A/N: Yeah. Something new I guess. Hehehe. This one happened pre-anime, so no spoilers.

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Track 1: Collision

She crossed her arms and refused to let him intimidate her. Like he did to almost everybody at their school. This boy with his heavy artillery, his bleach blonde hair and his little black notebook. "You're not wearing your uniform properly." She stated, leveling out her voice, hoping that perhaps if she was calm the boy would listen to her.

He spared her a glance. "You again." He sneered. "What are you? A member of the fucking fashion police?"

"Hi-ruma..." the gentle Kurita whispered, shakily beside him. She never knew why a kind boy like him would hang out with him.

"No." She replied. "I'm a member of the school disciplinary committee. It's my job."

"Your job? So it's your fucking job to nag everybody?" He said with a smirk. "Huh? Fucking girl?"

Her eyes narrowed at the profanity-sweetened statement. "Please don't call me that. And please wear your tie."

He faced her fully now and leaned in closer. "Make me."

A triumphant smile grazed her lips as her hand pulled a tie from her skirt's pocket. Swiftly she placed it around his neck, tying it skillfully and remembering to pull it extra tightly. His slight choke did not escape her attention. "There. Doesn't that look nicer... Hiruma...-kun" She turned in her heels a satisfied expression on her face.

One battle won.