Author's Note: This story is LONG from over! Every character has a set of chapters devoted solely to their point of view, so that's all that the "Part 1 of X" means. It can range from 2-5 chapters.

Notes about the chapter:
- thoughts coming from one's own head are italicized bold. Thoughts coming from somebody else's head are just plain italicized.

6 hours earlier…

Sugar stiffens as an involuntary shiver zaps its way through the entirety of her body. She freezes in the middle of the lunch line as a vicious battle ensues in the depths of her mind.

Fish balls! Just six feet away!

Sixth sense!

But… fish balls!

Sixth sensiresd blvwusilz bdzlz Mnwjais sudilhx!

It doesn't take long after that. Flinging her tray of french fries floating in miso soup into the nearest available face, Sugar leaps onto the nearest lunch table and bolts for the doorway, making sure to land in somebody's meal at every bounce.

And then she's sailing outside, right into the warm afternoon sunlight in front of the cafeteria.

Her sixth sense is going insane!

She faces around the perimeter of the cafeteria courtyard. It's cold outside for the mere mortals of this world, but not even the chill of weather can deter Sugar from a much-needed run.

Unless there's water involved. Yeck.

Six laps counterclockwise around the perimeter of the courtyard doesn't bring up anything, so Sugar turns in the other direction and makes six laps clockwise at double-time.

There!

She bounds over to a tree on the far side of the courtyard. No, it's not actually in the courtyard itself. It's more like a little stand of trees a couple meters outside of the courtyard. But this one tree out here—this one's important. Her sixth sense is tingling. This tree is important!

…It might have only been a couple seconds… or it might have been a whole hour… that Sugar stares intently up into the rustling leaves of that tree. It's like the answers of the universe are just bleeding out of its branches. She bathes in this glory for a couple seconds more (or an hour, whatever) before something else suddenly catches her attention. No, someone. She stares, evaluating and analyzing…

"Okay, this is getting creepy," the target whispers.

"Just ignore her. She's always this weird," a second voice replies. "Let's go."

The target begins to move, launching Sugar into action. She scampers her way up the tree trunk for a height advantage, then leaps outwards, her gorgeously-painted nails extended for maximum grabbage.

"Augh run she's coming—"

With beautiful success, she tackles the target to the ground and begins to scratch the hell out of his uniform. Yes! Yes! Yes!

…No?

No, this isn't what her sixth sense was reacting to at all. It's close, but it's not. Sugar daintily picks herself off of the twitching body and stalks away regally, as if she'd never made that mistake in the first place. And after a half-second, she fully believes herself. She wasn't acting rashly; the guy just ticked her off! With his imperfect… imperfectness. Nobody with that much lame-itude should be allowed to walk around as proudly as he was.

Him!

She doesn't know what she's looking for, but she's definitely found him this time! She doesn't waste a moment before she's pouncing onto his body—

"Waugh!"

—and successfully brings him to the ground. But behold, the scent wafting up into her nostrils is a familiar one. Ridiculously seductive. It isn't long before she's reduced to nothing but a quivering pile of purrs.

"Sugar? Dammit, Sugar, you know I'm allergic—hachoo!"

She bats at his blonde mop of hair. Oo! An identifying clue! Hair. She's looking for hair. A guy with hair.

"Just… Sugar, can you please get off me?"

Slowly, she stretches the entire length of her body along his prone form while letting out a satisfyingly low growl. She even lands perfectly on all fours when the boy freaks and leaps to his feet, hurling her at least ten feet into the air.

"Don't…" he points a shaky, accusing finger at her. "Don't do that again."

The cafeteria.

He freezes as the telepathic thought pushes its way into his mind. Oh yeah, she forgot she could do that. Whoops. Oh well, while she's in here, she might as well actually figure out who's she's talking to.

The connection works both ways, and she hears what Sam's going to say before the words even leave his mouth. What about the cafeteria?

Fish balls! she screeches telepathically. The thought brings her such delight that she collapses to the ground and wiggles around in joy.

Sugar… you're really weird. He turns and begins to walk away, forcing Sugar to use desperate measures.

By tackling him to the ground again. This time, she makes sure she's sitting on his stomach.

The cafeteria! she insists.

Sam gasps for air. You are the heaviest animal I have ever—

She holds sharpened fingernails above his throat. What were you saying?

Sam just bats her hands away and tries to move. She shifts her weight to pin him in place. Sugar, I really need to get—

This is more important. There's somebody waiting for you in the cafeteria.

What?

Sugar casually licks the back of her hand, then uses that wet surface to smooth over the stray hairs sticking up behind her ears. I have a feeling that he might appreciate you more than he would me.

Her urgent message now conveyed, she leaps off his body and ignores the tittering giggles of witnessing classmates. Sam, on the other hand, blushes a furious red. What's that supposed to mean? he snarls, thoroughly embarrassed.

Sugar just winks at him.