A/N: I rewrote this chapter..seven times in the span of two years. It is the hardest chapter to write BY FAR. My biggest fear is that TalJul would take over this story. Also, I had to wait for details *smile* and confirm a few guesses of mine *and I was right*. Originally, this chapter had 13,000+ words but was spliced to not blind you from the wall of text...

Chapter 12: Day 4: Angelus

"So he visits us," Spencer drawled with a whistle.

Bryan adjusted his muffler, "I woke up for this..."

Flecks of snow flitted in the air as a new stranger walked down the tarmac, closing in the gap. He shouldered a navy blue duffel bag with ease while three other men took the rest of his belongings. The icy air drained heat from his light olive skin and his silver locks blew wildly. He readjusted his long scarf to cover his nose and mouth in vain. Behind his aviators were his tired, bloodshot eyes...and felt himself sweat in the black bomber jacket swaddled over him. Regardless, he trudged ahead, determined.

Bryan and Spencer approached their commrade carefully, unaffected by the chill.

Bryan held out his hand, "Good to see you."

It was well past one o'clock in the morning when Kai's security team tore the double doors off its hinges-a half-naked Hilary fled like a headless chicken and locked herself in the bathroom while the terrified maid ran out of the suite. After Kai (unresponsive) was tackled by three of the five men, then was awkwardly prodded for any injuries, Mr. Shaydes waved his large hand to end the emergency procedures.

Wiping the slick sweat from his temples, Kai wanted a cold shower...badly. He sat on the curved steps, his palms planted onto the carpet. The three men: one short, bald and fat, the other was tall and had orange hair and lastly-

"You were endangered, Bocchan*," the Asian spoke then bowed in apology. He straightened up, "Where is the Young Mistress?" At his inquiry, the butler's red eyes glistened against his long lashes while his eyebrows rose...Kai paled...then mentally swore he was looking at the Devil himself.

"In the bathroom," Alphonse answered offhandedly, fixing the family pin screwed onto his collar and untangling its gold chain. "Shaydes, you and your men may leave. False alarm."

Shaydes nodded and signalled the men to follow suit. The raven-haired servant glanced at the slightly perturbed Kai and smiled politely before leaving. Alphonse stood still with his arms placed behind his back. Kai noticed Alphonse's short grey ponytail lying limply against his neck. Oh those Hell's Angels.

Once silence shrouded the suite, Kai placed his hands over his face and groaned irritably. Alphonse seized the opportunity: "What had upset her?"

Alphonse heard a muffled epithet from the ward and chose to ignore it. One of his grey eyebrows arched haughtily, "Master?"

"Don't ask me. No clue."

"Master."

Fatigue had worn him down; grating on his nerves. He stifled another loud yawn. "Salima found us in a compromising position." He covered his mouth to hide the smirk. "I scolded her and Salima woke Hilary up who found us in that position and screamed."

A lagging pause.

"I see," Alphonse was skeptical. "I will prepare a hot bath for the Miss, some fresh clothes and warm milk then set her to bed." Normally, the head butler would wait for Kai's approval but tonight, he left without a word. Retreating footsteps were Alphonse's sign of silent rebellion for he has grown fond of the young female.

"Alphonse." Kai called out, his head buried between his knees. They stop. "Bring her here after."

Alphonse was tempted to sigh but nodded instead. "As you wish."

"Buy some lollipops and have room service bring in more pillows." Kai continued, unmoving.

"Yes."

(Later)

Kai reasoned with himself that he needed to rid of Salima. If it hadn't been for his physician's advice and Rei's compassion, that girl wouldn't had set foot into the house. No females should be allowed (definitely should build a Frat house, then). Who were they to decide anyway? He owned the house-wait, no he does not (by law, he's not legal). He signed the cheques-wait, Alphonse does (by law again).

He stood up and settled onto the seashell shaped settee, stretching his legs in the limited space. He yawned when no one was looking or within ear shot. Suddenly he felt his pant pocket move again, irritating him. Fishing the mobile out, he pressed the receive button. "What is it?"

"Oh hello to you too, Kai." The voice remarked from the other line.

Kai hadn't bothered in checking his caller ID, since he did not generally answer his own calls. Or had his mobile. He was stunned by the science to have someone else's voice replicated. "You should learn how time zones work so you'd catch me on a better mood."

"I didn't think a better mood existed," Kai felt like the boy was mocking him.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to let you know-"

"Get to it," Kai urged. "It's a long distance call."

"No, it isn't."

-Click.

Kai blinked several times before checking his mobile. Disconnected. Shit.

He scrolled on the trackpad to open up his call list.

PRIVATE

+1-7...78...

International code: +1...

She rubbed the towel hard against her chest until she noticed the red marks. She reached for one of the mirrors and smudged the fog away. After discarding some hair pins, she had seen the wig Kai had previously worn: charred black in the stainless bin.

The giant white tub with complimentary rose petals scattered on the hot water had been soothing for Hilary. The bath was different from her Japanese home and she had not lived in the villa to try the Jetta tub. Romero's bath had a shower room with glass doors since the bath tub screamed involuntary manslaughter, considering in Hilary's prone to accident. She briefly wiped a hand towel at the corners of her eyes to remove the remaining makeup. Alphonse had been kind to offer a masseuse, at which she politely refused; nothing erased the fact that Kai had touched her bare skin and she couldn't resist pummeling the next person who would. Instead, Alphonse brought in a skin care kit of tea tree oil extracts and a seaweed cleansing milk in a green travel case. He claimed to have been a dermatologist before serving Kai.

She guessed all butlers of the Hiwatari household had an impressive career before slavery.

She unzipped the pouch and pulled out a white, translucent jar with a white lid.

She couldn't help but giggle. It wasn't a surprise that Kai Hiwatari had nice skin. He modeled for the skincare lines that most of the Academy girls used: Labcconte lotions from Chile were one of them. Hilary recalled odd Kai's advertisement poster-mug shot: silver hair and extensions, olive skin and golden irises. She was almost reeled into the overwhelming hype of buying it because of the product testimonials and the fierce mugshot. He had been in South Asia for a year, dyed and grew his hair and experimented with circle lenses. Julia recounted how he attended a month of school looking like the poster-boy of Labcconte and refused to speak.

Probably too embarrassed to comment on his endorsements. Hilary snickered.

It was around the time that Kai uttered his first conversation with Julia.

Why did it hurt Hilary, she didn't know... She took some of the cream into her hands and smeared it onto her cheeks.

"Miss Hilary?"

The brunette flinched, tightening the towel around her. In a timid voice, she called: "Come in!"

The door slowly opened and the butler poked his head through the opening before entering, "Oh, you are trying the snail cream? Delightful. I have brought you new clothes courtesy of the boutique across the street. One of the butlers had them delivered." He placed a black shopping bag at her foot and bowed farewell then made his way.

"W-wait."

Alphonse turned around, smiling politely.

"Am I going home?" Don't blush, Hilary.

The old butler's face lit up and almost remarked in a sneaky, teasing tone, "You don't want to I assume, Miss Hilary."

"No!" she quickly supplied, twirling her fingers together. "It's just...it's way too late and my Uncle and Aunt are asleep. I don't...have my house keys and-and I don't want to bother the driver."

Compliant, he nodded. "As you wish, Miss Hilary. I shall have your bed arranged." He closed the door behind him.

Hilary bowed. "Thank you."

(Later.)

The brunette slinked out of the door quietly and tiptoed down the carpeted hall. She felt comfortable in her purple cashmere pullover, black cotton leggings printed with pink roses and black wool socks. She had to go into the boutique and pay for them in the morning. As she approached the overlooking living room, she hid behind one of the columns. The TV was the only source of light in the room, flashing advertisements, a few pillows were strewn on the floor, a bowl of lollipops on a glass table next to the couch caught her eye, and Hilary could see the back of his head, unmoving.

Cautious, she descended the steps and crept up to the couch. She held her straight hair back to examine him closer.

Asleep.

Half naked, only faded jeans...Kai breathed quietly in slow rhythms with one hand on the remote and the other on his lap, the black dress entangled in his fingers. The brunette glanced longingly at the bedroom where she would sleep then back at Kai. I just showered. I came to say goodnight. Sighing, she walked around and climbed onto the seat, next to him.

Suddenly, he shifted, "M-mom..." he muttered. Hiromi glanced at his profile, cold sweat drenching his skin and his eyebrows drawn together, as he tilted his head towards her. "...Father left Mom...n-not coming back..." She should had been fearful and walked away. She should had kept her grudge about the dress and their dancing. Instead maternal instinct, she guessed, made her reach out to grab his neck and have his head lie on her lap. His body seemed to have trusted her grip, his hand released the TV remote and it fell on the ground with a thump while his neck readjusted to the curve of her thigh.

The brunette sat in silence, her cheeks beet red and her breathing heavy. Her eyes darted left and right, quietly praying he wouldn't wake up. She couldn't find an explanation just yet for her actions and he could slap this as blackmail material or grounds for molestation.

She could hear the TV playing "Working on a Dream" while the screen had turned blue, posting CLOSED CAPTIONING in white font.

It took awhile before Hilary found the courage to breathe properly and glanced down. There, the boy had been asleep with his hair all about and his effeminate eyelashes fluttering slowly. Who knew Kai could find peace. Hunching over, she stroke his hair a little, ruffling it a bit more and noted how the color silver did not fit his pale complexion. Surprised, she noted the welts on his sides, burning yellow with a whisper of purple. Counted the lesions marring his lower abdomen...

What a lovely, V-shape...Oh my god!

Hilary blushed and looked over shoulder to recollect herself; glaring at the wall then saw the time. She shut her eyes when she had no other place to look. She should focus more on sleeping and less on marveling how she's Kai Hiwatari's lap pillow after last night's events. Those bruises on that body-

"Julia likes you more than I do," she reminded herself to sleep repeatedly.

Thank god she showered.

"Old man, wake up!" Daichi screeched.

Kai ran a tense hand through the slate strands of hair. "Fuck off."

"Good morning to you too, Sour Patch." Tyson mocked as Kai forced his eyes to open against the winter sunlight and sat up, not remembering how his sleeping position came to be like that. Tyson popped another scone from Kai's breakfast tray into his mouth. Ray sat on another seat, sipping his tea while Max stood, leaning on the window sill.

Kai sprang upright from the couch and felt the knot in his stomach materialize again. Muted ticking, crimson eyes caught the Grandfather clock, and saw the time. Downcast then, his eyes searched the area for her belongings: gone. Slightly panicked, he ran and checked every room: empty.

"Master Kai."

The black dress was draped around Kai's neck like a towel when he woke with a start. He saw the lace material out of the corner of his eye and there it occurred to him that this had touched her bare skin, and why that bothered him, he did not really know.

Either way, he cleared his throat and mentally scolded himself for even remembering she wore that dress, which taunted him from his peripheral vision. Gingerly he picked it off like it stung his skin and slung it on the armchair then glanced at Alphonse, "Where is she?"

Alphonse held up a school uniform ensemble wrapped in plastic. "She left early this morning."

Probably with Tala then.

"BWAHAHAHA! SHE DITCHED YOU!" Daichi broke the silence, slapping his lap. Kai's eyes sluggishly slid towards the small boy's direction as the events from last night flooded back in full force.

"Why are you laughing?" anger pierced every syllable that left his lips; Kai's eyebrows twitched.

"You slept with her!"

Ray looked away in respect as Kai grabbed Daichi's collar and dragged him closer, forcing him to stare in his carmine eyes.

"I'd keep my trap shut," Kai hissed, and Rei nodded in agreement behind Kai's back. Kai threw him back onto the couch and Daichi sat up, struggling not to collapse into hysterics.

"You wouldn't be so angry if it weren't true," the tiny preteen accused, sitting cross-legged and assuming a superior air that did not intimidate the phoenix wielder in the slightest. The atmosphere crackled dangerously as the hair on the back of Kai's neck shot up straight, a muscle in his lip twitching. But, the thought of her running her gentle fingers down his bare chest…

"I…she…I didn't—" Kai managed slowly, almost an invisible brush of pink high in his cheeks.

"Would you sleep with her?" Ray asked. Turning sharply, Kai stared at him as though he'd grown an extra head; the cat-boy shrugged innocently.

Maybe. "No. Of course not."

"Liar," Daichi jibed, nudging his friend in the ribs. He muttered something indistinct (along the lines of, "Shagged the living daylights out of her that the whole hotel heard her scream"), and Ray winced as Kai whirled around.

A worried look flitted over Max's face that left him slightly responsible, "Oh man…"

Daichi gasped as a powerful arm cut off his air supply as it tightened around his neck and his feet were lifted from the ground.

"Hey Daichi, is there something in your eye?" Kai hissed, raising a fist in front of his face.

"Uh…no…"

"Really? It looks a bit purple."

"Purple? I don't think my eye is–"

..

..

..

SLAM.

Hilary scuffled her combat boots against the snow, scraping bits of ice and bulldozing slush on the concrete. She held her binders tighter against her chest and hunched her shoulder closer to her neck to keep the bag's strap from slipping; she couldn't get her mind off him all morning. A vehicle passed by, splashing her skirt and her legs with dirty slush. She couldn't find it in herself to scream at the Lincoln town car retreating into the horizon...Another spoiled brat on their way to school. Taking out a small handkerchief she patted her wool-clad legs dry and wrung her skirt in vain.

Another car approached and Hilary could feel another dirty slush onslaught when a light blue umbrella popped open and shielded her.

She glanced to meet her savior, half-expecting Kai to be the gentleman.

Red eyes bore through her soul instead and a polite smile had her smitten. He wore a black trench coat with his red scarf knotted around his neck. He closed the umbrella. "You should be more careful," his arched eyebrows lifted slowly. "Miss Tatibana."

His hair had become disheveled; he had even parted some of it to the side, leaving few fringes on his nose and cheek. Not as crazy as the other hairstyles she had seen. Without her stilettos, he towered considerably over her. Mentally, she cursed her cursed genes.

"Shin," she acknowledged with a smile.

He chuckled in delight. "You remembered." He held out an arm, "Please, let me carry those. You're heading for school, the one over there?" He cocked his chin to the direction.

"No thank you." Hilary fidgeted, her eyes momentarily drifted to the ground. "I don't want to derail you from your errands." Way to think on your feet, Hilary. What's with the formalities! God, he's so gorgeous it's a sin. Dammit Hilary, just say yes. He isn't asking you out for a date!

"I'm out for a walk. No one needs me." Shin insisted. He grabbed the binders off her grip and waited for her.

"No, I'm okay," Hilary laughed nervously. Something is seriously wrong with me!

Quick reflexes and the towering height had allowed him to take her bag as well. Hilary blinked several times, her gaze trailing up and down the man with horror written on her face. The soft smile on Shin's own widened. "I really do insist, my lady."

She caved. "You're a true gentleman," she smiled, hoping he would get her pun about his name. Lame. Just shoot me. She began to walk while he mimicked her pace on her left.

The male nodded at her direction. "I do what is necessary. I take it you are familiar with the Japanese language."

Hilary beamed. "Of course!"

A chuckle, his eyes showed indulgence. "Could have fooled me. I couldn't find a trace of an accent in your speech."

"Thank you," she blushed as her hands were empty. She itched to do something. Don't fidget! "You too!"

"Living in England for a while had helped."

Mathilda bit on her nail as Julia's chauffeur pulled up at the entrance. The man sitting on the front slinked out, opened the door behind him and helped Julia exit. The angry brunette slowly moved her bare legs to push herself out of the vehicle while her right arm enveloped the man's shoulders for support. The shy girl flinched at the sight of Julia's ankle brace on her bandaged calf and heard a few students gasp. The driver had also gotten out of the car and held a pair of tan Uggs.

"God, it's so fucking cold!" she snapped, curling her toes.

The driver slipped the shoes carefully over her feet and cleared a path for her. Mathilda half-expected to see crutches but Julia instead slung her arm around the girl's neck - just as Mathilda enveloped her arm around Julia's back - and pulled herself up.

Once she took her first step, Mathilda registered her pain from her breathing and her face had eased on aggressive expression. "Thank you," Mathilda called out to the men in lieu of Julia's gratitude. They nodded and returned inside the vehicle.

She sighed in worry when Julia had a misstep, almost nosediving into a snowman, "Why didn't you get crutches, Jules?"

"Feh. Who needs them?" Julia snorted, brushing past Mathilda while the shy girl's heart sank in disappointment. "I don't. I'm not a weakling like Raul. I'm used to these types of injuries. I've had worse. Saw how those men let me go so easily? I'll show these bitches." She shot a glare at her audience and limped up the steps.

At another twist and losing her boot, an arm grabbed her from behind.

"Mierda! Mathilda let go! I don't need anyone's help!" She barked, but instead found herself utterly...

(Meanwhile...)

Shin's expression was unreadable. "Why are we heading this way?" He sidestepped between two parked cars while Hilary ran up the concrete steps to get under the green awning. She tugged at the glass door lightly and found it unlocked.

She cheered to herself with a brief dance, forgetting her companion.

He cleared his throat, stifling his laughter and at which she furiously flushed. "You didn't see that!"

"Of course," he chuckled, opening the glass door, and beckoned her to enter. The curtains dividing the cafeteria in two were closed as loud salsa music blasted in the entire chamber.

A female began to belt out her first lines in Japanese:

"The tears flow for someone,

Like a prayer rolling down my cheeks-"

"That's odd."

"Impressive. They're dedicated to international fine arts and entertainment as well." Shin mused, placing her items on a table with care. He scoffed and muttered, "I know that voice."

"I wonder what it's for," Hilary agreed quietly; recollecting any meetings involving routine concerts for Ming Ming for the month. There were none.

"-That day I stared in the mirror and

(kagami wo mitsume chikatta ano hi)

I was definitely seeing in you

(anata ni ha kitto mieteta)

There were even wings on my back-"

(jibun no senaka ni mo...tsubasa ga aru to)

"It's a cover," Shin supplied. He stared at the curtains with detached interest and his body did not tangle with the beat unlike Hilary's that swayed like a roly poly before an unamused, angry child.

There was certain nervousness that she felt for him although she should had been overjoyed to have an anti fan on her side. "Ah! Hitomi Shimatani sang this! What was it..." she scratched her cheek in thought. "Shin, do you believe in heaven?"

ICEBREAKER, YES?

His expression went dark. "Heaven? I don't have an affinity with that place."

Odd answer, Hilary noted, but it's just as Kai would put it.

Damn it Kai! I THOUGHT I had flushed him out of my MIND!

"You are as lovely as an angel, Mademoiselle." Shin did the job as Hilary's face matched his scarf and her mind flashed bright white. Perhaps the seizure effect from the photo bulbs and the flashing telly from last night had konked her eyes out.

His gloved hand gripped onto her shoulder, a gentle smile teasing her. "Do you mind if we do this everyday?"

Her jaw could have hit the floor.

WHAT. I DON'T EVEN...

-HYPERVENTILATE-

HILARY, YOU PERVERT.

DEFINITELY RUBBING OFF SOMEONE WHO SHAN'T BE NAMED IN MY THOUGHTS FOR THE NEXT 30 MINUTES.

"I am free during these hours. I could use a friend."

Cue sound effect of a heart shattering into abysmal, microscopic dust.

His eerie red eyes narrowed, as if rejection pained his pride, "If you decline, I will understand."

But you rejected me! Hilary stuttered, "I-it's n-not that...AT ALL...Only sometimes, I...don't wake up or the sidewalks are troublesome because of the snow so I have to reroute..."

"I will wait for my lady for as long as it will take," he grinned. A wink as he placed a finger against his lips. "I won't tell Hiwatari a word."

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THIS TIME?

With Hilary stunned into silence, Shin took it as her acquiescence.

"Good day, Hilary." He turned and left quietly as he entered the building.

IT ISN'T TECHNICALLY DATING. YES. HE NEEDS A FRIEND.

...oh cruel fate!

"-Ohh..."

Shocked. She could have pissed her pants but couldn't because that would be more humiliating. How much more though she wagered.

As Julia steadied herself on the step, he drew his hand away calmly and rolled his eyes, "Please refrain from falling backwards on other people."

"I'm s-sorry, Kai!" Mathilda called out in vain. His crimson irises flashed at her direction. Immediately, she was taken aback.

"You shouldn't apologize for someone who is unapologetic to everyone, even to herself." Kai rebuffed in a detached tone, his gaze focused on her ankle and the visible bandages. He intended to speak evenly but since people had significantly quietened down, it seemed like he was berating her. Kai couldn't care less, he only acted out of instinct to help; nothing more, nothing less. To have the fragile victim balk at his principle to help, publicly no less...angered him. He felt guilty of treating Hilary the same.

"I didn't make it on time," Mathilda pushed, her lavender irises showed guilt. She would love for her friend to have a slice of humble pie but not like this!

"I don't see why you should." Kai remarked.

Two servings in one sitting, Jules?

Clutching onto his leather satchel, the boy made a beeline around her; his slate hair wafting furiously against the wind as he disappeared into the building. Perhaps, you'll like me a lot less.

In the cold air, the brunette found herself shivering. She may had as well shitted herself.

The quiet crowd slowly followed suit into the building, whispering furiously under their breaths.

Tears stung her eyes and felt her legs slip down to a messy heap once the crowd had cleared. She ignored the sharp pain on her ankle and furiously clamped her palms against her eyes, her knees propped up and her headleaned against them. God, she can't cry now. Not on school grounds. Nowhere near him.

Where was Raul?

Mathilda slowly approached the tsundere, feeling heartbroken for her.

Julia imagined Kai to ask her if she was okay, then sweep her frail form into his arms and bring her into the school with everyone witnessing it. Especially Hilary. They would take pictures and have them re-blogged on the internet countless times and liked by thousands for they were the dynamic couple. At the very least, Julia expected him to take her boot and kiss her injured ankle to feel better.

As if on cue, she heard a student descend the steps and lightly nudged her shoulder.

Perhaps he returned to fulfill her fantasies after all!

She lifted her head from her knees and glanced at a pair of crutches, which were prodding her. Then saw black. Julia turned her chin to the side in distaste. "Go away, Idiotala."

A chuckle emitted from the "stranger" who was thoroughly impressed.

Placing the crutches on Julia's empty side, the redhead crouched down to sit next to her, making a point of grabbing her abandoned boot. "Sorry about earlier. Kai's being generous with his douche-baggery today. Things you do for the people you care for shouldn't be judged on necessity or reciprocation."

This came from a Cyborg, huh.

"Where'd you learn that?" Julia couldn't look at Tala and stared at the ground beneath them.

His dark eyes rose heavenward in thought, "Remembered it from Philosophy 120...or was it Psychology 100 last summer and fifteen years with the moron." He found himself distracted and couldn't stop rambling. "Anyway, we have detention today so you could apologize then."

Perhaps a fan appreciation for him? Julia considered.

He descended two more steps and held her heel into his palm. She felt electricity crawl up and down her spine and inwardly flinched as Tala slipped her boot back on.

Mathilda regarded the pair, trying not to smile.

"Perfect." Tala commented, easing on the facade of indifference for Julia to see. "Use the crutches."

He watched her hesitate.

Biting his lip, he swallowed. "Kai had me bring them." Then turned to leave without expecting Julia's thanks.

Mattie noted the small limp in his step.

His chest constricted as heat engulfed his body, rushing for class. Reason, he asserted, he had drank too many Red Bull cans; four were hardly enough. After crushing the seventh can between his fingers, adrenaline surged through his body; enough to grab the crutches assigned to him and face Julia as if yesterday hadn't occurred. Heartbeats throbbed and echoed like water lodged in his ears as Raul jogged past him - exchanging looks: Raul's surly while Tala's remained apathetic. Briefly, Tala traced a hand over his tie, appearing to fix it if onlookers happened to glance. They always did.

There is nothing in here.

Nothing.

THUMP.

Ming Ming perused a 24 free newsprint, tucked neatly into her biology textbook. Seething from the headlines about the couple's recent PDA in a society event and a rumor that the hotel admonished the couple for "disturbing the peace" (possibly from sex) of other clients, helped by Hilary's early check-out of the suite this morning in a hurry (to get a Plan B pill)...Ming Ming wanted to wring that girl's neck.

She gripped the thermal cup filled with ginger tea as a practice dummy, which she had been smacking around they arrived for class. Brooklyn flinched from his memory of her, belting out songs of lovesickness, and angels with their impeccable charm and innocence. Brooklyn briefly thought of the black wings from Zeus...

Mrs. Tate fiddled with the overhead projector as the intended slide blurred and shrunk before their eyes.

Brooklyn chuckled, "If you could just see your face from this angle. Your five o'clock shadow..."

"The nerve of that girl," she sighed. Not caring about Brooklyn's commentary of her own looks.

The carrot head held up a pink leaflet and waved it, "Focus."

The cyan-haired girl chewed on her bottom lip, a terrible habit of hers, "I can't help it" and snatched the paper away from him. She straightened out the wrinkled edges.

The announcement bells chimed, quietening the classes:

"Good morning, students. Here are your morning announcements. Detention period has been moved to Reading Break and the whole C-Block time slot. Attendance is mandatory. The student council has called for a meeting in the 4th floor Drawing Room during C-Block. All members please pick up your slips and hand it to your C-Block Professor..."

The self-proclaimed jet setter wove his hand carefully through strawberry blond hair, musing to himself, "Oh look, our plan."

In a spot not too far away, Kai made a small frown at the biology page without reading it.

So Miss President will be at two places at once?

From a familiar math class, the brunette tugged at the ends of her hair as she couldn't afford to smash another graphing calculator - her hands itched to break something, anything. "Who called this meeting! Who's the idiot that clashed it with my detention period?" She could feel her government powers slipping from her grasp and that was all she had left in this school!

She shot a glare at the entire classroom, causing everyone to quiver in fear.

In Canadian History, Tala wrote nonsensical scribbles onto his notebook with his fountain pen. His mobile was next to his free hand as a blank text message glowed white on the screen.

To be continued.

A/N: Labcconte is not mine. It was released in Apr 2009. I am assuming Chile was first to release the product for my story's benefit. Guess who Shin is based off of? Thank you for the ongoing support through reviews and occasional PM's. This fic and as well as the others are the remaining pieces of my teenage years. :') Please review or rant, I do read them.

See you later!

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