It was sunny today, I realized. It had been raining these past few days, but today the sun decided to show itself. I breathed in the clear air, smiling. It was a beautiful, sunny day, but I much preferred the rain. It sound of rain eased any worries I had. I was walking to school dressed in the usual pink school uniform. I was going to start my first day at Meidou High school, a school for those who were very smart and gifted. In the past, I Didn't see why my parents had always had that dream of me going to a private school.

After their deaths, I made it completely necessary to study hard so I could attend this school. It was their dream and I planned on making it a reality. Now, here I was in the prestigious Meidou High Private Academy.

If I had to describe my parents, I would describe them as an average couple. My mother was Japanese while my father, American. I took after my father in the looks department though. I had a brunette head full of hair that reached my waist. My bangs were short and fanned out to the side so I was able to see. I had bright sapphire eyes, the color of my birthstone. My mother had the usual Japanese look; black long hair with brown eyes.

I came to the gate of the so called school. Boy was it huge. I glanced all around the entrance at the various students and sighed when I caught a few boys looking my way. I sighed. Americans were strange to the eyes of the Japanese. I was prepared for the looks I would get. But, still, it would take some getting used to. I began walking toward the building intent on getting away from the crowd.

"Shuichi-kun!" I cringed at the shrill of the girl's voice. It was probably because she was right behind me, a little too close. I turned around to glare at the bothersome girl and found a huge crowd of girls swarming a helpless redhead. Said redhead was calmly saying hello and goodbyes. Try as he might the woman was firm and sadly did not give up that easy. As I focused on the redhead, I didn't notice the figure walking toward me until it ran right into me, knocking me off my feet. I couldn't have caught myself even if I tried. My form was smaller than the average girl. My size was a 0. This was something I could not help. It didn't help the fact that this guy was bigger than I was. He was a little on the lean muscular size too. He leaned down and held a hand out the help me.

The boy started apologizing. "I'm so sorry miss!" He said a little bit too loud, drawing attention to the both of us. I took his outstretched hand, and brushed off my shirt. I felt a little embarrassed from the attention and that I didn't see him, so I was blushing. I glanced at him and noticed he was fair-haired and also had shining blue eyes, though they were darker than my own.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?" I didn't mean to laugh at his question, I really didn't, but it was slightly funny; of course you wouldn't hurt me from smacking right into little old me.

"Umm, miss?" the boy was nervous, from what I wasn't sure. I smiled at him friendly.

"No, I'm fine. I laughed because it's kinda funny. My first day here and I run into someone, literally."

"Oh, you're the new student everyone was talking about! I'm Aido Rogers; it's nice to meet you." News traveled fast apparently.

I smiled in return. "My name is Tsuyumi. But you can call me Yumi."

"Umm," he was glancing all around and fidgeting. I looked around finally noticing everyone staring at us. The girl population was staring at Aido. The redhead - Shuichi- was staring intently at me. It was kinda creepy. I stared at him back in challenge. My biggest pet peeve was people staring at me. Call me paranoid, but it was something I despised.

He only smiled in amusement, before he calmly made his way to the building, using this time as a means to get away from the squabbling girls.

"Could you please show me to the main office?" I questioned Aido. He really looked like a nice boy, so I knew I could trust him. He had this friendly aura to him.

"Sure! It's the least I could do for knocking you over." He smiled a big grin. I couldn't help it. His cheerfulness was contagious.

Aido and I swiftly made it through the crowd of eerily silent girls and toward the office. I didn't have to turn around to know everyone's attention was still focused on us. I felt it.

It was awkwardly quiet so I decided to start some form of conversation.

"You said your last name was Rogers, is that American?" I questioned. Inside I felt happy knowing I met someone like me. Maybe he was half?

He looked at me and smiled. "Yep, dad lives here now and mom's back home. They're divorced." He answered. "I was raised in Connecticut until I was 13 and then I decided to move in with good old dad. I'm still getting used to these weird Japanese customs."

I laughed at his sheepish expression. "I gathered that from how you introduced yourself and your looks." Japanese people were the exact opposite. People typically introduced themselves with their first names last.

"Oh you noticed that huh?" He laughed. He sure loved to laugh a lot didn't he?

"Of course."

As we stepped in front of a door he turned to me with his trademark smile. "Well, this is it," He said, fingering a strand of blonde hair that got in his face. "I hope you get some of my classes. I may not look like it, but I'm really smart; 3rd in the whole school."

Now that he mentioned it, he didn't really look like the studious type. His pinkish uniform top was unbuttoned and a white V-neck shirt was seen.

"I know what you're thinking. 'How do you get away with your uniform dressed like that?' Well, the teachers just got tired of it after a while. Everybody else doesn't care." He shrugged his shoulders, clearly unbothered by his appearance.

"Who's 2nd and 1st in the school?" I asked, curious.

He sighed and pulled his hands into his pockets. "Shuichi Minamino will always be 'top dog' in this school. Kaito Yu ain't got a chance and I'll be there the day he realizes it too. It'll be so funny."

"…top dog?" I repeated, confused. 'The red head..?' No, there might have been more than one Shuichi in the school, so I dismissed that thought.

He looked exasperated at my dimwittedness. "Minamino-san is always the highest on grades. Kaito always tries to outsmart him, but it ain't happening."

"Oh."

He smiled and patted my head. I was slightly perplexed by this society's lack of personal space.

"You better go on in there. Class is about to start and I don't want to be late." He waved goodbye and made his way down the hall, leaving me to enter the office.

I walked toward the counter and simply stood there, waiting for someone to acknowledge my presence, which wasn't long.

"Oh! May I please help you, sweetie?" She kindly smiled at me. She was a slightly older woman. Ordinary looking Japanese woman she was.

"I'm new here. I was told to visit the office to acquire my schedule. My name is Tsuyumi Adomas." I rocked back and forth on my feet. It was nervous habit of mine.

"Oh yes!" She began typing away on her little computer; when she was done, a printer besides her starting printing. My schedule I presumed.

"Here, darling," She said.

"Thank you," I said, bowing slightly so show my gratitude.

I had Honors Algebra II first it seemed, in room 110A.

Finding the room was easy enough. Walking in, and facing a bunch of strangers, was not. I silently hoped Aido was in this classroom. At least I would know someone. I looked at my watch and noticed that class had not even started yet, and I was slightly relieved. I walked into the room, intending on keeping a low profile. I didn't want anyone to notice me yet.

"Yumi!" was the loudest voice heard in the entire classroom. I knew immediately who it was and while I thanked god that he was in here, I was silently strangling him for being so freakishly loud and drawing everyone's attention to me.

I walked over to him when he motioned me with a wave of his hand, and just stood there.

"I'm glad you're in this class!" He said enthusiastically.

"Me too." I softly said, aware everyone was staring at me. Aido had yet to notice.

When he did, he smiled again and put an arm around my shoulders. I think he tried to comfort me. It didn't, in fact, I just noticed he was heavy. "Everyone is just unused to seeing an unusually cute looking girl. Give them time and you'll be just another student."

"How long did it take them to warm up to your blonde hair?"

"…..a couple of weeks. But!" he hastily continued when I groaned, "you aren't as different as I was when I moved here. It'll take a couple of days."

"Great." I simply said I moved myself out of from under him to sit in the desk in front of him.

He sat behind me and leaned forward. "You sure you wanna sit there?"

"Yes, why? Is there something wrong with this seat?" I answered, my face focused on the board in front. I was glad my mom started teaching me Japanese at such a young age. It was like reading in English for me.

"Minamino sits in the desk next to you." He simply said as if that was the most dangerous thing in the world.

Frankly I didn't care.

"And?"

I didn't see his expression, but I heard him laugh and whisper about me being strange. He leaned back and his attention was focused elsewhere.

Minamino. I wonder if it was in fact the boy I saw this morning. If it was, I made a promise to ignore him. I wasn't kidding when I said I hated it when people stared at me. I huffed when I became annoyed with him appearing in my thoughts. To distract myself, I looked out the window and became preoccupied with the pretty blue in the sky. How beautiful….

"Excuse me?"

I jerked in surprise at the sudden noise near me and looked to my right. Minamino had a non-apologetic smile on his face. It seemed he didn't care if he interrupted me from my thoughts. Well, he made it seem like he was sorry, but he couldn't fool me. I was great at reading people.

"Yes?" I didn't try to hide my displeasure in my tone. This seemed to make his smile brighter.

"You're the new student I presume? I'm Shuichi Minamino; it's a pleasure to meet you." He politely introduced himself and this time it seemed to really be true.

What was with this guy? He went from annoying me on purpose and then polite again.

"Likewise." I gave him a small, forced smile, just to be friendly. I think he noticed, because his lips twitched as if fighting a smile, and then turned to his desk to listen to the teacher as she entered the room.

I'm not sure if this could be categorized as a good day or not.