This was an idea I had a couple years back. I had started writing it and never finished it, but I think I want to give it a try. I'll try to make it different from other AU high school Kyo Kara Maoh! stories, but I can't help if there's a slight similarity.

There are pairings in this story, but I'm not quite sure yet who will be paired with whom. There will be Yuuram, but this is not a story based on just their relationship. There are also characters I've created in this story. One is Meiline (pronounced like may line). She is a major character in this story. If I finish this story, you'll learn more about her as the chapters progress.

I'm started to write too much before the actual story. Sigh. Anyway, rated T for later and I may change it to M, but don't count on it. Kyo Kara Maoh! and most (but not all) characters don't belong to me.

I rounded the corner and came face to face with my new worst nightmare, Julia Academy. A week after school let out for summer vacation, I received a letter in the mail from Julia Academy, asking me to transfer to their school. Mom ("Call me mama, Yuu-chan.") was absolutely thrilled, but I only glared at the letter with suspicion. This must be some sort of cruel joke to make fun of me.

They had just finished building the school about a year ago. It was only a ten minute walk from my house. While they were in the midst of construction, many rumors sprung up at my school, especially from the gossiping girls in my class. Apparently, it was supposed to become a very elite school that would accept kids in all grades from all over the world.

A article was placed in the newspaper the day of its official opening. The article stated the academy was named after a woman who wanted to build her own school, but she died because of illness before she could achieve this task. It further explained that her brother decided to finalize the plans she left behind. I skimmed over the rest of the article. It mentioned that the woman, Julia von Wincott, wanted to build the school here in Japan because she loved Japanese culture and she wanted to share the culture with all her students. I glanced back up at the top of the article where there was a black and white picture of a beautiful, young woman. It was a shame the picture wasn't colored.

I stared up at the academy. Even though it was the middle of summer vacation, it sure didn't look like it. Some students were roaming around the campus in shorts and tank tops, fanning themselves and others while sweat dripped off their skin. There was a huge assortment of people here. Some were little kids, running around and playing tag while others were sophisticated teenagers who gossiped under the shade of a sakura tree. Blondes, brunettes, and red heads filled the school grounds. I also saw others who had almost unrealistic hair colors. A girl that looked as if her hair was green walked past me and gave me a gentle smile. None of these people looked Japanese. I wonder if that means they weren't going home for vacation. I tore my gaze away from the school ground and looked down the street.

My childhood friend, Murata Ken, was supposed to show me around the school. My mom ("It's mama.") had arranged it while I was at baseball practice. Murata's been a student at this academy since it opened. I suspected he would be accepted. That brings me to Murata's strange behavior. When I showed him the letter, I expected some sort of joke to slip out of his mouth, but he just smiled. Ever since he entered this academy, he keeps flashing a knowing smile. He's always been like that since I first met him, but it's really noticeable now.

"Shibuya!" I heard Murata's voice call out.

I turned to see Murata racing down the street towards me with three rough-looking delinquents chasing after him. A groan escaped my lips. Murata's always getting himself in trouble with bullies. I refuse to interfere today, though. I still haven't forgotten about the trip to the bathroom a couple weeks ago. I had passed out and woke up to find a crowd of people surrounding me, including Murata. My classmates from school were still cracking toilet jokes when I happen across them. I don't know which is worse, the Harajuku Furi cliché or those stupid toilet jokes.

"Are you three trying to cause trouble?" a voice asked from somewhere.

A man was sitting on top of the brick wall in front of the academy. He had the brightest orange hair I've ever seen. He jumped down from the wall and landed in between Murata and the three delinquents. Murata waved at the man before closing the distance between us, grabbing my arm, and pulling me within the school grounds. Several faces turned in our direction and stared curiously. A couple of people waved. They must've known Murata. A beautiful blonde was walking toward us. Was it a boy or a girl?

"Hello Wolfram," Murata said cheerfully.

The blonde quickly glared at him before setting his glare upon me. He stormed passed us and left the school grounds. I glanced around to see people whispering. I shifted my gaze to Murata who shrugged his shoulders. Was it odd for the blonde to act like that?

I ignored the whispers and caught sight of a person standing in front of the academy's entrance with a worried expression plastered on their face. This person (I honestly couldn't tell if the person was a he or a she) looked almost identical to the woman from that article in the newspaper. I approached the person (Seriously! Is it a boy or girl?), but his gaze (I got close enough to see a completely flat chest.) seemed to be staring into the distance. A frown loomed on his lips.

"Um. Excuse me," I said as Murata appeared at my side.

The man's gaze snapped toward me and he gave a weak smile. "Good morning."

"Good morning, Mr. von Wincott. Is something wrong?" Murata responded.

The frown returned. "I can't find Rinji. I told him to stay close, but he seems to have run off somewhere. He knows better than to leave the grounds."

"Rinji's your son, right? Greta stayed for summer vacation. Maybe he's playing with her or he could possibly be with Anissina," Murata suggested, shivering towards the end.

"Oh! I hadn't thought of that. Thank you," Mr. von Wincott said, sighing in relief. " By the way, you shouldn't call your teachers by their first names."

"Miss von Karbelnikoff, then. Anyway, I'm here to show around Shibuya," Murata replied, gesturing towards me.

"Ah. Mr. Shibuya. Yes. The possible transfer student. Welcome. I'm the headmaster, Delchias von Wincott. If you have any questions, feel free to come to my office," he said, smiling. "And, in the future, if you happen across my son, will you send him to my office?"

I nodded as he turned back in the school. I glanced back at the students scattered across the grass to see the blonde had returned. He was glaring at me, but as soon as his eyes caught mine, he looked away. He was really beautiful. It seemed impossible that he could actually be a boy. Murata broke me out of my trance as he pushed me into the school to start my tour.

Was it bad? Was it good? Should I even bother to write some more? I want to know.

HeeHee. A mention of Wolfram, but it's not a promise they'll end up together.

I'm not entirely sure if Delchias is Julia's brother's name. It took me forever to find even a hint and I couldn't remember what episode he was in. If that's not his name, can someone please tell me? Thank you.

I will warn everyone who reads this story. I might not write the next chapter for a while. I have other paper/stories to write for college. I don't even get breaks for summer. :(