After classes were done, I found myself changing into my soccer outfit inside the boys bathroom. Since everyone from the team entered the bathroom at a later time I was able to change in a stall, whereas most of the other guys changed in the open area. I understand that most girls would blush and turn away or they'd stare and do something weird but really, I just shut out all them out and left as though nothing had happened. After I was out of anyone's sight though, I choked. Did they really have to make it a competition on who... Really? I thought to myself. Well… They are boys I guess.

After three minutes or so I had finally stopped gagging, I hurried to the field and was one of the first to arrive. Numbers 31, 43, and 52 were already there and were doing one of the passing drills we were doing yesterday. I soon popped into the drill and began to get to know my teammates.

Number 31's name was Yoshimoto and he had a dusty brown color for his hair, and a forest green color for his eyes. His family apparently ran the production of a popular coffee business. He was in class 3B His favorite color was red, he had said that it his favorite because it meant passion. He had three younger sisters and talked about them a lot. He had a caring and doting relationship to his sisters. However, he never once mentioned his parents.

Number 43's name was Kon. Kon had hazel eyes and black hair. His family had held a high positions in the military for multiple years. He was in class 1C and made it a point to say that he wasn't only muscles, but was smart and tactful. When I asked what his favorite color was he said that he didn't have one, and that colors were meaningless. He said that he had multiple brothers, younger and older. He had a very strict demeanor and moved in a very stiff fashion.

Number 52's name was Hoshino and he had chestnut brown hair and dark blue eyes. He said that his family members were all 'commoners' compared to him, and that he got in using the money he gained from his career as a famous actor. He was in class 1D His favorite color was ironically purple, he had said that it his favorite due to the fact that it was related to the power the kings in England had. He was an only child and claimed to be an animal lover. He had a very snobby, power hungry, and uptight attitude but seemed to have a love for flying, though that was only a guess based on his behavior towards some birds that had been scared off the field, and into the air.

They were interesting enough I guess. Yoshimoto was a open and friendly ready to talk about his sisters. He even had pictures of them. Kon was very… stoic, you could say? He didn't seem very... interactive. Hoshino though was just plain annoying. All he did was brag about how much better he was at life than the rest of us.

To be honest, I should be happy that I'm not getting bullied for being a commoner. But, that would take positive emotion, and that is something I'm not too fond of. Luckily, just before things got boring, all the other boys arrived at the field. Unluckily, Suoh was one of them, and he kept on energetically posing while talking. Does he seriously pose for every little thing? I asked myself.

Choosing to ignore myself, I split off from the three boys and grab my own ball. Unlike the others' school colored balls, my ball is a simple, and traditional, black and white soccer ball. I began to juggle the ball, using my head, thighs, and feet. Before I could get many touches, Coach Hibiki arrived at the field, and called us over to form a circle around him.

"Well boys, congratulations for making it this far." He said, his gruff voice getting on my nerves. "You all performed well in tryouts. Now that you've made the team, I want you all to prove that I made the right decision." He paused, making sure he had our attention. "Our first game is in five weeks. Because of this, we will focus on different skill sets every week. This week, we'll focus on conditioning. Next week it will be control." He eyed Suoh distinctively, not bothering to hide it. "The following week will be positioning, and the week after that we'll do team building exercises. The week before the game, we'll go over some finer points. I hope you do me proud. Now, stretch and run four laps around the field. Hinata will lead the stretches."

As we did the stretches Hinata began talking about the basics of soccer. I could swear that he thought we were all incompetent at soccer the way he went over the tiniest details. That, or he has a burning passion for soccer. Maybe a mix of the two? All I actually took from his lecture was that he was majorly against girls playing soccer, and he trusted Fotoshi more than the rest of us. Everything else was, to me, useless dribble.

After the laps, we did multiple suicide runs, the Indian Run, crossed the field using only lunges, and stadium runs. The suicide runs were the most tiring out of all of them in my opinion, but the stadium runs were the most difficult since I kept wanting to jump off of the stadium stairs instead of running down them. The easiest run we did was the Indian Run. Overall, there wasn't much worth noting.

Hinata was fast, and usually came in first or second. Fotoshi was quick enough to come out as one of the first few. Suoh usually came in second, I usually came in seventh or eighth. Yoshimoto and Kon usually came in fifth, sixth, or seventh. Hoshino usually came in eleventh or twelfth. Not very exciting.

After all that though, Coach Hibiki was not happy with some of the team. In fact he acted furious, but I couldn't tell why, and he didn't say anything about his attitude or left any hints that could possibly lead me to a conclusion. He just said that we did a good job running and dismissed us. Worried, I quickly went over the facts of Hibiki that I had observed.

Hibiki

Fact 1 - Hates Girls
Fact 2 - Abstract Thinker
Fact 3 - Doesn't Act Like Other Coaches
Fact 4 - Pays Attention To Personalities.

After my final fact I had an epiphany. Ah, that must be it. Someone had a different personality than he expected. I wonder who? I thought to myself. After a few minutes of inner debating, I begrudgingly decided to to ask. While everyone else was packing up I hesitantly walked up to the coach. "Coach Hibiki?"

He looked at me with a face that read 'is this really important?' Before saying, "Hmm?"

"Are you angry by someone's behavior?"

His eyes narrowed in a curiously before answering, "Yes."

"Okay." I stated rather bluntly. "Just remember that this is only the first day, don't expect us to get along straight away. We are boys after all."

He looked at me oddly before laughing. "Thanks kiddo." Was all he said before I turned and packed up. I decided to skip changing into the after school outfit and simply switched my cleats with my sneakers. There were three reasons for this. One, I was already running late to catch the bus. Two, I really don't want to get jumped by those guys that were gonna jump Haruhi. And three, I'm lazy.

So, in short, I ran, and caught the bus… Barely. I was in such a hurry though, that I didn't realize that Haruhi was on it till I walked past his seat, while looking for my own. "Oh, hi Haruhi." I said blandly.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be a bother but Tamaki didn't want me to go home alone. So... I might've said that I would ride the same bus as you, at the same time." I wore a deadpanned expression as he continued. "Oh! If you want you could sit here!" He was obviously sincere, and I gave a slight nod of my head, and sat down. Trying to strike up a conversation, he said, "The rest of the bus is pretty crowded huh?" I nodded absentmindedly while pulling out the book that I had been reading. Not moments later, I had a certain brown-eyed boy reading over my shoulder. Being used to it I ignored him.

As we stopped at one of the stops, a drunk guy came onto the bus and tried to mug everyone. Despite most other places, it was perfectly normal for a drunk guy to get on this bus at this hour. And even more to try and have their way with some of the females on the bus. This guy though, he had a gun.

This wasn't anything like last night.
Last night, it was different.

Right now, if someone made a wrong move, all of our lives would be in danger. I wouldn't be able to charge right in like I usually did. This time I had to be strategic, and not the usual, acting innocent strategy. Haruhi would be able to tell that I was the same person from last night. I wouldn't even be able to knock his gun out of his hand like I had with the knife.

As he began to approach us the alcohol scent wafted off of him. "Hi zer gurlies…" His words were slow, and his footsteps were heavy. Luckily for us, his hands and fingers weren't shaking. "Lest av usa poteee." There was a warped and sadistic grin on his face. He had apparently mistaken both Haruhi and I as girls. It was sort of ironic considering that I was one, but if Haruhi found that out, then there'd be quite a lot of problems at school.

Haruhi seemed shocked in enough fear to make him stop thinking straight. He seemed even more off than usual. Everyone else on the bus looked worried and were giving both Haruhi and I, sorry looks. Seeing as I was sitting in the seat next to the isle, the drunk grabbed my by my upper arm and dragged me up out of my seat. In doing so, he lowered his gun and gave me a clear opening to his throat.

I quickly slipped my right arm out of his grasp and hit him directly in between his larynx and his trachea. This caused the inability to breath. Temporarily of course. He instantly dropped his gun, before it could land and miss fire though, I caught it. I sat back down and looked at the gun in my hand. It was an AMT Automag III.

After examining it a bit more, I deadpanned. Haruhi, probably seeing this, asked, "What is it?"

"It's safety lock is on."

Everyone in the bus comically exclaimed, "HUH?!" In unison. There was some bitter muttering, some laughter, and many eyes rolled.