, she slowly turned to see who had called her name. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw Sinbad behind her, Jafar catching up to him. He had that addicting smile on his face and his bag carelessly tossed on one shoulder. His hair was to long for regulation, and the black shirt did not fit the uniform. No one had bothered to comment however. "Hey, can I ask you a favour?" Koumei considered taking out a camera when Hakuei looked like he'd just asked her to run off into the sunset.

"Y-yeah!" Hakuei exclaimed, a little too loudly. "I-I mean, uh…yeah, sure. I don't mind helping out, always good to be helpful. We weren't doing too much, I've got the time, not a big deal," she trailed off when she realized she was babbling. Koumei covered his mouth to keep from laughing while Hakuei suppressed the urge to run away and never look back or send Koumei running and never looking back. "Uh…what was it you wanted?"

To her relief, Sinbad didn't comment. "I wasn't here for class yesterday because Jafar and I were…home sick," he added after a pause. "Is there any chance you could lend us some to make a copy?" Hakuei had no problem with sharing notes. The fact that Sinbad was the one asking didn't hurt either.

"S-sure!" She hurried to rummage through her bag to try and find the notes. As she nearly reached them, she noticed Koumei shaking his head in the corner of her eye. What did he mean no? Why wouldn't she want to help Sinbad out when he asked her for a favour-

Oh right. She hadn't been in class yesterday either.

Stupid criminals robbing banks in the middle of school hours.

"Um…Actually, I just remembered. I ah…" She scrambled for an excuse. "I…I left my notes at home," she finally told them, making Koumei sigh in exasperation. "I'll bring them in tomorrow. Is that okay?" Sinbad gave her a heartwarming smile.

"Of course. Thanks very much, this class is hard enough without having to miss a few days here and there." Hakuei laughed, more to herself than to him. Oh he had no idea. "Hamlet is a really interesting character, but I think we could be reading some better material if you ask me," Sinbad continued, trying to start a polite conversation. "The stories of huckleberry Finn would be a great read. The decision to try and figure out the social norms then actually doing something about it would be pretty easy to write an essay on. Even an essay on Mark Twain and how he himself had to become that…what did he call it…1 in 1000? 10,000? Anyway, I loved that book." Hakuei's heart lifted when he said that. She admired his love of books and how intelligently he spoke. Trust her, intelligent conversation could be pretty hard to come by.

"Y-yeah, I mean it was a great story, b-but," just as she was starting to get used to using her tongue to make actual words, she was interrupted by a beeping sound from her bag. To make it worse, she knew it wasn't her phone. Her hands clenched at her side as she wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole. Not now!

Probably for the best, Koumei recognized the sound. "Sorry Sinbad, but Hakuei needs to go now." Sinbad nodded understandingly.

"That's alright. Sorry for taking up your time." Turning to Hakuei he gave her a kind smile. "I'll see you tomorrow I guess." Hakuei's heart fluttered but outwardly she tried to seem normal.

"Yeah. That sounds…sick." Koumei groaned and hid his face in his hands. Sinbad gave her a look, but waved as he hurried to go find his friends. Hakuei kept the smile on her face until he'd left, then it fell so quickly you'd question if it was even there. "I'm an idiot."

"I think that goes without saying," Koumei agreed, patting her on the back. "Did you just try to talk like one of the cool-I'm sorry, 'sick' kids?" her glare was hard enough to break through iron.

"Give me a break, would you?" Hakuei grumbled, trudging past him into the hallway. If her alarm was going off, that meant she had to get ready before Al-thamen did something she couldn't solve. "They don't exactly teach you how to be cool in school you know."

Her brother shrugged. "Fair enough. Speaking of being cool, smooth moves there miss teachers-pet. How are you planning on getting those notes you weren't in class for?" Hakuei glared at him, knowing he was enjoying her pain rather than sympathising.

"I'll figure something out." After a pause she questioned, "What are the odds that you took the notes?" Koumei just stared at her. "None? Fine. Forget I asked."

"While I can't wait to see how you figure it all out," He patted her backpack, reminding her why they'd left in a hurry. "You should go get ready." Hakuei sighed. Why did all the terrible things seem to happen at the worst time possible?

The two of them rushed to find an empty room. The only place that they could find in the small amount of time they had was-of course-the janitor's closet. "You have got to be kidding me," Hakuei moaned. "Must I?"

Koumei didn't find a problem with it. "Hey, we can always keep looking if you want to risk it," Hakuei shook her head as she hurried into the room. As soon as it clicked shut she heard her cousin move so he was in front of the door, keeping watch. Hakuei struggled to rummage through her bag, wondering why she couldn't be more organized and leave it in a different, easily accessible part of her bag. Some books and papers were tossed aside until she finally pulled out a white, feathery fan. Her secret weapon.

As soon as she'd grabbed it, her clothes changed. Her school pants changed into white skin-tight pants with a white and pink skirt overtop. The white dress shirt and tie turned into a white tank-top framed with gold and pink bands around the waist. Her jewelry became gold bracelets and anklets with white feathers. Instead of her comfortable running shoes she was put in brown sandals that she wished weren't as exposed to the elements. Her dark hair became a brilliant white with a gold band around her forehead. The finishing touch was when a gold ribbon circled around her hair and held it all together close to the bottom.

And just like that, Hakuei went from a regular student to Paimon, the unknown girl who was trying to find answers.

Koumei knocked on the door, making her jump. "Hakuei? Are you done?"

"Paimon!" Hakuei shushed him through the door. She could almost hear him rolling his eyes.

"I am NOT going to call you by your fake name. And a bad one at that. Why can't you just go wear some skiing mask and learn some ninja moves like everyone else?" Hakuei had yet to meet someone who did that, much less EVERYONE. "It's better than that thing you wear that makes you look like you're going to a comic book convention."

Hakuei huffed as she hid her bag. "Well I didn't pick it." The name wasn't her's to pick. Obviously she had to use the name that was given to her. Obviously.

Well, it was either that, or go by her real name and let all her teachers and friends know she beat criminals up on a regular basis. Sometimes in sewers, or by breaking and entering buildings, often breaking the law…That would be a great discussion to have with her family. 'So Hakuei, did you have a good day at school?' 'Mostly, though I missed my last class so I could break into a government building. Ooh, I knocked out one guys tooth!' Kouen would not be amused.

At least Koumei hadn't taken the news that badly when he found out. "The coast is clear," he whispered after far too long. "Are you going to come out here and walk the runway in that circus outfit you're wearing?" Hakuei rolled her eyes. Koumei had gotten more sarcastic over the years.

"Again, didn't pick it."

"Well who did pick it? Tell them to go back to design school." She shouldn't have woken him up early that morning. He got sassy when he was tired.

She sighed as she walked out. "And it doesn't look THAT bad." She glanced at a window across from her to see her reflection. "…It's fine. Most importantly, no one would recognize me…It looks terrible, doesn't it?" Koumei shook his head, easing up a bit.

"No, you look fine. As long as you can fight in it. You look like, uh…" he glanced her up and down. "Like…a dove! Or…an angel?" Hakuei allowed a small smile. Creative with the insults, but blank for the kindness? At least he was trying.

Shaking her head, she gave him her bag. "Thank you Koumei for looking out for me. Tell Kouen I…um…" She came up empty. Kouen was her cousin, but might as well have been her guardian. If she didn't have a good reason for not being home in time, she'd be in trouble.

Koumei had her back. "I'll tell him you went to visit Seisyuun." The two of them headed over to the back entrance to the school, allowing Koumei to check for any stray students. "Okay…You're good." He turned and gave her a smile. "Hurry up and beat those al-thamen agents up so you can come home and...Not cook. Please." At least her cousin could always make her smile.

"I'll be back before you know it." And she went up, up, and away.

…

"Really," Sinbad moaned. "Now?" Jafar glared at him.

"You can party later. Get a move on!" Jafar ordered, pushing him out the window. What were friends or, huh?

If Sinbad had been in his normal school uniform (Not that he wore the uniform) he would have fallen to his death. But wearing the Focalor uniform, he shifted the air around him so he could float back up to the window. With red baggy pants, black face makeup to hide his identity, gold hoopy earrings and jewelry around his neck and wrists. A sleeve of black feathers covered his arms, surprisingly more comfortable than it sounds. Sinbad flew close to Jafar, probably the only one in the entire world who would be unimpressed by his transformation. "Are you done?"

"Showing off? Not even close," Sinbad spun around in the air for good measure. Jafar rolled his eyes. "Look, do I really need to do this today? You're the one who says I should work harder on my school work." That wasn't helping him too much.

"I say that because when you should be working you're out at a party or writing a story. (As I write this I wonder if I should be working…) Besides, you can't get any work done until Hakuei brings you those notes tomorrow." Sinbad's confidence waivered for a moment.

"Um…Hakuei?" Jafar covered his face with exasperation.

"Hakuei Ren! She's in our class?" Sinbad didn't clue in. "The one with the pretty blue eyes? You said they reminded you or the sea." That helped him remember. Little things like that.

"Oh yeah. Nice girl." That was all he really had to say on the matter.

Jafar let it go, knowing they were pressed for time. "You can't just leave Al-thamen to do whatever they want. Besides," Jafar added, knowing exactly what his friend wanted to hear. "Do you really want to leave your super-powered friend all alone?" Sinbad's spirit lifted. Friend, in his opinion, was a strong word.

"Alright, I'll be out. Sinbad out!" Jafar looked like he was going to explode.

"Focalor! You go by-gah!" Sinbad just laughed as he soared through the air. Jafar shouldn't worry so much. Sinbad had it handled! Nothing bad would happen while he was on the job, especially when Paimon was involved.

A year or so ago he met her, he'd gotten a mysterious package from a mysterious donor who went by the name Solomon. His bracelet and Paimon's fan both gave them supernatural abilities to fight off a terrorist organization called al-thamen. Why it had been given to high school students? Sinbad didn't know. How no one was able to recognize him even though all he was wearing was a different change of clothes and some black paint? He didn't know that either. Why two people have even been given such a high power was beyond him as well. Heck, he didn't care. It was great to know he was doing something other than just handing in assignments on time and being the party boy others knew him as. Solomon had even offered to pay him in the future if he needed it. Fighting bad guys sounded like a fun job.

The worst part-or at the same time the best part-was Paimon. Paimon. The original one who had been chosen. At first there was only supposed to be one in each country, but after al-thamen's forces increased, Solomon chose another. Sinbad heard of others in different countries, but never met any. But Paimon was the main thing that kept him fighting. She was amazing, brave enough to face any number of foes despite the odds. Kind, as shown when she nearly destroyed herself trying to save a young girl and her brother then taking the time to try and nurse them back to health. Intelligent to, like when she outsmarted a group right as they were trying to outsmart her. Not to mention beautiful. At least, from what he'd seen. He'd never seen her outside of the battlefield. At least he didn't think he had.

That was his main problem. She refused to tell him who she was. Paimon obviously wasn't her real name. If it was, her parents must have hated her. But no matter what he did, she wouldn't give any details to her life outside of crime fighting. All he really knew was that she was younger than him and she had a brother whose name started with a K. or an H. Or two brothers. Or more. What he wouldn't give to know who she was! He wanted to get to know her more than anything. He'd never thought about a girl as much as he did her. Was she different in normal everyday life? What would it have been like to talk to her without glancing over their shoulders? He wish he knew.

Too bad she didn't wish as much as he did.

Quicker than any vehicle known to man, Sinbad allowed his metal vessel to guide him to…an abandoned factory? Wow, those superhero comic books Sharkkon read really weren't that different from real life crime fighting. Kind of cliché, but he could live with that. At least it was quiet. If he was quiet enough, he could sneak in through the back entrance and-

BOOM!

And that plan went up in flames.

Literally.

Sinbad's jaw dropped open when the south side of the building exploded. Flames danced on the bricks, and there was the sound of screaming from inside. Instinctively, Sinbad held up his hand so he could put out the fire. Before he got to it a torrent of wind engulfed the fire from the inside out, leaving part of the building destroyed but the flames neutralized. His panic washed away and was replaced with joy.

She was there already.

Like a bullet he shot forward, breaking through a window and into the building. Just like he'd thought, Paimon was already there. A group of al-thamen soldiers were fighting her while some of their scientists gathered their info and tried to escape. Sinbad hardly noticed, to focused on the beauty beating the life out of the guys in black. She used her fan to blow three of them against the wall, spinning around just as quickly so she could jump out of the way of a bullet. Still so evasive. Sinbad could sympathise on that part.

But being Focalor, he knew he should make a grand entrance. Raising his hand, he made a tornado spin out from his palm. With the eye of the storm centered on Paimon, he blew the guards in circles, leaving ten feet between her and anyone else. "Excuse me," Focalor huffed, landing next to Paimon. "The only one who gets that close to my lady is me." 'His lady' spun around to see the intruder. When she saw him, she stuck out her tongue.

"Oh, so you decided to show up? You're late." Focalor shrugged innocently.

"Did you miss me?"

"Hardly," Paimon fought back. "I was doing better without your help." Focalor rolled his eyes, undeterred by her attitude. He was used to it after the months of working with her. "Anyway, if you're here you might as well make yourself useful. From what I can tell there's something in the basement of the building, an experiment that they are working on,"

"Well I missed you," Focalor interrupted, putting a frown on Paimon's face. "I haven't seen you since we found the missing agent in New York. We should really hang out more."

The look on her face said that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. "I don't want to spend any more time with you than I have to Focalor, much less admit who I am outside of this to you." She spun around to kick one of the brave-or stupid-soldiers who were still able to move in the gut, sending him flying through the air. Gosh she looked amazing when she was destroying the hopes of others. "Let's just get going."

"You're too cruel," Focalor moaned as he followed her past the guards to a set of stairs in the non-burned part of the building. "You and I, we make a great team! Spending a little quality time would, ah...be great for our partnership," He suggested seductively.

Paimon wasn't taken in by his tone, unlike many of the girls they often saved. "I'm not that big a fan of you now, I doubt seeing you on personal terms would make working with you any easier." Focalor was certainly willing to test that theory. When the two of them reached the door, Paimon tried to open it the regular way. It was locked.

"Allow me," Focalor suggested, gently pushing her to the side. With one swift kick the door went flying, revealing a set of stairs that the door went crashing down. Taking a step back he bowed politely. "After you." Paimon snuffed his actions in distain, but hurried to rush down the stairs. The sooner I find out what's going on here, the sooner I can get back to being regular Hakuei and try and find someone to lend me notes for Sinbad. Paimon/Hakuei groaned. Sinbad was going to know the notes weren't hers. What would he think of her? Obviously he would think the worst of her. He'd never speak to he again, all because the stupid job had made her miss class. Maybe she was overreacting, but she didn't want to risk it. Not only did the job interfere with her life, but also meant she had to meet with the flirtatious Focalor on a daily basis. She'd much rather be working with Sinbad. The thought made her smile.

Her daydream distracted her from what was right in front of her. Literally. As they broke through another door Focalors eyes widened. "Paimon, Wait!" Before she could react something flashed in front of her face.

Pain sliced through her face. "Gah!" Paimon spun away, trying to cover the wound on her cheek. Focalor hissed and jumped to her side.

"Paimon! Are you okay?" His heart was racing as he tried to get her to face him. Paimon hardly ever got seriously injured. If anyone dared to hurt a single hair on her head he would make sure they would regret it, but whatever means necessary. "Paimon?"

His melodrama was pointless when she waved him away. "It's fine. It's just a scratch." Reaching up she wiped the blood off her cheek. A clean strike from her top cheekbone to her jawbone. That would be hard to hide at school. Shaking her head she tried to get her bearings and find out where the attack had come from. When she saw what had happened, she wished she hadn't.

A large cage had sprung up around them. Big with metal walls, only a large glass window in front of her revealing the room they'd entered. There was evidence that al-thamen had been there, their vials and plans sprawled across the desks and tables. Even through the cage she could smell the chemicals, making her stomach churn. But all items of real value had been snuck away, along with all their agents. There was nothing left in the basement, just the cage that was likely meant to stall them while the members upstairs hurried away. Paimon had been sloppy. They'd gotten overconfident, thinking it would just be a quick bust. And they'd failed.

"They got away," Paimon cursed in anger. "Again!" Her fist hammered against the side of the cage in frustration. It had been months they'd been chasing the leader of al-thamen. Just when she thought she was getting close, she lost them. She was such an amateur, she couldn't even figure out what a few scientists were doing. Why had she been chosen, she couldn't do anything right! If only she hadn't taken so long trying to break in. If only she hadn't-

Focalor hurried to reassure her. "Hey, it wasn't your fault. Let's just worry about getting out of here before getting annoyed at things we can't control." Paimon swallowed her pride and nodded.

"I…Alright. Can you break us out using your lightning sword?" She asked, referencing the sword he always kept hanging at his hip. His eyes widened at the suggestion.

"You want me to cause a lighting storm? In here?"

"Use it on the window, a clean shot through. We'll be fine."

But Focalor shook his head. "No, it's dangerous. We'll think of another way out, I'd never want to risk hurting you." Paimon threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. She wasn't in the mood for his noble act. They both knew he was no knight in shining armour.

"Would you rather be stuck in here forever?" Sinbad paused, debating the thought in his mind. Stuck forever with Paimon. All alone…forever… "Why are you smiling like that?"

"Nothing." Focalor sang.

Eventually, Paimon had convinced him to break through the window. They'd broken free to confirm Paimon's suspicions. Everyone had gotten away, and all the useful information was gone. Solomon wouldn't be happy when they told him. Paimon was frustrated enough for the both of them until he found out.

"We'll catch him next time," Focalor encouraged. "Or the next. It may take some time, but you know we will." Paimon sighed. She wanted just to catch the enemy as soon as possible. Be done with it all. But she knew Focalor was right. If she wanted to catch their enemy properly, she would have to be patient.

Sighing, she turned and gave him a weak smile. "I should probably be getting back. It was good to see you again." Focalor's heart raced, but he hid his joy with a teasing smirk.

"So you did miss me!" He put his hands to his heart, pretending to swoon. "It's a dream come true." Paimon wanted to just shrug it off, but she couldn't help but laugh. To him her laugh was bubbly and heartwarming. He could listen to it all day.

"I'll see you later Focalor."

"Hopefully sometime soon?" He suggested. Paimon smirked.

"Don't count on it."

"I'm still surprised no one can tell it is me in that outfit," Hakuei confessed to Koumei as they walked through the hallways the next day. Their fellow students walked past, oblivious to Hakuei's problems. According to them, nothing had changed, and yesterday had just been a normal day. Well, to Hakuei, it had been a normal day. Just a different kind of normal.

Koumei didn't respond right away, having a hard time keeping his eyes open. "I don't know. Have you tried contacting Solomon?" Hakuei shook her head.

"I'm sure that man has much more important things to do than worry about things like that. It would be rude and unprofessional of me to contact him to ask him something like that." Especially after we failed on the last mission, She reminded herself just so she would feel worse about it. Hopefully that way she wouldn't forget. Shifting through her bag she changed the subject. "Anyway, did you get the notes?"

Her step-brother smirked. "You owe me." To her relief he reached in his bag and pulled out two copies of the notes she'd missed. "Seisyuun let me photocopy his notes."

"Yes!" She hugged her cousin with glee. "Thank you so much Koumei! I'll take notes for you for a week so you can sleep in class." Before Koumei could respond she pulled back, making sure all the notes were right. "Now I just have to find Sinbad so I can lend him some notes." Koumei sighed in exasperation.

"Seriously? I don't understand why you like him so much. I mean, nothing's wrong with him, but he obviously doesn't care too much about you." As he said this, a smile sneaked on his face. "While on the other hand, we both know someone who cares VERY much about you." A groan escaped Hakuei's lips.

"Don't even think about it."

"I just don't understand," Koumei defended himself. "What makes Sinbad so much better than Focalor? That guy's got powers! If your brother's rants about comic books have taught me anything is that girls usually like guys with impossible powers." Impossible was certainly true. Knives from your knuckles?

"Sinbad is much better than Focalor," Hakuei sighed. "Sinbad's intelligent, and kind to others, and loyal to his friends! Focalor on the other hand is flirtatious, always late, loves to be the centre of attention and has an ego bigger than this school!" Koumei rolled his eyes, wishing he had never said anything.

"All I'm saying is that because of Sinbad, you never even give Focalor a chance. You don't know what he's like beyond the battlefield." Hakuei threw up her hands in exasperation.

"And I doubt I ever will! I don't know who Focalor is, so how would I ever get to know him when I don't even know is real-" before she could finish Hakuei's tongue went limp. Koumei blinked, not finding the answer until he looked up. When he did he groaned in exasperation.

Sinbad and Jafar were walking over to them, a big smile on Sinbad's face. "Hakuei!" Hakuei nearly fainted when he called her name and walked over to her. "Hey, do you have those notes I asked for?" It took her a moment to process what he was saying before she could respond.

"S-sure!" She shoved her other copy at him, mixed between joy and embarrassment. "I-I couldn't find my own, so we got Seisyuun to lend us some! His writing can be a little hard to read, but…" Finally she trailed off when she saw Koumei slicing his neck, silently telling her to stop.

Sinbad was too focused on the notes to really pay attention to what she said. "…These look great! Thanks for getting them!" Hakuei felt like she had just went to heaven.

It took her far too long to realize Jafar was asking her a question. "Hey, what happened to your chin?"

Instinctively she covered it with her hand. She'd forgotten about the scar she'd gotten on her cheek in the battle the other day. "I ah…we were ah…" She couldn't come up with a viable excuse when Sinbad was staring at her. If she had to go through the rest of high school acting like a bumbling idiot whenever she saw Sinbad, she knew she wouldn't survive.

Koumei came to her rescue. "We're doing some repairs at our house and she scratched herself on the materials." The chances that the two of them going to their house was slim, so even if it was a big fat lie they wouldn't be able to tell.

Sinbad didn't seem to be paying too much attention. "Anyway, I've got to be heading to class. I can't be late again." Hakuei nodded.

"Yes. Me two." Sinbad just nodded. Both convinced the conversation was done, they spun around and headed in different directions. Koumei and Jafar watched them go in exasperation.

"When do you think they're going to figure it out?" Koumei asked.

"I don't know," Jafar shook his head with a sigh. "They're both idiots at times."

This was really cliché, but fun to write. Koumei's a bit OC, but I like the thought of a sassy Koumei. Well, all the characters were a bit oc, but this was lots of fun to write!