Chapter 3: The Truth Always Hurts

Okay, where was that branch? Ah ha!

I grabbed onto it, swinging as I used to in gymnastics and landed on top of the branch. I grabbed onto another one, lifting myself higher up because Mr. Bunny was taller than the fan girls, therefore able to see me on the lower branches. I ignored the painful blisters that were now digging into my palms and climbed onto one more branch just as the insane mob of women ran past the tree with Mr. Bunny following them slowly due to his drenched attire.

"UGH! Screw this!!" he shouted, frustrated with his clothes and removed his jacket, loosening up his dress shirt. I fought the urge to clear my throat— I have to give the blonde some credit. He did have a nice body.

He had abs and muscles and…okay, I'm gonna stop there. I refuse to drool over Mr. Bunny. I remained silent and still as I waited for him to leave, waiting another five minutes after he left to make sure he was actually gone. Hopping down, I sprinted off to the Moon dorms--no one would be there since they already left for class. At first I could only see the front door as the only way to get in, but after ten minutes I found an opened window.

I sat in the bushes for a while, contemplating. What were the chances of me finding an opened window? Was it a trap? Did someone just leave it open or did they plan to leave it open?

Even though my better senses told me it was probably a set up and told me not to enter, I also knew it would be the only chance of me getting back my journal. So I climbed up the branches that led me up to the window and peeked in, scanning for any leftover students and entered the Moon dorms. I suddenly felt like a burglar breaking in to steal jewelry, cautiously walking around to not set off those red lasers zooming about me.

Now…which room would Mr. Bunny sleep in?

Shit this was gonna be hard. What if I opened a door and there was a student?

My lovely plump ass was a dead ass.

Might as well though. Too bad there weren't any nameplates on the doors. I had used a pin to break into the rooms, getting the talent from one of my friends at school and it took me nearly two hours to locate his room. The only evidence I had to it being his room was all the cards he received from his fans scattered on his side of the room. Tiny, fancy scribbles of 'Idol-senpai' were written on every envelope. I snorted. The damn blonde was oh so damn vain.

On the other side of the room, it was neat and clean so I tried not to make too much of a mess while looking for my journal. I pitied the person who lived with him.

I had lost track of time while searching and didn't even hear the footsteps coming from behind me or see the shadow getting closer until the person cleared their throat.

I jumped, hitting my head against the top of the bed and came out seething in pain. I opened my eyes to see blond hair—OH SHIT! HE FOUND ME!!

Then I heard him speak…strange, I don't remember Mr. Bunny having a sweet voice. I took a good look at the person in front of me this time, now that my vision was coming back to me, and realized he had forest green eyes.

Mr. Bunny definitely had blue eyes last I checked, and I totally forgot my dictionary in my room.

Busted.

"Umm…" I held out my index finger to signalize 'one moment' and hoped to God I didn't just offend him. I remember once when I did the rock sign, index finger and pinky finger sticking straight up, to an Italian chef. The once docile, smiling chef morphed into a serial killer, and chased me around the restaurant with a butcher knife. The only reason I wasn't killed was because my mother grabbed hold of his arm and told him I didn't mean to insult him.

The Rock sign means, "Your beloved is cheating on you" in Italian.

He said something in Japanese, causing me to sigh in frustration and I tried to explain to him in the best way I could using the little Japanese I knew…and he started laughing.

"Why didn't you say so before?"

I felt really stupid. Another person who spoke English. Sometimes it made me feel like I wasn't really in Japan. "Sorry, didn't think of it. Uh…look, I know what this looks like and-"

He cut me off. "No worries. I know this is yours."

He handed me my journal, making my eyes widen. "Really? How? Did you read it? Did he tell you that he stole it? Did you read it? Did he read it to you? I'm gonna-"

"No, I didn't know he took it from you, but because it has your name on it I guessed it was yours. And no, I have not read it," he interrupted again, chuckling. I blushed as I noticed the bold purple letters spelling my name.

I eyed him suspiciously. "How did you know it was my name?"

"Because you speak English and it's written in English rather than Japanese characters."

Oh yea, I'm an idiot.

Point two for the smart ass and zero for me.

"My name is Ichijou Takuma, Takuma being my first name and I'm the vice president. I'll inform the president of the Moon dorms of Aidou's little kidnapping." He grinned, nearly glowing like a light bulb and I nodded, standing up as I did so.

"Yea, okay, right. I'm gonna…get going. Nice meeting you!" I said nervously, forcing my legs to stop acting like jelly.

"Likewise."

Needless to say I bolted out of that room faster than necessarily, hearing him chuckle a little as I went. I had expected him to be angry with me, lecturing that it was against the rules to be in the Moon dorms and I was going to be punished. I did not expect him to be so friendly and it made me slightly tense.

Guys who were assholes, stupid and…well I could go on…I dealt with naturally using my sarcastic wit, but I was clueless around polite and kind boys. Some are phony, acting nice only in certain situations and I would play along because it meant no drama…but some are genuinely sweet and he seemed that way. I don't know what to do with sincere kindness so it was only natural of me to feel edgy and want to escape, right?

Well at least I got my journal back. The thing was still in one piece and hopefully missing no pages. It didn't look too disturbed. In fact, it didn't look like anything happened to it. The brown hard covers was still smooth and flat, the pages weren't folded anywhere and my handwriting was the only one in it.

So I considered it a completed mission.

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I was starting to think Kiren got kidnapped since I didn't see her all morning. I was later informed that she was in the clinic due to headaches and chest pains. While I'm glad she's taking care of herself, this also meant I was going to lunch alone unless Shizune joined me and that was doubtful. I told myself it wasn't a big deal, so why did I have butterflies in my stomach? Everyone eats alone sometimes. But what if people watched me while I ate? I hate that!

Logically I knew I was making a big deal out of nothing, but when I stepped into the cafeteria and caught four girls giggling and glancing at me and whispering and…okay I'm going outside! It's a nice day outside anyway!

I found a nice shaded place on the rooftop, tilting my head up to watch the clouds make patterns in the sky and the sun warm my face. The butterflies in my stomach ceased. I sighed in relief, knowing I had plenty of room and there was a nice breeze and no one was up here –wait a second, what's that noise?

It sounded like someone was scrubbing, grunting, scrubbing, cursing and mumbling. I poked my head around to see Mr. Bunny cleaning windows. Ah shit.

"What are you doing up here Mr. Bunny?"

My question caught him off guard and he fell from the ladder with a loud THUD, causing him to yelp and shout, "FUCK!"

I tried my best not to laugh, noticing the rag he had been using land on his face.

"YOU!!" He glowered, shaking his index finger at me as he tried to stand up. "THIS IS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!"

"I'm innocent until proven guilty, you ass."

"It's your fault I'm being punished!" he screamed, getting close enough to strangle me.

I held up the plastic cafeteria knife in self-defense and waved it in front of him. "I'm not afraid to use this! I will not hesitate to perform a circumcision!"

He gave me a funny, angry look. "I'll heal!"

He leaped forward, smashing me against the ground. I yelped, not being able to dodge fast enough and felt his weight crush me. He had my left arm pinned above me and the other arm to my side. He looked like he wanted to attack my neck, staring directly at it but he growled and nearly knocked his head against mine.

"Get off of me you heavy son of a bitch!" I barked.

"Don't." He grabbed my by the collar and forced me to face him. "Talk about my mother like you know her, bitch!"

"THEN GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!" I shouted.

Where the hell did that knife go?

I shoved him once I got my hands free and he landed on my side. "What is your problem? Do you need therapy? I know some if you want one!"

"You're my problem!" he snapped. "You're the reason I'm not sleeping right now. It's one in the afternoon, which means the sun is stronger, brighter and hotter than ever and it's on me and I'm getting no sleep and still have to go to class later. I haven't eaten anything and have I mentioned no sleep? And this stupid fucking sun! I keep going into the shades and it follows me! It steals my shade!"

I eyed him cautiously. "Have you updated all your shots?"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

"How about medication? Are you on any?" I calmly asked.

"NO! I DON'T NEED MEDICINE!"

"I strongly disagree. So here's the number for that therapist I was-"

He grabbed my hair. "Not another word!"

I smacked him hard across his cheek. "How dare you touch me!"

He smacked me back. "How dare you touch me!"

"Oh shut up you pansy pain in the ass!"

He growled, yanking on his own hair. "I could kill you!"

"Like you could, weakling!"

"Weakling?" he huffed. "I am anything but a weakling!"

"Oh yea?" I grinned. "Prove it."

He flushed a dark shade of red, coming close to purple, got up and stomped away. He returned to his cleaning duties, muttering and grumbling to himself.

"This is over my journal, isn't it?" I asked curiously, changing the subject and he glared at me.

"THIS HAS GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOUR STUPID JOURNAL!"

"Then it must be because you broke into the Sun dormitories…and they must have been even harsher since it was the women's dorms."

He bulked up, making a fist and ignored me. I continued to watch him clean. Wipe here, wipe there, off and on. He struggled with some spots and then sometimes used his sleeves to remove the sweat on his forehead. The sun really did bother him.

"Do you like what you see or something? 'Cause this is called sexual harassment," he growled.

"Are you kidding? Who would sexually harass you? I'd rather molest a zombie," I snapped. "But much to your disappointment, I'm slightly sadistic so I'm watching your torture."

If looks could kill I'd be dead, decaying and roasting in hell.

There was a long pause of menacing silence before anyone said anything and he spoke first. I could tell he was attempting to remain calm, cool and collected so he wouldn't be thrown in jail for murdering a fellow student.

"What's your blood type?"

"My blood type?" I cocked my eyebrow at him.

"That's what I asked, wasn't it?" he snapped.

"Oh, don't get your pink panties in a bunch."

"I DON'T OWN ANY PINK PANTIES...UNLESS THEY WERE THROWN AT ME!"

"Yell a little louder so your fans can hear you. They might even provide you with a whole new set of lingerie. I know someone with thongs if you prefer those…"

My sarcasm sent him on a new screaming, raging spree. He threw the rag in my face, jumping down from the ladder like it was nothing and grabbed my collar again. "WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN ANNOYING!"

I rolled my eyes, deciding to humor him. "My blood type is AB."

He blinked and then there was a sudden glint of happiness as if he just solved a mystery. "THAT'S IT! THAT'S WHY YOU'RE ANNOYING!"

"Ah uh…"

He started to laugh like he just escaped from the mental hospital and pointed his index finger at me as if I was a criminal he spotted. "It makes total sense now!"

"Well good for you," I said. "Loser."

"I wasn't the one who got abandoned by their father, bitch!"

I quickly straightened my posture and narrowed my eyes in a menacing glare, feeling my stomach drop and the blood in veins become ice. "What did you say?"

He suddenly chilled, looking surprised that he had blurted that out and ashamed of himself. "Nothing."

"What did you say asshole!" I sprung from where I landed.

"I didn't mean to say-"

"HOW MUCH OF MY JOURNAL DID YOU READ, YOU FUCKING NOSEY PANSY!" I bellowed furiously, forcing his ears to ring with my voice. It's cliché, but I was seriously loud enough to wake the dead and give them migraines.

"I wasn't going to read it! But it—"

"IT WHAT? FELL OPEN? YOU COULDN'T HELP YOURSELF?" I made myself stand nearly twice my height and hovered over him. He tried to open his mouth to defend himself but no words came out, catching the rag I threw at him and staggered backwards.

"Serena-chan, there you are!" Shizune's voice popped out of nowhere and she kept me from wrapping my hands around his thin neck and straggling him. "I've been looking all over for you!"

Shizune took hold of my hand, using all of her strength to drag me away but not before she waved and winked at him. "Sorry I have to borrow her."

"By all means," he grumbled.

"I'm not done with you! You piece of shit!" I tried to launch myself at him but Shizune kept a tight grasp on my forearm.

"What's with you?" I yelled at her.

"We'll talk later," she whispered. "Right now I'm trying to save Idol-senpai's life."

I was dragged away with much effort and as soon as we were in our room, I let her have it. I swung my fist, hitting the door that was still behind her and she let out a loud, shocked gasp.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" she screamed.

"You have a few seconds to explain because I doubt it was just to save his sorry ass," I growled, noticing how she had taken a few steps away from me.

"I'm here to inform you we're not rooming together anymore. Pack your stuff and leave." She stated coldly. "You're staying with Kiren."

I grunted. "Fine. I'll pack now."

Silence grew rapidly and she left without saying another word. I sat on the edge of my bed, sighed and ran my hand through my hair. I nervously bit on my nails, scanning the room and thinking about what I needed to pack first. Then remembered that I still had classes to go to and that meant facing everyone again. Not a good idea while I was in a merciless mood. I probably shouldn't have taken out my anger on her but…it happened. As usual. Mom used to complain about how I expressed my anger—like an explosion. Violent and quick.

I was the walking nuclear bomb, killing innocent bystanders and not caring who suffered my attack.

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I'm back from my summer vacation! I hope you enjoyed this chapter even though I consider this short...

Anyway, a little back information on blood types.

AB (the humanist) is known to be critical, logical, rational, unforgiving, indecisive, with split personalites (sometimes being shy and other times being too confident), blunt/too honest, sensitive to surroundings and easily offended.

Thought it would suit the main character.

I thank everyone for their reviews!

As for romance, over the break I redid the plot because originally I didn't want to include much romance. I believed I was horrible (and still do) at writing romance, but now I'm actually going to attempt to. A little warning though, I'm not big on mushy and lovey dovey stuff. So while writing this romance it will probably include a lot of hate and rage.

After all, who said love was easy?

So the couples have all changed and anything goes. Expect the unexpected! The plot bunnies have been mating inside my brain and I'm not really aware of what they'll give birth to!

Thank you, also, for being patient!