Mugen

Chapter One
Encounter
Authors: Tsuki & Taiyo


“What a night mare.” The young man said as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand. As if not believing that the liquid on his hands came from him he looked upon his hand. “I’m going to the bathroom, if it’s not full that is.”
The young man stood up from his seat in the Intergalactic Cruiser and headed towards the bathroom, passing by all the rows filled with students; it had been the first time he traveled in one of these man made wonders filled with so many people.
Before entering the bathroom the young man stood in the middle of the entry that led to the passenger area from where he came. He watched in a mix of awe and anticipation the passenger area of the ship.
The passenger area was divided in to two rows; Row Alfa and Row Beta, or like the rest of the passengers would refer to them “A” or “B”. The ship was very wide for easy moving around the walkway also making the seat accommodations more comfortable since the rows weren’t too cramped up.
Each row had different small rows with five seats per line. He was sitting in line W in the Alfa row; almost in the end of that row. He also saw the other youths doing their usual business; to those who enjoyed reading, like he did, they read and to those who liked to be part of the crowd they just stood and talked with what seemed to be old friends.
Of course he knew that in a normal cruise ship he would see people sitting and flight attendants walking about, but this was no normal ship, this was the Sakura no Ten special Cruiser. This ship only took in students from far places in the galaxy and took them to the Snow Ball Nebula, far away in the Andromeda galaxy, where the Sakura no Ten Elite School resided.
“In all my life this is the first time I am really by myself.” The thought came accompanied by a sigh filled with expectation. The young man made his way towards the bathroom and lucky for him it was empty. He went inside and washed his face thinking about the horrible nightmare and yet trying with all his might to forget it since for him it had no relevance. “Maybe, since I fell asleep reading that mythology book, my mind made something up; weird.”
He looked at the mirror and fixed his pure white uniform finalizing by fixing his tie. After fixing him self up he went outside and as he walked thinking about where he had stayed in his book he bumped in to a girl dressed in a pink uniform. The girl was blond with her hair reaching her thighs that were mostly uncovered since the skirt was a little bit too short. “Well hello there.” The girl stepped back while saying these words in a quasi sensuous tone to the startled young man when out of no where two other girls appeared. The girls had different hairstyles and hair colors, which seemed to help anyone who saw them identify who was the leader. The girl to the blonde’s left had short red hair and many pins with butterflies and flowers now the girl to the right had brown medium length hair cut in a layer pattern and had a lot of make up or at least too much for school.
The young man just looked at them. “Excuse me I have to go to my seat now.” Without any hesitation the young man just walked over to his seat, grabbing his book and making him self comfortable.
On the other hand that reaction led the girls to go wild since in their world that meant he was cool and for the blonde he was a difficult catch.
The reaction on the students in the cruiser was different; the whole ship became silent as the teenager in white sat down, but since he was in his own world he didn’t notice until the brown haired girl hollered. “Oh my gawd! What a beauty!” To this the red head responded. “Yeah, like totally! Brenda, what do you think!?” Brenda walked across the walk way heading towards row W as she uttered in a sexy tone. “All I have to say girls is…” She walked in to row V and took out of the chair the student who was sitting in front of the white clad youth in a rough manner, making it possible for her to gain his full attention as he looked at her with probing eyes.
“…Am I in heaven or are Angels totally falling.” The two bimbos just started screaming her name and cheering for her as she leaned to the back of the seat that was right in front of the now annoyed white dressed boy.
On row Z, the last row of the Beta file side, there were only three students sitting there; two rebellious looking students, or at least rebel wanna-be’s dressed in normal blue colored uniform suits one with rapper accents and the other one looking more like a raver type. “Man, that guy is lucky, yo.” The rapper looking one said, while the raver looked at him with disagreement on his face. “I don’t think so, man. I mean those girls are plain annoying. The guy’s not even paying attention and they keep getting all over him, plus every time that Brenda does something “Wow” those two have to come licking her ass and they do it by screaming.” “Yeah man, I agree…”
The two students kept on talking while the third student in the file got more and more annoyed by the two screaming girls and the persistent slut on row W Alfa making all the commotion. “I can’t even listen to the music on my MP3.” The youth got up and everybody just looked at the tall man who just stood up from the last row in the beta file.
The only thing noticeable was the fact that he had a black; jet black, school uniform suit and that was enough to make the rest of the students frightened. He took his head phones off slowly since the girls weren’t paying attention to him, stood up and looked down. He put his hands in his pockets and loudly told them in a very nasty tone. “Pipe it down all ready! There are people who wanna continue doing what ever they were doing, including ME!”
The blonde looked at him. “What nerve! Do you know who I am?!” She spoke with an undignified tone. He looked out side the window, looking at the constellations and stars. “No and I don’t care! I just wanna listen to my music in peace and quiet and for every single move you make those two bimbos get more exited!” The red headed looked at him angrily and defended her self. “Who do you think you are?! What, you think because you are a black uniform we are going to be afraid of you?!” The brown headed crossed her arms in a defying way and replied to his commentaries as well. “Yeah, like, you are not scary at all, loser!”
The posses of “cool” guys and girls started inciting as soon as the brown headed called the black uniformed student a loser. He smirked and answered. “If I am a loser what those that make the two of you? Since you don’t have the guts to hit on a guy you rather fantasize by seeing your whore of a leader hit on a guy that is not even paying attention to her to begin with!” The blonde got out of the row she was in as the white clothed student looked at the student in black confront the ever so annoying threesome.
Brenda walked towards the student in black. “Do you think you are more than me to speak to me in such fashion?” She confronted the student as he looked away. “Look at me when I talk to you, you low life.” Again the students provoked them with screams and words. “Why do I have to look at a conceited little brat that has no dignity and needs to be praised to have some self esteem?” She was shocked and so was every body else.
The students who were sitting in the same row, the rapper and the raver, whispered to each other as the verbal war continued. “Those this guy even knows who Brenda is, yo?” Asked the rapper. “No, I don’t think so man, but this is cool, no body speaks to Brenda that way, man; no one.”
“You are a bastard!” She said loosing her cool as her two followers came to her aid and started blowing some air with fancy fans and cleaning her sweat. “I may be a bastard, but you are a low scum that needs to feed on two pieces of shit to feel high and mighty. You should really learn to keep your “Servants” in their place or else.”
The students stayed in silence as that attack, like the others, was deep. “You pig!” Brenda countered as her eyes were welling up in embarrassment and shame. “And you are a meager bitch; I already know your type. Now sit down and tell your lap bitches to sit down as well and shut up.” Brenda gave him a last glare before running and screaming between sobs. “The teachers will know about this!” While the other two girls just followed her and agreed with her threat.
The student in black just shrugged his shoulder and sat down resuming what he was doing and not looking any where.
Meanwhile the student in white looked at him and then sat down as the rest of the students just talked about the incident. The rapper looked at the raver. “Yo, Zen, do you think we should tell him?” Zen, the raver, looked at the rapper. “Are you crazy, Z-tone? He’s a black uniform and he doesn’t look too friendly.”
The student in white looked at him for the last time as he resumed reading his book. “Well, he is a bundle of moods.”


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In the bustling Sakura no Ten Cruiser Port the atmosphere is that of enthusiasm, for old friends meet and others are beginning their new lives far away from home. The whole place is filled with children from ages of 5 and up being the teachers and staff the only adults there.
The High School Cruiser arrives and the teenagers start coming out from their respective ships with the guidance of the staff and security who await them in the lobby. The young man in white comes out with his respective group and sees the black uniformed student putting his MP3 player in his book bag. He looks around and sees the rest being oriented as to where to go as they walk in groups of friends.
After the mass of students leave the only lone students are him and the black uniformed student. As the student in white prepared to approach the young man in black a security guard stopped him. “Excuse me, are you a new student?” The security guard asked with and amiable face. “Yes, I am.” “Well, you have to proceed to the registration gate that’s near by; just walk directly and you’ll see two guards; besides it is the only place you can go through to go in to the Sakura no Ten bus line.”
The boy smiled and bowed in gratitude and looked at the lonely black uniform student as the guard approached him in a different fashion, with less amiability and more sternness.
As he waited for a guard to show up he saw a guard approach the boy in the white uniform. He decided to wait since he didn’t want to interrupt, so he sat in a bench while the other student and the guard talked.
When the other student left he saw the guard walk towards him with a stern face, very much different to the face and attitude he had when he was speaking with the other student. “You come with me.” “What?” “You were the one who caused all that ruckus in the cruiser telling Lady Simmons and her friends all those nasty commentaries.” The youth looked at the guard and just smirked. “Oh, so she did tell the teachers, that bitch.” The guard suddenly got angry. “Do not call her names!” “What is she to you; Family; Friend; Or better yet; lover?” The guard was steaming in anger now, so he grabbed his radio and called for more security guards. “This is Tori One; this is Tori one, Requesting back up.” The young man was overwhelmed by the guard’s reaction to his commentary. “What the…? Hey I was just joking around. Let me go to the office, I want my schedule or what ever they will give me.” “You are going to the office after you come to the guard’s post.” As he looked around he saw three other guards approaching him. “Great.”
After a long walk and many registration posts, including the luggage claim and the storage permit, the student in white reached the office. “Finally, the principal’s office; I never imagine it was going to be this troublesome.” The young man entered the office and move towards the secretary’s desk. “Excuse me I’m here to see the principal; I am a new student.” The secretary smiled candidly and spoke to him in a warm tone. “Principal Yamaguchi is attending some body in the moment but he won’t take long.” The boy smiled back. “Thank You, I’ll wait for him then.” “Sure, I’ll tell the principal that you are here. What is you name?” “Mayo Nataki.” “Very well.” He took a seat as he looked at the wonderfully decorated office.
The office was decorated in a cozy fashion, adorned with many touches of browns and cream colors. The furniture was of the most sophisticated craft, being made out of the finest wood in the galaxy. The drapery was of cream color and not a speak of dust floated around the secretary’s office. The walls were covered with wood panels of the same quality of wood as from the furniture and had many pictures of the school grounds in different seasons and of students in rewarding activities. The windows of the office were huge, the glass was spotless making it possible for those inside to enjoy the reason of the school’s name; The Sakura Trees.
The Sakura trees in Sakura no Ten were unique; the Sakura’s were always in bloom and the colors were distinct from any other Sakura. The flowers were not only pink but also in hues of blue, yellow and a light, pastel orange. He had already seen this kind of beauty but it made him comfortable since it reminded him of his far away home planet. “They are beautiful, just like in Silver.”
Minutes after, the security guards came in, escorting the student in black. “Sashima-San, here’s the other new student.” The secretary was astonished to see four security guards with just one student. The young man was looking down. “What is the meaning of this Hanajima?” She asked the guard undignified at the situation. “He insulted Lady Simmons and her friends in the Cruiser on their way to the school; he even threatened her to hurt her.” The boy’s body language was filled with annoyance and contained anger mixed with weariness. “For the tenth time, I never threatened her to hit her or anything like that, she may have had me annoyed but I would never hit a woman; I have principals.” “That’s not what Lady Simmons said.” The secretary interrupted the guard. “Listen Hanajima, you know that this is not the way we do things in this academy, this is too much.” She defended the student while Nataki just looked at the adults as the youth just looked to floor and formed fists gripping hard as to contain his disgust at the treatment he was receiving on his first day.
“Alright, I’ll leave this young man to you, but give this to the principal.” He handed the secretary a transparent card with translucent strips in side. “This is a warning given directly by the Chief of Security, Fujita-san.” Sashima-san looked at Hanajima coldly. “I will, now carry on.” The guard gave her an indifferent glare and a resentful glare to the student in black.
Once the guards left the secretary calmed down; sighing her stress away. “Young man can you sit down next to that student as I send this do Yamaguchi-san?” He just nodded and walked pass by Nataki sitting in the farthest seat next to the window. The student gave Nataki and the whole room his back when he made himself more comfortable to look outside the window. “Beautiful…I’ve never seen this much beauty in all my life…” The student in black looked at the Sakura getting away from the anger he just experience, forgetting it all; escaping from his anxieties.
Nataki stood up and sat besides him and found the courage to speak to the lonely student looking outside the window. “It seems all that trouble he went through was for what happened in the cruiser, I at least should thank him.” “Excuse me; Hello.” The student in black keeps on looking outside as if no one talked to him. Nataki looks outside and see nothing but Sakura trees; he decides to try again. “Anno…Hi I was in row W, remember? I was the student those girls were picking on.” Again he doesn’t even shift to look at Nataki and that was making him loose his patience.
Since all Nataki could see was the student’s back he decided to stand up, but he still couldn’t see the student’s face. The student didn’t even move; he was unfazed by the fact that he was being talked to. “I just wanted to thank you for standing up for me against those girls.” Nataki spoke in a gentle way, not wanting to show his impatience. The student at last moved a little to make him self a little more comfortable, now, he never stopped looking outside the window.
Hanajima-san looked at them, wanting to see the out come. The black clad student speaks at last. “I didn’t do it for you. I couldn’t listen to my music, they were annoying me as you are doing right now, so just leave me alone and bug off.” The student in black never faced Nataki and to top it all off he spoke in a very rude manner, just like he spoke to the girls in the cruiser. Nataki didn’t like this treatment at all; after all he was just being nice. “Well, excuse me for being nice. Keep enjoying your view, Sakura Boy.” “What?!” He looked at the source of the voice but all he could see was his back as he walked away and sat down in his chair.
The student in black stood up as his veins popped out. “Why you little…” A sudden noise grabbed all of their attention as the intercom made it possible for them to hear the principal calling them in to his office. Hanajima-san stood up and with a smile she told them. “You may go in.”
Nataki started making his way to the office as two other students came out talking with cheerful faces. The student in black just grabbed his bag and went in angrier than what he was. The secretary just looked at them go in. “This year is going to be an interesting one.” And continued doing her shores.
Nataki stepped in to the office and saw that it was more exquisitely decorated than the cozy secretary office. The Principal’s office was huge and very spacious, filled with book shelves stuffed with all kinds of books. The corners of the office had detailed standing lamps with foliage themes, the walls were covered with sherry colored wood and on them beautiful paintings of famous educators. The floor was covered with a soft looking carpet of a deep blue color that accentuated the office with a tranquil atmosphere. Deep inside the room, the source of light, a big window that captured the most beautiful part of the forest and a lake that was hidden behind the trees, had equally colored thick curtains held open by a silver piece of elaborated rope. The desk was in a lighter shade of sherry and it was very well detailed as well. In front of the desk two simple yet finely made chairs waited to be filled.
The young man approached the chairs and sat on the one to the right. The chairs were comfortable and went in perfect harmony with the decoration of the office. Now, since he was closer to the Principal’s desk he could see that the Principal was an organized person, being his desk only occupied by a dark red, big note book, a pen holder made of the richest silver and wood, a small silver lamp, a computer and a finely made name plaque made out of silver and wood.
After observing the office, he realized he was alone. He looked around and realized that in the wall to the right there was a small door between two book shelves that had a sign that indicated that that was the archive room. But suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by the entrance door being opened. He looked to the back, waiting to see the principal, but the person he saw was the rude student from before.
The young man stuck his head in first, looking at the huge office with awe, mixed with unease. He opened the door completely and went in. Nataki, seeing who it was, just turned around and kept on looking outside the window as if nothing happened.
The rude student seeing this got a little ticked off by it. “What on earth? What did I do to this prick to be treated like this?! Well, well, we are alone. He’ll see.” His face changed from slightly irritated to a face filled with malice accompanied with a shine in his eyes that indicated the flame of revenge.
He walked and stopped right behind Nataki’s chair and as he was about to release his verbal volley of insults the principal came out of the archive room. “Good Morning…” He looked at his wrist watch with doubt and smile nervously. “…yes, it is still morning.” The principal looked like a very well mannered man; he had a perfectly ironed grey suit with a white shirt and a grey tie with darker grey lines that were formed by minuscule lines of diamond shapes. His hair was clean cut but in a very juvenile fashion. He had no jelly on to keep his light brown hair, but it was perfectly brushed. Unlike most principals he was still young maybe still in his thirties and not to mention he was a very attractive man. His eyes were hazel in color and were protected by a pair of simple but lovely glasses. The principal was about 6’0” tall and looked lean, again, unlike other principals.
He sat on his chair and looked at the student in black. “You may sit, please.” The young man looked at Nataki who was minding his own business and sat down on the other chair.
The principal looked at Nataki with an earnest smile. “Welcome Mayo Nataki, to Sakura no Ten Elite Academy. Since you are new and you were enrolled late, we still do not have your schedule but we will have them after class finish.” Nataki was a little shocked at the fact that the principal was just referring to him and only him. “Does the principal know who I am?” “No problem, Yamaguchi-san.” “As for you, Yumekamino Tsukiyo…” The principal looked at Tsukiyo in a very different way, but since the boy wasn’t even looking at him, he didn’t realize this change of mood from Yamaguchi’s side; Nataki was the only one to notice the almost frightening glare he gave Tsukiyo. “Yeah, what now?” Tsukiyo asked in a pedantic way as he faced Yamaguchi; the principal only smiled in slightly vicious manner; this really ticked Tsukiyo off. “Why are you smiling like that, Yamaguchi?” Tsukiyo asked him in a demanding tone, yet calmed. “You came to the wrong school if you want to cause problems, mister. I like things to go smoothly, that is why this school has a good reputation.” Tsukiyo looked at him in a fake surprise way. “Oh…who did you kill to become the king?” Finishing this remark with a provoking smile. The principal reacted in an awkward way; he just started sweating. “Can you please hand me your card Mayo-san?” He asked in a nervous yet kind way to Nataki. “Yours too, Yumekamino.” Now the tone towards Tsukiyo was very different once again.
He grabbed their ID cards and passed them thru a small opening on the front of the computer. On the screen Nataki’s personal stats came out. “Mayo Nataki; Height 5’8”, Age 16…wonderful grades. You were home schooled correct?” Nataki who was feeling a wee uncomfortable answered in a low voice. “Yes, I was.” The principal smiled. “You must have made your teacher really proud. I am doing this to verify that you were put in the right group. I can see you excel in magic, but you are also good in combat. Your white uniform means you are a gifted magic user and magic interpreter. So your classes will excel in advance magic courses, also doing this will make it possible for me to make your schedule sooner.” “Thank You, Yamaguchi-san.”
“Ok, Yumekamino; Height 6’3”, 16 years old….your black uniform states that you are good in the forbidden arts of magic and also that you are….in other words dangerous.” Tsukiyo looked at him with resentment. “As far as I’m concerned, the only dangerous person here in this office is….you.” The older man looked at him with a smile. “Really? Why, Yumekamino?” Tsukiyo stood up and grabbed his things. “Oh, I feel why but in your case, you know why.” He walked towards the paintings and stopped in front of the painting of an older woman. “Or maybe she knows why. Now, are we finished?” Nataki looked at the smiling student with awe. “This feeling? Is it him?”
The principal took the cards out and gave Nataki his card. He then took Tsukiyo’s card and took it to him and told him in a low tone of voice. “Stop making speculations and leave to your orientation.” He walked away as Tsukiyo smirked looking at the painting. “Mayo-san, you may leave to your orientation which is due in 30 minutes. The room is in the Tsubaki Building in room 302 in the third floor.” After hearing where he had to go, Tsukiyo left while Nataki stood up and bowed. “Well, since the problem is not with me…” “Have a nice day and welcome.” With this said the principal left towards the archive room once again.
Nataki left the office and looked around the school grounds. “What am I going to do for 30 minutes?” In the distance he saw Tsukiyo walking in to the foliage of the east side of the forest. “Where is he going?” Oh well, I’ll never know unless I follow.”
Nataki followed the young man, keeping his distance, while Tsukiyo just walked between the huge trees as if looking for something. Finally he stopped and looked at the group of enormous blue Sakura trees and under them a white marble bench with the most perfect amount of shade. “Perfect.” Tsukiyo told himself as he walked towards the new found spot. “If only Sensei and Neechan were here to behold this; I bet she would love it.” He stopped in front of the bench and put his book bag on the floor, leaning it against the bench. Nataki finally found a good spot to look at the rude man on the bench.
Nataki was behind one of the Sakura trees, close enough to hear him speak. “Shiet, that frigging Yamaguchi.” He complained as he took his black jacket and neck tie and rolled them up in a pillow like form. “It’s just like at home, everyone trying to put the blame on me.” He put it on the far right corner of the bench. “He is the guilty one.” He took his shirt out and started unbuttoning it revealing a white sleeveless, tight shirt. Nataki who wasn’t far away was seeing this and with out noticing, blushing. “Is he going to get naked?!” He thought nervously.
After he finished unbuttoning his shirt he took out a pack of cigarettes from his book bag and lay back lighting it in the process. Once on his back he made himself comfortable fixing his pony tail, leaving it dangling from the edge of the bench.
“I know something happened in that office, but of course no one believes me…only sensei and Neechan. Oh well, fuck it.” Nataki looked at a relaxed Tsukiyo as he thought and blew the smoke in his lungs away; making it seem like all his frustrations went away with it.
The boy thought to himself wondering why he followed Tsukiyo. “He ignored me. I must do something. After all he was extremely rude.” He felt the wind getting a little more wilder and saw his pony tail moving, but noticed something between his hair. “A ribbon…” He smiled mischievously and started moving towards Tsukiyo. He noticed that Tsukiyo hadn’t noticed him intruding his peace, so he kept moving forward slowly.
Finally he reached the distance he needed and so he proceeded to carry on with his plan. “Let’s see how he reacts to this.” He grabbed the red ribbon slowly and once he got it secured between his fingers he pulled back while he uttered with a playful tone. “Smoking is bad for you, you know?”
Tsukiyo opened his eyes wide. “It’s that guy!” He stood up and turned around; his hair flew as a sudden gust of wind hit them raising all the Sakura tree petals that were scattered on the floor.
As they both confronted each other time seemed to stop, for after a whole day of bumping and fighting each other, they finally saw each other face to face.
In Tsukiyo’s eyes the creature he was seeing had no comparison; beauty wasn’t enough of a word for him, he needed a word created to describe him; something bigger. He had never seen beauty such as his in his planet; not in a man and less in a woman. His skin was perfect, not a single mark or scar ruined his face and it seemed ever so soft; the dark color of his skin accentuated his beauty, making him look more exotic and unique. His features were effeminate yet you could tell he was a man; this made him look graceful and refined. His graceful features were perfect; beautiful full lips that could make any flower petal jealous not for their color but for the texture they seemed to have, making anyone curious to feel them. His emerald colored eyes shined mystically and playfully with the little light that came through the Sakura trees. His eyes were in a perfect almond shape, shielded by a pair of beautifully elaborated silver glasses that gave his eyes a more magical feel when ever he stared. His unflawed pure white hair seemed to be created by the hands of the gods; absolutely straight hair, so silky and shiny that there was no equal; nothing could be compared to it. The length of his hair was another trait that could not be left out; his knee long hair gave Nataki a more divine look being his gorgeous hair braided with just his bangs caressing his cheeks as the wind blew. He already heard that Nataki was 5’8” tall, not too tall but not too short, just the right height. As for his body, for what he could see with his suit on, was slender with beautiful soft looking hands that gave anyone the compulsion to touch them. He was entranced by his beauty; Nataki seemed to shine and make the scenery look like nothing compared to him, giving Tsukiyo a slight feeling of longing and need for him.
In Nataki’s eyes the man before him was unlike any other and in every aspect unique. Everything he knew as magical was overwhelmed by his mystical beauty. His skin was fair almost like snow. His features were manly yet with a grace that made him look flawless. His lips were full, unflawed, in a light shade of rose; not too high, but a perfect amalgam of color that fitted his fairness in the greatest harmony. His eyes, Nataki found, were his main attraction; his eyes gave a sense of mystery and mysticism, unlike anything he has seen before; they were cat like, sensuous and graceful, how ever the most entrancing attribute of his eyes was the fact that his left eye was in a deep tone of blood red and his right eye was a darker shade of purple with an electrical touch. His hair danced in the wind, seeming to have a life of its own; the blend between plum and grape were in a perfect harmony of silky waves that reached the floor. His body was, for what the tight shirt revealed, athletic and toned with strong, manly arms and flawless hands that made Nataki long for their touch. He was very tall, Nataki had already heard that he was 6’3” tall, but he hadn’t seen him standing, making him look very strong. He could not believe that this rude man had him mesmerized and entranced.
After 10 minutes, they realized that they were looking at each other, being Tsukiyo the one to break the ice. “What do you want from me now?” Tsukiyo asked in an awkward manner as he gathered his hair once more trying not to look at Nataki, hiding his blush. Nataki looked away as he played with the ribbon on his hand trying to do the same. “Thank God I’m black; he can’t see me blush that much.” “I saw you come here and well, just came to remind you that we have an orientation to attend.” Tsukiyo took another ribbon out and tied his hair; Nataki just looked at him in awe. “Thanks but no thanks.” “Well, you don’t have to be so cold; I was just giving you advice.” “Well, as I said thanks but no thanks, I appreciate your advice but I suggest you keep yourself to your own business, brat.” He looked at Nataki with a mix of nervousness and frustration. “Well, what else can I expect from you. You really are a rude and ill mannered man, Sakura Boy.” He looked at Nataki surprised. “What? You called me that stupid name again!” “Yes I did.” Nataki started walking away. “Just remember the orientation. Bye.” “Why you…you’ll see.” Tsukiyo said to him self as he saw the boy walk away.
Nataki walked away and stopped to look at him for one more time. Tsukiyo grabbed another cigarette and sat down as he gathered his jacket and tie and put them in his bag. After putting his things away he lit up his cigarette and smoked once more as he looked at the Sakura trees dance to the inaudible music of the wind. “This is wrong, this…has never happened to me before. Why do I feel this way for that no manner brute? Well, maybe he has a good side, I mean, I haven’t even given the guy a chance and anyway, I don’t even know him. But he does look sad…his eyes show it deep down inside…” Nataki looked down momentarily and then up. “I wonder what time is it.” He walked and looked at his watch. “Wow, all this time passed? Doing what? I better hurry and I hope he does too.”
As Tsukiyo smoked he thought about that encounter with Nataki. “What the hell’s wrong with me? This is new. To feel this way for that annoying guy; I mean he’s beautiful, no man, he’s beyond. Nobody’s as beautiful as he is, but…” “It’s been such a long time since I felt like that….” He said and right after that he took a long drag and blew the smoke. “Oh, gawd, I really do hope things turn out a little better in the end of the day, because this shitty beginning has to be for a good reason. It’s like sensei always says. “Every thing happens for a reason, Tsu-kun, everything.” Sensei…”
As he continued smoking his cigarette and thinking about his encounter and the bad things that happened to him on the course of the day, he drifted away in to the vastness of his memories and ended up remembering of one of his conversations with his sensei. < “I have to get out of here Hei-Sensei. I feel as if I don’t belong here…as if…as if...somebody’s calling me. A sweet and soft voice saying my name from far away…and only my heart can hear it….> But his memories were interrupted by a loud familiar voice from afar. “Hey! You are the same trouble maker that insulted Lady Brenda! What are you doing here and smoking in the school premises to top it all?!” While the guard talked he came closer to Tsukiyo; Tsukiyo on the other hand stood up slowly and took his book bag. “Holy Shiet…hey man I was going off to my orientation right now.” He said as he slowly moved to the left. “You seem to like going to the security office, huh? You’re coming with me.” Tsukiyo freaked out and told him. “Oh no, you’re not taking me there again! You’re gonna fuck up my record!” The guard got closer while grabbing his radio and starting to call for back up. “This is Tori One do you copy?” “Yes Tori one, I copy.” “I need back up in the blue Sakura Garden.”
As if carried by the wind Tsukiyo made a run for it as the guard started running after him. “Stop it right there young man!!” “You won’t catch me again, ass hole!” “How the hell? How is it that this guy found me?! What are the chances in being taken to the same fucking office by the same guy in the first 3 hours of setting foot on the fucking school grounds?! Oh, this must have been that brats doing! He was the only one who knew where I was!” “Oh I’m gonna make him pay for this, I’m definitely gonna make him pay for this…NATAKI!!!!” He screamed from the bottom of his heart as other guards joined the chase and screamed to him to stop.
As Nataki walked to the room where the orientation was to be held, he took out the ribbon and stopped to look at it. “I forgot to give it back.” He smiled dreamingly looking at the crimson ribbon in his hand. “That was rather strange….but nice…in any way you put it. But I will make him regret the day that he ignored me. I will make him apologize…Yumekamino Tsukiyo.” He thought as he smiled and placed the ribbon back in to his pocket.

End of Chapter One
Hi, this Aramoix speakin’. I can’t believe we finished the 1st chapter and the prologue! ^-*. It seemed like for ever, but yes the deed is done. Well, guys this is our first written work. We welcome reviews and constructive criticism but please no flame…Onegai? ;_;
By the way, through out the story we will put several facts and translation resources, so here goes the first one which includes the prologue as well! ^_^
1. Twin bladed staff- there’s not much to say except that it’s a long staff with a blade in each end; a very deadly wpn if it’s used correctly.
2. Sakura no Ten- Literally means Cherry Heaven or Cherry Tree Heaven, but since it sounds cheesy in English we decided to put in Japanese, beside the name goes well with the school.
3. Neechan- Literally means little sister or sister in an informal or very familiar way in Japanese.
4. Sensei- It means teacher, mentor or it can also be a title give to a doctor or any person that is higher in knowledge.

Well anyway, we will continue writing and up dating as soon as possible, I promise we won’t keep you guys waiting months for the next chapter….Ta Ta *_*