AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Just like any other amateur author, I also made a mistake. The thing was, I probably confused you guys in the 5th Chapter where this part was written:

"My mind reeled at what he said. Rulebook? From the President? From the mafia lord? What kind of child's play was that guy doing? To think that Charanari High was a very prestigious school. Was he-"

Now, what I'd like to explain is that...e to...Remember when Amu said her father was able to pull all the right strings again just so she could enroll one more time? I forgot to put that the real owner of Charanari High was a mafia lord whom Tsumugu (Amu's dad) saved in a mafia brawl years back. So in that part (up there), the President that Amu was referring to was her father's friend a.k.a. the mafia lord.

That's it. Sorry for the confusion!

CHAPTER 6:

Repetitive and annoying banging on the door shook me awake. With a yawn, I rolled over, determined to ignore the annoying person who fearlessly tried to wake me. The door banged again, this time much louder. I, with eyes still closed, moved closer to the center of my king-sized bed. Suddenly, I felt a warm thing snake around my waist. I tensed but didn't move for the fear that the slender thing around my waist could be a snake. And with no preamble whatsoever, I was pulled into a warm, firm chest with a scent so sweetly intoxicating I probably would've gone to heaven if I was good.

Still adjusting to the shock, I slowly opened my eyes and came face to face with the pained face of a sleeping angel. My subconscious mind reeled at the fact that I was face to face with an angel. Why was his expression pained? Was I in heaven? Shouldn't I be in hell? Or was this really hell and the reason this angel was pained was because he fell from heaven? Then, wha-

Another loud bang on the door shook me from my internal rant. This time not only because the banging was so loud but because my beautiful, solid door was kicked from its hinge and fell on the floor, broken.

"What the fuck?"

I blinked several times, willing my consciousness back into my system. The guy from outside looked around and our eyes connected just in time I recalled everything that happened last night. Fast adrenaline rushed through my veins as I hurriedly sat up, leaving the sleeping angel on my-

"Oh, shit!" I suddenly cursed out loud as more details of what happened last night reeled in my mind. That was no angel in pain, more like angel OF pain.

I nervously glanced back at Yoru. His usually combed hair was unruly and his clothes were crumpled. He looked exactly like someone who just got out of bed. But his cocky yet still worried grin said otherwise. I tried to open my mouth to talk but the weird, purplish-blue-haired guy held up his hand to stop me.

"I know, I know," he said like an understanding person should. "He was hurt and you took care of him. Then, both of you got carried away and this is what happened," he nodded and gestured at our direction.

My brow quirked up. "What the hell could you possibly mean, Yoru?"

His golden eyes became rounder, as if in innocence, "You mean nothing happened?" then, he looked at Ikuto with disbelief, "I thought he would still be in the mood even in that state," he added when I didn't reply.

"Shut up, Yoru!" I felt blood rush through my veins so fast I thought they'd ooze out of my eyes. Was he saying that he thought that we...that something...that we had...Oh, shit. He couldn't possibly think of that, could he?

Yoru stepped closer to my bed, his expression already serious. Talk about bipolar.

"What happened?" he asked, finally devoid of any malice.

I got out of bed and found the nearest thing I could wrap around myself and shrugged it on. "He didn't get to tell me. He already lost consciousness just a few minutes after he entered my room,"

The pages of the book flipped as the wind blew its way to me. Reading usually made me think clearer but this time nothing seemed to repair the damage the newly-found information did to my brain. The facts just wouldn't add up. Whenever I thought I had finally understood the situation, another thought comes up and destroys the conclusion I have so carefully calculated in my mind.

With a devastated sigh of impatience, I shut the book and faced the person in front of me who happened to be patient enough to stand there in silence, obviously wanting to talk to me but wouldn't say anything unless I rose up to face her.

"What do you want?" I asked with the same nonchalant mask I always put on.

She jumped enthusiastically, her ginger hair in pigtails bouncing as she did. "I suppose you know me already," the girl said expectantly.

I flicked my eyes to her side, spotting another girl approaching me sporting the same red plaid cape she wore. "As much as I don't like to disappoint you, but I'm afraid you don't look familiar to me."

The child's face dropped and her light brown eyes darkened and gazed me with scrutiny. "So, it's true," she whispered more to herself than to me.

"What's true?" the other girl with very light, very thin, brown hair asked as she finally stood beside the gingerhead.

The first girl whispered to her comrade and her comrade looked at me with her periwinkle eyes and nodded in return. Their whispered exchanges lasted for at least a few seconds until I finally got bored and walked away.

Only then did they have the right mind to talk to me again.

"Wait up!" periwinkle eyes called.

I decided to ignore the childish duo and walked straight to my next class. So the rumors were true - whatever the rumors were.

"Hey! Wait!"

I looked back and stared at them with as much disappointment as I could. "What the hell could you two possibly want with me?" I snarled.

The duo gave me the you-know-that-is-a-bad-word look but eventually shrugged it off when I didn't respond.

"You have to meet the Royal Guardians tonight. We need to speak privately with your kind," ginger-hair said in a very Twilighty voice.

MY kind? What the hell did she mean by that? Like we were some other different kind or something. Again, those Guardweebs proved me correct about their weirdness.

"An audience with you people would be an honor!" I sarcastically exclaimed.

The other girl's periwinkle eyes widened in wonder and excitement. "Really?"

"Of course!" I said, my voice lifting, "If I was a nut head like you two," I added and finally walked away from them.

I was passing through the abandoned music room when I heard hushed voices speaking simultaneously. Not that I normally would be intrigued by these kind of scenes, in the mention of my name, however, made me pull into a screeching halt.

"You can't continue protecting that girl forever!" a male voice whispered but the anger in his voice was gravely evident. (let's call him Angry guy)

A heavy sigh escaped from someone else's lips. "Amu isn't supposed to be here. She'll get dragged farther in this mess if she doesn't go," (this would be Sigh guy)

"There's nothing you can do about it. You know that, don't you? The only thing we can do now is to lessen the casualties - even if it bores me to death to do that," the other one said. (and this is Bored guy)

Someone banged at the door - LOUD. "You treat this matter like it's some kind of game!" Angry guy nearly yelled.

"What?" Bored guy drew breath in, "What I said is the truth! Hinamori Amu IS a bomb! We don't know when she'll detonate or IF she detonates. The only thing we know is how grave the casualties would be if that happens,"

A chair screeched like someone just stood up from it. "She won't explode, I'll make sure of that," Sigh guy said and then sighed again.

I was pinned to where I stood. They we talking about me and worse, they talked about me like I was a nuclear weapon made to bring mass destruction. But that's what I am, right? I was trained at a young age to kill and protect; protect and kill. I didn't show my emotions much that's why no one could use that against me. Could I possibly be what they said I was?

There was clattering of things and chairs were moved. If it wasn't for that noise, those three men would've probably found out that I was intently listening to their conversation.

I walked past the room, careful to make any noise as I climbed a flight of stairs. Outside, thunder rumbled and the clouds started to gather on top of our school. Bad omen.

My shoulders sagged as I finally reached the third floor. The hall was deserted. Of course, what would I expect? Lunch break ended over a half hour ago. Which means-

"Oh dear God, I'm late!" a motherly, girly voice groaned from below the stairs.

"YOU'RE late? What about us?" a girl with a little bit low-pitched voice said.

"Go girls! Fight! Fight! Fight! We shouldn't be late, 'coz that's what teachers hate!" a weird, yet energetic voice cheered.

A small feminine chuckle followed. "I hate to break it to you, Ran, but we're already late,"

"And that's all thanks to-OUCH!"

I looked down the stairs, a blonde girl was lying face down on the stairs. She must've tripped. The girl raised her head and saw me staring at her humiliated state. She then, blushed a furious shade of red and immediately pulled herself up.

"E...to, daijoubou-desuka?" I managed to ask out of awkwardness.

[daijoubou=are you okay?]

The girl nodded and bowed and headed straight to class. The other three girls: one with baby blue hair, one with magenta hair and one with gingery blonde hair color walked past me. I involuntarily squinted my eyes at them. They were strangely familiar. Like I've known them for quite a while.

The magenta-haired kid glanced back at me and whispered something to the blue-haired one. The latter then, glanced back at me and nodded to her companion.

A bare whisper could end your lives.

I wanted to tell them that but decided against it. There was no point in doing that at all.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: (again!)

Yes, it's plain, bland, boring, etc. I know. Poor me! The midterms exam almost killed my brain. Anyway, since you guys have been demanding for an update, here it is! Tada! Remember, a lame update is still an update. So, yeah~

With all the love for writing,

Lace Ashdown