Rated T for mature themes. Read at your own discretion.

Fanfiction dot net removed my story because some reported me and I'm quite irritated.

I don't have the original files anymore, so this is me attempting to rewrite the whole thing. Sigh.

Nothing is the same, though the overall plot isn't changed. I can't stand trying to rewrite the same exact thing again (especially since I liked the original). I hope it's enjoyable.

Also, if anyone knows if this story has been plagiarized, can they please tell me where? I'm considering copying and pasting in that case. Like…a plagiarism of a plagiarism…or something.

Oh and I'll be using the existing characters (like Kanako's little sis) but…er…changing certain aspects about her. Or toning them down. A lot.

Intense math notes creds to Wikipedia.

Miyamae Kanako. Class 2-A.

Inmathematicsahyperbolais a curve, specifically asmoothcurve that lies in a plane, which can be defined either by its geometric properties or by the kinds of equations for which it is the solution set. A hyperbola has two pieces, calledconnected componentsor branches, which are mirror images of each other and resembling two infinitebows. The hyperbola is one of the four kinds ofconic section, formed by the intersection of aplaneand acone. The other conic sections are theparabola, theellipse, and thecircle(the circle is a special case of the ellipse). Which conic section is formed depends on the angle the plane makes with the axis of the cone, compared with the angle a line on the surface of the cone makes with the axis of the cone. If the angle between the plane and the axis is less than the angle between the line on the cone and the axis, or if the plane is parallel to the axis, then the conic is a hyperbola.

Similar to aparabola, a hyperbola is an open curve, meaning that it continues indefinitely to infinity, rather than closing on itself as anellipsedoes. A hyperbola consists of two disconnectedcurvescalled itsarmsorbranches.

The points on the two branches that are closest to each other are called theirvertices, and the line segment connecting them is called thetransverse axisormajor axis, corresponding to the major diameter of an ellipse. The midpoint of the transverse axis is known as the hyperbola'scenter. The distanceafrom the center to each vertex is called thesemi-major axis. Outside of the transverse axis but on the same line are the twofocal points (foci)of the hyperbola. The line through these five points is one of the two principal axes of the hyperbola, the other being theperpendicular bisectorof the transverse axis. The hyperbola hasmirror symmetryabout its principal axes, and is also symmetric under a 180° turn about its center.

At large distances from the center, the hyperbola approaches two lines, itsasymptotes, which intersect at the hyperbola's center. A hyperbola approaches its asymptotes arbitrarily closely as the distance from its center increases, but it never intersects them; however, adegenerate hyperbolaconsists only of its asymptotes. Consistent with the symmetry of the hyperbola, if the transverse axis is aligned with thex-axis of aCartesian coordinate system, the slopes of the asymptotes are equal in magnitude but opposite in sign, ±ba, whereba×tan(θ) and where θ is the angle between the transverse axis and either asymptote. The distanceb(not shown) is the length of the perpendicular segment from either Focus point to the asymptotes.

A conjugate axis of length 2b, corresponding to the minor axis of an ellipse, is sometimes drawn on the non-transverse principal axis; its endpoints ±b lie on the minor axis at the height of the asymptotes over/under the hyperbola's vertices. Because of the minus sign in some of the formulas below, it is also called the imaginary axis of the hyperbola.

If b = a, the angle 2θ between the asymptotes equals 90° and the hyperbola is said to be rectangular or equilateral. In this special case, the rectangle joining the four points on the asymptotes directly above and below the vertices is a square, since the lengths of its sides 2a =2b.

5 pages of hardcore math later...

I think I have successfully deterred any readers from prying this far into these precious pages, though my hand is throbbing from all my hard work. Unfortunately I have a math test tomorrow and despite rewriting all this relevant material, I still cannot comprehend what a hyperbola is. Nevertheless, there are far more important matters to attend to.

And now to reveal the true purpose of this notebook:

Miyamae Kanako's Plots to Kill Shidou Mariya!

My dear…err…I don't wish to call you Diary, since I'm no longer in middle school and Journal sounds a bit too bland for my tastes. How about…Death Note, like from the amazing anime series? It fits perfectly as this notebook's intent is to kill (just one person in this case.) Plus it sounds super cool!

So, my dear Death Note, you must be wondering why an innocent, virginal maiden like me is going through with such vindictive motives. The fault lies entirely with Shidou Mariya. Shidou Mariya—the bane of my existence; a wolf decked in the coats of a sweet lamb's fur. This self-perpetuating female is actually a he—yes, a he. I met Mariya on my first day of Ame no Kisaki (which is an all girl's school just so you know) entranced by his charm and girlishness that beguiled his true devil-like personality. Shortly after, I stumbled upon his maid dressing Mariya up in a corset and what my keen eyes determined to be 32 B sized silicone breast pads. He forced me to be his roommate for the rest of my time in this school, so he can keep an eye on me in case I reveal his secret.

And now here I am, five months later, mentally, emotionally, physically scarred by the torture and trauma this brute has inflicted on me. I am the shiny-eyed damsel in distress, a delicate female trapped in the clutches of a clawed and fanged beast, waiting for a strong, hefty female that looks vaguely like Ryuuken-sama to come and rescue me from the pits of my despair.

All of my misery can disappear if Mariya just died!

…No, that was cruel. Do I really want Mariya to be gone from this world forever? Definitely not. I have experienced death of someone close to me before and I don't wish to go through it again. Mariya and I may not be the best of friends and we probably aren't even friends—actually, I'm pretty sure he despises my very existence—but I would never wish something so horrible on anyone.

However, that doesn't cancel out a nice douse of good old fashioned torture and at this point, I'm more than willing to give Mariya a taste of his own medicine. And so:

Ways to Torture the Devil's Incarnate Who Happens to be Sharing My Room:

1. Replace his fancy, high end shampoo with bright green hair dye

2. Restyle his wig with a nice pair of sharp scissors while blindfolded

3. Throw out all his underwear and replace it with lacy, red thongs

4. Cut holes where his "boobs" and crotch go in his uniform

5. Constantly pull on his pigtails when he's not looking

6. Pay someone to smack his ass in the hallway (Maybe Matsurika?)

7. Emasculate him by publicly and loudly asking about his time of month

8. Send a huge gust of wind in his direction so his skirt flies up

9. Give Father Kanae a love letter written by Mariya

10. Pull off Mariya's wig in the hall—

"Oi, what the hell are you doing?" a rough voice spoke at the doorway. Well, speak of the devil. In what I hoped to be a casual manner, I flipped to one of the first few pages of my Death Note and loosely twirled my pen around. Now that Mariya was inside the sanctuary of our room, he was anything but graceful. Brusque, harsh footsteps made their way towards me before long fingers snatched my precious notebook out of my clutches.

…Shit.

I felt myself pale, my heart literally stopping as his eyes quickly scanned my so-called notes. "St-studying," I stammered out, reaching for my notebook, "I have a test tomorrow so I'd like it back." My fingertips brushed the soft cover before he snatched it farther away from me. Thanks to that miscalculation, I fell off the bed and crashed onto the carpet floor in a heap by Mariya's feet. Groaning, I looked up and saw a deep frown cross his features.

My life flashed before my eyes.

So long Dad, little Sis. It was nice knowing you. I'll write to you from Heaven.

His voice was sharp, filling me with dread to the very core. "What is this?" he snapped, his index finger pointing to the middle of a page. Immediately I scrambled onto my knees, bowing so quickly my forehead practically slammed into the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I cried, "I didn't mean it, any of it. Have mercy on me reincarnation of Beelzebub's soul and I'll sacrifice five healthy piglets at your altar." There was a moment of complete silence afterwards. Noticing that I was still very alive, I slowly peered upwards only to find Mariya scribbling at something in my notebook with my pen.

He dropped both items onto my bed and walked over to his side of the room, not before giving me a strange look over his shoulder. "I don't know what nonsense you're sprouting at the moment or what drugs you've been taking, but all your notes are wrong," he said, pulling off his wig. Mariya let out a sigh of content and ruffled his natural hair before going on, "It looks like you directly copied them from a questionable internet source where anyone can edit the information."

Too bewildered to speak I looked down at the page he was writing on. Stupid me. He hadn't flipped through it at all, staying in the same place I was. Lines of Mariya's neat handwriting flitted throughout the page, crossing out things I've written or replacing them with another symbol. "I—well…" I blinked before finding my voice, "Well that's exactly what I did. I was trying to study."

A disgusted snort reached my ears. "Typical dumbass behavior," he muttered. Mariya was splayed out on his bed which was only two or three yards from mine. While the dorm room was generous in space considering it was a dorm room, the lack of privacy had been quite difficult in the beginning. Thankfully there is a bathroom inside our room so I always change in there. But the idea of undressing so close to the proximity of a male still flusters me at times. And the fact that we use the same toilet…the same shower…My wrists and neck are starting to burn wildly from the mere thought of it all.

Strangely enough, we have gotten more comfortable in each other's presence—if you could call it that. In the beginning of the year, Mariya's saccharine falsetto would still be used inside our room if it was just us two. If Matsurika, who happens to be right next door and owns a copy of our dorm key (but has a strange penchant of coming in through the window), was there he would drop the act. Most of the time, we didn't really talk much.

Slowly, he began to drop it as the months passed and I proved to be nothing more than an amoeba of a threat to his "stellar student" persona. Unfortunately another trend that followed that was an increased interest in making my life hell. If I had thought Mariya was an aggravating, exasperating, terrifying person in April, then he's even more so now six months later.

He bugs me every moment he can. Trailing a finger down my arm while hissing death threats into my ear, smacking my head for saying something idiotic and relating me to an obscure species of one-celled eukaryotes, sending Father Kanae on me just for laughs, making me do menial tasks when Matsurika isn't there… Speaking of which, besides in class or in the hallways, Matsurika isn't in our room as often as she was before.

I suppose it makes sense. There was no need for her to be around since Mariya already has a slave close by. And as much as I hate to admit it, whatever splinters of a spine I had were shattered with Mariya's arrival into my life. He could order me to prance around in a cow suit before jumping off a cliff and I would probably do it. Look at what I've been reduced to. Maybe that protozoan comment wasn't that far off then.

"Hey." Mariya's voice suddenly cut into my thoughts. Still sitting where I was on the floor but now in a cross-legged position, I turned to him. He was lying on his side, head propped up with a hand. It wasn't weird to see him without the wig but still with his uniform on. His hair cut was more or less the equivalent of a bluntly cut bob, long bangs skimming his eyebrows. If Mariya chose to go without the wig, he would still look quite feminine although a bit more edgy. "If you're not gonna study, draw me a bubble bath," he drawled before lying down on his back, "My beautiful body needs to be pampered."

With a curt sigh, I grabbed my notebook and took it with me into the bathroom. Seriously, for someone who proclaims to hate crossdressing, he's a bit too concerned with his appearance. Or maybe he secretly does enjoy it? I smirked at the thought. Well, though his twin Shizu did clean up nicely as a guy, there definitely was a more feminine touch in the Shidou sibling's looks. Mariya was androgynous whether he liked it or not.

I turned both hot and cold water dials on in the tub, fiddling around with them so the water came out warm. Pulling out an ornate purple bottle that said "Bath Time Bubbles", I set it on the sink and took a seat on the toilet lid. It was going to take a while for the tub to fill up and I needed some alone time. Turning to where I left off, I continued:

I apologize, Death Note, as I was rudely interrupted by the Crossdesser-That-Must-Not-Be-Named. He came incredibly close to finding out the true intentions of this notebook. As I plan to live until 87, I cannot let him read on any further.

Anyways, about all those things I listed above. It would be nice if I could do a single one of them, but the problem is that Mariya will know it's me. Who else dislikes the Princess of the Freshmen Year? I might be able to pin it onto Matsurika but even she has some loyalty to Mariya.

It's nice to dream, I suppose.

Oh! Something interesting I've begun to notice. While I complain about Mariya touching me and all that, the effects aren't nearly as severe anymore. When we first started rooming, he just had to swipe a finger across my hand and hives would burst out. I would have to run to the infirmary and lie about some allergy I have to pen ink to get some anti-itching cream. (And now I can't ever use pens again unless it's in the privacy of my room. Woe is Kanako.)

Now, while a singe swipe does produce the same effects, the hives are less irritating and not as abundant. I've hated boys practically all my life with the exception of my father, of course. And a few cousins. I never get hives when they come in contact with me. I deeply care for those males but then again I also live with one and meet up with the others frequently throughout the year. I'm no rocket scientist, but Dr. Miyamae (insert glasses and lab coat here) speculates that due to living with Mariya for so long, I'm almost becoming immune to his masculinity.

Which is great because then he can't hang that over my head!

I suppose you're also wondering why I dislike the male species so much, eh? Well, settle down and let me tell you a story. I didn't always. I was a little chubby as a child and I started my entry into womanhood early in elementary school. My mother apparently was well-endowed in the chest area (or as Mariya likes to call them, bags of fat) and I was blessed with her assets at the age of 10 or so. In addition to that, I started growing off my fat and stood at 5' 5" when I was just 11.

Boys treated me as if I were a creature not from this planet. They made remarks about how my chest looked like melons were attached to it and how I was as tall as the Tokyo Tower, Mt. Fuji, the Eiffel Tower (thanks Matsurika), T-Rex, their brother, a Northern Californian Redwood tree, etc. I've heard it all.

As I got older, boys started teasing me for different reasons. They wanted to…touch things. When I was 12, I had a huge crush on a boy in my class and when he asked me out, I said yes. After our first date in the McDonald's right by our school, he walked me home. Before I reached the elevator to my family's apartment he stopped me. He asked me now that the first date was over if he could squeeze my "tits".

I shouted no and ran upstairs, not even bothering with the elevator. But the next day at school word got around that I did let him and all the guys wanted to take me on a "date". Most of my friends were disgusted with me. Only a few of them saw that I was telling the truth when I said nothing happened. After school, I went home and cried into my pillow all night.

So you can see, Death Note, I have plenty reason to hate, despise, spit on males. There are more stories that I can tell you but I don't really like thinking about th-

My foot grazed water and I knew something was off. Alarmed, I looked up to find the bathtub overflowing. Tossing the notebook and pen aside I quickly turned off the knobs then opened the drain to let out a little water. There were many towels in the cabinets so I used a couple to absorb the water on the floor. "Ugh, stupid Mariya assigning me to do these things," I muttered, getting down onto my knees and wiping.

"What was that you rodent?" Gasping, I turned around to find Mariya leaning against the open doorway, appearing rather irritated. He stepped inside the small bathroom further, hazel eyes slowly taking in the scene.

I didn't even hear him come in. Hurriedly I threw the towels into the laundry basket and stood up, wringing my hands together. "That is—I didn't—When did you—," I stuttered. Mariya ignored me and plucked the purple bottle off the sink. With a grace I didn't realize that could be achieved just by opening bottles, he poured the liquid into the tub.

Flicking a hand at the bath, he ordered, "Mix it around. I want it nice and bubbly." I crouched onto my knees. Swishing the water around this way and that, it didn't take long for the bubbles to nearly overflow the tub. Mariya was seriously excessively feminine for a guy. The last time I took a bubble bath was when I was ten and that's because my sister and I would love to play together. We would grab our plastic ships and aquatic animals and dolls to create stories with them.

If Matsurika were here she might get away with a snarky jab or two. That would have been thoroughly amusing. I on the other hand would probably get my head dunked in the toilet. Sighing, I got onto my feet, wiping my wet hands on a nearby towel. "All done," I said. Turning around, I screamed.

Mariya had just finished taking off his fake boobs which were haphazardly thrown into the sink. (I'm surprised they didn't explode at the impact.) His bra hung over the counter, simple, white, and modest—the complete opposite of him. The cream-colored short sleeved dress shirt, brown vest, and bright blue bow that comprised of the spring uniform was hung on a door hook. Mariya was grumbling under his breath, untying the strings of his corset. Maybe he was used to me shrieking at his presence, but whatever the reason he ignored me and kept tugging at the garment choking his waist.

This was one of the few times Mariya decided to undress in front of me. The first was when he forgot to lock the bathroom door and I walked in on him. The second was…well now. What was he planning on doing to me? I felt frozen in place, watching as his nimble fingers discarded the corset onto the floor. He was just about to lower the zipper on his knee-length skirt when I cried out, "St-stop!" Mariya complied, glancing up at me with a bored expression on his face. "At least let me leave before you undress," I went on, feeling my cheeks heat up, "You're a guy and I'm a girl and—"

The zipper lowered. I gulped. "And so what?" he asked, a devilish smirk crawling up his face. The skirt dropped to his ankles and he left it on the floor, stepping out of the pool of fabric. I will not look down. I will not look down.

Dammit.

Well, that answered the mental question I really didn't want to find out the answer to: he wears briefs. I know he wears boxers during the winter and fall because the uniform changes so that the skirt hits mid-calf. Since it was so low, there was little chance of it flying up from a breeze or a student catching a glimpse of anything under if they happened to be walking behind him on the stairs (as I try to do with all the other beautiful, actual girls in this school.) I suppose it would be impractical to attempt to wear feminine underwear, so he settled for the next best thing.

They were rather…snug. And blue. I quickly shifted my eyes to a spot over his shoulder, refusing to meet his gaze. "Is the yuri-girl embarrassed?" his husky voice purred, taking a few steps closer.

Moving away from the tub, I slowly walked over to the wall closest to the door, trying to keep as far away from his as possible. "Th—this isn't funny," I quickly looked at his face (which was practically giddy from my discomfort) and concentrated on a spot on the toilet opposite from me.

He ventured even closer.

There was only a few feet separating us and I was still no where close to the door. Damn these claustrophobically tiny bathrooms. Isn't there an escape chute somewhere here to Switzerland? "I did say I was going to penetrate you somewhere one time or another didn't I?" he trailed off suggestively, cocking a blonde brow upwards. His lips curled into a feral grin. "What about now?"

I felt my heart stop before sinking down into my stomach in defeat. My fingers clutched onto the long-sleeved pajama shirt I wore, my knuckles whitening from my tight grip. The wall behind me must have had a mold of my body at this point from the way I tried to dig into it, hoping I would go through. Mariya looked beastly and I was not eased by the fact that I was his prey.

Something clawed at the back of my throat—something primal and surging with energy. It was unwelcome, uncomfortable, and unknown. "Seriously, stop it," I snapped at him warningly. Where did that angry voice even come from? He looked unfazed at my words. "Mariya, I won't tell you again—"

And with that, I was trapped.

Amber swarmed my vision. I turned my face away from him, uncomfortable with Mariya being only inches away from me. My eyes trailed over his arms, both of which encased the sides of my head. It was odd that he was shorter than me yet so incredibly intimidating. He came only up to my nose in the beginning of the year. Now, though, I see he has reached my eyes.

I felt his warm breath tickle the shell of my ear. "I don't remember," he said quietly, one of his hands moved to grasp my chin tightly, forcing me to look into his eyes, "allowing you to call me by my first name." The tips of our noses were almost brushing. I couldn't breathe. I felt the familiar pricks arise on my skin, a sure indicator of hives but I stayed silent. "And I certainly don't like being patronized by someone like you," Mariya said, brushing a thumb over my lower lip. "So," he let go of me very suddenly, his voice turning cold, "What shall I do with you?"

I couldn't say anything.

I felt fingers brush over my shoulder, but I didn't move because I knew they weren't there.

Don't worry Kana-chan. It'll feel good, I promise.

They ran down my arm, barely there, like a whisper.

What will sempai?

Smoothing over the small of my back, pulling me closer.

Just trust me. I'll make it feel good I—

I closed my eyes. The world was silent. We stayed like that for a very long time and I listened to the low hum of the bathroom, the occasional muffled, high-pitched voice that spoke from the other room or from the hallway, the inhale and exhale of Mariya's breaths. Eventually, he let out a curt sigh and motioned to the door. "Just leave so I can take my bath in peace," he said. I opened my eyes.

I didn't need to be told twice.

I shut the door behind me as quietly as I could and sat on my bed. The clock read 6:00 P.M., and it would be another thirty minutes until dinner was served. I didn't feel very hungry so I got underneath the covers and closed my eyes.

I didn't feel like anything at all, really.

And that's it! As you can see, it's completely different and so will the next chapters.

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