I sipped my cappuccino, its sweet flavor richly melting in my mouth. Satisfied, I smiled and turned my attention to the Sing Tao newspaper that was placed in front of me. The café was really cute, with its small round tables, tall red umbrellas, and beautiful blooming roses that were handsomely planted. It was one of the reasons why it caught my attention. I knew I had to enter as I was walking pass it, having a hunch that it'll be a good place for me to have breakfast.

And I was right. The food, desserts, and the drinks, were scrumptious.

The glass door of the café pushed opened, and the people who strolled in immediately caught my eye. Four gorgeous guys had walked inside the room, and I sucked my breath in awe.

The first person, evidently the leader of the group, was well-built, and though his hairstyle was a little bit too much, his good-looking face made up for it. The second young man had a "gentleman" aura, especially with his thin gold-rimmed glasses. The third was a cheery type, I noticed, with his big grin. He was the only one with short hair in the group, and his bangs fell elegantly down to his twinkling eyes. The final one was in the back; his head facing the ground and his slightly messy layered hair added a nice facet to his thin face. Though he had fine features, his eyes were what got my attention. They were mysterious and enigmatic, yet with a hint of forlorn inside them.

They were certainly the four most attractive and striking guys I have ever met just wandering in the streets. I felt my mouth open a little bit as they turned their backs towards me, looking at the menus on the whiteboard. God, even their backs looked good.

What?

Okay, appearances aren't that important to me in a relationship, and I wouldn't like someone mainly because of how they look. But I'm a girl, so I can't help it if I'm attracted to four handsome men. And it isn't an everyday thing for me to see such hot guys in my presence.

They started to call order and sat down at one of the tables next to mine. Taking a deep breath, I tried to ignore them and focus on my newspaper and freshly brewed cappuccino.

Who am I, exactly? My name is Makino Tsukushi, a 20-year-old young woman, graduating out of college two years before most people, and currently working as a cop. Other then that, nothing special, right?

Wrong.

I suppose this would be a good time to pull an "I see dead people" thing here. But I should replace the words with, "I beat up evil things, you know, the usual ghosts, demons, vampires, werewolves, and things like that". Yes, I know. You're probably thinking that this girl is crazy and that these things don't exist in the world. They just can't.

Well, get a clue, buddy. They do, and they can. I know. I mentioned that I was a cop, right? Yeah, a "special" kind of cop. The kind that kills the dirty, evil things in the world. That's my job, and I'm currently new in the League. The League where a special group of people, the so-called "cops", get together and defeat the nasty. Want to know why it's special, besides the whole killing-supernatural-things-that-no-one-believes-in?

Magic powers.

Oh yeah. I'm pulling your rockers, aren't I? The college that I mentioned? It's a college that teaches the Yuui. Yuui are the people, who are, obviously, gifted and have magical powers. And they use that to defeat the evil. So here I am, a graduate of the college, Kijutsu University, and the newest and youngest member of the Itsumademo League.

Though our union is quite unknown to simple-minded people, the members of it are able to get a rich living out of it. That's how I'm able to feast myself on Pradas and Chanels. I'm just a regular shopaholic. But this wasn't the reason why I joined. It wasn't to get money, and let my parents have the rest of their lives to indulge in money and riches. Since my parents passed away a long time ago, I can't exactly give them money, now can I?

Yup. I'm an orphan, and have been one since the age of seven. The Yuui ones don't necessarily have to join the League, but I chose to, in order to repay the debt I owe Sensei. My parents were caught in the middle of a huge war that happened in Europe, the war clashing with demons and members of the League. No one survived in the war, and many demons were vanquished as well. My beloved Sensei was the one who took care of me when he found me parentless and alone.

Okay, so he tries to be gruff and rough, but he's really a softie inside. This I know from the many times I've given him my adorable puppy eyes, asking him to do something for me.

It always works.

As I say, he's a sweet old man. Sensei is like two parents for me, and I'm luckier then most orphans because they have to stay inside the orphanage until they become of age. From a young age, I've learned my martial arts skill from him, learned to develop my powers, and even learned about Kijutsu University and the League from him. How exactly? He's also a member, except for that the tiny fact that he's one of the top leaders who we call "Tatsujin".

I owe Sensei my life, and I will certainly risk my life for him if it ever come down to that. Without him, there wouldn't be a Makino Tsukushi on Earth. But until then, I had to think of something else to repay him, and what better way then joining the League and defeating the evil creatures that we detest? But let's stop it with the mushy stuff. I'm getting my eyes all wet.

Isn't my life just full of quirks and adventures? Being in the league isn't all that fun, considering how you can die any moment you fight. But I always tend to think that if you die, as least it's for a cause, right? And you're just one person in the world… and if you died, it wouldn't make a difference to anyone, right?

… At least that's how I tend to think it. I guess this is probably the reason why I'm still single. So I try not to get too close to anyone, but hey! That doesn't mean I can't check out guys. Especially ones that look like male models from Calvin Klein.

My cell phone rang its little "Fur Elise" song and I automatically grabbed it from my purse.

"Hello?" I answered, deeply aware that the four hunks were sitting close by me and could listen to everything I say.

"Tsukushi," a deep voice called out. "It's Sensei."

"Hey, so you finally know how to work the cell phone?" I joked around, amused. Don't get me wrong, but Sensei is quite the out-dated type, and he usually prefers to use the old fashioned mailing system, unless he has to notify someone immediately.

"Very funny, Tsukushi. Remember what your mission is."

I rolled my eyes. He also tends to nag quite a lot. "Yes, I know.." I leaned back in my chair. "Enroll in the Eitoku University because there were some signs of it being haunted." I quickly noticed how the guys sitting at the table next to me glanced my way, and looked at me weirdly.

Great. It's always been my dream to have four handsome hotties look at me and think I'm crazy.

…Not.

"Don't roll your eyes, Tsukushi," Sensei said in a stern voice. I laughed, despite the fact that I was now proclaimed crazy by the four men. It's not as though I could help it; Sensei knew me all too well.

I sighed; making sure that Sensei could hear me. "Okay, okay," I replied in an exasperated tone. "Bye."

"Tsukushi!" he snapped.

"What?" I said, alarmed.

There was a moment's pause before Sensei finally talked. "Be careful," he warned.

I smiled to myself as I heard those words. See? I told you he was a big old softie inside.

"Thanks, Sensei."

Wow.

It was the only word I could think of at that time I entered Eitoku University.

I felt my jaw drop wide open as my eyes enlarged at the sight of the grand school.

Yeah, you guessed it.

I HAD to be pretty amazed, since looking like a fish with my mouth forming the letter "o" and my eyes bulging out wasn't anything I had in mind. Okay, so I was at the university as an "undercover"…

but hey, give me a break here. Who doesn't want to make a good impression?

Especially somewhere as nice as this school. Mind you, I said the school, not the people.

Yeah, I got my first impression of the rich, snobbish people of Eitoku.

I could feel their criticizing eyes glaring upon my back, and hating the sight of me. Why exactly?

Oh, not because I was oh-so-beautiful and they were jealous of me. Nope, not at all.

It was obvious it was because of the way I dressed. Sensei informed me that he wanted me to have a low profile. You know, the whole mysterious thing, be as quiet as I can, and minding my own business. In other words, he wanted me to be like Jess in "Gilmore Girls".

Er… except the whole "bad boy" thing.

So he didn't want anyone to go checking up on me and even though we already created this fake profile for me… he still insisted.

"Better to be safe then sorry," he always says.

Oh well. At least I get to keep my name.

Here I was, dressed in these second handed ripped jeans and a plain white T-shirt that says "Bossini" on it. Oh, I don't think Bossini was bad, so don't get me wrong. But apparently, it didn't match the standards for a top notch university.

Well, at least it was comfortable and the people who can't stand the sight of me can just go to he-.

Okay, okay. I'll mind the language.

I continued to ignore the eyes and decided to start walking to the main office. If it wasn't for the "low profile" thing, I would have probably shrieked my head off at them. But I shudder to think what Sensei would say.

So… I shall keep my cool and remind myself that I earn money using my own two hands. Unlike them, who has to depend on their parents all the time, even for a cup of coffee.

Literally.

As I rounded off a corner, you'll never guess who I ran into. Nope, not in a million years.

……

Fine, you probably guessed it.

The four guys I met at the café… surprising, huh? So their backs were facing me, but it was obvious it was them. I never forget good-looking guys easily. So much for my short-term memory.

I mean, what are the chances? And what are the chances that they were talking about me. Yup. A big wowie. It WAS really obvious they were talking about me anyways. I don't think they've met any other girl at a café who called Eitoku University haunted.

I quickly hid back behind the wall, and started to listen to their conversation.

What? Wouldn't you eavesdrop too if you knew the main conversation they were talking about was you?

… Don't pretend.

"Wasn't that girl we met at the café a little weird?" The guy with the thin gold-rimmed glasses and sophisticated aura asked.

"No kidding…" says the person with the happy-go-lucky smile.

"If you ask me, she's off her bonkers," the leader of the group answered nonchalantly.

HELLO? They were talking about me as if I wasn't there!

... Oh wait.

I wasn't, according to them.

"Who would imagine, Eitoku University, one of the top ten schools in Japan, would be haunted? She's definitely crazy," the leader guy continued.

I glared to no one in particular. Hmph! Imagine me going to save them from ghosts while these people think I'm crazy. Ungrateful little jerks… Well, not so little, but you get my point.

"But I got to admit, Tsukasa," the sophisticated man started to say. "For an insane person, she's pretty cute."

Ohhhh… so that leader guy is called Tsukasa.

… hang on.

Did he just call me cute?

I felt my cheeks blush hotly and I grinned, despite the fact I was known as the mental person to them. I have to admit, I'm starting to like that guy more and more. I inched in closer to the corner of the white wall in order to hear their conversation clearer.

"Aw… Soujiro," the person with the huge grin started to tease, "Don't tell me you found your next victim already!"

I raised my eyebrows as he said those words. Apparently, Soujiro was a playboy. There was a moment's pause where he started chuckling heartily.

"Akira, just because I said she was cute doesn't mean she's my type," he said. "She seems way too innocent and naïve to my liking."

I opened my mouth in shock. No one has ever called me that before. No one has ever DARED to call me that.

NO ONE.

I clenched my hands together. "I'll show you innocent and naïve," I muttered to myself, "especially when my two fists reach the side of your handsome face, Soujiro."

"Forget it guys," a deep and new voice started to speak. "She's her-."

The voice had to be the mysterious guy's voice, since he's the only one that I haven't heard. I couldn't hear the rest of his sentence though, for a little interruption got in the way.

A girl's scornful voice broke deep into my concentration and annoyed, I turned around to see who it was.

Two girls, their faces filled with disdain and contempt was looking at me from head to toe. Their arms were crossed at their chest, and they had their chins held way up high. One of them was a girl with long black hair, glitter splashed horribly all over her face and arms, and wearing the latest Gucci. The other had short hair, her mouth big and puffy, and was terribly thin. Like her friend, she wore the top fashions of the year.

"Yuriko, who's this rag in front of us?" The girl with the short hair say exclaimed.

My eyes widen as I heard her rude voice.

Rag? She called me a rag?

"Gee, I really don't know, Yamano. Just get her out of the way." Her companion replied.

Okay, that was it. I really REALLY couldn't stand it anymore. For these two people to call me names when I'm standing right in front of them is just plain old rude.

Yeah, and that's coming from me, the sarcasm queen.

And they were talking very loud deliberately, as if they wanted the whole school to know that they were superior then me.

Taking a deep breath, I glared at the two girls. "You know, Yuriko, wasn't it?" I started to say, "Love the Gucci, but the glitter? Guess your maids didn't apply them for you." I shook my head. "Sorry, it just doesn't work."

I saw her gasp in shock, but it was quickly recovered by another huge fill of scorn. I smirked and turned towards the girl with the short hair. "For someone so painfully thin, your mouth really is your biggest feature," I stated seriously. Yamano's eyes widen, and wrinkling her nose, she gave her hair a little toss with her hand.

"Who do you think you are?" Yuriko asked me in anger. "Criticizing us when you're just a scum; a poor girl trying to enter OUR university."

I smiled falsely, and glanced at her. "At least I don't have a nose that looks like Michael Jackson's."

Her jaw drop in astonishment and fury. "How dare you? This… This is Julia Robert's nose!"

I chuckled and sadly shook my head at them. It was actually quite sad, how some people in this supposedly top grand school can be so stupid. "Then you got ripped off."

At the corner of my eye, I saw Yamano's hand rising from her side, as if she was going to slap me.

Oh joy! Now, I'll get to have an excuse for Sensei when I'm through with these two girls. Her hand started to swing at me weakly, and I started to prepare to duck. Unfortunately, she hadn't even reached me by a foot when another hand grabbed hers. .

Annoyed at missing my chance, I glanced up to see who it was.

Yeah, you can probably guess who it was, huh?

I saw the four gorgeous guys standing right next to me now, and the hand which grabbed Yamano's was the happy-go-lucky one, the one who was called Akira. He quickly released her hand, and Yamano fell back some steps, her face no longer holding the disdain against me. Instead, she looked at him in terror and, yet for some reason, awe.

"Mima - Mimasaka Akira…" she said politely as she bowed her head at him.

"What's going on here?" he said in a low voice.

"W- we were just walking along are way when this person," Yuriko pointed at me, "starts calling us names!"

My eyebrows rose as I turned back to look at her. "Calling you names?" I asked her in a disbelieving tone.

"If I see this again, I won't let you two off so easily." Akira told them. "Go."

I opened my mouth in protest. After all, it was MY fight, and I wasn't finished with it yet. Unfortunately, they hurriedly scrambled away. Taking a deep breath, I looked at him, irritated.

He grinned as he bowed fancily at me. "Mimasaka Akira, at your presence."

When I didn't reply, his smile faltered and he looked at me questioningly. "What? No thank you?"

I laughed a short laugh, and crossed my arms. "Thank you? For what?" I demanded.

"Um…" he turned to look at his fellow friends, who were as astonished as he was. "For protecting you?"

I glared at him. "For your information, Mimasaka Akira, I don't need anyone to protect me. Just in case you're thinking me as innocent and naïve." I echoed Soujiro's phrases.

He and Soujiro looked at each other at surprise, and they started chuckling. "I'm guessing you overheard." Soujiro asked.

"No kidding."

"Eh!" The leader, Tsukasa suddenly spoke out. "Do you know who we are?"

I tilted my head in mock confusion. "Should I know?"

Actually, I expected him to say something about being models, or actors from parts of the world. That would sure explain why they look drop-dead gorgeous.

"Shoul-," he paused for a few minutes. "You seriously don't know?" he asked doubtfully.

I rolled my eyes. I guess when they say that looks aren't everything, they also mean IQ too.

"Whatever," I hoisted my shoulder bag up into a more comfortable position. "I really don't care who you are. I just want to get this over with."

Turning around, I started to leave. It probably startled them a lot, since I just might be the only girl who has ever decided to leave them, and not give a phone number and a name.