Hi everyone! A big call out to my best friend Jas-Chan, love you lots hun ^_^ I hope you're all enjoying the story so far! Warning: Includes some swearing, some fight scenes, boyxboy. Hope you all enjoy!

-earlier that morning-

The sun finally began to rise over the view of the distant horizon as it filtered carefully into the perfectly kept and ordered bedroom.

Jasmine slowly set down her pen from scribbling into the ancient pages of the leather bound book. It's brown leather was engraved with ancient symbols which had been placed there by Harry, according to him that they represented different charms of protection and good luck in Greek.

She slowly turned her head to gaze out the window as the light caught onto her soft bronze face. She placed her head into her hand as she stared at her entrancing reflection in the window. Her deep warm eyes were almost impossible to describe, though they seemed to settle on a faint warm brown, almost like fresh forest trees in gleaming sunlight .That was always the preference that they took: a warm tree trunk colour, though many would claim to her that sometimes they almost seemed to blister into a warm rolling flame like colour. Not that she minded, those had always been her favourite colours. She wished the rest of her was that unique. Her lightly tanned body was lean and smooth to the touch. A pair of skinny leather jeans clamped tightly around her legs while she wore a blood crimson blouse with a black leather jacket on top. A studded black belt hung loosely through the holder of the jeans. Her perfectly curled curtain of ink black hair, moving perfectly across her shoulders and down her back. Yes it was a natural colour... her mother wouldn't let her dye her hair.

Now a lot of people would think: What sixteen year old cares what their mother tells them that they can't dye their hair. Well it mattered to her so that was all that was to it. Her room wasn't much. One double bed which had a soft silk quilt which she could just sink into when she was tired from having a long day of dealing with all the accountancy of the club's financial issues. The walls of her room were painted magenta purple with black scripted writing which moved in delicate patterns. Two large glass door wardrobes stood either side of a small desk with a vanity mirror. A silver crop pattern moved around it while a cold white chair with soft cushions was placed in front of it.

It had been a gift from Harry, though she suspected that he had picked it more out for him, so when he came around, he could take as long as he wanted to get ready and having all the comforts he loved. Not that she minded at all, it just gave her a warm smile to think off... plus, if she admitted it, she was going to buy one that was slightly bigger.

Her whole room was based around elegance and beauty. Though the thing that stood out most in the room was the expanding length of books shelves and plant pots. It was an on going deal, she used her room as an extra space to grow the flowers for the club's events, (which was easy since her room was the size of a studio apartment any way), she always liked keeping her room hot and since there was always a fresh burst of sunlight... it at least meant that she didn't have all the others, trying to get her to buy furniture! There was nothing wrong with having chairs made out of piled books.

It just made her furniture more unique.

She stared down at the book a little longer before clasping the lock around the book shut and placed it under the desk, before letting an amused smile fill her face as she turned around to see Harry curled up on the bed, clutching his dog teddy bear in his arms. His snoring was light and soft, yet sounded suspiciously like the theme tune to doctor who. Her darling surrogate brother, the boy who even when snored sounded like a balanced musical creation piece.

Slowly he let out a long groan as Jasmine let her low chuckle escape out of her as she held onto a steaming mug of coffee which she had prepared.

She slowly walked over and held the mug under his nose letting the wafting smell fill him up from toes to head. His nose twitched like a small puppy who had caught onto a hunting scent. Moving it carefully and watching how Harry's head followed it comically.

Then came the more dangerous part.

Slowly and carefully she reached out for a nearby blueberry muffin. Holding it by the very edge of her fingertips. Making sure she was careful that it wasn't in her grip too tightly. "Slow." She whispered quietly to herself. "And. Very." She began to reach it out.

She watched him pause.

"Very."

She held it out under him.

"Carefully."

His eyes burst open and she snatched her hand back as his open mouth dived down onto the muffin like a shark smelling blood in water.

She wiped non existent sweat from her brow. The others in the club were terrified of waking her and Harry up... but there was absolutely no need to be. It just prescribed a lot of care and handling. Very specific ways to bring out of the slumber without anyone getting hurt. "No so bad huh?" She smiled as she watched the way he tore through the muffin savagely.

For someone small and thin, he really could hide the amount of sweet stuff he ate... something else he had in common with Honey... lucky little git.

But she still knew, however others thought it was dangerous trying to wake Harry up like this?

It was probably a thousand times more dangerous to be the one who woke her up in the morning.

Which is why she wished that the bleeding Hitachin brothers had the courage or the balls to come near her in the morning after what they had done last week! She had seen the little gits scheming and planning, coming out after altering their costumes and making out with the customers... damn those little mischievous brotherly sluts! She would get back at them... one way or another.

And that was one thing that no one who had any brains ever wanted.

She paused for a moment as she stared back at the page of the book. It was nice to be able to express how she felt without the fear of having some sneer or glare at her. She had to leave her last school because of she had a family name to live up to. Because she had to file in and be like some family she had hardly ever known. To be better than some siblings she didn't care about. She had been beaten and attacked everyday verbally by each of those siblings. Intimidating notes had been left onto her home desk instead of the older brothers actually bothering to acknowledge her any more... Well most of them anyway. She only had one sibling who looked her way without a hard and cold look.

She had been played a lot by her older siblings.

Which is why she would not take the devious planning of those Hitachin twins, sat down. "Would have been safer if I had kicked their arses." She growled quietly before shaking her head, plans of the day already beginning to swamp her.

She stared absently at an old page dated back a couple years or so ago, back to the beginning entry of the diary, she didn't need to open it to remember what was written across it. The words were seared into her mind. And now my mother is sending me off to a private school where she thinks I will succeed. I guess-

"Jasmine! Harry! come on! You're going to be late!"
"Don't worry Kyouya!" She called back, just imagining her brother walking by. His voice soft and calm as per usual, never raised but having that note of attention which demanded to be acknowledged.

Harry let out a sound which resembled a snarl of a lion, suspiciously more so than the animal itself as he grabbed the coffee cup and stormed into a nearby bathroom, still probably waking up. "Morning to you too." She laughed quietly.

Her eyes lingered on her diary slightly longer. Now I just need to know what those pests are up to... and I can figure out how to stop them.

-Break-

Harry shouldered his bag which was filled with spare clothes which he could carry with him. He let out a small yawn as he lent up against the edge of the window, running a hand through his blond hair and letting the breeze hit him to try and speed up, him trying to wake up. "Oh, don't look so mad. Who knows, maybe someone will ask for you today." Jasmine stated as she zipped up her heeled boot.

She knew the boy well enough now that she could see the loneliness in the pits of his eyes.

She would have to do something about that later. But right now she had enough to deal with now that the club was looking for a brand new theme... as since the last one had been obliterated by the twins.

Jasmine sat back on her desk darting a look around at her room to take in the sight one more time. "Stop pressuring yourself Jas-Chan." Harry examined his nails. "The right idea will come along sooner or later. When the heart hopes, hope comes a knocking."
"I need luck. Not hope." She whispered.
"Well... that and a good lay."

He ducked out the window as she tossed a book after him.

"Cheeky god damn little imp." She smirked before following him out that way and stepping out across the air.

-Break-

Everything seemed to slow down for her as she began to launch from the second story window. The fresh cut lawn beneath her which was surrounded by beds of roses and fresh lilies which her mother had planted for him with Harry's help. The ground was approaching as a snails pace...boy she loved her reflexes.

As she hit the ground she landed in an elegant crouch and felt her caught breath slowly escape. In front of her sat the long stretched black limo with a chauffeur eyeing her as though he was a speck of dust on his sleeve. "To the airport sir?" He said directly to Harry instead of acknowledging her.

Harry just raised an eyebrow and looked over to Jasmine for approval to carry on.

Remember your lessons my young apprentice. Her thoughts echoed, suspiciously in a voice that sounded a lot like master Yoda.

"You can stuff yourself." Harry said bluntly and watched anger burst through the man's face. His cold eyes flared as his lips were drawn into a tight pressing line.
"Finally someone else said it!" A feminine voice laughed and both turned to see one of her mother's maids walking out. She grinned as she saw them and held out her fist to bump it.
"You cannot speak to me that way!" The chauffeur protested as he turned his nose up.
"Oh really."

Harry smirked from ear to ear. Slowly he turned with vicious eyes as he walked over to the man. Sure the guy was taller than him, (then again, who wasn't) but he still radiated a stronger and colder aura than the man ever could. "I'm going to speak. And you're going to thank for me for everything I say."
"I will not listen to a little fag-"
"YOU WILL STAND THERE AND THANK ME FOR EVERYTHING I SAY!" Harryy barked and watched as the man backed up slightly.

"I'm so proud." She laughed quietly placing one hand on her hip and curling her lip with a growing laughter.

A dark battle of wills seemed to pass between them as Harry stood tall and the man bowed his head as he paled. "Y-Yes sir...Thank you."
"You're a pathetic waste of life."
"T-Thank you sir."
"You're going without pay for two weeks."
"Yes sir... Thank you sir."
"You will tell her mother you dared to talk to me the way you did. You will explain what you called me. But first. Lower. Your. Face."

The man paused and watched Kenny's cold gaze burning through him.

The moment he lent forward he was smashed back onto the limo and slid to the ground after Harry's fist had collided with his face. "Don't .Call me that word you scum." He growled.

The maid watched with an sad gaze as well as Jasmine. Harry's anger had always seemed to unbound when someone used that word. But that man had it coming.

After the young master had caught his breath, the maid pushed for a smile. "I'm sorry but your parents did insist that you took the car to school" she said as though reading her thoughts. Harry turned his head to look at Jasmine apologetically but she was still laughing over the way he had sent the Chauffeur nearly unconscious. "So I took the liberty of cleaning the motorbike Ma'am." She lead the way around to the back of the house to the Garage where a line of motorbikes were sleeked in perfect line, the Tardis blue Yamaha gleamed and stood out as the main choice, fast, sleek and great for getting the school in style. Her mother would protest at the idea of me taking the 'death machine' as she had described it.
"Jasmine? Are you sure this is safe?" Harry asked quietly
"Absolutely and completely not." She beamed.

As she pulled back on the accelerator Harry's fearful cries filled the air.

-Break-

As they pulled up to the school, Jasmine looked over her shoulder to see the fearful looks of horror on Harry's face. Laughing softly she grinned. "Well, I guess not all of us can handle motorbikes. The great Haninozuka is fearful of a motorbike ride?"
"No! Just the way you break speed limits!"
"Touche." She nodded to herself slowly climbing off the bike. "Besides, what's the problem? I thought you liked motorbike chases!"
"Yeah! In James Bond! You know, where Daniel Craig is all." He slowly made a finger gun and after softly humming out the theme tune and then taking a dramatic pose. "You know! With all those hot actors!"

Both paused as suddenly a large boom echoed over head through the silver grey clouds, but other than that short bit of surprise. The days was the same as usual. The school stood out like a shinning diamond. The crowds of students poured into the building. The various and large gossip chain was filled with the humiliating news of yesterday's club catastrophe. "Blooming thunder." Harry growled quietly as he still found himself slightly drowsy. "Then again, at least it's not as bad as those birds singing in the morning. They sound like god damn rockets launching."

Jasmine froze suddenly.

She turned her head to look at him. "What did you say?"
"Oh here we go! Just because I think those bloody birds are a pain in the arse!"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shute-ty shut-ety up up." She stared at him. "What you said before. Say again. De-Shut-ety up."
"Doctor Who quoting... seriously?" Harry rose an amused eyebrow. "You're crazy." He shook his head and laughed to himself as they walked through the main entrance.
"I'm not crazy, my mother had me tested!"
"Now Big Bang Theory?"
"Gah! Just say what you said before!" She exasperated a sigh.
"Fine okay. 'Blooming thunder. Then again, at least it's not as bad as those birds singing in the morning. They sound like god damn rockets launching.'"

Jasmine paused again before turning to him and hugging him tightly with wide eyes. "He's a genius..."

Harry rose an eyebrow but just shrugged watching Jasmine vanish down the hall, a tall, with soft brown, nearly shoulder length hair. His eyes were almost as black as charcoal but they traced Jasmine as she sprinted down the corridor, throwing her Jacket and changing into her uniform as she went along. His eyes hungrily devour her details and Harry grinned noticing the way the boy stared after her. Looks like Jasmine is going to be busy. He thought to himself quietly, not noticing how another boy behind him was staring at him just the same way.

"Well, Charlie-Kun." He looked down at his teddy bear, smiling from ear to ear. "Looks like it's you and me."

He barely had chance to see the twins point a dark blond-brunette haired boy in his direction or see the reaction as a blush lit his face.

The twins grinned to each other. Phase one... complete.