And chapter four…. I, like, just finished chapter three. It is currently 2:21am Down Under, God bless Friday's… well, Saturday now… So I'm just like, sitting/laying on my bed, typing, with this huge thing of Monster energy drink /^.^\ Life be Heaven at the moment… Though I have a sack Monday so I should really be sleeping and studying for that ." But oh well…

"And so, when using the substitution method, we carry this X over here and place in this equation within brackets…" The maths teacher, Mr Lovell, drowned on and on. Feliciano's head bobbed rhythmically, and no, not to music, but fatigue. He barely got any sleep the previous night, and hadn't been able to sleep the night before that at all. One thing was for certain, this was a bad start to the year. But oh well, he knew how to do what the man was teaching… Probably. He wasn't actually too sure what it was.
"I will now come around and check the state of your notes." Those words got through to Feliciano. Sitting up quickly he stared down at his page with a growing sense of foreboding… His blank page with a few odd doodles in it. Nope, definitely not a good start at all.

"Um, you can quickly copy my notes down if you would like." Came a low voice next to him, turning his head Feliciano saw an Asian kid offering his notebook to him- Japanese, probably.

"Oh," Feliciano hadn't even realized that there was someone next to him, he had been so tired. "Thanks~" He smiled widely at the other, and quickly began copying the careful, neat writing in a messy scrawl. By the time Mr Lovell got to them Feliciano was done and Kiku had his book back. Mr Lovell inspected Feliciano's book, and nodded in satisfaction, when he checked Kiku's he frowned and re-checked Feliciano's before shaking his head and moving on; so long as they had the notes it didn't really matter.

Feliciano let out a huge sigh of relief as Mr Lovell passed them, "Thanks~" He grinned at Kiku, suddenly not very tired at all, "My name's Feliciano, by the way."

"Mine's Kiku." Kiku said, smiling a little in response, "I'll take it you're also a new student here..?"

"Si, so that means you are too, I guess. I'm glad. I was starting to get a bit worried, I mean, this place is so huge and everyone seems to know where everything is and what to do, meanwhile I'm like, completely lost, ve~" Feliciano stifled a yawn.

"Yeah, it certainly is very big… I have a bad sense of direction, so it's almost certain I'll be lost at some point or other…" Kiku let out a humourless chuckle, "My family always says I 'could get lost in a paper bag'." It was then that Feliciano noticed that he looked a little green around the edges.

"Ve~ I'm sure you'll be fine." Feliciano tried to reassure him, patting him on the back, which Kiku shrank from, but didn't rebuke.

""

Feliciano headed off to his next class, Art, which he took with his brother early, wanting to be sure he arrived to his class on time, as it was, he got lost and arrived moments after the bell had rang. Scanning the room he saw his brother and Kiku sitting across from each other, both focused on the canvases in front of them. Chuckling slightly to himself, Feliciano sat at the head of the table, "Ciao~ Kiku!" He sang out, earning a couple glares which he just brushed off. "Romano, what are we supposed to be doing?" He asked a bit more seriously and even slightly pleadingly.

Romano jabbed his finger to a bouquet of flowers, "Just do a damn realism piece.'' He growled, sounding weary. Not sensing the mood at all, Feliciano hummed as he strolled over to the paint, fetching a small variety of colours and large amounts of black and white paint.

Still humming a strange tune that neither Kiku nor Romano recognised, Feliciano began expertly smearing paint in the vague shape of the subject.

About 15 minutes later Kiku couldn't help but spare another glance at Feliciano and his work. It was very good, Feliciano seemed to have mastered and perfected the art of finding shapes, his flowers were giving off the faintest glow and looked alive. Needless to say, Kiku was very impressed, he had gotten into the school on an arts scholarship, and his didn't look nearly as good in comparison.

Feliciano caught him staring and cocked his head at Kiku in a silent question, Kiku flushed deeply, "I-It's looks really good." He said stuttered out at last.

"Ve~" Feliciano seemed to be quite pleased with this, "Thanks, Kiku~ Can I have a look at yours?"

Kiku blushed even deeper, causing Feliciano to giggle (thus causing Kiku to blush even more, if Antonio was there he would have called Kiku a 'tomato') and stepped back.

"Wow, yours looks great, too… Am I wrong, but do I detect some more oriental style of painting?" As it was, Kiku's work did carry certain qualities that marked it as Asian. Kiku smiled softly, though he could feel his face warming up, pleased that Feliciano liked it.

"Arigoto," he said, before mentally slapping himself, Feliciano didn't speak Japanese; he wouldn't know what that meant. "Thank you," Kiku repeated, "And yes, I suppose I was trying to get some of my culture into it…"

Meanwhile, Romano was struggling with a deep internal conflict: should he report the Spanish Bastard, or should he not? Decisions, decisions. While Antonio couldn't have known what was so wrong about what pulling Romano's curl, he should have listened to Romano when he said not to, damn it! This school was proving to be more and more troublesome. But… Romano glanced at his brother happily conversing with the Japanese guy he hadn't the guts to introduce himself to, while Feliciano was enjoying it so much he couldn't very well pull out.

Well played, Fate, well played. Romano was certain she was laughing somewhere. At least someone could get enjoyment from Romano's plight. Asides from us that is, but let's not break the fourth wall.

This chapter… I didn't even decide that Kiku was going to be a new student. The words just appeared on my page… So Feliciano's just like 'You! Yeah, you! I declare friendship!'

But seriously guys, Kiku and Feliciano would get along so well.

At 3:42 I'm going to hit the hey, night~

D.H.

Okay, just fell over turning off my light, well not so much fell over as sank to the floor taking my chair with me in a state of semi-conscience. Yeah, I'm not tired anymore, so I'll write more before I go to bed, which you'll be reading before this…