Disclaimer: Still don't own either of them

The whole school buzzed with activity as each and every student of Seika High rushed to the school courtyard, dressed in their preordained shirt and shorts. They all stopped as one, to see with unbelieving eyes that one student was already there, chatting with the supervisors of the event.

The aqua haired beauty was jogging in place, looking quite relaxed while she talked to the teachers. Her shoulder length hair was tied in a high ponytail with a blood red bow that finished it, and each lock seemed to bounce with every slap of her feet.

All the male students gazed at her, unnoticeable hearts forming in their eyes, as they took in the beautiful sight before them. That is, until the said girl turned around and gave them a smug smirk.

Instantly, the hearts disappeared, and in its place, fire blazed in their eyes. They immediately began stretching and warming up, almost like machines.

Meanwhile, the few female students looked at the Prez adoringly. Their eyes glittered at the sight of their Prez, relishing the fact that she was taking it seriously. They were sure to win now.

A tall blonde leaned on a tree, her eyes looking over the slim body appreciatively. Her eyes lingered over the porcelain legs that seemed so delicate yet strong, and paused slightly over the swell in her chest area.

Once again, Michiru turned around, to be greeted by dark eyes. Noticing the transparent lust in the blonde's eyes, she quickly tied a band around her forehead. Haruka chuckled when she absorbed what it said.

'Die fighting'

Michiru's eyes narrowed to small slits, before she turned away, continuing to warm up her body, preparing for the events that were to come.

-0-0-0-0-

Let the 8th annual Seika Senior High Sports Festival

Tsukino Shingo proclaimed, standing on a podium with the supervisors behind him. He paused for an even more dramatic effect, BEGIN!

Loud cheers erupted, as the mostly male student body whooped, pumped up for the festival. At the corner of the crowd, were the girls, all surrounding one person.

"I will protect all the girls," Michiru said, her eyes gleaming with determination.

-0-0-0-0-

"Ehh?"

The mass of students had separated into six groups, based on their homerooms. All of the teams were made up of boys, excluding a special group that had the only females in it.

"Haruka-san! Why aren't you going to participate!" Yuuichiro, a tall gangly boy with unruly hair, exclaimed. Although his eyes were covered by his bangs, as usual, you knew that beneath them, his eyes were as big as saucers.

Ittou Asanuma's voice joined the fray, "Yeah, you're our fastest runner! Don't you want free katsu curry for three whole months?"

"Don't like it."

Haruka's blunt answer made all the boys trip forward. Everybody liked katsu curry. Even the cold hearted student president liked to sit down and eat a bowl of the curry. Feeling that it was a lost case, the boys walked away with their shoulders slumped, and their heads down, while the other groups chanted energetically.

-0-0-0-0-

First up is the 100m dash! The six runners for the race are as followed!

Shingo's voice rang throughout the courtyard. He began calling one person from each group, each name followed by rambunctious cheers, until the last one.

He elaborated on the last name, feeling that the extra information would be a nice factor in stirring up the suspense.

"The strongest on the female team, President Kaioh! Just leave it to me, Tsukino Shingo to report on the event details!"

He was answered by a set of cheers that seemed louder than the first ones. He smiled, up in his little P.A. box, and continued speaking into the mike.

"The race will begin any moment now! Who will win the one month's right to broadcast their favorite music during the day!"

At the starting line, all six contestants were lined up, their fingers touching the white chalk line. The Prez was at the middle of the line, surrounded by the other boys.

"I gotta win, so I can broadcast all the death metal I want!"

Thought Naoya Shirakawa, or rather Shiroyan. He had transferred about two weeks ago, and had quickly fit in with the rest of the Prez haters. He quickly glanced over to the girl beside him, ready for an easy victory, as he was a rather confident and arrogant boy. However, his ego took a beating at the sight he saw. Michiru looked perfectly calm, as if she didn't care about the race at all, as if she already knew that she was going to win. If this was merely a facade put on to intimidate other contestants, it did the exact opposite for the spiky blond, in fact it just made him want to win even more. With his heart prematurely pumping a mile a minute, he jogged in place quickly, trying to blow off some steam.

-BANG!-

The starter pistol sounded, commanding all the contestants to start running. They all started running, their legs being propelled forward by the yells of their fellow teammates. However, the cheers died away as the students' eyes were caught by the blond blur that seemed to be in the lead.

Shiroyan let out short, sporadic grunts as he ran, his arms and hand stiffly in position as they pumped along his sides. He bit his cheeks, thinking to himself, "Just a bit more, just a bit more, just a bit more."

When his eyes could see the white line just in front of his scuffy shoes, he raised his arms and closed his eyes in an ecstatic expression, ready to feel the red banner of victory split in half at his chest.

But it didn't happen.

As Shiroyan kept running on, unable to stop his legs that were tuned to running immediately, he opened his eyes and came to a halt. Looking bemused, he turned around to where the finish line was. His eyes started below, where he could see the two sides of the banner that had so neatly split into two lying on the ground, and he slowly progressed up from black shoes to the expressionless face of none other than the Prez.

"Finished! First to the finish line, the girls' team wins!"

Michiru walked past the blonde whose face had quickly morphed from the triumphant expression of a man who had struck oil to one of a man who had found out that the oil had come from the reserve of a company. She snatched the prize envelope with two fingers as every eye in the courtyard stared at her. She slowly, without a hint of emotion, to where her team stood, wide eyed and offhandedly offered it to Naru, who had been annointed the 'keeper' of the prizes beforehand. The brunette slowly reached out and grabbed the envelope, her eyes filled with wonder. Immediately, a loud cheer erupted from the team, as they all surged into a circle, surrounding the victor. Michiru let a warm smile come onto her face as she was fawned on by the adoring girls. Suddenly she felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around her in a tight embrace.

"Uwah! Michiru-chan's so fast!"

Smiling, the aqua haired girl hugged her blonde friend back when she felt another pair of eyes on her. She looked up to see her best friend, Ami, smiling at her. There was no need for words, and Michiru dragged her friend into the hug, with the latter blushing furiously, and the girls all cheering.

"All contestants for the 200m dash, line up!"

When Michiru had left, Usagi turned to Ami with a goofy grin. Ami grimaced as she prepared for the blonde's inevitable next words.

"Michiru-chan was fast, but Mamo-chan would have been way faster!"

The bluenette quietly groaned; Usagi had recently started dating a boy whom she always seemed to talk about. Ami was happy for the blonde, really, but after hearing everything about him, from what color his eyes were, to the name of his kindergarten teacher, it was pretty annoying. She was too nice to actually say that to her friend's face, and so she resigned herself to listening about him again, her eyes and attention though, completely on the race.

-0-0-0-0-

Meanwhile, at the other side of the field, the boys remained in their same state of bewilderment, as they all looked around at each other with their jaws open, asking silently just what in the world had happened. However, none was more confused than Shiroyan, who had not been able to see anything, actually being one of the runners.

Their silence was broken as one boy said, awe apparent in his voice, "She's a demon."

Mutters of agreement could suddenly be heard, as well as claps on the backs of all those who had dared to challenge the almighty Kaioh Michiru. Boys rose from their sitting position on the ground, as they got ready, almost hesitatingly, for the next race of the morning with astonishingly low morale.

Finally in the midst of their death row preparations, the same boy who had spoken first, Yuuchirou, who all in all wasn't a bad person, spoke up once again.

"So what if Kaichou beat us in this race? There are still plenty of races and prizes left, guys! Other than the broadcasting rights, the rest will belong to Class 2-6!" His words seemed to be like magic, and instantaneously, he was responded to with roars of different class names, from the rejuvenated boys.

"Hey, hey! What's going on? The female team has won the 200m dash!"

"What?" all the boys turned as one, to see the Prez collecting a small envelope tied with a red ribbon. In their moment of shock and bewilderment, they had apparently not heard the calling of the contestants. Seeing as how they had forgotten to send a representative for each team, Michiru had automatically been the first one to the finish line, though somewhere in the back of their mind, they doubted that she wouldn't have been first either way.

-0-0-0-0-

"The female team wins the bread-eating contest!"

"The female team wins the 400m race!"

"The female team wins the 1500m race!"

The whole school population excluding the meager amount of girls stared on disbelievingly as a single person continuously won all the prizes. After the latest victory, the boys turned to the sports coordinator, looking for a scapegoat, their 'doomed' mood from before having disappeared in the face of irritation.

"How can you let this keep happening? She's competed and won in every single race!" Shiroyan took charge, and yelled at Shingo.

"But, but there's no rule saying you can't appear in every race."

As he spoke into the loudspeaker, Shingo couldn't help but thank Buddha that he was up in his PA box, as he was sure that if he had been down there, he would have been ripped to shreds.

"Even so! It's unfair!" Asanuma stepped up this time, his face red, shaking his fist upwards.

"Unfair?" the boys all turned around slowly, recognizing the silky voice that was currently laced with rage, "Really?"

Michiru turned around to face them, the girls who had surrounded her stepping away to create a window in which she was visible. Appallingly, not a hair was out of place on her small head, and the only sign of exertion that showed, was a slight reddening of her face. She took a swallow of her water bottle, drinking every last drop before speaking once again. She delicately wiped her mouth unnecessarily, and finally spoke.

"Whoever said the world was fair?"

She didn't feel the need to prove herself to boys who blamed everything but themselves for their losses. She suddenly hunched over onto her knees, harshly gasping out breaths. In order to keep up her untired appearance, she had stifled her pants by holding her breath when they became too loud, but apparently she had done it for too long. Michiru struggled to catch her breath quickly before gracefully standing back up with no trace of her gasping fit. The boys all stared in shock and Immediately the girls began to make a big fuss over her, their maternal instincts kicking into overdrive.

"Are you all right, Michiru-san?"

She was handed a towel from Naru who looked at her with worried eyes. Swinging the towel onto her slightly sweaty neck, Michiru let herself relax, if only for a second, being fanned by the girls with improvised fans.

"All participants of the horse-riding competition, please assemble"

Michiru scowled looking in the direction of the PA box; if she had ever wanted to kill someone, it was nothing to what she was feeling towards Shingo.

"Michiru-chan, you should take a break now," Usagi said, noticing the dirty look; she had also taken part of being Michiru's makeshift cheering squad, having forgotten momentarily about her 'Mamo-chan' in the heat of the competitive fervor.

"I'm the only one who can do it," at the end of her words, Michiru let out a string of coughs that seemed to take out every breath she had in her body. Alarmed, all the girls vehemently protested.

"It's okay, Michiru-chan!" Usagi frantically tried to convince her best friend, worried for her health.

"This competition is unjust for the females anyway. We'll get points even if we don't participate," Ami added in, trying to make their case more convincing. "Yeah, yeah" the rest of the girls chirped, nodding.

"Besides the points, there's a prize right?" Michiru seemed to be slightly better, her voice was now the usual melody it was, though it seemed it was taking a lot of effort.

"Well, yeah but-"

"I can't let the others win a single prize for the sake of giving the girls a comfortable environment to study in."

All the girls listened to the heartwarming and courageous words with a blush, and when it was clear that the aqua haired girl was finished talking, they enveloped her in a big group hug, with Usagi being the center force. "Michiru-san!"

'This is why I can't let them win!'

And with that in her mind, Michiru crossed the finish line once again, resulting in an eruption of cheers from a small portion of the audience.

The rest, however, were in their own little bubble of misery, a mixture of tears and snot dripping down their faces, crying out on their knees to the sky.

"THREE MONTHS' WORTH OF KATSU CURRY!"

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving guys!

You'll see that I rewrote many parts, some major, some small, and you can thank FlorLola for that ^^ Seriously, if it weren't for her, my story would have even more flaws, and they never would have gotten corrected, steering off first time readers, since most reviews I get on this story are from people who was there since the beginning [I love you guys!]

And once again, I know that I've been sticking pretty close to the manga, but I promise you, that as soon as I'm done with the sports festival, the storyline will be different, and entirely mine.

Argh, I've had so many ideas for stories, but never enough time to actually sit down and start writing the first chapter of it. But anyway, REVIEW guys, it really does help me.

Just one more thing, a hug to everybody that added this story or me to their favorites in my absence!