This is my first time doing a Shugo Chara fic. I was challenged to see if people would hate me for this or not, because the fic is based on the KukaixOC and a bit of AmuxTadase pairings. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara. I only own Freya, Loki and the plot.

An ebony-haired girl tapped her foot impatiently, standing outside a pair of massive doors; one of which was slight ajar. The massive courtyard was carpeted heavily with sweetly-scented cherry blossom petals that fell from the trees that were scattered around. Her navy eyes sparked with annoyance; she was not the least bit pleased at the moment to be able to appreciate the beauty of the spring season.

"Come on, Loki! Hurry up!" her eyes narrowed into a glare. If only looks could kill.

"All right! Coming!"

A series a thumping and crashing could be heard before a male counterpart of the girl came out, bag slung across his chest. The similarity between the boy and girl was astounding - they could have been mistaken for the same person if proper adjustments were made. Besides the difference in gender, the only other difference between the twins was their eye colour.

"Gosh, Freya. Why don't you ever stop nagging at me?" he groused as he closed the door, inserting a key into the keyhole and turned it.

Freya abruptly turned around, her long hair glistening under the sun's rays. She started walking towards the gate at a brisk pace, not caring whether her brother was following or not. "Because you're always late! Don't you think of the other person waiting for you? Punctuality?" her voice got fainter and fainter as the distance between the two increased.

"Hey, wait up, Freya!" he cried, as he started to run after his twin.

Freya stood by an iron-wrought arch, this time waiting patiently for Loki. A brass plaque, with the words 'Seiyo High' inscribed on it, was soldered onto the one of the concrete columns that stood on either side of the archway. Soon, her twin came, slowly running and panting with exhaustion. "O-kay," Loki said breathlessly, "I am never going to sleep in again,"

Freya lifted an eyebrow. "Oh yes, I hope so. Or even better, how about never going to sleep again?" sarcasm dripped from her words, "Now come on, let's see which classes we're in," She grabbed Loki's hand and dragged him into the sea of high-schoolers that crowded around a bulletin board.

The twins were both sixteen; they were starting their first semester of their second year out of three years in high school at a new school. The twins' parents had not voiced their reasons for transferring them out of their private academy, but they didn't mind that much. Having a business tycoon for a father in the field of technology and a mother whose creativity was worn by famous people walking down runways, enigmatic, spur-on-the-moment decisions were common in the Tsukiko household.

Freya ran her finger down the list, looking for the names 'Tsukiko Freya' and 'Tsukiko Loki'. "Here," Loki said, pointing at their names. The list read, 'Tsukiko Freya, Class 2-A' and 'Tsukiko Loki, Class 2-B'. Both twins looked at each other.

"Looks like we're in different classes, again," Loki commented in a cheerful manner, a grin stretching across his face. "I think we could mess around with some people's minds,"

"Loki, I know some people think we're the same person, but that doesn't work all the time," Freya refuted. Then she muttered, "God, why did you make me have an idiot for a twin?"

"Freya, that's so mean! I'm very intelligent, F-Y-I," Loki put on his sad face; lower lip stuck out and hands dramatically caught on his chest.

Freya snorted. "Yeah right, the grades you got last year were good all right,"

Zephyr, their older brother, had made a comment, saying that he would be able to play a sonata ranging in the D Major to F Major range by just looking at his younger brother's progress card.

"You could play Beethoven with this!"

Reminded of the mocking remark that their older brother had made, Loki grimaced. "Okay, I do admit that I sometimes am very dumb, but I got a B once!" he insisted, "I swear this year I'm gonna do loads of studying,"

"You mean loads of soccer and basketball," Freya corrected, her eyes flickering to the clock tower that stood conspicuously in the courtyard, "Anyway, bell's going to ring,"

"Yes, your highness," Loki mumbled, as he followed his younger sister towards the classroom block.

Freya looked at Loki's classroom. Then, at the floor above it. "Great, I'm a floor above you," Freya commented with a satisfied grin, "Now I'm literally a level above you!"

Loki stuck his tongue out at Freya. "Whatever," he rolled his eyes, "You go get your seat first, come down later, alright?"

Freya nodded and she skipped up the stairs, humming a happy tune.

Loki easily walked into his class, nodding his head at some of the boys. It was easy for the boy to assimilate into new surroundings; his extroverted personality always made sure of it. He spied an empty seat by the windows facing the staircase that Freya had just ascended and plopped his bag down on the floor beside his chosen table.

"Hey,"

Loki turned around and saw a sandy-haired boy, grinning at him with a football in his hands. He wore his hair spiky and both his ears were pierced.

"What's up?" Loki returned the greeting with the standard, testosterone-filled salutation that teenaged boys usually did.

The boy put the ball down on his table and offered his hand. "Souma Kukai, you?"

Loki took his hand and firmly shook it. "Tsukiko Loki," he replied. A sandy eyebrow arched itself questioningly.

"Isn't your name-?"

"Yes, it's after the Norse God, Loki. My parents are big fans of those things, y'know? Mythology and whatnot. At least they didn't name me Percy Jackson. You play football?"

Another grin spread across the boy's face as Kukai picked up the ball again. "A lot. I was team captain back in elementary and middle school,"

"Cool," Loki said, somewhat impressed. A half-smirk appeared on his face, "I play a lot of football too, though I was never ambitious enough to make team captain. I'm more of a well-rounded man of sports and video games."

Then, Kukai stood up and put an arm around Loki's shoulders. "I think, we're gonna be great friends."

Freya tentatively entered her classroom. The familiar buzz of a classroom was present, and a shock of nervousness electrocuted her as Freya sighed. She saw an empty seat that was perfect in Freya-standards: not too far away from the board so she could hear the teacher's lecture properly; not too close to the front so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable and the angle of sight was just right.

Freya's undiagnosed OCD approved very much.

The person sitting in front of Freya turned around, following the natural human instinct of inquisitiveness; the want to know changes around them. He was a blonde boy with rosy eyes, he hadn't grown out of his childish face yet. It reminded Freya of someone she knew…distinctively, but she definitely knew this person…

"Tadase!"

Tadase was pleasantly surprised to see an old friend. "Tsukiko! I haven't seen you in a long time!"

"That's true, not since kindergarten," she agreed, "Which reminds me, have you gotten over your problem of having a personality change whenever someone mentions 'that' word?"

Freya remembered Hotori Tadase with startling clarity; only because he had been such an odd character. His soft appearance made older children want to bully him, and most girls had crushes on him. It also didn't help that he had a near-perfect personality; kind, selfless and cheerful. The kind that Loki usually stayed away from, because Loki didn't like people that were like characters from fairy tales. Too creepy, he had announced. The first time Freya saw this outward appearance slip was when she had been talking about a prince.

She had been asking Tadase about his opinion on the story they had read, Cinderella. The moment she mentioned Prince Charming, the sweet little boy morphed into a tyrannic brat, stomping around and telling everyone to bow down before him; to call him a king and not a prince. Freya, being Freya, had run to tell Loki, since, naturally, the twins told each other everything. The curious Loki had experimented for many days after that, purposely letting the word 'prince' slip from his mouth in the presence of Tadase, who would then abruptly turn into an adult's worst nightmare.

Tadase shook his head, his friendly smile faltering into one of regret. "Not yet. I hope to do so, though."

"Tadase! You're in my class this year! I saw your name on the list."

Freya looked up, along with Tadase. A tall, lanky, pink-haired girl approached them; she appeared to be ebullient upon seeing the blonde boy. She was dressed in their standard school uniform for girls; a plaid purple skirt, black blazer and purple tie. The girl had taken it upon herself to add a few embellishments to tweak their uniform, personalizing it in a way that would've made a teacher send her home to change.

"Ah, Hinamori! It's good to see you again too!"

"Who's this?" the girl turned to look at Freya curiously. Her earlier enthusiasm seemed to fade away, and a shell covered up the friendliness.

"This is Tsukiko Freya, my old friend. Tsukiko, this is Hinamori Amu," Tadase stood up to introduce the two, oblivious to the fact that Amu was apathetic to Freya. She - Amu - nodded her head coolly in acknowledgement; expression nonchalant. Freya managed a small, awkward smile. Did Amu not like her?

"I thought we went over this already. You're not supposed to pretend you're cool and mysterious because you. Are. Neither."

Neither of the people present had noticed, but a petite girl with honey-hued brown hair that skirted her waist had shown up beside Amu. Her gold eyes narrowed at her friend disapprovingly. "What have you got to say, faker?"

"Rima! That's not very nice!" Amu exclaimed, her facade crumbling away as her friend saw through her act.

"It's not nice either, when you make someone feel inferior with the way you act around them," Rima berated with a stern tone. She turned to Freya, looking up at her. "Sorry 'bout that. Amu has this inferiority complex with her introverted personality. She may seem sophisticated and cool, but really, she's clumsy, awkward and moronic,"

"Rima!"

Rima tactfully ignored her friend's remonstration as she continued to say her piece. "She's been like this since I've known her - a lost cause at first, but we've begun to see a sliver of hope. I'm Rima, by the way. Mashiro Rima,"

Freya had to look back at Amu, who was now standing in an awkward stance, sheepishly scratching the back of her head. "Sorry 'bout that, Freya. I can call you that, right?"

"Sure you can," a bewildered Freya answered. So she didn't dislike her after all! Freya could identify a bit of herself in the other girl - the both of them had diffident personalities that made it hard for them to socialise without being held back by their inhibitions.

"So, is Loki here too?" Tadase spoke up, glad that his two friends had broken down the fourth wall.

At the mention of her brother, Freya remembered Loki specifically telling her to see him after she'd picked a seat. "I've got to go see him, if you'll excuse me," Freya answered Tadase's question with that, leaving the classroom.

Freya took her time as she picked her way down the steps, peering inside the classroom that came into view through the windows. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for her brother. A mesh of her brother's ebony hair entered her line of vision, and when she completely found her brother, seemingly engrossed in a conversation judging from the enthusiastic gestures of his arms, Freya saw a person next to him.

Something seemed to pass through Freya, as the person entered her life.

He had sandy hair and yellowish-green eyes; something about him made him pass off as a mischievous imp. The toothy grin on his face gave you the impression that he had done something he wasn't supposed to, with one corner pulled up higher than the other.

Her stomach twisted around painfully; heart rate increasing for no apparent reason. It was a crush at first sight, but because of her being out of practice, Freya merely passed it off as a sudden exertion taking its toll on her. She pretended to overlook the validity of the reason - not really wanting to know why she was 'suddenly exerted'.

Freya shook her head to clear it of thoughts and tapped the window next to Loki's seat. Loki looked up from the conversation he was previously having with the other boy, a grin lighting up his face when he saw his sister.

"Frey!"

Loki unlocked the window and slid it open, leaning on the window sill as he regarded his sister with his cocky grin. The sandy-haired boy pressed a hand on the side of the window, leaning towards Freya as well, his eyes alight with joviality.

"'Sup? Did you find a good seat? God knows you're horribly anal when it comes to picking out a seat," Loki rolled his eyes heavenward as he remembered a few incidents that involved his sister's preference for a seat before continuing, "This is Souma Kukai,"

"Hey Freya," his voice was pleasantly husky, and Freya felt a shiver go down her back when he said her name, "Loki's been telling me about you for the past few minutes. I must say, you don't look like the way he described you. I half-expected a monster to come down. I suppose there's more than one side to a story, eh?"

Making a mental note to torture Loki later, Freya cracked a shy smile. "A story can be interpreted in many different ways," she agreed with a nod.

"I hear you play a bit of football. Let's play together some time! I'd really like to see what a girl can do,"

This time, Freya glared at Loki, who was now looking away, whistling a random tune. "Traitor!" she hissed, "What happened to all that confidentiality rubbish, huh!"

Loki scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Well, uh… you see, both of us need someone to help us with football practice, since the club hasn't started yet…no one to help us… thought it would be a good idea… yep..." Then, he got onto his knees and clasped his hands. "Puh-lease?"

Freya glanced at Kukai, and he caught the look. Lifting an arched eyebrow, he said, "If that doesn't work, I'll get down on my knees too,"

Freya was deciding between actually letting Kukai get down onto his knees in his plea for her to play a game with him and ultimately refusing or to give in to their request. Freya didn't like doing sports - her feminine side dominated her largely and thus, the ebony-haired girl disliked any form of physical activity. She had played with her siblings when she was younger, but as she got older, she had played less and less sports and spent more time pursuing other hobbies that didn't involved a pair of trainers. Wanting to save herself from the embarrassment - and the stares that Loki was attracting already - Freya shook her head in defeat.

"Yes!" Loki effortlessly leaped onto his feet from his crouch, giving Kukai a high-five, who returned it and started talking about possible times for them to play together.

Freya marveled slightly at what had just happened. As insignificant as it was, she had just gone against her own principles for a person whom she just met. She had a feeling that Kukai was going to be around for a very long time. And she wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!

Luv,

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