Disclaimer: I don't own Samurai Girl Real Bout High School or any of it's characters, I'm just borrowing them for my own amusement so none of you guys with the suits better sue me, okay?



Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a Samurai Girl Real Bout High School fic, this series has quickly become one of my favorite anime and manga. I should let you readers know before hand, this is mostly a romance and angst fic (Shizuma and Ryoko), so there probably won't be much (if any) action. Also, it takes place in the anime universe. With that said, let's begin.



Prologue



"Ryoko, it's time for school," Madoka rapped her knuckles on the bathroom door for what seemed like the millionth time that day. "Come on Ryoko, you're going to be late!"

For as long as Madoka can remember that morning, Ryoko had been vomiting since breakfast. Normally Ryoko would be pushed out of the house after breakfast, only to be pulled back in by her aunt because she forgot to bring her school bag, but today, the routine had changed. Actually, it had been like this for the entire week so far. This new routine worried Madoka, watching her niece losing the very meal she just ate in the next minute was not a pretty sight. The problem couldn't have been food poisoning; Ryoko had eaten different kinds of food for her breakfast ever since she had gotten sick. Was she sick? Madoka didn't know, her niece would run out the door or head to her room before she could interrogate her.

It must've been five minutes later when Ryoko finally left the bathroom; she looked like hell. Her stomach was still queasy, though not so much that she could throw up again. She was pretty exhausted, all that throwing up had taken a lot out of her, in more ways than one. Her chest seemed to be going numb, she hadn't told anyone about the pain because it would be pretty embarrassing to tell them that her nipples seemed to have been tingling nearly every second.

"Are you all right, Ryoko?" Madoka asked, concerned.

"I'm fine, Aunt Madoka," Ryoko threw on her usual smile, "it's nothing really."

"How can you say it's nothing? You've been like this for a week now," Madoka pointed out, "is there something you're not telling me?"

"Of course not," Ryoko answered, brushing her aunt's question away as she headed out the door.

"Ryoko, come back here!" Madoka ordered her niece before her foot could even touch the sidewalk. "You forgot your bag," Madoka pointed out, handing the leather material to her niece.

"Oh, right," Ryoko laughed nervously as the bag was handed to her.

"Have a good day," Madoka called as Ryoko made her way to school.

"Have a good day," Ryoko grumbled to herself as she continued toward Daimon High School, "I haven't had a good one ever since this whole mess started…"



Author's note: Hold on, save your reviews until the end of the next chapter all right. Well, let's just continue, shall we?