((Hello everyone! Welcome to my little Loveless story. It's a sickly sweet tale of teenage friendship, humour, cultural differences, and dumplings. It also involves a good chunk of my own OCs so, don't like it - don't read it folks. :D

Warnings: Light BL, bad language, occasional British slang usage, aye.

Notes: Before you get your hopes up, there is no relation to the spell battle side of Loveless in this particular world. I'm just using the characters for my own spin on a lifestyle-type story that takes place a few years on. Sorry. And my guy's name is pronounced koo-fay. Kay? :9

Cheers~))

- For Ritsuka

CHAPTER ONE

For Ritsuka Aoyagi, life was dull, again. He gazed at his reflection in the train's steamy window, wishing with a sleepy sort of passion that it didn't have to be so cold outside. There was no snow, but it sure as hell felt like there should be. He sat at the window seat as bundled up in his jumper, scarf and coat as he possibly could be.

The train emerged from a short dark tunnel and back into the harsh morning light of Tokyo. Ritsuka's placid hazy eyes dared as usual to lead him into daydreaming as much as was possible in the dead hours between waking up and going to school, which actually started in a few minutes. He was probably going to be late again. It was becoming more of a habit than was usual in previous years. Then again, his bed had seemed more cosy than usual too.

He blamed the freezing spring weather. That and the necessity to now have to travel to Kamachi junior high school where he was now enrolled, by train, something which he hadn't had to do when he was a child. It was already halfway through his second school year there and he was still finding the commute irritating to the point of wanting to take a warm taxi every day instead.

The train slowed to a stop at a chilly, bustling station, forcing the boy to get up, slip on his side-satchel bag and stagger his way out of the car. And as soon as his shoe touched the platform, he felt that heavy feeling one gets when one may have forgotten something, despite the fact that one knows very well that they have everything with them.

The electric bullet train closed its doors with a melodic beeping noise and promptly began to move again.

Oh, his gloves!

...

It wasn't fair.

Eight-thirty meant that the school bell chimed, and Ritsuka sat down at his desk sighing about the obvious.

The obvious being that it was a Wednesday, the worst day of the week, and that it was school today. It was the first day back from the week-or-so short break they'd had. That and the fact that he had left his brand new wooly gloves on the seat of the train and that they were probably going to get binned, or separated, or taken by someone who didn't even need another pair of gloves. It was too much. He stared blankly up at the ceiling tiles with remorse until a voice began to get through.

"You're getting worse," a familiar voice chimed from a nearby desk.

His sort-of-friend Yayoi sat watching him peculiarly with a raised eyebrow. He flipped his long, neat hair at him and gave him a funny look.

Ritsuka could have sworn that he were secretly gay, were it not for the fact that he pursued a certain girl so vigilantly.

"Quiet," Ritsuka responded after a short delay. "What do you care anyway?"

"I don't, that's the thing. I'm just saying. You're coming in later and later. I'm surprised you even made it before the teacher this morning."

Ritsuka huffed a noise through his nose and dropped his head sideways to gaze out the window across the room, sticking out the end of his small pink tongue at nothing in particular.

Yayoi was one to talk anyway, finding excuses for skipping Physical Education every week. Not that he really blamed him. He even tried to join him most times.

P.E. at this school was basically a death-wish for anyone weak and stringy like them. Not that the teacher cared. (The teachers never cared.)

"Alright, settle down everyone please."

The usual homeroom teacher for this newly established school was Yamaguchi, and he tried to calm everyone down as they all strolled into the classroom, shivering, though he actually had to grit his own teeth quite hard to stop them from chattering. He also had to resist putting on his own jacket because they would only complain at why they weren't allowed to wear their own coats in light of the unusually bitter temperature. He was a sensible man and very reasonable.

And so another school day began.

Ritsuka rested his small chin on the palm of his hand and lazed in the first few rays of undeveloped spring sunlight. It cut through the murk of the school classroom windows, making the room a bit brighter and a degree or two warmer. Ritsuka's hazy dark eyes drifted, his gaze along with it. School really just seemed to make life all the more boring now that things had changed. He was fifteen now and no longer did he feel like a child.

Ritsuka glanced around at the people, some he had known at his previous school, but he couldn't bother to recall anything useful about them. They were just people. They didn't matter. Not any more.

Then there were those few that he had come to know and to trust, to some extent. His eyes settled on a lively pink-haired girl that had just sat in her desk next to him on the left. Yuiko Hawatari. She was very tall and shapely, cute and kind, and she had a reputation for being something of an airhead. Junior high had already earned her some new friends, which she was very grateful to have considering how much the girls seemed to hate her in their previous school. Ritsuka recalled the drama with a sickly taste in his mouth. He couldn't stand bullies, and it was one of the ways in which they had bonded so closely.

Then there was Yayoi Shioiri who had talked to him a few moments prior. He was amusingly small, had long brown hair that was tipped with pale green, and was prone to fits of envy and ranting; mostly over how unfair it was that Ritsuka was such good friends with Yuiko, and why she would never go out with him instead. Despite that fact that there was nothing at all besides friendship between Ritsuka and Yuiko, secretly, Ritsuka went along with it at times just to wind him up.

All things considered, they were all good friends. The pair had been the only two from their previous school that had stood by him when things were rough a few years back, with that mysterious man that he had run into and the peculiar events that had transpired. It had been about three years since then and things had changed a lot.

He stared blankly at the boring world around him... same classroom, same teacher, same people. It was the same old life that he'd returned to after all of the excitement. Yeah, come to think of it, maybe things hadn't changed all that much. The world was still here, whirring round and round.

Just then, he noticed the teacher's eyes were on him and one after the other the students looked back too. What, was he saying something? He couldn't tell. Snapping his focus back into the room, he reluctantly sat up a little straighter in his seat and tried to look alive.

"Aoyagi-kun?"

Damn, he had been talking.

"Uhnn?" was all he could manage in response, his lethargy already deep-seated.

"Is something wrong?" the teacher asked with a worried expression, tipping his head kindly.

Ritsuka shook his head a bit, allowing his blank eyes trace to the floor. He suddenly realised he must have been looking worse than usual, which would only encourage his peers' nosiness. He despised being the centre of attention and could already feel the tension rising in his chest caused by all of the eyes on him. He then quickly cracked a small grin at Yamaguchi.

"I'm fine, just tired. Was a late night," he said.

Though the teacher's concern for him had been sparked yet again he reluctantly had to continue, and the attention on the boy faded. The majority of it, anyway.

"Ritsuka-kuuun, are you sure you're okay?" a familiar voice whispered from his left. Yuiko, of course. Thing was, her voice was always too loud.

"Shhh!" the teacher hissed.

Yuiko sat bolt upright again, although she continued to give Ritsuka strange worried looks, as did a few of the other girls. This made him wonder if all girls had a natural tendency to be honed in to emotions, and if they really did have those 'womanly instincts' that are so often talked about like a creepy sixth sense.

Yayoi however, was just giving him weird looks anyway, glaring. One's that spelled, 'you little attention-seeker, playing on Yuiko's emotions like that...'

Ritsuka rolled his eyes and continued to stare out of the window across the classroom. He sighed noiselessly, his pointed ears twitched, and his tail flicked lazily underneath his chair. He was bored of his ears and tail too and sometimes wondered if he ought to pierce them or something like other teenagers did. He had dull purple cat ears on his head and a thin cat tail, like all of the people in the room did, only in different colours. Beyond nationality, it was one of the things that connected them all. Indeed most of the students in the school were half cat, with ears and tails adorning them. This was the norm.

All around their world, there were different species of 'animal-people,' the most common being cat and dog types. Japan, where Ritsuka lived, was one of the world hotspots for cat-people, AKA - Neko-jin. It was by far the most common breed of human there to the point that it was alien to see another species walking about, but not unheard of. There were tourists and celebrities of course. Most of them came from America where there were a broad mix of Inu-jin (dog-people), Nezumi-jin (mouse-people) and Usagi-jin (rabbit-people), all possessing the ears and tails of said creature in tones to match their natural hair colour.

So then consequently there was racial hate. It was the big topic of the twenty-first century; on all of the news channels you could always find the latest fights or revolts headlining in big, provocative letters.

Ritsuka often tried to just ignore it all, he was never one for politics and disliked listening to the news. He was Neko-jin and that was that. All creature features were permanent from birth unless one was willing to have a risky operation to look like a human. Humans were mostly extinct nowadays, and not the trend at all. The current fad was to be Neko-jin, coincidently.

The second bell of the day chimed and Yamaguchi glanced up at the clock on the wall, called on a pupil to erase the board of the previous lesson's work, and talked to the class with sweeping, non-threatening gestures of his hands.

"Today we have a new student joining our class."

Most of the class burst into muffled conversation and hasty bets on what kind of person they were going to be landed with. Ritsuka did little more than raise an eyebrow.

"Settle down everyone, now come on, you all remember what it was like when you first got here," Yamaguchi explained, adjusting his thin glasses. "It can be pretty scary. This is especially so for a foreigner..."

"A foreigner?!" most of the class voiced in different intonations. Now this was different.

From his left, Yuiko leaned over to a thoroughly uninterested Ritsuka, two long strands of pink hair crossing her shoulders.

"Did you hear that? A foreigner! That means they might not be Neko-jin!" she told him, smiling with genuine interest and excitement. "Imagine that!"

"Relax. It's nothing special. We have foreigners here already," he replied, swapping hands to rest his chin on. "That girl in Suzuki-san's class. She's Usagi-jin."

"But.." she tried.

"And that other girl in Yoshida-san's class, the small one.. I think she is too. A Swiss variety."

Yuiko looked a little disappointed. Her small, pink cat ears dropped.

"C'mon, don't put on that act," Yayoi scoffed from the desk behind Yuiko. "Stop acting like you don't care, it annoys me! It's natural to be interested about new people. Even you ought to be at least a little curious. It's like one of those typical anime plotlines. It could be life-changing!"

Ritsuka stared over his left shoulder at him with a persistent blank face which was there to aggravate him further. Yayoi growled in response.

"But.. this time, they'll be in our class, our age! Who knows?" Yuiko chimed, her eyes suddenly sparkled. "It could even be... a guy!"

Ritsuka smirked at her enthusiasm. Their twitchy friend despaired and lay over his desk, muttering, "I sure hope not..."

The teacher didn't need to hush the class as they all fell pretty much into dead silence as soon as the classroom door clicked open. All eyes were suddenly focused on the doorframe as the person crept in. There was a simultaneous gasp from half of the students in the class as the new person approached the teacher who was smiling politely.

"It's a.." someone whispered.

"Dog… or something?" someone else said.

"Inu-jin? No way.." another person finished.

Ritsuka looked away in the direction of the window. He hated the way everyone stereotyped the new kid right off the bat, so diverted his attention, though only to try to stop himself from most likely doing the same thing.

"Now, now everyone, have some manners please," Yamaguchi scolded, then turning back to the now, very intimidated boy who seemed to be trying as hard as possible to ignore the rest of the class's intense stares. "This is Kufe Angelo. He's from England."

There was another short silence. Kufe eventually dared to glance up at the other students through his mesh of brown and blonde hair. His bright amber eyes caught a quick glimpse of Ritsuka, the only one who didn't seem to be staring back, but after that he lost his nerve and directed his eyes to his scruffy shoes. The brown dog-like ears on his head receded, and his small bushy tail clung to his leg timidly.

A couple of girls looked at each other and held in an excited shriek. A few guys grinned evilly, while a couple of others shrugged and pretended not to be impressed. One of them was already quietly making canine-related jokes, which by 'accident', the whole class of students overheard and there was a burst of sharp laughter. Ritsuka laughed into his hand.

"Everybody please, behave yourselves! You're not in elementary school anymore," Yamaguchi warned, more than slightly embarrassed. "I do apologise for my students," he then pleaded in English to Kufe who understood and nodded, his eyes still pinned to the ground.

Yamaguchi understood the poor boy's position perfectly as he himself was an unusual breed of Neko-jin with black-wisped ears and a stumpy tail, so he had had a tough time at school when was a boy. He put two fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly, making all of their cat ears flatten and stop their mouths from chattering. He tried to continue, shooting another apologetic look at his new student for making the high-pitched noise.

"Now, let's try this again. We have a new student from Britain joining our class, who beyond superficial appearance is no different from any of you. Come on, you're all better than this. Let's all try to make a good impression, kay?"

With that he gestured to the only free desk that sat near the back of the classroom, two seats behind and to the right of Ritsuka, who made sure he kept his eyes as averted as best he could. He had already decided that he didn't want anything to do with him, so as to avoid that feeling of guilt one so often gets when another person is helplessly teased or ridiculed as what this Kufe person was most likely going to undergo, in massive amounts. It was tough enough keeping everyone from hassling his two existing friends. He'd was resolute that he would keep his tail out of this one, or so he thought.

Maybe if it had been a girl, it might have been different.

Kufe felt his throat gulp dryly. He held his small rucksack tightly over one shoulder and began to make his way through the puzzle of tightly-packed desks and wide cat eyes. It felt like a bad dream.

"Alright class, let's work hard today," Yamaguchi told them in Japanese, preparing to leave for another classroom, already aware that he was going to be late.

Meanwhile Kufe walked briskly between the single desks, trying to avoid getting caught on corners or elbows, which was actually quite difficult because all the time he was trying even harder than before not to make eye contact with anyone. The girls around him made silent remarks to their friends and awed at his strange tail as he dashed past. Nearly half of the guys were leaning over to try to get a proper look and weigh up whatever sinister purpose they had in mind for later.

The frantic boy dodged one last outstretched leg and sat himself down, nearly sitting on his tail for it being so close to his leg. A girl giggled loudly at him. Then the class stood up as usual to bid Yamaguchi goodbye as he left the classroom, as was customary. Kufe was puzzled and sat still. The girl giggled incessantly again.

Yamaguchi suddenly met the next teacher in the doorway and apologised abruptly for nearly running into her. She smirked and let him pass before she did, then shut the door behind herself and smiled at the class who had remained standing to welcome her.

"Good morning everyone!"

"Good morning sensei," they chimed, then sat down ritually. Kufe who had eventually stood up also, quickly sat down.

There was another giggle.

"Now, now then.. I hope you've all done your homework," she told them, setting out various files on the desk. "Because you're getting a test."

There was a collective moan.

"I know, I know. The exams aren't for a month but you all know you need to improve. Some of you especially."

There was an angry sigh from a boy near the front.

"Alright, I'll need all of your exercise books back and-" the teacher paused as she caught a glimpse of the strange new student and put her hands to her hips. "Well then, you'll all have to thank your homeroom teacher for leaving such a helpful memo for me. Dear me, he must have been very busy this morning. You, come up here and introduce yourself if you haven't already."

The boy looked absolutely terrified. She had been speaking in Japanese the whole time and was now talking directly to him with an expectant face to boot. It became evident to his classmates that he did not understand the language. They craned around to stare at him with eagerness.

"Ermm.." he mumbled, hoping the teacher would catch on.

She blinked and waited. Maybe he was just shy.

Ritsuka gave in and lazily eyed him over his right shoulder. 'Pitiful..'

"Oh, do you not understand me?" the teacher asked slowly and pointed to her face.

"No sensei, he's a foreigner," someone from the front row said, smiling and wagging a long ginger tail.

"From where?"

"The UK!"

"Well, that shouldn't be a problem then," she smirked. "Welcome to History class, how do you do? I'm Miss Maeda. Please call me Maeda-san, or sensei. Okay?" the teacher spoke to him kindly in near-perfect English. She had studied in the south of England as a history student and holidayed there often in order to retain her language skills.

The rest of the class rolled their eyes or laughed a bit, some thinking how cute he was and others, how stupid he must be to come here and apparently not know a word of Japanese.

The new boy Kufe didn't know whether to be shocked or relieved and found himself unable to hold back a small smile and nodded to her, hoping that was enough.

"Well alright then. This just means we'll have a handy English dictionary sitting nearby," Maeda said coolly as she went back to the lesson plan at her desk. "Hm, that and I'm going to have to speak in English all the time for his benefit."

The class groaned very loudly, some staring at the new boy, hissing, cat-like under their breath to intimidate him, which actually worked.

"It won't be so bad. At least this way you all can able to practice your English too," she began to talk in English to the best of her abilities. "Maybe also the new pupil can correct me if I'm wrong."

She smiled, and Kufe tried to smile awkwardly back, though the glares of his classmates began to work on him as a cold, cold wind works on people wearing rather damp clothes.

Kufe seemed quiet; studious, perhaps, due to the way he seemed to always be working away at the task at hand. However his long and tied chestnut-coloured hair streaked with golden blonde, his clothes, black and fitting, and the numerous painful-looking piercings that lined his dog-like ears suggested a very different story indeed. His placid face (what people could see of it anyway through his dense, spiked fringe of hair) said he was calm and collected but his panicked state displayed earlier contrasted it completely. And he seemed to possess a pair of striking amber eyes... such a mystery!

Ritsuka eventually found himself staring too while contemplating these things. Usually the new kid would be black and white, easy to figure. Like someone who's parents were rich and moved there for their kids to be popular, or the lovable new class clown trying to find his place in society, or maybe even just the unbalanced misfit come to a new school to try and make friends there instead.

But him... he didn't seem like any of those. Well, not yet. And that fact irked him a little.

"Ritsuka-kuuun, why're you staring at Kufe-kuuun?" Yuiko sang, seemingly pleased.

"Why indeed," implied Yayoi with a glare.

Ritsuka grunted and looked back at Kufe. He was minding his own business, scribbling something or another in pen, which then didn't seem to want to work as he shook it, and shook it, then brought the nib to his mouth and licked it. Ritsuka saw a flash of a silver tongue stud and a shiver ran down his back. How horrid!

"Is it cold in here?" Yuiko said, seeing him.

"I could keep you warm, Yuiko-chan..." Yayoi muttered slyly.

"I think I'm alright."

"He's being awfully quiet," Ritsuka mentioned.

"You're a detective!" she chimed. "Is he mister mysterious or what?"

"A little," he replied.

Yayoi sighed.

The first lessons of the day had begun and ended the same, the new boy saying not a word. Now it was lunchtime and Yuiko figured it was about time someone approached him. Maybe he was just shy and really wanted someone to talk to. There was just one problem though.

Yuiko couldn't speak English very well at all...

"Ano.. good morn-afternoon!"

He looked up at her from his desk with a carrot stick in his mouth.

"I... good weather, yes?"

He stared back with a confused face.

"Unn.. how is Kufe-kun?!" she asked, smiling nervously.

He continued to look bewildered, then swallowing his mouthful. His eyes were blazing right back into hers, dark eyebrows arched fiercely. That stern face he held, with no smile at all. He suddenly looked so scary! And she found she lost her nerve.

"I, I, I-gomen! Ano, sorry!"

She bowed and left him quickly, just as he raised his hand ready to reply to her. Kufe blinked confusedly and watched the pink-haired girl sit back in her seat, talking in fast Japanese to her two friends, who then both glared back at him.

Eyes down.

"It's okay Yuiko.." Ritsuka comforted, one hand on her arm as she sniffled over her desk, looking truly hurt. As had been apparent even from primary school, she was very overly-sensitive to these kinds of things and couldn't stand it when people thought badly of her.

"That bastard!" Yayoi muttered, gritting his teeth. "How dare he be so mean to poor, poor sweet, lovely, beautiful, innocent Yuiko-chan! And she was only trying to help, too!"

Ritsuka would've told him to hush, but he felt the same way. They were close friends now, and that meant that anyone messing with them deserved revenge in the harshed manner. He treasured his friends very carefully, as they had loyally stayed by his side though the thick of it many years ago.

Ritsuka stood up. "Take care of her," he said, knowing Yayoi wouldn't pass up the opportunity.

The rest of the class were quite busy in their groups around the tables eating lunch or out of the classroom, mingling with their friends. However, as soon as those in the classroom had seen Yuiko approaching the new student, and now Ritsuka, attentions were drawn and voices hushed. They observed and predicted what might happen with intense cat-like fascination.

"You," Ritsuka projected strongly in English, as he stood right next to his desk, staring with blatant ferocity in his eyes.

Kufe jumped a little at his intensity and returned his gaze, listening keenly. His head swam, wondering what he'd done to deserve all this hostility. His bright, though confused, eyes made Ritsuka freeze momentarily. They were so vibrant up close, almost fire-like. But he continued firmly.

"Now listen. Yuiko is my friend. Don't make Yuiko cry again. Don't you even dare."

Kufe appeared shocked at the statement and tilted his head to see the girl, who then looked back, her eyes full of tears. His ears dropped.

"Hey. I'm serious," Ritsuka continued. "Don't talk to her again. Or you will be the person who cries."

With that he gave a sharp stare. All he got in return was a sorry expression and what sort of looked like puppy-dog eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make her cry.. I.. don't know what I did. But I'm very sorry," Kufe said sorrowfully in a faintly Northern English accent. "May I tell her I'm sorry?"

Ritsuka was stunned. He had definitely expected him to be cold and cruel in return or at least silent. Thrown off by his perfect English and remorseful words, he now replied in a less than superior tone.

"Unn.. of course you can say sorry..."

Kufe nodded, stood up and made his way carefully towards Yuiko and a confused, but still very protective Yayoi. Everyone's eyes were on him.

"Hey, I'm very sorry that I hurt your feelings," he spoke slowly and clearly, and then bowed as best he knew how. "I hope you can forgive me."

Ritsuka was struck with an emotion he couldn't say he recognised. He stood behind him frozen to the spot and wondered if he'd ever have seen this coming.

Yuiko stared at him for a moment and smiled before quickly breaking into more sniffles.

"Ahh! Yuiko-chan!" Yayoi exclaimed, almost throwing his arms around her.

"No, no," she said, wiping her face.

"Are you alright?" Ritsuka asked as he approached her side.

Kufe straightened himself and watched her face, trying to discern what she might be feeling since he couldn't understand what they were saying. Yayoi anxiously clung to her side, ready to defend her.

"I'm very happy but, erm... what was Kufe-kun saying exactly?"

It was the end of the school day and the bells chimed their tune. All of the students from all of the classes began to pour out of the main entrance way chatting and some sprinting by to catch buses or trains. There was no uniform code for this school so the crowds were always colourful, even in such cold weather. This usually meant that the most stylish were busy with how they looked, trying to model the latest trends and find new ways to dress their cat tails and ears. The others? Well, they found different ways to take advantage of the dress code.

"Oi! Natsumi! Check out my new tattoo.." a boy said, rolling up his sleeve to a group of girls.

"Ohhhh! No way! That's so cool! Look, look girls!"

"Wow, no.. way dude."

"Did it hurt?"

"Psh of course not! Haha!"

The group of school girls squealed in delight as the boy flaunted his newest mark of rebellion as they walked through the icy schoolyard and out the front gate. They went on tittering rumours to each other when Kufe passed them with his long, quick strides. They watched in awe.

"Wow, he must be hardcore."

"I've never seen that guy around here before! What a cutie."

"Are you kidding?! Look at his tail girls!"

"Eiw... what the hell is that?"

"It's like a greasy scrub brush..."

"But come on, look at his ears! Hey, Ma-kun, you ever gonna get your ears pierced?"

"Oh come on, you know how much that's supposed to hurt on animal features?!"

The girls pushed him, moaning. "What a wuss!"

Just then the usual trio; Yuiko, Ritsuka and Yayoi headed out of the school gate arguing. Something about the Olympics.

"Well of course I think she could have gone for gold if she'd swum faster."

"Easier said than done though Ritsuka-kun. Just imagine that kind of pressure, no thank you!"

"Hey, isn't that the new loser?" Yayoi scoffed, staring at Kufe who was headed down the end of the street.

"Don't be mean!" Yuiko scolded, hitting him with her bag.

"Hmn, can't really mistake his weird clothes," Ritsuka said, suddenly intrigued.

Yuiko grinned and ran in front of him, bouncing. "Wanna stalk him detective Aoyagi?"

"Heh, no I think I'll pass," he replied. "I'm sure he's had enough of us for one day."

"Aww.. poor Kufe-kun..." Yuiko whined as they continued to walk home together.

"Are you sure it's okay for you to call him that? I mean, you're not his friend or anything," Yayoi mentioned.

"Oh! You're right. So maybe.. Angelo-san?"

"That's too formal. You don't want him walking all over you, do you?"

Ritsuka glared at him but let it slide. They often took turns winding each other up.

"Hmm, Angelo-kun! Yes, I'll call him Angelo-kun," she decided.

"I doubt he'll know the difference. It's not like he understands Japanese anyway," Ritsuka said. "And anyway, in most other countries they like to be called by their first names only. Like in the movies."

"True. Although it sounds so impolite," Yayoi commented, furrowing his brow.

"So we call him just.. Kufe? Is that alright?"

Ritsuka nodded at her. "Technically, yes."

"You really know how to speak English Ritsuka-kun!"

"Too many American games," he smiled.

"It's gonna be too weird calling him just Kufe like he's a friend.. so I'll just stick to, 'hey loser' and hope he looks my way."

"Yayoi-kuuun!" She hit him with her bag again.

"I wonder if the British do any better in the Olympics.." Ritsuka begun.

"No way!" the two finished.