Here's another chapter. I changed it to TAKUMAXOCXAIDO cause ya never know when harmless friendship might turn into something more…… Tee hee.

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Keyoshi pov.

Stupid Class. Stupid Teacher. Stupid Time. Stupid Clock. I thought as I angrily doodled on my notebook. Well here's how my morning went down.

I woke up to this INCREDIBLY annoying beeping sound. My alarm clock. I looked at the time, and it said BLOODY 11.00am! I rushed to put on my uniform and such, not even bothering to brush my hair which I pulled into a messy ponytail, leaving the stupid clock to beep like crazy. That was what was what was pretty much coming out of my mouth too. BEEP BEEP BEEP! Ran out of the dorms like a mad woman, wondering how on earth I overslept and didn't wake up to that lousy clock. But when I got to the stairs, I tripped and fell in my haste. SHIT! My ankle! I ended up limping to class. As I opened the door, I went smack BANG into the middle of a test. Uh oh… It was the big test Sir told us about the other day.

Crap.

"SSHHH!" Hissed Sir from the desk. He beckoned me over. "Would you please explain why you are 2 and a half hours late to class?"

"Well…Uh…funny you should ask…." Jeez. I sounded just like Aido. Poor, poor me.

He handed me a test paper, rolling his eyes and giving me a look that said, I'll get you later. I gulped.

As I limped to my seat, Zero looked at me and raised his eyebrows, smirking. I glowered. I started the test. In fifteen minutes, I'd finished the test. Easy peasy, I practically didn't even have to read the whole questin for some of them.. They probably started the test after first break. At around 10.50. And they'd been given 30 minutes to do 70 questions. I'd gotten in at 11.05pm. I checked my answers over for the hundredth time when Sir stood up and announced that we were to put our pencils down and hand in our test papers. A lot of students groaned. Losers.

The morning went past fine. But, when we were going out to second break, lunch, Sir called me over before dismissing everybody.

"Keyoshi-san," He scolded me, "Your behaviour was unacceptable. Detention for the rest of lunch."

What? For sleeping in? Thanks Alarm clock. You can't rely on anything. Ah well, I wasn't tired now sooo the extra sleep did me a bit of good.

Well, here I am, sitting in the detention room. I guess I'm the only person here. There isn't a teacher on duty like there's supposed to be. Tut tut. God, my ankle was killing me. I twisted it pretty badly. Maybe I should see a nurse…..

BAM. The doors slammed open, and in walked this guy that I vaguely remember… I think he sits across me….

As I took a closer look, I saw his face was lightly smeared with blood. He sat on the desk next to me, glowering at it.

"Bloody hell, what happened to you?" I asked him.

He looked at me, his long black hair covering his dark blue eyes, his head still bent. "I got in a fight." He muttered. Oh yeah. I knew this guy. The only guy in the day class that's as good looking as the night class. The girls pretty much drool over him. I reckon he's just like Zero. Quite, 'don't come near me or die', get lost attitude.

I snorted. "Figures."

"What about you?" he fully turned to me now, eyeing my ankle.

"I..uhh…got to class 2 and a half hours late. I'm pretty sure you were there."

"He gave you detention for that?" He raised his eyebrows. "Are you serious?" He looked amused. I guess he was attractive.

"Yep."

He looked at my doodles of Sir and laughed. Meh, I give it a 7 out of 10. Not as good as other laughs I've heard, but not too bad.

"Who'd you fight with? And how come they're not in here?"

"Well… He didn't start it persè…… I sorta got pissed off at him and started it."

"Why?"

"Well, he was messing with my sister, so I gave it to him. I broke his arm." He relished.

"Impressive." I nodded approvingly. "Only next time, give him a broken nose too, to remember you by."

"You make it sound as if you've done that before."

"I've had…experience."

I chewed on my salad. Another punishment. When you were in detention, you were only allowed to eat salad. Dumb, right?

"Bleugh." I pushed it away. "What type of salad is this? Cream de la crap?"

He chuckled. "No, I'm pretty sure it's Bullshit."

"Thanks…." I made a face.

"Your names Keyoshi, right?" He asked.

"Yeah… Sorry but I didn't catch yours."

"Seriously? Well, that's a relief. I finally meet a girl who doesn't know my name."

"Soooo…. What is it?" I asked, curious.

"Shuri. Shuri Gormen."

A pang of pain coursed through me. Shuri… But this guy wasn't Shuri. If only he was.

"Are you okay?" He asked me concerned.

"Uhh, yeah." I looked away, folding my arms over my stomach.

"Are you sure? You're looking a little pale…"

"I'm fine." I hurriedly told him. I composed myself. Quit acting like such a loser.

I forced a grin. "I guess my stomach's just reacting to the Bullshit."

He grinned too. Well, I guess he wasn't as bad as bad as Zero.

"Do you want me to get a bowl in case you chuck?'

"Nah, I'll be okay."

Shuri got up. "Where're ya going?" I asked. "This room has a radio ya know." He explained.

"No, I don't know. How do you?"

"Let's just say I'm a regular when it comes to detention. Almost no one else gets in it. You're maybe a first. This is the only place I have any privacy I guess."

"I know what you mean."

"You do?" he turned around, surprised.

"Yeah, back at my old schools, I got in detention heaps. And after a while, I figured it was the only place to escape from all those irritable jerks who kept asking me on a date. It was like my personal place."

"Wow. That's a first." He turned around and pulled out an old radio and turned it on. What do you want from me by Adam Lambert came on. I love this song. I sang along and Shuri joined in. This had to be the funnest detention ever.

When the bell went, we grabbed our stuff and headed back to class.

When I sat down, Shuri came and sat next to me.

"Alright class. Please turn to page 114 and read the next eight pages." A different Sir began, starting the lesson. I groaned. I couldn't wait for class to end.

When the bell went, I got up and cracked my knuckles. Kuryuu-kun and Cross-san will get extra classes.

I guess I had to go and explain to this teacher that if they have prefect duties, and would be late if they didn't go now.

"Ah, Sir?" I asked him.

"Yes?" he looked up at me.

"We have prefect duties and if we don't go now we'll be late."

"I know. But Mr Tamayaki has spoken to headmaster Cross about this, and so The headmaster has changed the times to 6.00pm and you'll finish at 3.30am."

Wow. I guess the other guy did succeed. Ah well. Poor Yuki and Zero. Well, I had some time to kill.

I went back to my room and did my homework. I don't know how Yuki and Zero managed to get it done. I breezed through the stack of sheets Mr Tamawhatever and the other teachers had given me. I didn't know what to do really after that.

I did a little bit of light reading and finished off Jata.

I know! I'll go to the library! Get some new books too. Maybe get some ice for my ankle that was swelling, and maybe something for that prple bruise on my arm…. I hadn't realized I'd hurt it till it started hurting naturally. One fall on the stairs could kill you. Watch out for them.

I grabbed my school campus map and set out.

Seriously, how do I do this? I'd been following the map for a while, and now I was helplessly lost. I wondered through the halls, hoping that I'd run into someone. I'd been wondering around for an hour and it was now 5.00pm.

The school right now was so helplessly empty. I think I'm in the year 12 classroom hall maybe? As I rounded a corner, I saw a group of students hanging around their lockers. Yay, finally. I made my way over.

"Hey, um, excuse me, but where's the library from here? I'm a bit lost." I asked.

"Well, well, well." Grinned one boy stupidly, turning around. "Look who's gotten lost."

"Ooh, what a pretty looking thing. All alone? Where's your friends? You know it's dangerous to wonder around so late." Said another boy.

"Do you want some help? Why don't you come over here and talk about it?" Jeered another.

"You know what, I'm not lost anymore. I know exactly where the library is." I said, backing away. I could fight them, but there was probably nine brawly guys in the group. I'm not gonna be able to take all of them down with the injuries that I got while falling down the stairs.

"Don't be afraid sweetheart, We'll take good care of you." They started to move closer to me. I backed away more. shit, Shit, SHIT.

They started to chuckle. One of tem saw my ankle and the nasty swelling on it.

"Aww, did the poor little thing hurt herself? Now how is she gonna protect herself from the big bad wolves?" He teased. They laughed along with him. They get a 0 out of 10. What can I say? Bad habbit.

Immature Bastards.

"Piss off." I snarled. They looked a bit surprised. "Now, now. Don't go using that big language, leave it for the grown ups."

I backed away faster, turned and ran. My ankle felt as if it were on fire. It hurt so much and I thought that maybe I'd broken it. But I had to keep running and I wouldn't stop. I was a very fast runner, and I had a lot of stamina, as I raced through the halls though, I could hear the others behind me, jeering me. I snuck a glance. Most of them were far behind, but one guy was faster than the rest. He was not far behind me. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled.

I pushed faster. Left, right, left again…. Where am I going? I turned a corner, when I saw the others there, blocking me off.

Oh Fuck.

I'm gonna memorize the map if I get out of this. I stopped and turned, using my good leg to send a roundhouse in the direction of the guy behind me. He impacted hard with my leg and went flying into the wall. But there were others behind him, appearing out of a door on the left. Stupid shortcuts. They were closing in on me from either side. Fuck this. Stay calm. Just, fight. But I couldn't put any pressure on my right ankle anymore. If my ankle could scream, it would be shrieking every known swear word in the world in twenty different languages.

"Holy Shit. What did she do to Trent?" panted one, "He's out cold."

"It's his fault for underestimating her. Ah well, now he's gonna miss out on all the fun."

As they closed in on me, I punched one in the face.

"Crap. What the hell did you do to me bitch?" he growled angrily holding his nose which had blood pouring out. Broken noses were somewhat my specialty. I kicked another guy in between the legs.

He swore and punched me across the face. The rest of the group.

My face stung, and I tasted blood and felt it trickle down my face, but I refused to cry and give them the pleasure. I glared back at him defiantly, and he kicked my right ankle and I crumpled to the floor. The guy with the bleeding nose stepped on my arm. I cried out faintly.

But, just as one reached out to hurt me again, a cold voice rang out.

"Don't touch her."

Hey, heeey, I know that voice.

I looked up, relieved. These jerks were in for it.

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