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Chapter 12: The Worst Of Intentions

Keigo didn't know how or why but he was placed in the advanced class, both for swordsmanship and kidou. He hated it. The workload was enormous, the hours were grueling. ...And there was a promise of the first years actually going into the real world for training. He felt inadequate and stupid. On top of everything else here he was trying not to splash ice cold water on his own head.

He yet again earned a detention; actually Keiko had landed them both in detention. There they were in the courtyard standing at attention. Holding extremely heavy buckets filled with ice water. If he moved even slightly he'd be splashed. If he spilled any of the water the bucket would be refilled. Their punishment would end once they both completed one hour of remaining dry simultaneously. It was only one month into their first year and she and he already had several detentions under their belts. They had rightfully earned a rep for causing trouble.

Keiko was also in the advanced class, as were Ryou and their new acquaintance Acacio. Kiku was in the regular class, she didn't seem to mind. Keigo introduced her to the weird psychic Saki, also in with the average students. They were both timid souls but they got on well. Keigo's other friends were pretty straight laced individuals. Keiko was more like a straight jacket type of person.

Well back to the detention. This time they were to each hold two extremely heavy buckets filled with ice cold water, and the cold season was starting. The air was crisp and the cold air bit into his bare hands. They were forced to stand in the middle of the court yard wearing plaques that stated their crime of putting live fish into the men's bathhouse. Keiko smiled proudly. Keigo was only confused as to where she got all the fish and how he had been talked into such a ridiculous scheme.

..."Oh Keigo!" Keiko batted her eye lashes coquettishly. 'Oh yeah that was how.' Those damn sexy eyes of hers were responsible for half the stuff he got caught doing. The other reason was sheer wild insatiable curiosity. 'Where in the hell did she get these crazy ideas anyway? And those fish, really? Did she catch them herself?' Unfortunately for the fish the natural spring was too hot the fish died, creating about one thousand gallons of bouillabaisse (fish soup). The whole academy was permeated with the smell of boiled fish.

People walked past either casting dirty looks or cheering them on. They were often referred to as the destructive duo. And both were on top of the social ladder in their respective genders. Women walked past poor Keigo making cat calls. Some men were to. Luckily nobody approached them to touch the victims of their own asinine plots.

The first week Keigo had a detention, and he was physically assaulted by several young women, and one very feminine male student who attempted to kiss him while he was holding up the painfully heavy water pails. That student ended up with an even more brutal punishment. Administered by a certain fifth seat of squad eleven (jealous?) who happened to be there to lecture a certain boy for exposing himself in the middle of the mess hall. Another brilliant scheme gone horribly wrong.

'Damn woman!' Keigo cried internally. Keiko did not get caught untying his obi. She got off scot-free that time. This did not help with the fan club situation. He honestly clueless how the most mortifying thing that could ever happen to a guy would boost his popularity, logic went out the window with his partner in crime around. Keiko did have the decency to get caught without him being involved once in awhile. Usually that was when he was unavailable, like during his personal training with Ikkaku.

The time before that only two weeks prior in fact. Keiko was bored and tried to orchestrate a female panty-raid on the men's dormitory. There were no takers, but she was a woman on a mission. Keigo was rudely awakened at 3 am (the worst stuff always happens to him at three in the morning). She dragged him out of bed.

Honestly he was half asleep when he was caught with the girl going through another students underwear drawer. She was unabashed and refused to give up her treasured boxers, the particular pair she kept a vice grip on had a kitten print. Keigo was just sitting in the middle of the other students' room drooling.

He had to stand in the quad holding a sign stating that he was caught in another students room going through their personal belongings. Of course everybody knew what sort personal belongings, and the Keigo Asano is gay rumors abounded. He wanted to kill Keiko. She suggested he make out with her in public (simply to alleviate everyone's supposition), "I wont bite! Well unless you really want me to."

"You are such a pervert Keiko!" Keigo fumed and would have stormed away if he were not being punished. Unfortunately Keigo picked up a few more stalker- um fans, of the male variety. Which was far worse by the way. Not because he wasn't gay, well yes because of that. Also he could not escape them by running into the dormitories. Oh and his fan base was rather large with both sexes after him. About half the girls in his class alone had crushes on him. He didn't understand.

She had a captive audience so she spelled it out for him, "You are frigin' adorable and so clueless that's why the girls and some guys want you so damn much." She smiled, "You know Kiku and I receive death threats every day because of you." She was smirking.

"You're joking right?"

Keiko snorted at this, "Damn you really are clueless, and yes I am deadly serous."

"Hey, I'm sorry," Keigo said in confusion.

"What ever, Oh here comes Saiko she wanted me to get a lock of your hair," Said girl winked at Keigo as she passed.

"H-hi Keigo! How are you doing?" A tall blond looked down at him blushing.

"Oh, you know holding a hundred pounds of water over my head, I'm just great." The blond giggled at him and waved as she walked to the mess hall.

"Who was that," Keigo looked over at his human directory.

"Ya, got me. Never seen her before," Keiko would have shrugged if she didn't have huge buckets held over her head, "Say hasn't it been a while since Miyake came to check up on us. Surely our hour was up ages ago.

"Let me just check my watch," He drawled sarcastically, "Oh I forgot I don't own a watch! And I'm holding freaking buckets over my head!"

"Whoa! Down boy! You're gonna have a stroke at this rate," The girl teased the already exasperated Keigo.

"I Hate You!" Keigo stuck out his tongue.

"Shhh!" Here he comes.

The reserved young boy looked up at the two his green eyes pinned them both to the wall, "You seemed to have not spilled any water in a while. I suppose that you wont be bringing anymore fish to the bath houses any time soon." His left brow twitched once and he waited for an answer.

"No, no sir. We are extremely ashamed," Keigo humbly worded.

"Yeah, yeah. I won't try that again," She barked out humorously. Keigo cringed. The young looking teacher didn't bat and eyelash at her crude answer. He nodded cuing them to set their buckets down. Keigo's arms felt heavy and sore. He and Keiko were used to the routine. Empty the buckets put in the maintenance shed and head to class, the mess hall, or their dorms, depending on the time of day.

"We're gonna be late for kidou!" Keigo called after his friend goofing off in the shed she poked her head out wearing a mop for a wig. Keigo took one look and was rooted to the spot. She walked out dragging the mop along, "What the hell are you doing."

"Nothing Keigo baby," She said in a sultry voice. Swaying her hips the mop handle swaying with her body, "I think they used that one to clean up puke in the Mess this morning."

"Huh?" She stopped prancing around like an idiot face turning the same color as her green locks. The mop fell to the side. She put her hands on her mouth and took off toward the women's restroom.

"I'm gonna go on I'll tell them you'll be late," He called after her with a cruel smile plastered on his face. He ran to class, "Phew, just made it." The teacher turned and glared at him, "Maybe not."

"Ah, mister Asano it is nice you could grace us with your presence. Since you are already standing up why don't you come down front and assist with a demonstration. He nodded cautiously as he headed toward the teacher.

"I am going to demonstrate a simple healing kidou," Sasaki unsheathed his zanpaktou and ran it along Keigo's unsuspecting arm. Keigo gave a sharp cry and his unwounded arm tried to move to protect the injury.

"Keikatsu 20," Sasaki held his hands out over the dripping wound and some of the blood actually retreated into the wound and the skin closed up and Keigo noticed the lack of pain. I don't expect you to carve each other up but practice saying your incantations, I want you to start with level one spells, "Go on and take your seat Asano." He went robotically still not quite grasping what had transpired. He sat in his seat trying to concentrate enough to gather reiatsu for his kidou, but he just kept looking at the blood encrusted arm.

"What happened to your arm?" Keiko plopped down next to Keigo. All the students turned toward her and shushed, including Keigo. She looked sheepish and whispered to Keigo, "what are we doing?"

"Keikatsu 1," He demonstrated his hands glowing green. She nodded and copied him.

"Keigo!" Keiko hissed under her breath, "Keigo!"

"What," Keigo whispered back.

"Keigo!" She looks at him both break their kidou.

"What!" He spat out.

"I'm bored Keigo," He slaps his own head leaving a red mark. Keiko applies her keikatsu to his head healing the mark instantly. She giggled catching the teacher's eye.

"Well it is nice to see you could break away from your hectic schedule of dumping fish to grace us with your presence. Stay after class Miss Tanaka." His eyebrow tilted in a much to sexy way—women swooned. Keiko only looked at him darkly.

"Don't let him get you in the sack," Keigo said only half kidding. Actually he was very concerned for her. He had a reputation of bedding his prettier female students. Keiko was decidedly very pretty, "If he does try anything kick him in the nuts." Keigo half whispered. He knew that most of the people in the classroom heard him including the teacher who was glaring at Keigo. They finished the in-class exercise, then were allowed a short break. Then Sasaki gave a very boring lecture which nobody seemed to pay attention to. Then the moment Keiko dreaded. Class ended., She was glued to her seat. Keigo stood up and walked to the door, peering at the teacher waiting for him to make a move.

"You may go Asano," Sasaki's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Go on Keigo I'll be fine," Keiko smiled evilly. She turned this look on the teacher. Her eyes dared him to even try to touch her.

"You sure?" Keigo only needed to see her nod, "OK we'll save you a place at lunch. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That doesn't leave many options," She pouted. She watched him leave and her heart shot into her throat as she realized the teacher was hovering over her. His eyes appreciatively observing her adequate cleavage.

"Miss Tanaka, Do you realize that you are my most promising student. You made a perfect score on the kidou exam. Only one other person ever did that on their first try. He happens to be the Captain of division 12. He smiled and twirled a green ringlet around his finger. You are going places, why do you tie a stone around your ankles."

"What do you mean sensei?" She practically growled. This may have been misinterpreted because the man leaned in further.

"I mean Asano," He smiled.

"Keigo, no way he's he is no stone. If anything I am the stone he is tied to. None of those detentions, he should not have gotten one of them." She looked seriously.

"Asano is bright. This is something I can't deny, but you two are destined for different paths. I'd like to spent some one on one time with you. You are, or rather will be a force to be reckoned with." His teeth flashed. She took him seriously for about twenty seconds. Then his hand landed on her left thy. It slid up toward her center. His mouth was on her ear, "What do ya say?"

Her answer was concise, and to him painful a heel to the top of his foot and she swiftly glided away from his grasp.

"Damn!" he grunted out as she ran away.

"What a pervert!" Keiko caught up with Keigo and their group just as they were walking into the mess hall. She panted, "Hey Keigo." Bending over putting her hands on her knees to steady herself, "You were right."

Keigo looked quizzically, "Huh?"

"Sasaki is a total lecher," Everybody around them seemed to fall over, "Seriously he totally felt my thigh up."

Keigo stood up, "That creep! That lecherous pervert!"

"A-are you alright?" Kiku asked after her sister.

"Yeah I'm fine, private kidou lessons indeed. He tried to tell me that was all he was interested, course he was practically chewing on my ear when he said that!" She grabbed a dish of rice and stir-fry as she talked they took their usual table. It seemed to be off limits. Because Keiko warns anybody off even when she is not with them their table is safe.

They sit down to enjoy their meal and talk about their assignments and classes, and any plans for the weekend, "They are going to have a bonfire Saturday since the weather will be chilly and they'll have roasted sweet potatoes and warm cider. There is supposed to be some music and dancing too." The girls were off on their own tangent and the guys just shoveled their food in their mouths not listening.

"...Keigo?"

Keigo looked up from his rice, "Huh?"

"I said who are you asking to go?" Keiko's mouth parted invitingly.

"Where? What for?" Keigo scratched his head.

"The bonfire idiot!" Keiko smacked his head, "We only have been talking about that for the last ten minutes."

"Uh? I um don't know." He looked like a trapped rat.

Kiku squeaked. She felt pity for Keigo and secretly wished he might ask her to go, but that was more then she could hope for.

Ryou looked between them, "Kiku would you like to go with me?" He said it in the most unromantic fashion, but he blushed inwardly. Her sweet smile shrank to a mere ghost of it's former self. She nodded. Really she wasn't unhappy to be asked, but Ryou scared her a little. She didn't understand him a bit he almost never smiled. A living statue would be an accurate description of the man. He was handsome and he had quite a few admirers. Just the one girl he loved didn't see him that way.

"T-thank you for asking me Ryou. I would love to go with you," She smiled brightly stowing away her discomfort. He smiled just a hint of one, but Kiku found her self blushing. Ryou cheered inwardly, but it never showed on his exterior.

"So Keigo, I'm gonna ask you again, are you going to take me? Or do I throw you to the wolves." She hiked her thumb over her shoulder to the pack of women sitting at the table behind then glaring daggers at the back of Keiko's head, "You know I am the most hated woman on campus, and I love it." He could almost see the little pink heart floating above her head.

"Fine," he grumbled.

"Fine what, Keigo dearest?" She clasped her hands together in mock hopefulness.

"Would you like to go with me to the bonfire?" Keigo murmured.

"Hum I don't know. I'll have to check and see if I'm going to be free on Saturday." She pretended to look in a date book.

"What ever." He rolled his eyes

"Oh, you know I'm free that evening." She smiled teasingly, "So it's a date!"

{To be continued}