5-A Week Later

Hyotei

The tension that erupted from the previous events between Atobe and Shi Xiu caused the school to be partially divided into two factions, one following their King and the other following the warrior who nearly took their King down. Both factions seemed to choose who to follow based off fear. Shi Xiu annoyed by her little devoted followers who wanted to learn from, was thoroughly pissed winning her more votes as most fearful. The tennis team was trying their best not to get Atobe mad and ended up taking some of the brunt of his anger away during practice. But this week out of nowhere Atobe appeared to be taking a higher rode.

"Truce, Ore-sama will share the school with you, Ore-sama as the king and you as Ore-sama's queen," well he almost took the higher rode.

She slapped him, right across the face. "Listen up. Stop following me around and asking me to teach you. I'm never going to. Second of all if you're going to follow me do NOT do it out of fear." Anger rang out in her voice. "I will not rule with fear. I am angered currently because well because I am. As far as I can tell you have done nothing wrong, so you should fear no punishment from me." Her voice softened near the end and she walked out of the lunch room. Keiki resumed eating lunch, in the past week she had learned not to follow Shi Xiu, when she wandered off during the day. The teachers had given up on making Shi Xiu wear the school uniform, and just the school uniform. She had won them over with a reasonable argument: 'I'm cold. I mean these skirts are like miniskirts that any pair of shorts would keep me at least a degree warmer. The shirt is too thin and the blazer is too thick, so I wear a hoodie over the shirt instead.'

Seigaku

Kira and Sakura were about to unleash another storm on the school, when the boys invited them to sit with them during lunch. They were hoping to spare their classmate's the trouble of another storm from the duo, that and they had befriended the second year now so it was fun hanging out with the duo.

"Ahh, why did we say yes to sitting at them with lunch?" Sakura freaked.

"Because we're their friends and they're our friends. I know why you're so freaked but I really need to drill this into your head and I need a clear answer to this question: Do you like, like him or are you fangirling over him?" Kira firmly but with a gentle edge gripped her friends shoulder forcing her to look her in the eye.

"I-"

"Think this through."

"I'm fangirling." Sakura sighed.

"Ah. That's what I thought. Well now that that's settled, shall we join them? I'm sure you're not nervous anymore." Kira smiled at her friend and they headed off.

"We weren't sure you would join us," Oishi smiled.

"Well we were just planning our next storm." Kira laughed. Sakura couldn't help but admire her senpai's relaxed state.

"Saa. Give us some warning before it strikes, we wouldn't want certain people stranded in it would we?" Fuji was acting sadistic, clearly planning to use the upcoming storm for something.

"Yeah, well I hope you can read weather patterns better than I can, or else no one will know until it's too late," Kira smiled as she ate. "Kyu~(one of Kira's many sound effects)"

"Sakura I guess we're relying on you because we know Kira no longer has a level head let alone know what it means anymore." Taka spoke to the second year.

"There's a 95% chance that by the end of the year Sakura will no longer have a level head as well," Inui popped up.

"Yeah, we've kinda relied on you to be the weatherman, Sakura-chan," Eiji smiled before doing something childish. Sakura's nerves had finally calmed down.

"Hai. I'll try my best." Their conversation wandered away from the storm brewing and onto random topics the rest of the lunch period. When the bell rang they departed to their classes.

Rikkaidai

Almost all the teachers now had found out that there was a music prodigy attending the school. The student body on the other hand had no clue seeing as they were preoccupied by the tennis team. Hisashi managed to avoid most of the crowds and play her instruments in peace and quiet, minus when her overprotective cousin decided to pick on her. Hisashi had finished her lunch in peace on the roof of one of the buildings and was planning to use the rest of her lunch period to work on a piece she was having difficulty with. She played the beginning perfectly and she shifted into the middle of the piece with ease but when it came to the ending there was nothing. Every ending she had written so far, she couldn't get to transition smoothly.

"Sounds like you're having some difficultly there." A soft voice spoke.

"Ah…Yukimura-san, ne? You would be correct," Hisashi sighed.

"Take a break, look at something new. I'm sure it will come in time. After all from what I've heard all your pieces turn out right," he smiled softly to her before leaving.

"Arigato," she nodded and walked over to the guitar instead. Picking up the guitar she checked to see it was tuned before strumming a few notes. She started playing a few notes until she realized she was playing one of the older songs she had written, she paused for a minute remembering how the song came to be. "Not a song for the piano," she walked over to the piece she was having trouble with, "but one for the guitar." She played through the entire song twice and each time she added notes and rests until the ending had formed. Across the top of the page she scribbled 'Small Friendship', as she never titled a piece until it was absolutely complete. She quickly packed up her music, noting that the bell for afternoon classes would ring in a few minutes and started her way to class.

Fudomine

An and Yoma had made it a habit of eating lunch together and were sometimes joined by the tennis team. By now everyone had spotted the one-sided unease between Yoma and the captain, but most chose to ignore it as that they were just seeing things.

"Shut up Ibu." Kamio roared at his teammate who was currently rambling on something that was clearly upsetting Kamio.

"Huh? Oh perhaps I should stop rambling especially when I'm this close to other people," Ibu continued on.

"Kamio-kun, you know he doesn't mean it," An tried to calm him down but it was too late the entire table had reached a point of insanity and at times like this Yoma would merely pull out whatever volume of Naruto she was on and read. She would read and be the only one silent at the table, and somehow she would manage to draw their attention and end the insanity by doing so. She would look up from her book to see everyone staring at her while the insanity, which often drew the attention of the entire school, and she would shrug like nothing was happening. So today she pulled out her next volume and began reading quietly as the lunacy raged in front of her.

"Shushh! I'm at a good point in the series," Yoma didn't look up see that they had nearly entered a fist fight. Everyone gawked at her and she just continued reading anyway. Most people on the first and second days wrote her off as a nut, anime/manga freak, and insane due to her bright teal blue-hair but they had to admit she could calm the nut jobs known as the tennis team.

"Put the book down and just tell us who's right!" one of them yelled at her.

"Only if you answer this question correctly: Who walked on water?" Yoma smiled in complete seriousness.

"Um…Jesus?"

"God."

"Some awesome dude?" The team sent out some more guesses in a similar manner until An spoke.

"Naruto?"

"Correct. An is right." Yoma returned back to her book completely ignoring the boys after all she did tell them who was right just not for the question they were looking for. "Just drop the argument. It's probably over something trivial anyway. Plus aren't you supposed to be a team?" Yoma gave her words of advice right before the bell rang.

Yamabuki

"How's my favorite soccer player?" Sengoku slid into a seat next to Kiichi with his lunch, while nonchalantly placing his arm around his shoulders.

"You do realize I've already written you off as a complete flirt, correct?" Kiichi removed his arm and returned to eating her food. He sighed, in the past week he had tried everything to get her to look at him for more than a second and it all failed miserably. A few other soccer girls came over to the table and they began talking team strategy and what not, so Sengoku left. Just then Kiichi looked to where he used to be sitting for longer than a second, wondering where the boy had just disappeared to. She had to admit, she had gotten used to him always being there and always flirting with her so it was odd when there was an empty bubble beside her. She shrugged it off and went back to listening to the strategy that the team typically used.