The two boys came crashing through the cafeteria doors, just as the school clock gave the last seven o'clock chime. The matronly woman standing at the doors 'tsked' at the two out of breath teens, as she locked the doors behind them. "That was close, boys. Better leave a wider margin, next time."

"Hai!" They chorused, catching their breath and looking around.

The cafeteria wasn't large, but it didn't need to be, since there were less than 300 people at the school. Kouji spotted Min waving at them from a table near the center and waved back, indicating that they'd join them after they'd gotten their food. The food lineup was short, since they were the last ones through the doors, and they quickly joined their new friends.

Kenji shoved down to make room for them, and quickly rattled off the names of the dozen or so people seated there. Genrou and Kouji both nodded their hellos, then tucked into their meals like starving animals.

"Do you guys always eat like this?" Min asked, eyes wide as they shoveled food into their faces at a fantastic rate.

"Pretty much," Kouji answered him, pausing. Genrou took the opportunity to snatch at a piece of Kouji's meat. Kouji smacked at his hand, but missed, and Genrou grinned triumphantly at him before stuffing the meat in his face. Kouji promptly retaliated by stealing half of Genrou's Jell-O.

"We missed lunch," Genrou explained. "But yeah, we usually eat like this. I grew up with four pushy older sisters, and I had to fight to keep my food on my plate! Kouji picked up the habit from me." He grinned, exposing his fangs.

Naisu plopped down across from them. "What's with the teeth, anyway? Do you file them like that or something?"

Genrou snorted. "Naw. I was born with 'em."

"His dentist tried to suggest fixing them, once," Kouji added. "Just once." Genrou grinned again.

"You were born with them? Your poor mother. Guess you didn't get breastfed," Kenji commented.

Genrou's eyes widened, and Kouji groaned. "Oh, man, now you've got him started!" Kouji complained good-naturedly.

"Poor mother? My poor mother? Fuck that shit! She nearly suffocated me!" Genrou pounded on the table with one fist to emphasize his point. Min giggled.

"It's true," Kouji backed him up. "You have to see this woman to believe her. Her chest is HUGE, and she LOVES clutching things to her. Particularly Genrou's face." Genrou cuffed him, and Kouji punched him in the arm in return. "Personally, I've always thought she was trying to do him in, so she'd only have daughters."

"Yer damn straight she was trying to do me in," Genrou grumbled. "Fucking woman is psycho!"

Kenji smiled. "Sounds like you were traumatized by it," he commented.

Kouji snorted. "You ain't seen nothing. Watch this. Hey, Genrou!" He picked up his glass of milk and wiggled it under Genrou's face. "Want some milk?"

Genrou turned white, then green. "Fuck off, Kouji! Get that shit out of my face!" Kouji laughed and took a healthy gulp of his milk.

"See? He can't stand even looking at the stuff. He claims it reminds him of his mother attempting to breastfeed him." Min, Kenji and Naisu exchanged glances, while Genrou growled menacingly at his best friend.

"Weird," was Naisu's comment. The five new friends continued to banter and tease one another throughout the meal.

Finally, Genrou leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach. "Ya know, for caf food, that wasn't half bad. I'm stuffed!"

"They do feed us well," Kenji agreed, looking up from where he was playing with the last dregs of his ice cream.

"Fattening us up for the kill," Naisu commented, grinning.

"And how very well you fatten, my dear Naisu." A light tenor commented from behind them in a patently false sweet tone.

Naisu, Kenji and Min all froze, while the other occupants of the table slowly edged away from the five at the center. Naisu forced a smile to her face. "Haku-sama. Ryo-sama. I trust this evening finds you well?"

"Oh, look at the little worm attempt to be civilized," a husky alto interjected smoothly. Kouji and Genrou turned to find two upperclassmen standing behind them.

The two women had stunningly long hair, which they wore swept back in twin high ponytails. The first speaker was dressed in a loose, traditional-style kimono, grey hair trailing over her shoulder, and wore heavy makeup, nearly obscuring her real features. The other had purple-tinted hair down to her knees, and her clothing left as little to the imagination as her companion's covered.

Genrou growled and opened his mouth to object to the woman's treatment of Naisu, then snapped it shut again as she kicked him under the table and shook her head, subtly. The gesture did not go unnoticed by the sharp eyes of the newcomers, however.

"Oh, these must be the two new boys. How lovely." The girl Genrou had decided must be Ryo Chuin reached out and placed her fingers beneath Kouji's chin, tilting his face up to see it better. Genrou tensed, but said nothing, waiting to see what would happen.

"Such a pity, that scar. Your features would be flawless, otherwise." Apparently losing interest, she dropped Kouji's chin and turned to her friend. "Don't you agree, my dear Kaen?"

Kaen tilted her head and pursed her lips thoughtfully. "A shame, yes. But you…" she nearly purred, leaning over Genrou in a provocative manner. "You are most interesting. Such lovely hair." She moved to run her fingers through his long locks, still loose from the earlier playing.

Genrou acted without thinking, batting her hand away from him and growling. "Keep yer hands to yerself," he muttered darkly.

Kaen's eyes narrowed dangerously. Though her attention didn't move from Genrou's face, she somehow managed to direct a dirty look at Naisu. "Haven't you taught them the rules yet, Naisu?" she murmured.

Naisu grunted. "It's their first day, Haku-sama. Please, give them a little leeway, they don't know any better yet."

Kaen grinned and pulled away. "Indeed. I hope you're a fast learner, boy. Because you won't get many second chances here."

Chuin smiled in a predatory fashion, and both Kouji and Genrou shivered instinctively. "And the first thing that you must learn, boys, is that there is a ranking system among the students, of which we," she indicated herself and Kaen, "are at the top." Genrou's eyes widened as he realized Chuin's nails were very, very long, and had been filed into sharp points. "That means, that everyone at this school, belongs to us." She smiled again, and glanced over her shoulder to the next table. "Isn't that right, Li-san?"

Genrou blinked - he hadn't even realized Houjun had been eating at the table behind them. The older boy gave Chuin a disgusted look. "Don't bring me into this, Ryo. You know I won't play your little games."

Kaen pouted, and ran her fingernails along the edge of Houjun's chin. "Such a shame - you could rule with us, you know."

He growled and batted her hand away, much as Genrou had done a moment before. Standing, he picked up his tray and glared at the two women. "Fuck off, Kaen. I am not in the mood." He glanced at the two boys. "And leave them be for now. It's their first day."

"Best to nip rebellion in the bud, Hou-chan." She smirked at him. "They need to learn who their masters are."

Houjun narrowed his eye. Though his voice wasn't raised, the tone was intimidating enough. "You disgust me, you know that? Both of you. Don't be so familiar with me." Ignoring Kaen's shocked gasp, he strode away.

"Why that - that…" Kaen was trembling with fury. Chuin gave a soft, disturbing-sounding laugh.

"You should know better than to play with him by now, Kaen," she commented, tapping her chin with one long, red fingernail. "You always end up on the losing end."

"Hmph." Kaen tossed her head, flouncing her hair back. "Screw him anyway. Come on, Chuin, I'm bored. Newbies aren't any fun until they've learned the rules. Lets go find someone else to play with."

Genrou hadn't even realized he'd been holding his breath through the entire exchange with Houjun, until his lungs began to burn. He gasped, slumping back against the table, dazed. Kouji appeared to be in much the same shape.

Kenji gave them both a sympathetic look. "Now you see why we said not to attract their attention. Li is the only one in the school who can get away with treating them like that."

Genrou shook his head. "How come he gets away with it?"

Naisu smirked. "Kaen's made no secret of the crush she has on him, and he's turned her down continually. But they never retaliate at him directly. Personally, I think they're secretly afraid of him. Of everyone at this school, he's the only one who's actually been to prison. And he's utterly unpredictable in his actions. He might smile at them, or he might explode and beat them up. It makes him a dangerous unknown."

Kouji gave his best friend a wide-eyed stare. "Shit, man. And you got stuck with him for a roommate?"

Genrou sighed and shook his head. "He didn't seem so bad earlier. Just - quiet, and withdrawn."

"You must have caught him in a good mood," Min commented. "Especially since he actually told you about his past."

Naisu and Kenji stared at Genrou. "He DID?" Naisu gaped. "He's never told anyone ANYTHING! All anybody knows is what the hackers managed to uncover of his police records. But he told you personally? What did he say?"

Genrou shifted uncomfortably. "Well, fuck, man, not much. He said I'd find out from the rumour mill eventually, and I might as well hear it from him. Just that he'd been to prison for three years for killing his best friend and girlfriend, and that he'd gotten the scar there." He shook his head, remembering the fleeting pain that had crossed the older boy's face when talking of prison.

Min blinked his wide eyes. "He must like you, I guess. Or maybe he was trying to frighten you?"

Genrou grunted. "Doesn't matter. We agreed to leave each other alone, and that's the end of it. We'll get along okay, if he keeps up his end of the bargain."

"And if you don't drive him nuts, leaving your stuff all over the place," Kouji added, grinning. Genrou took a lazy swing at him.

"Oi! I'm not that bad!"

"Oh, yes you are! I've seen your room at home, remember? Or, more accurately, I haven't seen it - it was covered in junk!"

Naisu laughed. "I can tell you two have been friends for a long time. You fight like an old married couple!" Both teens protested loudly, to the amusement of the three schoolmates.

Kenji stood, holding his tray. "Well, I don't know about the rest of you, but I still have work to do. Kouji, Genrou," He tilted his head at them, "If you're smart, you'll make sure you always have your homework done before the next day. The Sensei get really pissy if they call on you and you don't have an answer."

"Preferably the right answer," Min added, picking up his tray as well. "Or at least a really good guess. Come on, walk back to the dorm with us."

Both Kouji and Genrou picked up their empty trays, and the four boys headed for the exit. Naisu indicated that she wanted to stay and chat with some of the older students at the table.

The next few hours were a whirlwind of introductions, as everyone in the school, it seemed, came to meet the two newest students. Genrou, never very good at remembering names and faces, was quickly lost. Kouji laughed at the bewildered look on his face as yet another group of tough-looking teens exited the room.

"Getting a headache yet, buddy?" The blue-haired boy teased his friend.

"I hate meeting new people," Genrou muttered, batting at Kouji with the pillow. The other boy fended off the half-hearted attack easily. "Too damn many new faces and names. How the hell am I supposed to remember all of 'em?"

"Ah, don't worry about it. I'll prompt ya, as usual. Hey, have you taken a look at your class schedule yet? I hope we have some of the same classes!"

Genrou rolled over to regard the ceiling. "Naw, I ain't looked at it. And it's back in my room. Surely we gotta have some of the same stuff, though - I mean, there's only 300 people here, and we're taking all the same subjects, right? How many different classes can there be?"

Kouji shrugged. "Guess you're right." He glanced at the clock. "Ne, it's quarter after 11. You'd better get going."

Genrou raised an eyebrow. "Already? Geez. Time flies, I guess." He heaved himself up from the bed. "Well, I'll see you in the morning, I guess. Ciao, Liao."

Kouji snorted at the old joke. "Sleep tight, Gen-chan. Try not to let your roommie murder you before breakfast, okay?"

Genrou stuck his tongue out in the only dignified response such a remark warranted. Laughing, he let the door shut behind him, and made his way back to his room.

In his room, he found Houjun apparently absorbed in his laptop, typing away. As the door opened, the other boy glanced up, nodded at Genrou, then returned to his work. Genrou shrugged and moved to get ready for bed, gathering his sleeping pants, toothbrush, soap and washcloth. As he headed back out the door, Houjun looked over his shoulder at him.

"You've got less than five minutes before roll-call. Don't be late," he warned. Genrou grunted and continued on his way to the bathroom.

He was back with nearly a minute to spare, and settled into his bed. The mattress wasn't exactly comfortable, but it wasn't uncomfortable, either. The pillow was adequately fluffy, though Genrou sensed it was the kind that would squish nearly flat with repeated use. The blanket and sheet provided were fairly thin, and he hoped it didn't get much colder in the wintertime.

"They heat the place pretty well, so you won't need more blankets," Houjun commented as he shut down his laptop. Genrou shot him a look. That was at LEAST the second time the guy had answered a comment Genrou was certain he hadn't made aloud. Houjun smirked at his dumbfounded look.

"No, I'm not reading your mind," He said, then snorted as Genrou jumped. "Your thoughts are written all over your face. You'll need to learn to control that, if you want to survive here."

Genrou pulled a long face at himself. Kouji had often commented that he was easier to read than a comic book, as well. "Yeah, well, whatever," he growled, not really knowing what else to say.

Houjun's reply was cut off by a call from the hallway. "Everybody line up outside your doors!" The older boy sighed and stood, moving for the door.

"Come on, we have to line up so they can count us."

Grumbling that he had just settled in, Genrou climbed back out of bed and joined Houjun in the hallway. Looking up and down the hall, he saw that each door had one or two people standing before it, as a tall, handsome boy moved along, checking off names on a list as he called them out and the person responded.

The boy paused before their door. "Li, Houjun."

"Hai," Houjun replied, sounding bored and disinterested.

"Kou, Genrou."

"Hai," Genrou muttered, unimpressed. The other boy gave him a small smile.

"Kou-san, I'm Ueda Mamoru, your hall monitor. I hear Naisu gave you the rundown already?" Genrou nodded. "All right then, I won't bore you by going over it again. Welcome to Kaishin Gakkou." He smiled again, then moved off down the hall.

When he reached the end of the hallway, he paused before a set of switches. "Okay, people, you know the drill. You have 60 seconds to get organized before the lights go out. Oyasumi nasai."

"Oyasumi nasai," the entire hall mumbled back, and everyone turned to go into their rooms.

"Ne, Houjun?" Genrou ventured as the two boys climbed into their respective beds.

"Yeah?"

Genrou shifted, trying to find the most comfortable position. "We're not allowed out of the rooms again, right? What if we have to go to the bathroom or something?"

Houjun flashed him a wry smile. "I suggest you don't try and find out. There're motion sensors in the hallways, that set off an alarm in Mamoru's room. He's a nice guy, but he really hates being woken up in the middle of the night for something trivial."

"Well, what time are we allowed out of the rooms in the morning? I mean, classes start at 8:30, and breakfast starts at 7:00, but I need to shower and stuff." As if his words were somehow a cue, the lights flickered once in warning, then shut off. Pitch blackness reigned as his eyes attempted to adjust.

"The sensors go off at 5:30am, but nobody gets up that early," Houjun replied quietly. "Now go to sleep - they don't care if we talk after lights-out, as long as we keep it quiet, but you're gonna need your rest tomorrow. The first day is always the roughest."

Genrou snorted softly. "I can handle it."

He could almost hear the smile in Houjun's voice. "Sure you can, kid. Now go to sleep."

Houjun's breathing evened out almost immediately, but Genrou fought to stay awake and think. Somehow, with the lights out, Houjun's voice seemed even more familiar. The sound of that soft, smiling tenor in the warm darkness wrapped itself around his mind, teasing at the edges of his memory. He frowned.

:Why does he seem so damn familiar sometimes? I know I haven't met him before.: He snorted softly - his older sister would say that they must have met in a past life. :I don't believe in that shit, though. Still, there's just something about him…: His eyes now adjusted to the gentle illumination of the moon streaming through the window, he eyed his sleeping roommate.

:He looks softer, when he's sleeping. Younger, almost. Vulnerable. Why do I feel like I should be protecting him? He doesn't need my protection, he's obviously perfectly capable of taking care of himself.:

Despite his best efforts, the long day was taking its toll on the weary teenager, and Genrou found his eyes sliding shut. His last coherent thought as he fell away into the arms of sleep was, :And why do I feel like his hair should be BLUE?:
 
 

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Morning came bright and early - a little too bright and MUCH too early to the sleepy teenager huddled beneath his blankets. He cursed softly at the sunlight streaming through the unshaded window, and tugged the blankets up over his head.

Genrou was NOT a morning person.

And to add to his normal morning grouchiness, he'd slept restlessly all night, his sleep invaded by harsh cries of an unknown bird, and dreams of a weird, three foot tall person in a buddist monk's outfit, with light blue hair, gravity defying bangs, and a fox-eyed smile that just wouldn't quit. The thing had looked like a chibi from one of his manga.

"Been reading too much damn shoujo, that's what it is," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut in a futile attempt to block out the bright light.

"You'd better get up." Houjun's voice was muffled by the blanket clutched tight around Genrou's head, but it reached the sullen boy. "Breakfast ends in half an hour, and classes start after that."

Bolting upright, Genrou saw that it was indeed nearly 8:00. "Shit!" He exclaimed, hopping out of bed and snatching up toilet accessories and clothes at random. "Shit shit shit!" He bounded out of the door, making a beeline for the boy's lavatory, ignoring the laughter coming from the room behind him.

The washrooms were located at the ends of the halls, and the boy's washroom, at least, was large, roomy, and meticulously clean. There were few other students using the facilities so late in the morning, so Genrou had the shower room all to himself.

He'd half expected to see one large, open room, with shower heads at even distances along the wall. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the showers were separated by thick ceramic walls, with wooden doors leading to little, individual rooms. There were no locks on the doors, but he supposed that was only to be expected.

Though he normally liked to spend a great deal of time in the shower, luxuriating in the warm spray, he didn't want to miss breakfast or be late for class. Dumping a handful of shampoo out, he quickly lathered his hair and rinsed it, cursing the time it would take to dry. Ordinarily, he washed it at night so that it would be dry in the morning, but he hadn't had a chance the night before. "One of these days, I'm really gonna cut it off," he muttered, glaring balefully at a handful of orange.

Having finally gotten all the suds out of the long locks, he quickly shut off the water, squeezing the excess water from his hair. He rubbed briskly with one of his towels, while freeing his other hand to wrap his second towel around his waist. Stepping out of the actual shower into the little dressing room, he wrapped the first towel around his head and hastily started donning his clothes.

Dressed in his usual jeans and t-shirt, he moved out into the common area, plunking his stuff down on the counter before the huge mirror. Grabbing a brush, he started pulling it through his still-sodden hair, attempting to tame it to some semblance of neatness.

Ten minutes later, he had it back in a loose ponytail. He grimaced as he felt the dampness soaking into the back of his shirt, but shrugged. There was nothing he could do about it now. Padding on bare feet out of the washroom, he made a beeline for his door.

Only to stand outside, fuming, as he discovered he hadn't remembered to bring his keys with him. Houjun had apparently left for breakfast, as no one answered his impatient knock on the door. He stood there, shivering as the cool air of the hallway hit the wet back of his shirt, and wondered what the hell he was going to do now.

"Locked out?" a sympathetic voice asked from behind him. Looking around, he saw the boy from the night before, Ueda Mamoru.

"Yeah," He muttered, blushing at his stupidity. The older boy smiled and produced a keyring.

"I'm not supposed to open the rooms for you - you're supposed to have to go through administration, to teach you not to lose your keys. But seeing as it's your first day, I'll make an exception for you." He opened the door and held it while Genrou made his way inside.

"Thanks," the red-head muttered, and Mamoru gave him a smile and a wave as he left, letting the door swing shut behind him.

Genrou frowned - he wasn't sure he liked the idea that the other boy could get in to his room while he wasn't there. Glancing again at his shounen ai collection, he shrugged. There wasn't anything he could do about it, and if Houjun felt safe leaving his laptop out like that, then the guy probably didn't abuse the privilege. Besides, he'd seemed nice enough.

:He's here at this school, he must have done something to deserve it,: something at the back of his head whispered.

"Yeah, but if he were a thief, they probably wouldn't give him the keys to the rooms, now would they?" he replied aloud. Glancing at the clock, he cursed again - the wait in the hallway had cost him his leeway time. Now he was going to have to hurry just to make it to class, never mind breakfast.

Snatching a pair of socks from his drawer, he glanced over the timesheet in the folder he'd been given yesterday. The school was on a semester system, and it was now three weeks into semester one. He had homeroom from 8:30 to 9:00, History from 9:00 to 10:00, Literature from 10:00 to 11:00, lunch from 11:00 to 12:00, Math from 12:00 to 1:00, and Arts (whatever that was) from 1:00 to 2:00. 2:00 to 3:00 was listed as 'study hall', and since Houjun had come back to the room at about 3:00 yesterday, he figured that was the end of classes.

He started to glance over the rules and regulations, then realized that he had no idea where his homeroom was. He needed to leave now if he was going to find it and not be late.

Grabbing his backpack, which he'd stuffed with paper and pens the night before, he bolted from the room - this time, remembering to put his keys in his pocket.

The classrooms turned out to be easy to find, as they were numbered in sequence. His homeroom was in the middle of the second floor, and he skidded through the door with minutes to spare.

He spotted Min waving to him from the other side of the room, and picked his way past groups of students clustered around, talking and chatting, to plunk down in the seat next to his new friend. "Hey, shorty, what're you doin' here?"

Min stuck his tongue out at the reference to his size, then giggled. "Homeroom includes people from every grade. It's an attempt to get us to mingle."

Genrou made a face. "They're big on this 'mingling' thing, aren't they? That's the reason they wouldn't let Kouji an' me room together."

Min shrugged. "It's not so bad. It IS nice to get to meet other people. And, contrary to what they'd have you believe, most of the kids at this school aren't so bad, as long as you're careful not to antagonize them."

"And yer an expert at that, is that it?" They shared a conspiratory grin.

"STAND!" A boy by the door called as the teacher walked in. Bad habits are hard to break - Genrou almost didn't get to his feet with the others. A hard nudge from Min reminded him that he really didn't want to get in trouble on his first day.

"BOW!" He bowed with the rest of them, a little awkwardly. It had been a long time since he'd actually made an effort to bow to someone politely, and he was out of practice.

"Sit," the Sensei said, and they all obeyed. The Sensei, a tall, thin man in his late forties, began flipping through several pages. He started calling off names in alphabetical order, and was answered by a 'hai' from each student in turn.

"Kou, Genrou."

"Hai." Genrou raised his voice to be heard, and made an effort to keep any sulkiness or sullenness out of his tone. His old teachers had always complained that he sounded disrespectful.

The Sensei paused, looking up at him. Nervously, Genrou wondered what on earth he could have done wrong in the first five minutes of class.

"Kou-san, you're recorded as not having been at breakfast," the Sensei announced, squinting up at Genrou as though he were in need of glasses. "Please explain yourself."

Genrou scrunched his nose up and tried hard to sound regretful. "Uh… sumimasen, Sensei. I locked myself out of my room this morning when I went to take a shower." He blushed as giggles sounded from the rest of the class.

A harsh look from the Sensei hushed the gigglers. He tapped his chin with the fingers of one hand thoughtfully. "I understand that this is your first day, Kou-san. But, you must learn the discipline needed in this environment." He seemed to come to a decision. "Report to your hall monitor for discipline, after study hall." Satisfied, he continued to call off names from the list.

Min glanced around surreptitiously, then slid a note to Genrou. Carefully unfolding it beneath his desk, he glanced at the scrawled handwriting.

'You got off lucky - hall monitor discipline isn't bad.' Genrou tossed a careless shrug to Min.

The half hour homeroom turned out to be a time for students to ask for help with the previous day's homework questions. Having no homework from the previous day, Genrou idly doodled in his notebook, listening to the scratching of pens on paper all around him.

He was jolted from his half daze by the sound of the buzzer, and Min's hand on his shoulder.

"What are you drawing, Genrou?" the curious boy peeked over his shoulder. He blinked at the odd characters littering the page. "Isn't that the character for 'wing'? Why do you keep drawing it over and over? And what's THAT?" He pointed at the vague outline of a bird with sweeping feathers.

Shutting the book and putting it away in his bag, Genrou shrugged. "I dunno. I always draw 'wing' when I'm bored, and that same damn bird. At least it's recognizable as a bird, now. When I first started doodling it, even I wasn't sure what it was supposed to be."

Min laughed. "You're really quite strange sometimes, Genrou."

Genrou grinned proudly, displaying his fangs as he moved for the door. "You betcha! Wouldn't have it any other way. Being normal is boring!"

History turned out to be a boring class, taught by a boring woman, with a boring voice. All together, Genrou was having trouble keeping his eyes open and focused, and his lack of sleep the night before didn't help matters any. Keeping in mind Naisu's warning not to fall asleep in class, he managed to stay awake, and even to take moderately legible notes.

"I hate comin' in to a class half way through," He grumbled as he made his way to his second class. As he entered the door, he was pleasantly surprised to see Kouji near the back.

"Oi, Genrou!" His buddy called, waving to him. Genrou bounded over to sit in front of him, turning in his seat to face his friend. "You weren't at breakfast," Kouji commented, grinning. "Sleep in?"

Genrou made a face at him. "You know damn well I did. And some buddy you are - you could have at least come and woken me up!"

Kouji shrugged and spread his hands in a 'who, me?' gesture. "I didn't know you weren't awake till I got to the caf, and by then it was too late. So you missed breakfast. You never eat breakfast anyway!"

Genrou growled. "Yeah, but I got detention or something after class, now." Kouji pulled a face.

"Tough luck, buddy. Detention on the first day of class. Way to go, Genrou. You're really making a name for yourself!" Genrou punched him, then turned to face the front as the Sensei entered.

Literature wasn't as bad as History, but Genrou, as usual, found himself lost among the formal language and subtle imagery. His head was spinning with metaphors and their meanings as the class broke for lunch.

"Why can't they just teach from manga, for these damn classes?" He muttered as he and Kouji made their way to the cafeteria. "They're so much simpler to figure out! All this beatin' around the bush - why don't they just say what they MEAN, dammit?"

Kouji laughed and slung his arm over Genrou's shoulder. "'Cause, buddy. Then you might actually pass literature for a change." He ducked Genrou's swing. "Come on - I'll race you to the caf! Last one there has to do the other's homework for the day!"

Genrou's eyes widened as Kouji took off - the bastard would actually make him do the work if he lost, too! "Oh, no you don't!" Laughing, he ran after his best friend.
 
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