Miyuki's PoV

That morning, the second day I'm in Japan, Richy and I are on our way to Black Ship from his house.

"Oh, hey, Rihito!" One of the shop owners greeted to him and he smiled brightly back. The shop owner then shook his head and said: "every time I see you you're with another girl." 

"No, no. We're childhood friends." I say and pointed between us. Part of me likes my condition, it gives me more guts. After the shop owner went back inside, Rihito turned to me and showed a slightly colder smile: "...we are just 'friends'?" I looked at him questionally and nodded--which I probably shouldn't've.

"Really Yuki-chan? I'm hurt...I thought we were more than just friends...." oh no. The next thing I know, I'm cornered against a brick wall, again. And Black Ship is just across the street. 

"S-stop it." I say barely above a whisper. 

"What's wrong?" he had a teasing smile and brushed against my lips ever so lightly. It felt ticklish as I felt heat on my lips before he pulled back almost as instantly as he had cornered me, that bright and cheerful smile returning.

As my brain start to function again, I feel all the heat rush to my face as he lead me inside the cafe.

I told Mitsuko the story after I pulled her upstairs, her grinning all along. I'm not bold like her; can't even count how many relationships *this* girl's had had. She can pick up on every hint while I. Am. So. Dense.

"What about you?" I ask. And she told me her story. When we went back downstairs, Ichigo and Haruki were beet red; Johji was scratching his head; Rihito kept his usual grin and Takeshi looked like he didn't care about nothin', but he wasn't flipping the pages of his manga, he can't concentrate, either.

"Rihito must've said something." Mitsuko commented and ordered her breakfast casually.

“Actually, girls. You two start school tomorrow." Johji said. She didn't make any sound, but I saw her mouth the swear word. She glanced at me obviously saying 'wtf we just arrived for two days'. 

***

Aunt Joyie already send in our applications, now all we have to do is meet the principal for her final decision. 

"Konnichiwa, Mrs.....Chii?" Mitsuko said trying to pronounce her name plate. We're standing side by side in front of the principal's desk, she looked like a nice woman around her 30s. 

"Mrs. Che." she corrected nicely and started to look over my records. "The first thing I was impressed by was both of your high grades in every subject." she says. Then frowned when she saw Mitsuko's. Oh yeah...Mitsu has a criminal record...that's not good.... I was one of the witnesses of Mitsuko when she's thirteen years old, she almost ended up in juvie. 

It's probably a good thing that she doesn't remember it now.

Mrs. Che's expressions soften when she viewed our medical conditions. "Poor girls, amnesia and split personality disorder?" she mumbled with empathy in her eyes. 

Mitsuko's PoV

The whole time in the principal's office. I wonder why aunt wouldn't let me check over my records first? She'd said she already prepared everything and send them out. What do I have on my records? 

All I know is that I get the highest grades and I'm socialable, which is mainly what schools are looking for, here. I looked around her office and spot some books on her shelf: いじめととりくんだ国々 日本と世界の学校におけるいじめへの対応と施策。I really need to get used to seeing another language all around me.

"Well, you girls can start school right away, just get your uniforms. Everything's already prepared." Mrs. Che smiled kindly at us. "Arigato." We both said and Miyuki bowed. I forgot.

We stood in front of our assigned classroom. My heart was kinda pounding, I hated first impressions. I look at Miyuki, she pulled a face, saying 'no way in hell that I'm gonna go in there first.'

"...welcome our new students from New York..." oh, that's our cue. I walked in, and Miyuki followed.

"Mitsuko Takahashi." I said simply. Miyuki shot me a look and said: ”Yoroshikuonegaishimasu, hajimemashite，my name is Miyuki Okumiya." then, she bowed 80°. Now the whole class' eyes are on me. What? I thought. Then spotted Takeshi in the crowd of faces. 'Bow' he mouthed to me. I quickly lean down. I'm not exactly a pro in bowing so I'm pretty sure I looked a bit awkward. But everybody applauded anyway.

The teacher assigned us seats, I was deskmates with Takeshi and Ichigo in front of me; and Miyuki to my right whose deskmates with Haruki. I felt glares on me as I sat down. I took in my surroundings and classmates, first. I suddenly felt self-conscious about my colorful hair, all girls here have either  brown or black hair neatly combed or tied up. But my gradient blue hair is naturally down and a bit frizzly, even. Miyuki's hair was also down but she combed it neatly and smooth.

Class is boring as hell. The teacher was blabbing about chapter nine, so I just took out my homework notebook and started on chapter nine's work under the desk. Takeshi was taking a nap and Ichigo was doing---I have no idea; Haruki's the only one who's actually listening and taking notes.

"Miss Takahashi?" the teacher suddenly asked and I look up rather slowly. He had a smug look on his face as he said: "please repeat my last sentence."

I smirk mentally and said: " 'please repeat my last sentence'." 

Muffled laughters are heard around the room and the teacher frowned at me and left me be. "No way, she's funny." I heard a whisper and an agree. Ichigo reached his hand behind his back and I bumped his fist. Exactly, I don't leave good impressions on my teachers. It's a bad habit, but I like messin' with 'em. I have a feeling somebody's gonna lecture me later, though.

The only class I paid attention on was language, I really need to practice my writing. Sometimes I write 'の' into 'e' because of muscle memory....

"you shouldn't be pissing teachers off here, Takahashi." Haruki said during lunch break. I can sense glares shooting at me all the time. Ichigo, Takeshi, Haruki and Miyuki and I are having lunch together.

"Yo!" came a booming voice at the entrance of the classroom. Everybody turned to look and see Ryuzo there, leaning on the door frame.

"I don't have much time, I don't want Shimada coming at me, again." he said as I walk over to him asking him what he's doing here. He smiled brilliantly and said: "just wanna drop by cuz it's you guys' first day! What'd you think?"

"No way, Ryuzo Hatta? That tough gangster?" someone whispered.

"Okay, I guess. And who's Shimada?" Miyuki joins in.

"I thought they were nobodies, but they actually know someone as rough as him?" another whisper.

"He's your math teacher. Didn't you catch his name?" Takeshi said. "Oh, so he's that old dude I messed with." I say casually. "She was awesome." Miyuki giggled. Ryuzo just stared at me wided eyed. Luckily I'm smart enough to plug my ears before he practically shouted: "YOU WHAT!?!"

"Don't be so disrespectful." Haruki sighed. "We'll talk later, if you don't wanna get caught, get out." Ichigo said and made a shooing motion with his hand.

"He's a year higher, right? And Rihito's in another school?" I ask after we took our seats again.

Miyuki's PoV

I was laughing mentally the entire time Misuko put on her 'show'. I would never have the guts to say something like that to a teacher. Actually, *only* mitsuko would.

After Ryu left, two girls suddenly came up to Mitsuko and I and started yelling: "who the hell do you two think you are?!"

Haruki's shocked and Ichigo raised and eyebrow at them while Takeshi remain expressionless.

"You're just two little b***hes thinking you can hog onto OUR Haruki and Ichigo?!!" the other one shouted. I was more near to them and I felt like the verge of tears. Mitsuko stood up and blocked in front of me. The two girls shrunk back a little realizing Mitsu was three quarters of a head taller than them.

"Look, we're just childhood friends who knew each other for a long time." Mitsuko said in a quiet voice, but I can tell she's on her last string of patience. Everybody else in the classroom were watching intensely. I think Haruki froze up because normally he'd say something about this.

"I don't give a s**t about that! You two should get lost!" the other girl shoved Mitsuko slightly.

Oh, I wouldn't have done that if I were you. I thought. Suddenly, my head was in a splitting sensation again, and I can tell I lost empathy all at once.

"You, just messed with the Wrong Girl." Mitsuko spoke quietly but firmly. She cracked her knuckles and took a step towards them, sending shivers down their spine with her icy cold amber eyes. One of the girls tried to land a punch on her but she easily grabbed that girl's weak fist.

"Miyuki, turn away." she said in a rather playful tone, and I listened. Usually I'd stop her, but right now I just want to see how this'll end up.

I turned back and see Ichigo with his jaw dropped all the way to the floor and Takeshi with wide eyes and Haruki with both. I shook my head at them. Mitsuko had great reflexes, that's why she has a criminal record, actually, because she's really good at fighting and such. But she's almost mute while fighting. She doesn't make any sound, well except when her victims are groaning.

When I heard clapping, I turned around and find Mitsuko dusting off her hands. The other two girls rubbing themselves and/or sitting on the ground before quickly running out. Mitsu didn't punch them or anything. I'm sure at most she just shoved them hard to the wall, and there would be no enough evidence to prove that she done that. One or two light bruises won't prove anything.

I think Mitsuko's sense of security shattered the moment those girls started harassing us. She's actually very unstable of that, right now.

She returned to her seat as if nothing's happened and the both of us continue to eat our lunch.

"What the hell was that!" Ichigo finally shouted after like, five minutes.

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