A/N: Sorry for messing you all about, a just added a couple of lines at the end of this chapter that I thought needed to be here.

It didn't take long to drive from our new section one apartment to the section six private school, the Pescott-Fentworth Private Educational Institute. It was pretty much exactly what I had expected for a prep school, there was a high iron fence which I presume goes around the entire campus with two double doored gates both on either side of a manned security building. No one can get in and no one can get out, it seems more like a prison than a school to me, and I briefly wonder whether or not those security men are armed. The building itself was a very grand three story, old fashioned ivory mansion; I'm still not quiet sure what everyone from the upper plate's obsession with everything being coloured some form of white is. As we drive up to the security box the security man eyes the three Turks' uniform suspiciously while grabbing a handheld radio and bringing it close to his lips and holding something else in his other hand that from my line of sight could not see, though I have a rough idea of what the mystery item is and it's making me feel uneasy. Tseng rolls down his window as the man pokes his head out of the little buildings window, he murmurs a few words that I can't hear and shows the guard a piece of paper, the man relaxes immediately and tilts his hat to Tseng while he presses the button to open the gates. "What kind of school is this; it's not a boarding school is it?" I'm not overly keen of the idea of being locked away and unable to go out if I please.

Tseng shakes his head, "No, it's not a boarding school. Rufus went to this school, it's owned by Shinra. Most of the students attending are the children of very important and high-up Shinra employees, whom insist on the best security and education."

"So I'm gonna be stuck with a school full of snooty inbreeds?" Tseng choses to ignore that comment, and I get the feeling that he's had more than enough practise doing so.

"Now Sky, for your safety you will have to keep you last name as Levine. And you must make sure that no one, not even your tutors find out about the real identity of your father is. Do you understand, and do try to behave."

"That's fine I'll just carry on sayin' what I've said all my life; I don't know my father and that he's probably just some bloke that paid Leanne for a quick fuck before pissing off and never seeing her again. Come to think of it, that's not even lying really." In the mirror I could see Tseng rolling his eyes; we parked in front of a pair off very large, old wooden doors. They're opened as the four of us get out of the car and stood before us was a miserable looking woman, wearing a cream turtle neck shirt and a tweed pencil skirt with the matching suit jacket which was accessorised with pearl earrings and necklace. She politely greeted Tseng and Cissnei and took one look at Reno's tattoos and turned on her heels down the corridor trying to hide how she curled up her lip in distaste, Reno just shrugged it off and smirked arrogantly to himself. We're following her down to the end of the hall down to the door clearly marked "Principles Office", she's chatting to Tseng and Cissnei and is clearly blanking me and Reno. I thought of trying my new found power as President Shinra's daughter and getting Rufus to fire this stuck up secretary and maybe sticking her down in the slum's sector two school; she wouldn't last five seconds. I'm getting mad on power already, and I try desperately to hold in my laughter that's threatening to escape my lips. Reno gives me a puzzled look; I walk a little closer to him in order to whisper without being overheard. "I don't like her, with a face like that she looks like she's sucking on a lemon." Now we're both sniggering; trying not to laugh.

We enter the principle's office to find it empty; the 'secretary' closes to door behind us and sits in the chair behind the desk. Oh, hell no. She looks through her desk draw and pulls out a thin file with my name in big typed letters across the top; she opens the file and has a quick glance through scrunching her nose like she'd been hit by a bad smell. She looks at Tseng deeming the rest of us not worthy to talk to, "Which school did Sky-Blue last attend?" I winced at the use of my full name, Tseng looked at me to answer her.

"Sector two public school."

"Sector two slums?" The tone she uses makes my usually very short temper flare and I run my hand over my trouser pocket where my I can hear my knife begging to rip her throat out, tracing the outline of it with my fingers. Reno sees what I'm doing and clears his throat, snapping me out of my fantasy of slashing her neck open and watching her drown as her lungs fill up with her own blood.

"Yes." I'm struggling to keep the anger out of my voice.

"Tell Mr Shinra that I'm very sorry but we can't take on Sky-Blue, I have no idea of what the slum's school teach but I don't think she'll be able to catch up to where the rest of the students are. We probably won't be able to find room for her." That's okay you posh bitch I don't want to be here either!

"Mr Shinra is offering a very large donation for you to find room for her, and I can assure you she will work very hard to catch up." Shut the fuck up Tseng, if she can't find the room she can't find the room. I don't want to be stuck in a class room with a load of mouth breathers anyway. "Unless you're forgetting who you are sitting in a room with, we're Turks. We can make it look like an accident and find a replacement by this afternoon." He says this so calmly, I'm genuinely shocked. Go Tseng! Even under all of that fake tan she's wearing I can see that she's paled.

"W-well I'm sure we can always make room. If it's okay with you Sky-Blue can start tomorrow, classes begin at nine." Tseng starts to rise.

"Thank you, we'll see you tomorrow morning then." He walks out the door with us following.

We get back into the car, "That was fun, so where are we goin' now?" Reno turns round and looks over the back of his seat, his eyes are twinkling with mischief and his usual smirk is replaced with a wide shit eating grin.

"You're goin' to the doctors yo!"

Again I am sorry!