Sooo….here's chapter 3.

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Disclaimer: If you need one, you need an IQ test.

(Italics – English)

(Bold – our little telepathic thing we have going)

(Bold italics – zanpaku-tou)

(Normal – Japanese)

"So you two are foreign exchange students?" a slightly interested Mizurio asked.

"Kind of," Ageha replied. "More like none of the schools in the United States would take her again." She jerked her thumb behind her, where I was standing in the middle of a fistfight in which I was clearly outnumbered, but undoubtedly winning. Even Ichigo, who had burst out of a door with Chad, following the guys who I was now beating up, was just standing, watching. "She did that on the first day of every school she ever went to, all for some different reason. Eventually, all schools knew her by name, and wouldn't accept her."

"So you came here?" A terrified Keigo asked, half hiding behind Mizurio.

"Yeah. We both knew fluent Japanese before our parents decided to send us here, and that was one of the deciding factors." Because of our physic link, I was listening to our cover story that Ageha was clearly, at least to me, making this up on the spot. The whole thing about no schools accepting me, that was true, the fight thing, also true, but the rest was all made up. "Am I doing good?"

"On the cover story? Yeah. 'S nice how you're addin' the truth in with the lies there. Makes it more believable than if it's all lies."

"Okay, thanks. Good luck over there."

"I could kick these guys with one arm tied behind my back."

Then the principal came out the doors to were we where. The thugs scattered, but not before I could get to Ageha and the two boys. I stood facing the principal, who was now facing Ichigo, thinking that he started the fight. Ageha grabbed my shoulder, I looked behind me, and she nodded and gave me her digital camera. Sliding it gingerly in my pocket, I strode up to the three (Chad was still standing there), and asked what was going on.

"This one got in another fight. This has nothing to do with you," The Principal said, with a note of faked authority in his voice.

"'S has everything to do with me, and nothing to do with 'im," I announced, real, strong authority in mine, even with my laid-back accent. He noticed.

"I don't believe you. Why should I?" He raised his voice, feeling that it would intimidate me.

"'Cause I have this." I grabbed the camera out of my pocket, and showed the video of the thugs attacking me to the principal. "'Nd 'cause 't was self-defense, you can't get mad at me."

The video ended, the principal apologized, the bell rang, and we all went to class. The same class.

I sat in the very back of the class, my favorite song on an infinite loop playing in one ear, the earbud well hidden by my thick hair, on a new iPod I had bought the other day, from money I borrowed from Kisuke. I had reassured him that I would work for him until I paid it off. The songs though, were all illegally downloaded.

I was thinking. Not about the class. About the future. I literally knew exactly what was going to happen and when. I watched, intrigued, as my thoughts danced across my mind in perfect beat to the song I was listening to. It's really hard to explain, but I knew that Ageha, who was near the front of the class, near Uryuu, understood perfectly, and was storing this interesting thing in her well-educated mind for future reference.

The thing I was witnessing in my own mind confused me, but I watched anyway, and somehow, even with my eyes closed, none of the teachers seemed to notice.

Chapter 3! Yay! Anyway, for those of you wondering, the song that was hinted was Secret by One Republic. I really did have it on an infinite loop while writing this.