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Warning: This fanfic contains yaoi (boyXboy) and yuri (girlXgirl) if you do not like this, then don't fucking read it. Seriously. The actual mature yuri and yaoi are much later, but dreams and thoughts are free game until then!

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The high-school girl skipped as she let the school's campus. High school wasn't nearly as fun when her precious mutant wasn't there. The high-schooler glanced back at the school and grinned. Her long black hair stood out against her fair skin, but she didn't notice as she turned back and danced away. She was going to find her precious mutant for some fun.

The high-schooler's name was Kanra. Her father had never given her a last name, but she's didn't need one. The mutant's name was Shizuka, and similarly she did not possess a surname. They had been raised almost as sisters, but they could never get along very well. Even when they were kids, Shizuka was always chasing Kanra around with something like chairs or tables, gradually increasing the weight of her projectiles throughout the years. Kanra had developed a proficiency in parkour, and always carried a small blade with her to defend herself against the bigger girl.

Kanra wasn't scared of the mutant, though. No, she could never be scared of her beautiful rival. Shizuka was just someone who was there to fight, tease, and flirt with. She was sure that the mutant felt the same way about her.

Kanra glanced around with a smirk. She had always been monitored until now, and had never been allowed to go out much, except for occasionally sneaking out to see the outside world. She was homeschooled until the end of middle-school, and shoved into a private high-school of her father's choice. Shizuka was the same way, of course. Their father didn't have a favorite, but they both secretly believed that he favored the other.

Shizuka was gone because of what had happened a few days previously. Shizuka had dyed her hair blonde while skipping class, most likely to rebel against their controlling father, and Kanra had noticed shortly after. Kanra had gently teased her, saying it made her like a golden poison-dart frog. Shizuka got angry and they terrorized the school with their destruction. Shizuka had accidentally broken a few bones, and had been sent to the hospital to recover. She was due out today, but Kanra didn't feel like putting up with school unless Shizuka was there.

Kanra passed by a shop with a gorgeous fur-trimmed jacket. Her father always gave them lunch money, but Kanra had saved up some by skipping a few lunches. Having that money now, she decided that she wanted the jacket. She went in a bought it, pulling it on over her uniform. It made her feel warm and cozy. She had enough to buy black leggings as well, putting them on under her skirt. She felt very stylish now, feeling ready to investigate the mysterious city.

Shizuka had torn off the casts as soon as she felt her bones were fixed. The doctors disapproved, but they could hardly argue with her when she tore the casts off herself, scaring them with her strength. Stomping out of the stupid building before they could call her father to pick her up, she made her way to the convenience store just a block away. She needed a good smoke before her father came and dragged her back home.

Taking a cigarette the newly purchased pack, Shizuka thought about her beloved ant. The nickname had come from Kanra's small form and her black hair. Shizuka had gotten her growth spurt earlier than the smaller girl, and had commented that the girl looked like an ant until she had gotten bigger herself. Seeing how much it irritated the other girl, Shizuka had decided that the nickname was perfect.

Shizuka scowled when she remembered how badly ants could bite. She lit the cigarette in her mouth as she thought about the stupid knife that Kanra always had with her. That little knife was just like an ant's pincers, except used almost solely on Shizuka. The bigger girl had a few scars from where Kanra had cut her a few times.

Hearing a crumpling noise, Shizuka noticed that her fist had tightened around the pack of cigarettes. She unclenched her fist, and took a long drag at the cigarette. Once it was just a nub, she ground it into an ashtray and leaned against the building.

A few birds chirped and flew around. They seemed peaceful, able to fly this way and that, never being told where to go. Shizuka had never gotten that. Her father was always telling her where to be and when. She was restricted to only being in her house, the school, or the hospital on the days she had been injured.

She was tired of always being told what to do. That idiot ant had managed to sneak out a few times, disappearing for only an hour or so at a time to do whatever she wanted. That was what Shizuka wanted, to be free and be her own master. Of course not being as sneaky as the ant, she had been unable to elude their father and gain her freedom.

Shizuka stared up at the sky. The doctors had probably called her father by now, so he was probably on his way to pick her up. Deciding to cease her freedom, Shizuka began her long walk down the road, waiting for something interesting to catch her wait.