There's something that you should keep in mind with this story. The point of views will switch between Kori and Richard. But so you'll know, if it's Richard's POV then I'll type his name. The same goes for Kori. But You'll definitely see more of Kori's point of view. It's rare that you'll see Richard's. On with the story!

Chapter One

First Impressions

God just kill me now.

What did I do to deserve this? I was a perfect child, I got good grades, was an athletic golden girl, and I never got into any trouble. So tell me, why am I sitting in the office of Andrew Jackson Private School for Boys?

And no, you heard me right. For boys.

Before you pick up the phone and call the men with the white coats I advise you to hear me out first. But what you are about to hear is horribly wrong.

For starters I should have never said yes to my mother when she asked for my help. But then again who could resist the infamous Ander pout? I have to admit I probably would have said no has I known what I was getting my self into. My mom was very vague when I had asked her what she wanted me to do. These were her exact words: Kori, I'm very worried about your brother. I just want you to keep an eye out for him, okay.

That doesn't imply anything, right?

Well that was just the beginning of this little escapade. She didn't tell me that looking out for my brother included cutting my hair (this had brought many tears to my eyes). I didn't let her cut too much off, mind you. But even though she had cut it to my chin I was angry and didn't talk to her for days. She still hadn't told me what it was that I was supposed to be doing. If it involved the cutting of my hair then it figured it had to be something that I wasn't going to like.

She also neglected to tell me that I would have to switch schools. I really should have seen this coming considering that my brother goes to a private school. I was still wondering what my mother was up to, but she still wouldn't tell me. I was starting to get really impatient with her after that. What was she hiding from me?

It wasn't until she started buying me boys clothes that I understood. I was absolutely horrified at the idea of being a cross-dresser. I had told my mom that I wasn't going to do it. I had said that this was going too far. But then she pulled her trump card on me. She reminded me of how solemn my brother would look when he came back for vacation. She reminded me of all the bruises and scars that we'd found on his body. He hadn't told anyone what had happened no matter how much we pestered him. He wouldn't even tell me– and he told me EVERYTHING.

I felt that it was my duty to protect him despite my mother's crazy harebrained scheme. I at least owed him that...

It really sucked to be a such good person.

So that is what led me here. I'm boldly crossing the boundary that no girl should ever have to cross. I'm going into the domain of the opposite sex. But not only that. I have to be the opposite sex. I would be traumatized for the rest of my natural born life!

Put that phone down. I'm not crazy.

The principal was looking through my files with interest. I was wondering how my mother would put one past the administration. I was starting to feel a little apprehensive. This was because a) my transcript was under a girls name, b) my athletic history screamed femininity, c) the principal kept looking at me with a deep penetrating stare. It almost made me want to confess all of my wrong doings.

He closed the folder and laid it on the desk in an abnormally slow manner, "Quite an impressive record you have here."

I nodded stupidly. My palms were starting to get sweaty. I hated being in the presence of such an enigmatic persona. "T-thank you sir."

"I trust that you'll feel right at home here, Mr. Anders."

"Yes, sir."

His green eyes twinkled as if he knew something that I didn't."Very well then, you may go. Your uniform has been delivered to your dorm. Feel free to look around the school. You have a free day today because you are new."

I stood up and pushed the door of his office with as much force as I could. I just wanted to get out of there. As I walked down the corridor, the secretary gave me a seductive look. I could feel myself blush from embarrassment. The sheer mortification of the situation was enough to drive me insane.

So this is how Mulan felt.

I arrived at the dorm room in record time, but I was dismayed at what I had found there. It was horrible! How could anyone live like this? There were papers in every godforsaken corner. Crumbs from food were scattered all over the floor. T-shirts, socks, and jeans hung over every possible thing. I walked to his room to find that -to my utter horror- his room was ten times worse.

I knew that I could not live like this. I was a total neat freak. So I did what every other neat freak would do when faced with this situation: I cleaned.

Richard

"Hey Rich! I hear you're getting a new roommate! What did you do to the last one?"

Ugh. That annoying son of a b- "Piss off, Harper."

His eyes widened. "Woah. Why the hostility?"

Do you want the clean version or the one where I curse you to oblivion? "I really don't feel like explaining myself to you, Harper."

"Huh?"

I had completely forgotten to use smaller words. "Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. Leave. Me. Alone."

"What do you have against me, huh?"

I rolled my eyes. He was wasting my time. "Do you have all day because I could lay it on the line for you."

He looked genuinely confused."Why would you want to do that?"

My god he was dense. I shook my head and just walked right passed him in the direction of my dorm. I hurriedly turned the knob and pushed the door open. I did not want him following me. For good measure I ran into the safety of my room.

As soon as I walked in I knew that there was something amiss. It was clean. I knew for I fact that my room was never clean. I've never touched a cleaning supply in my entire life. Well that is unless you count toiletries.

I was very annoyed that anyone would have the audacity to clean my perfectly homely living space. This was my domain, no one should have entered. I pondered the possibilities for a moment. There were no maids at this school, so that option was ruled out. My friends wouldn't dare touch his sanctuary in fear of what I would do to them. Not to mention that they were a bunch of lazy slobs themselves. That only one more person that had access to the dorm: the new roommate.

I suddenly felt a surge of annoyance creep through my veins. Who did this guy think he was? What right did he have to invade my privacy? I was determined to give him a piece of my mind. I walked right up to his room and charged through the door.

He looked startled, but he stood up as soon as he saw what was going on. I studied his form. He had a very small stature for a guy and his features were a little feminine. He almost didn't think he was a guy. He had auburn hair that was cut to his chin and the most amazing looking green eyes that I'd ever seen.

Damn pretty boy.

"Hello. You must be Richard. I'm Kurama. I've been awaiting your arrival for a while now. It's great to finally meet you."

What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he so prim and proper? "Cut the crap, will you? What have you done to my room?"

He looked rather pleased with himself and he clapped his hands together, "Is it not the most wonderful creation that your eyes have ever observed?"

What...the hell! "No, and why are you talking like that?"

I noticed that he was clenching his fists at his sides. "My parents have always told me that it was improper to speak in an informal manner when I have not been properly acquainted."

"My name's Richard and you're Kurama. We're acquainted now. Speak normally."

His face fell and his cheery facade began to melt away, "I do this to everyone... I think it's fun to confuse people."

"Well, I'm not amused. Don't go into my room, got it?"

I could see her-I'm sorry- his eyes flash with anger. For a split second I actually thought that he was going to hit me. But to my surprise he didn't do anything at all.

Sissy.

I turned to leave his room, but his voice stopped me, "It was ...nice to meet you."

I was quite taken aback. Usually when I was hostile, people kept their distance. Did I not have an effect on this guy? Something about him irritated the hell out of me...

"I can't say the same." I walked out of his room before he could even respond.

Kori

I blinked once. Then twice. Then three times.

Woah.

When they said that I would have a roommate I figured that he'd be a scrawny, geeky, mouth breather. As soon as I had opened the door to the dorm and saw the mess I immediately changed my previous predictions. He was probably a typical guy; a slob. I had no idea that he would be so HOT! The moment he walked into my room I could feel my heart stop.

He had jet black hair with bangs that fell over his eyes. And damn what beautiful eyes they were! His eyes were a deep navy blue and I felt like I was being drowned in them. He was wearing slacks, a button down white shirt, a blazer and a tie. I never knew that a guy could make a uniform look so... sexy.

And for once, I'm not exaggerating.

There were two problems: The first was that I wasn't allowed to be attracted to him because I was supposed to be a girl boy, unless I wanted to be labeled as a homosexual. The second was that he was the biggest jerk that I'd ever conversed with! Who in their right mind would become upset just because someone was nice enough to tidy up their room? I knew that it was an invasion of privacy and everything but I never would have guessed that he'd be so furious. I sighed and ran my fingers to my cropped hair. What a joy ride this would be...

I wouldn't let it bother me. I had come here for a reason and I wasn't going to let some extremely hot guy stand in my way. I shook the image out of my mind and decided that I wanted to go and look around the school.

After a while I got bored and went outside instead. What I saw shocked and confused me...

Why the hell did my mom want me to go through this whole thing as a boy when there was a school for girls right across the street?

I was going to kill her...

TBC...

Ok, here's the deal. If you like the story and want me to continue, please send me a review! The first chapter is short because I want to see if anyone likes it. It's not that great, but I hope you like it...

Andi-chan