Yay! New chapter! To be honest, I was just really bored so I just sat down and typed the entire thing in one go. But hey, I finished! And I'm pretty happy with the result.

Yuki: Surely there is something for you to do, miss author.

SnowyNeko: Of course there isn't. I don't exactly have a life, ya know. :P

Yuki: Is there nothing you're interested in?

SnowyNeko: I like writing!

Shigure: So do I, but it's not the only thing I do.

SnowyNeko: Please give me an example of what else you do. Honestly, I'm curious.

Shigure: I run from my editor and make sure Yuki and Kyo don't destroy my house.

SnowyNeko: Yup, what a life. Please note my heavy sarcasm.

Shigure: Oh, you're so cruel, miss author.

SnowyNeko: I know. XD I don't own any of the Fruba characters or the anime itself.

Kyo: Fortunately...

"Class, this is Vierra Carter. She'll be joining us for an unknown amount of time, so please welcome her to our school."

I bow again and repeat my formal introduction. "Please take care of me."

"There is a free seat in the back corner by the window," the teacher points out kindly.

I nod thanks and sit down, almost laughing. A window seat. How typical. The view is pretty, though. From my place I can see the front gates of the school.

I had kind of been hoping I could sit by Yuki but, surprise, surprise, obsessive love-struck girls have taken all the seats circling him. Tohru turns back to look at me worried, but I give her an assuring smile to calm her.

Throughout the class, I listen to the teacher speak without even glancing at the board. Everything she writes is in kanji, so I can't understand any of it anyway. Japanese Literature probably won't be my best subject.

When English class comes along, I have to bite my tongue to keep from cracking up. According to my ears, everyone is speaking English just fine and as naturally as I do. However, when they're called on to read in class they sound like bumbling idiots. When Yuki stands up, I'm actually shocked to find he speaks as fluently as ever.

Feeling like I have an obligation to outdo him, I volunteer to read the next paragraph.

"O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!

Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?

Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, dove feather raven, wolfish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honorable villain!"

Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet has always been one of my favorites, which many people find surprising. I've read it cover to cover more times than I can count, so while most people would stumble over the words while reading the passage, I read it like I'm reading a kindergartener's picture book.

Plaudits erupt from the other students when I sit down. I struggle to keep a straight face as they demonstrate their amazement over my pronunciation of the language I've spoken since birth.

I don't get this world. When I read aloud it didn't sound any different to me than when I speak to Yuki or Tohru or Kyo. Yet somehow, when everyone is under the impression I'm speaking English, they hear English. It really doesn't make any sense.

"That was perfect!" the teacher gushes, breaking his collected mask. "You read that better than even our Yuki! Did you used to live over seas?"

"Something like that," I wave him off with my voice. He continues to shower me with praise without directly talking to me, telling the class that they could learn a lot from me.

After class, Yuki stands from his desk, the hordes of fan girls mimicking him. Walking over to my desk, he sits in the now empty seat next to me to the distress of his fan club.

"Did you remember something?" he asks in a low voice. The other girls strain to hear our conversation without success.

"Not really," I tell him, laying my head in my arm and looking up at him. "The language just comes natural to me."

He smiles at me sweetly, causing me to smile back. "Well, it's a clue as to who you really are. That's good."

"Yeah, I guess… I can't read any kanji though." I scrunch my nose, thinking about how horrible my grade in that class is going to be. "Nope, I don't understand any of it."

Still sitting straight, Yuki rests his elbows on the desk. "You can't read kanji? Didn't you just read an English book as easily as singing?"

"Mmm, yup. I felt like I had to beat you, for showing off."

"When did I show off?" His concerned expression makes me laugh.

"You weren't trying to," I state. "I'm just a competitive person. If someone is the best, I feel it's my duty to beat them."

"That aside," he laughs gently, "could it be that you native language is English?"

"Uhuh, but apparently I can talk in Japanese just as clearly."

"Apparently?"

"You hear Japanese right now, don't you?" Actually, I'm kind of curious if that is true. I hear English, but everyone around here seems to understand me as well as anyone else.

"Well, yeah." His violet eyes sparkle with new questions, but we're interrupted when Tohru comes to a standstill in front of my desk.

"I didn't know you could speak English like that!" she muses excitedly. "I had Yuki tutoring me, but you could tutor us both! Ah! I didn't mean to be rude, Yuki! I'm sorry!"

"It's alright, miss Honda. Excuse me, but there is something I have to do."

Yuki steps up to the front of the classroom, suddenly in charge. The teacher left sometime without my notice. A shy looking girl stands next to him, appearing to share a part of the authority he now holds.

"Will everyone please take their seats?"

Everyone, seeing their Prince is the one giving the order, complies without question. Seconds after he's requested it of them they've all sat back down in the proper places. Keeping my head in my arm, I turn my attention to the front of the room as well.

"We're going to be hosting a fundraiser soon for the clubs, and we need ideas. We're open to any thoughts anyone has on the matter."

Hands shoot up before he can even finish.

"How about a café?"

"We could hold a sports tournament!"

"A bakery would bring in a lot of money!

People spout concepts left and right, rushing the poor girl who's trying to write all them on the board. At least, I think that's what she's doing. In the midst of the confusion, I raise my hand patiently and wait to be called on.

"Miss Carter." Yuki's voice settles the crowd instantaneously. "Is there something you would like to propose?"

I lower my hand and clear my throat. "How about we hold a prom? Like they do in American high schools?"

Murmurs of agreement and interest bubble up, to my pleasure. I never did get a date, but I had a dress at the ready for the upcoming dance. With the position I'm in right now, it doesn't look like I'll be able to make it there, so why not have one here?

"Is there anyone else who thinks we should hold a school dance?" Yuki asks.

Gradually, a few hands raise, slowly followed by others. Soon enough the majority of the classroom has its hands raised in agreement. The girl with the chalk circles a collection of kanji I assume are the ones that translate into prom, or something similar.

"So we'll host a dance to raise money for the school and its clubs. Miss Carter, is there anything in particular you think this dance should have?"

"Sure." I sit back, glad to have been given the power. "The guy should ask the girls to the dance. If you don't want or don't have a date, you go with a group of friends. Oh, and it has to have a chocolate fountain."

"Any arguments?" The room is completely silent, people deeply contemplating my words.

"Then it's settled, but we'll have to hurry. We only have a week and a half to put it together."

Groans of disapproval spread through the classroom like a plague, but I sit there with a satisfied smile. Something like an anime isn't going to prevent me from enjoying life. Especially without any parents or close friends to scold me, I can do whatever I want.

I toy with my charm bracelet. Nothing like this will bring me down. This is a minor setback, if it is one at all. This separation from my regular life may actually be somewhat beneficial for me.

Well, what do ya think? Yuki is going to prom! I wonder what he's ring to wear! Tell me what you think I should put him in! I may even put him in a dress if I get more than one request for it... *nosebleed*

Till then, Kisses from SnowyNeko!:3 MEOW!