I know the summary sucks, and if you have suggestions about it or the story in general I would really appreciate it.

Kurohi walked home with Hinata after a fun day at school. The classes had been intriguing and just the experience of a Japanese school in general was fascinating. She found Hinata to be quite a wonderful girl, all perky and happy and as helpful as she could be. She also brought the best treats in her lunches and shared them with her newly declared best friend, Kurohi.

Kurohi found herself to be quite popular among her classmates. Perhaps it was because she was an exchange student, or perhaps it was because she was a little odd in a good way. She was also quite attractive, with her pixie cut hair, her eyes blue as the ocean, her lithe and muscular body, and her pale skin that smelled of morning glories.

Kurohi reached the gate in front of Hinata's house. "I'll see you tomorrow!" She waved as Hinata went inside, then headed down to the next gate, which was her own house. She pushed open the gate and closed it behind her, humming softly to herself. She opened the front door and took off her shoes, calling out "Uncle! I'm home! I'm gonna get dressed and we'll spar, okay?" Kurohi heard a grunt in response from the living room and headed up the stairs to her bedroom.

The monks had taught her martial arts since she could stand on her own. Everyone at the monastery learned it, and Kurohi had natural talent for it. At first glance, she didn't look like much, since she was slender, but if one looked closer they could see the muscles that added to her form. She had never really cared too much about looks until she started high school, but since then she was grateful for her looks and the way her body was shaped.

Kurohi changed out of the frilly uniform and into a simple tight t-shirt and shorts. She remained barefoot as she headed downstairs to grab a snack, which was an oatmeal bar, and headed out back to the clearing in the middle of the yard where a pit had been dug out and filled with sand: perfect for sparring. Her uncle waited, sitting on a bench next to the pit. He was drinking tea. Kurohi smiled, "come on, you big old bear, let's get started."

"Hold your horses, girl, I have to finish my tea. Go ahead and get in the ring." Kurohi took a moment to stretch, grinning with excitement. Apart from her morning meditation, this was her favourite part of the day. She stepped into the ring, relishing the feeling of the warm sand on her feet, and let out a happy sigh. She barely registered her Uncle speaking, but his words quickly hit her. "You have to be prepared at all times for anything." She whirled around, expecting him to attack her, but he remained where he was, sipping his tea.

Kurohi was confused until she felt the air around her shift. She leapt back just as a kick landed where she had stood. Her attacker was a young man with brown hair like her Uncle's, tanned skin, and fiery emerald eyes. He was bigger than her, and rather muscular. He gave her a cocky smirk before attacking again. This time, Kurohi was ready, and blocked his kick with her forearm. She slanted her arm so his kick went to the side. As he stumbled, she kicked his backside and made him fall.

Kurohi glanced around her, alert for the other attacker that she knew would be there. She noticed that her Uncle had vanished. She glanced back at the man who was brushing sand out of his hair. "Nice to see you, Yama-nii." A wide grin spread across her face as her brother waved at her. He wasn't actually her brother, but they had grown up as siblings so that was how she regarded him.

Suddenly, Kurohi felt a harsh fist against her back and her Uncle shouted, "you let your guard down!" She went flying forward and landed hard in the grass beside the pit. "Ouch..." She rolled out of the way just as a smaller man with fuzzy black hair and glasses slammed both fists down where she had been.

"Now this isn't fair!" She scrambled to her feet and took a defensive position. "You gang up on me like this? Meanies!" Her family grinned at her. Her Uncle asked, "are you hurt?" Kurohi shook her head, "no, but you're about to be!" With that, she flew at them.

After about an hour of fighting, the four collapsed in the cool grass beneath an oak tree. Kurohi was the first to sit up. "Shoyo-nii! My little lamb, how have you been?" She hugged the boy with glasses. His brown doe eyes glittered with delight, "we've been alright."

Kurohi went to take a shower while Shoyo made supper. After a few minutes, there was a banging on the door. "Hey! We need to be clean, too!" Kurohi rolled her eyes, "you're just gonna have to wait, Yama-nii!" She finished her shower. When she took the towel off her head, her hair was sticking up in all directions. She combed it down and dressed, heading down to supper.

The evening was a pleasant one, talking about all the things that had happened since the brothers went to England. Yamato had finished his exorcist training, and Shoyo had learned enough to satisfy him for the time being. Kurohi was glad to have her brothers back.

The next morning, Kurohi got up early as always, but this time her brothers as well as her unce joined her for meditation. After that, she scolded Yamato for making fun of Shoyo for being such a housewife, and headed to school with Hinata.

However, when she got there, things began to change.

There, on the billboard, was a request for Muteki Kurohi to go see the student council in the third library as soon as possible. She didn't think it was such a big deal, but Hinata seemed especially worried. Kurohi wondered if she had broken a rule.

She headed to the library alone. Hinata had gone to tell the teacher that she might be a little late. Kurohi took a deep breath as she made her way up the spiral staircase that led to the double doors to the inner library. She lifted her hand to knock, but the door opened of its own accord before her knuckles touched the wood.

At first, it was too dark to see anything, but then her eyes adjusted. Three men sat around a table, and a fourth sat behind it at a desk. Kurohi recognized the fourth as the student council president.

"Oh, look at this lovely little flower." One of the men at the table stood and walked over to her with a rose in his hand. He kissed her hand softly, "Urie Sogami, at your service." Kurohi blinked, tilting her head. "Kurohi Muteki." She pulled her hand out of his grip. "Um, I was called up here?"

"What a babe!" A tough looking guy sitting at the table stood and sauntered over to her. She had to look up to look him in the eye. He smirked down at her, "Mage Nanashiro." He reached out to her, but another man stepped between them, "you look like you could cause some real pain. I'm Shiki Natsumezaka." Kurohi thought he was creepy and the others were weird, so she took a step back. "Nice to meet you, I think. Anyway, I-" she was cut off when Rem stood and approached her. "Back off, you three. I apologize for their behavior, I'm Rem Kaginuki." Kurohi nodded, at least one of them seemed to be normal.

That is, until his eyes met hers. She felt something tugging at her mind, but it wasn't quite strong enough for her to do anything about it. Instead she asked, "why am I here? Did you need something?" Rem's eyes flashed, "curiosity. Now, what do you know about the forbidden grimoire?" He stepped close to her and put an arm around her.

Kurohi blinked and stepped back nervously. "What? What grimoire? Isn't that some sort of magic book?" Just then, Mage laughed. "Pres, your mind control didn't work! This one doesn't seem to have any pendant. Are you losing your touch?" "Nonsense," Rem replied curtly, letting go of Kurohi. Kurohi was very confused. "Look, I don't know what's going on here, but I'm gonna go now." She started towards the door, but Shiki blocked her way. "You can't leave just yet." Kurohi frowned a bit, "why not? This appears to be a waste of time."

"Well, at least we have an advantage this time. We know that the grimoire is actually a person." Rem was speaking, but it wasn't to her. "It's possible that it's her," he gestured to her. "But we have to be sure."

Mage appeared behind her seemingly out of no where. She jumped as he sniffed her neck. "Hey!" He ignored her, "I don't think so. The scent is familiar, but it's different. Perhaps she's just been near whoever it is?" Kurohi scowled, "will someone please tell me what's going on?"

Rem shrugged. "No matter. We're still much closer than Maksis is." With that, he waved his hand dismissively.

"Until then, keep an eye on her family. I won't have a repeat of last time."