"Watch out!"

My eyes were wide from behind the goggles, no wonder má always told me to wear a helmet. It would be very useful for when in a situation like mine. The situation being that my moped was currently falling at a rapid pace to the ground, after being sent flying by a ramp that happened to be in my way that I didn't notice. Those other students look scared too, but then again I'm the one flying in the air right now.

I landed with a bump on the ground; I also ended up falling off my moped and got to watch it crash into a bush. "Shit!" I cried, trying to remove my moped from the bush that now ensnared itself around it, it didn't even register to me that my right arm was bleeding from the rock it had scraped against.

I hadn't bothered to remove either my helmet or goggles, which I kept having pushing up because my sweat was making them fall back down again, at last I finally managed to pull the moped from the evil confines of the bush.

I removed my helmet at last and as I wiped my arm against my forehead, I noticed there was a lot of blood on it, I wondered how it got there for a minute, before shrugging my shoulders, placing my moped against the side of the school, then heading in to find the infirmary.

Fifteen minutes and ten seconds later, my arm had a bandage wrapped around it, very obvious because of my short sleeve shirt, my goggles and helmet were now removed and in my locker, people stared as I passed by them, first at my white hair, then my bandages, and finally my relaxed clothing, thinking I was probably some sort of delinquent, which I kind of was in a way. I looked at the sheet of paper má gave me before I left, it was my schedule, now if only I could find room 1-A, I looked to my left, and there it was. "Wow that was surprisingly easy."

The door easily opened, looks like I'm late, the teacher looked as if though he'd been saying something before I walked in, oh well. "Sorry, I had an accident in front of the school."

"That was you on the bike?" he asked, staring as if though I was crazy, who knows, maybe I am.

"Yes sir, although it's actually a moped." I corrected him, smiling,

"That was an idiotic stunt you pulled out there."

"So I'm told."

"Are you sure this is the right class for you?" he obviously doubted my intelligence, can't blame him, sometimes even I do.

"That's what it says here." I handed him my schedule I looked around the classroom from behind my glasses while he checked my schedule, in the past ten years I'd almost forgotten what a classroom even looked like. It reminded me of the private Catholic school I went to, before the nuns thought I was possessed by some demon that is, it had a suffocating feeling to it.

"Very well then De Amour-san, would you like to introduce yourself?"

"Sure." I faced the class, most looked at me strangely, probably saw me earlier from the moped incident, "Well, my name is Gin Dispiacere De Amour, or Gin Sorrow of Love, I'm from Barcelona, but I was born in Venice. I've also been home schooled for the past ten years due to a condition I have that makes it difficult for me to participate in extracurricular activities, and most schools require that you take at least one, but luckily, not this one. I've also briefly lived in America, Germany, and France, as well as several other countries, pretty much wherever my dad opens up a new restaurant. Even if it's hard for me to play them, I just love sports, especially soccer." I scratched my head, thinking if that was all that should be said, "Well I guess that's pretty much all you need to know about me." I smiled at them, trying to make a 

good impression; this would be the first time I had in years to make friends my own age. The guys back in Spain were great and all, but they were in their twenties, and most of them had dropped out of school, the only one closest to my age was nineteen.

I was perhaps even greedy to make friends, especially ones that knew nothing about my past.

"De Amour-san!" the teacher yelled as he rapped a ruler on my desk, my head immediately jumped from where it must have once been sleeping.

"Mandé?" I asked lazily, not realizing I spoke in Spanish,

"Since you have been so attentive," he started out sarcastically, "you can do the problem on the board."

I stared up at the aforementioned board, there was a problem with several X's and Y's in it, but it didn't bother me much, the problem itself was simple enough. I walked up to the board and immediately the chalk touched the board and within barely a few minutes, the problem was complete. I then sat back down at my seat.

"How did you do that so quickly?" my teacher asked, probably thought I'd been as bright as a doorknob.

I yawned before answering, "I've been doing problems like this for fun for a couple years already, I took online lessons." then my head settled itself back into my arms, and "There is really nothing you can teach me." I mumbled more after that, but no one heard me, and the world turned to nothing as I fell into the deep abyss of sleep.

The school day seemed to pass by in a blur, most everyone kept their distance from me, I didn't let show that I was disappointed by this, it was my decision to actually go to school anyway, I'd just have to suffer for being so peculiar, and short, people tell me that four foot eleven isn't really that bad, but to me it is, never been sure why though, maybe it's a past memory that I have repressed somewhere within my mind, or maybe it's something else entirely, who knows.

I explored the school, looking for a quiet place where I could write out the rest of my thesis for one of my online classes. When the nuns kicked me out of school, instead of doing first grade like I was supposed to, I went on ahead to sixth grade, seeing how easy that was, I finished in under a month, I skipped on to twelfth grade, which I finished in one month and a half, since then I've just been taking several college classes online, a few more weeks of this current class I'm taking, and I'll have my Master's Degree in Visual Arts.

I stopped in front of the Third Music Room, considering if I should take that as my next major, but disregarded the thought, I didn't have a musical bone in my body. That wasn't the only reason I stopped though, my head suddenly felt ready to split open, and not from thinking, but I was having one of my regular migraines.

I shifted through my bag, looking for the Advil I kept in there, not realizing that it could be hazardous to my health if I stood right in front of a door, especially when it happens to open at that exact moment and throws you to the ground so you can smack your already pounding head against the tile.

"Why can't I black out at moments like these?" I questioned myself, before dry swallowing the two Advil I had been able to get out before the door threw me to the ground. My migraine was now slowly receding, but I did feel a lot better.

"De Amour-san, are you alright?"

I stared at the blonde's violet eyes, he seemed very familiar, "Sorry, I suffer from terribly horrible memory, but am I supposed to know you?" I asked rather bluntly, he went off and moped in a corner after I informed him of this, I wonder why, but I don't feel like thinking too hard on it.

"De Amour-san, you're just like Haruhi-kun." two voices said together, as their owner's appeared on my shoulders, why are they acting so familiar to me?

"Gin-chan, do you want to eat cake with me and Usa-chan?" a smaller blond asked me, this one had brown eyes, and I remembered him, he was placing a pink rabbit toy into my face.

"Hunny-kun, aren't you like an elementary kid or something?" I asked, wondering why this child always appeared on the high school campus.

"No, I'm eighteen, I'm a senior."

Time stopped for three seconds before a smile spread across my face, making me look insane, then I pulled him into a gigantic bear hug that my friends had taught me how to do, and I started to shout things in Spanish and Italian, then I kissed him on both cheeks and finally came down from my small high, "Sorry, I tend to overreact when I meet someone who's actually shorter than me and is either my age or older." I explained while composing myself.

Hunny was still spinning from the lack of oxygen that I had allowed him since I nearly crushed his lungs no doubt, my friend, Leo, always told me that the doctors must have accidentally cut off my balls when I was born and so claimed I was a girl, who knows, maybe that did happen. I grabbed Hunny's shoulders before he could fall completely to the side and whack his head against something since he was still dizzy. "Sorry about nearly killing you there, I'm told I hug too much like a guy."

"Gin-chan, you're really strong." Hunny told me after finally gaining back his breath,

"Really? The guys back home always told me that since I was sickly I shouldn't do any of the stuff that they did because I could get hurt."

"They did?"

"Yeah, but then I did it anyway and I kicked their asses while doing it." I told him, reminiscing from some of the good times I had with the guys, both in Spain and Italy.

"What was it that they told you not to do?"

"Oh just simple stuff really, daredevil tricks, like that time I jumped a waterway in Venice on my bike, that was cool, knife throwing competitions, racing, betting, drinking, fighting, loads of stuff, so I've almost broken near every bone in my body." I answered, smiling at all the times I'd nearly been seriously injured or killed.

"That stuff is dangerous though."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I never had anything better to do, I can't do sports all that easily, I didn't go to school because the nuns kicked me out of every single religious school in Spain and Italy, and most the other schools refused to believe that this is my natural hair color, especially since my birth certificate says I had brown hair, I had to find something to do, so I hung out with my dad's drinking buddies."

"Your dad knows you do those kinds of things?" the twins asked me,

"Well of course, except my mom usually gets pissed off when I do that, so she yells to my dad about it, makes me wonder how they've been able to last this long together." then I turned around, just about to 

leave, but something kept a hold on my sleeve, I looked to see the small blonde, Hunny, holding onto my arm.

"Gin-chan, do you want to eat some cake with me?"

His puppy face reminded me of the small children who I entertained for hours on end while their parents were off doing something, I enjoyed playing with them, because unlike most people they didn't care that my hair was white. "Sure." even though if my dad found out I was eating someone else's pastries besides his, then he'd kill me.

He smiled and dragged me off to a seat near the window with numerous cakes set on the table, there was also some cups of tea. I merely sat in the seat and stirred the tea as he talked about his stuffed animal, the very tall guy, Takashi, that had been with him earlier was there as well, he hadn't said a thing since I had entered the room. He only sat there being quiet, I didn't mind, Leo, pretty much my best friend back in Spain, was like that too, he was shy to the point of seeming anti social, he was closest to me in age being nineteen. The time passed and soon they had to leave to attend to the other girls, Hunny had explained that this was a Host Club and so they entertained the girls here, it was something that I had no true interest in, so I stayed in my seat and looked out the window.

'Shit.' I thought, seeing a group of guys at the front of the school, barricading the entrance and exit, a student went towards them, to tell them to leave no doubt, but one of the guys merely pushed him away. I had been hoping I left everything behind in Spain, but I guess that isn't possible. I got up from my chair and left the room with its still unknowing occupants.

When I reached the front of the school, I had two options, I could both take my moped, which was next to the door, and ram through the guys, or I could take the back exit and sneak out leaving my moped here so as not to attract attention to myself. This was a very difficult decision to make, especially since the guys were asking for 'the Devil's Right Hand', this would prove to be a rather troublesome mess.

I stood there contemplating what to do, but after seeing that everyone was now staring towards where I was, or actually behind me, I turned to my left to see a knife in part of the door next to my head. I pulled it from the door and took off my glasses, placed them into my bag and set that next to my moped, then I set off for the crowd in front of the school, my blue eyes were ice right now, completely emotionless, I was a different person that only few would recognize.

"So this is the legendary Devil's Right Hand, I thought you would be taller." one of them said, he appeared to be the leader.

His supporters gasped at me, seeing that I had placed the knife against his neck and were even so daring as to make a cut barely a hairline thin, "Don't underestimate me just because I'm a short chick. Also, next time, don't bother me at school." I placed the knife into his hand, cutting it against the blade; I gave him a smile so he would know I was doing it on purpose. "Place and time, I'll be there."

He smiled, seeming to not care that I'd injured him, "How about now!" and he threw a punch at me with his knife, I barely dodged and had to bend backwards, nearly making myself fall.

Skillfully I pulled a knife from the belt loop of one of the guys behind me, I didn't strike them with it, only blocked their attacks, and I always disapproved of drawing blood, except through only pure strength. My moves were graceful and agile, from years of fighting with the guys and having nothing better to do, my punches and kicks were well placed, but my style, was fast and somewhat rough, this was why I was the Devil's Right Hand, although it was also because I didn't use my right hand to punch when fighting, except if I intended to kill, my moves were impossible to know and of course my hair, plus the fear that all nuns showed when their gaze fell upon me.

Soon enough many of the guy's followers were lying on the floor unconscious, my icy gaze fell on him, he was on the ground since I had just punched him, leaving his upper lip cut, I pulled him up by his shirt front, "You will not bother me any more, tell anyone else stupid enough to think they can take me on that they are nothing against the Devil." I pushed him away roughly, there wasn't even a slight scratch on me, I gave him a glare that had made grown men cry, and he ran off like a scared dog with his tail between his legs.

Once he was gone, I coughed a little and pulled out my inhaler from my pocket where I had placed it, then I breathed deeply into it, my breathing returned to normal, but everyone continued to stare at me. I turned back to my moped and drove off, what I had hoped to be a normal life for once, was ruined before it began.

Author: You know, that part where the guy says he thought Gin would've been taller, suddenly reminded me of that scene in the movie, The Alamo, if you've seen it, you'll know what I'm talking about.