A/N: Okay, so this was actually finished BEFORE the most recent chapter of Bus Tickets. I just wanted to see if you guys would freak out over my supposed absence. Guess not. -le sob- But moving on~! I got this plot idea from watching...can you believe it...Bewitched! You know the part where Isabel's dad talks about how she's hiding who she really is. Oh I was watching the movie not the series, though both are total love in my eyes!! Of course, and as always, Natsuo helped bring this idea to life with her lovely plot developments! I hope that you guys will love this one as much as you loved Bus Tickets. It's told in Fai's POV, so tell me how I'm doing with that.

On that note, Fai's thoughts are very (VERY) scattered for a good reason. A reason that will be revealed later on. Enjoy~!

Summary: If you were in my shoes, what would you do?

Warnings: Well...mentions of Shonen-ai (Ha! She can do dat?!), and sinful amounts of CLAMP partying (she's not lying here buddy!)...What? No swearing? ('Fraid not...O.O)

Arc 1: Our Differences

Chapter 1

I live in a world where being unique is practically a crime, punishable by discrimination. Where having innate talents like telekinesis or elemental manipulation is an invitation to be treated like an outcast.

That's right. I live in a world where magic is controlled and non-magical humans are the ones at the top of the food chain. I don't know when it happened, but somewhere along the lines of history magic became a thing to be feared. The world leaders decided to try to control all magical humans. I'm not sure what there is to fear, or what there is to hate about people like me, but apparently it helps the non-magical humans sleep sounder at night.

In your world you had a time kind of like this one. That time right before the Civil Rights Movement. Right before they put all the different races in one school and did away with the Jim Crow Laws. Well, I guess the story I'm wanting to tell is, actually, right in the middle of the Civil Rights Movement for you guys, because I want to tell you about my first year in a desegregated school.

I was seventeen at the time, and of course a magical human.

I was separated from my twin brother and had been unable to see him since I entered High School.

And I was about to learn what it meant to be an active member of the life I'd been given...

I was going to learn how to make friends...

How to accept other people...

How to change the course of destiny...

And most of all, I was going to learn how to love with all my heart...

"Ashura," I called down the stairs. "Where's my uniform?"

I heard him pause, "It's in your closet behind your formal robe."

Ashura was my adopted father. That twin I mentioned earlier lives with my real mother and father in a country hundreds of miles away from me for reasons I don't feel like disclosing. Ashura has many amazing talents like cooking, painting and object foresight. No matter where something is he can see it. I find it fascinating, he says it's a pretty common power. He can do other things too, like most other wizards, but he tries to do things the non-magical way mostly. Ashura makes me do things the non-magical way too, his excuse is that it builds character.

I pushed my formal wear aside and found it. How could I have missed it? I shrugged and threw it on my bed. Sometimes it's best not to dwell on the small things, I told myself as I tossed my pajams to the chair that sat in the far corner of my room. I dressed quickly, feeling apprehensive and nervous about this whole day.

It was my first day of my junior year of High School. A year that would be carried out in a magical and non-magical integrated school. It had a middle school and a high school. In separate buildings of course. Even if it weren't an integrated school it would be stupid to put such age groups together. It's actually pretty stupid to put a bunch of high schoolers together...in my opinion at least.

I shook my head, shaking off those strange thoughts with it.

"Don't forget the bracelet," he reminded me as his spatula scraped the bottom of the frying pan.

"Oh..." I looked under my messy blanket, under my pillows and my discarded clothes. "Right...Um...Ashura?"

"Top of your dresser," he shouted. Sometimes I swear he's a mind reader. I opened my mouth to thank him. "You're welcome!"

I slipped the silver band over my hand to settle on my wrist. I turned it around in the sunlight.

These bracelets were issued by the school. They were given to magical students who were at risk. At risk meaning that students like me, who had 'too much' power to not be a liability to the school. The bracelets bound the magic inside of students like me to keep too much from coming out while the bracelet was on. I don't think that they thought the design through too much. If it was this easy to put it on, wouldn't it be just as easy to take off if you wanted to unleash your awesome fury upon some unsuspecting non-magical student?

God I was getting side tracked.

I slung my book bag over my shoulder and walked down stairs to the mini-dining room to have breakfast with Ashura.

I took the bus to school, and of course to minimize the dangers already included in an integrated school they sent different buses for magical students. It was more convenient anyway. Most magical people lived in the same area to begin with. Me and Ashura lived beyond the train tracks, our house was...well actually a duplex, but nice considering most real estate agencies refused to help us. We had to find this house by driving around after he took me in.

As soon as I stepped on the bus my bracelet went from loose and comfortable to tight and surprising. My first instinct was to try to take it off when it started to constrict my wrist. Once I realized that this was how they kept us magical students from taking off our bracelets, I stopped trying to take it off. I had to have looked pretty stupid because a boy a couple seats away from the bus doors laughed at me. So, naturally, I sat next to him.

"Hello," he greeted after his short fit with laughter had subsided. "I'm Fuuma."

He had short, spiky black hair and round glasses. He looked kind and almost familiar to me. I extended my hand.

"I'm Fai," I offered with a smile.

Fuuma was a nice guy. I found out that he was seventeen just like me, he liked the sounds of Miley Cyrus, and he had a boyfriend that was a non-magical human. He said the last one a little strangely though. Like he wasn't sure if it was true. I didn't press it, after all who was I to do that?

He was also nice enough to tell me that we had to go to an assigned classroom to get our schedules and the other things he mentioned that I couldn't remember. Our names were posted in alphabetical order in different hallways. So I was in classroom number...2134. I wondered about what was in there and realized that I wouldn't find out unless I went there...of course.

So I did. In that room there were a lot of people. Well, not a lot really. But there was a lot of magic.

For a school that was attempting to integrate magical and non-magical people, they sure did a good job of seperating us...

How odd.

I looked around the room as I made my way to an empty seat somewhere near the middle of the classroom. A lot of people in 2134 had their tattoos visible. Some were crawling across their cheekbones, smack dab in the center of their foreheads and one even had their tattoo snaking around his arm. It was quite impressive.

Oh wait. I didn't explain that did I?

When a magical child is born they have a tattoo. The tattoo shows their power type and their potential within that power type. Mine, for example is on my back, well across my back really, and it's power type is Ice (wind + water). So I can use either wind or water. The size of my tattoo is the reason why I have to wear a bracelet, though if it's detailed it's pretty much the same as being huge. My power has 'almost limitless potential', or so Ashura said.

"Since this is my first year teaching," the teacher, a lithe male with a long black ponytail, said cheerfully as he passed out our first day things. "You guys will have to be patient."

I opened the plastic bag he laid on my desk. Inside there was a rule book, a contract, two pencils (...huh?), three spare bracelets and a school pin. I pulled out the rule book and contract, curious to see what this school would subject us to.

I (insert name here) agree to all the terms stated in the Student Handbook...

It was pretty much your standard everyday student contract. There wasn't a word on there that made me raise my eyebrow in suspicion, surprisingly so. I flipped through the rulebook and saw that there was a section for magical students and a separate one for non-magical students. Somewhat weird.

"I need all of you to sign this and bring it back tomorrow," the teacher said. "Your parents have to sign it too."

I looked up at the front of the room and beyond my teacher's shoulder was his name, written in fancy, curly, loopy cursive. Mr. Ashura. I had thought that Ashura was an uncommon name, guess I was wrong. I put everything back in the bag and waited as Mr. Ashura passed out our schedules.

"Remember," he spoke in between calling out students' names. "That this will not be just your homeroom for the entire year. Only for the first quarter. After that you will either be switched into a class that's actually integrated or you will stay in here but receive different students. It all depends on what the school decides to do with you."

So this school's into uprooting students...? That's a little strange.

My first real class of the day was Basics of Magic, a requirement to graduate. Trust me, I already had the basics of magic. But apparently this was more for the non-magical students than for the magical ones. For one, non-magical students had to take it as well as magical students in order to find latent powers. Two, it gave us magical students an opportunity to be in an environment where we could gain experience in teaching others. And lastly, Basics of Magic was a class where discrimination wasn't allowed so it was an even playing field right off the bat!

In front of me there was a broad shouldered, tall boy with black spiky hair that reminded me a little bit of Fuuma. He was slouched over and hadn't said a word since I got in the classroom. It looked almost like he was waiting to pounce on some one and -

"You clumsy oaf!" a lanky boy screamed. "How dare you get in the way of the great Watanuki-sama! Bow down and kiss my feet and I might forgive you!"

"Hn," the other boy grunted plugging one of his ears with his pinky to block out the very loud boy's rant.

"Why you-!" he half threatened. I caught sight of his tattoo. It was in his eye and it gave his eye a gold-like look to it. That was first time I'd seen a magical tattoo in the eye. He must have been powerful. "I swear I'll wring your neck!"

"Be quiet," the stoic boy ordered looking no less fed up than he did a second ago.

"Fine!" Watanuki-sama conceded. "We'll settle this later, but only because class is about to start and I am more dignified than to hold up class with this argument."

Later? But the other boy didn't have a trace of magic that I could sense. How would they settle it later if they're from different sides? I felt intrigued by this but had no chance to feed my curiosity because the teacher walked in.

She was a tall, busty, beautiful woman with a dangerously low cut top. It seemed that from her leaked power, although she was wearing a bracelet too. The small silver trinket seemed only to be an accessory and had no real use of binding her powers to the point that the rest of us were. She sauntered in the room slowly, as if she were walking on the currents of air that was provided by the cranked up A/C.

"I am Yuuko," she spoke as slowly as she walked with as much attitude as well. "Your Basics of Magic teacher."

She wrote her name on the board and then passed out packets of paper to the first person in each row, "This is the course outline, but really this is just so that the School Board doesn't get mad at me for not making one of these."

Yuuko-san sat perched on the edge of her desk with her arms crossed. From behind her long sleeved red jacket I could see back coils on her wrists, and with how much power she was exuding, I would doubt that her whole body was covered in those same coils.

"You!" she pointed at Watanuki-sama. He jumped at the harshness of her tone. "Don't worry, he thinks of you the same way."

"W-what are you talking about?!" Watanuki-sama shouted as his face heated up.

"Your wish," Yuuko-san smiled knowingly and then nodded at the stoic boy from before. She turned around and walked over to the back corner of the room as the class outline got closer to me. "That's right, I am a wish seer, and I have foresight. So if you plan on making excuses in this class think again."

She strode over to me and tapped on my desk, "Get ready to meet fate."

I looked up at her questioningly with my head tilted, "What?"

She nodded as the boy in front of me turned around to drop the outline on my desk. He looked up at me and I held my breath. He was nothing like Fuuma. Dark red eyes. Deep tan skin. Oh, nothing like Fuuma at all. He stared for a second and then started to glare at me.

"Stop staring at me," he ordered gruffly.

"Sorry," I apologized feeling a streak of mischief run through me. "But you're so attractive, that I'm afraid that's impossible Fate-san!"

End of Warmest Wishes

A/N: Well, I didn't expect to bring Kuro-tan in so late in the chapter. But I have to say that his entrence was a lot of fun to write! Don't worry. We'll get more on this scene next chapter and we'll get to see some of what Fai was talking about in his little introduction. I didn't really include it in here since the magical and non-magical kids were so segregated. So, just hold on for the real world of this fic. I hope you guys like it. It took me a while to really write this, but I'm happy with how it turned out.

Preview of Next Chapter: "...'Man! Kamui's gonna kick his ass!' one boy yelled as he leaned over my table. I heard loud voices, obscene language and a lot of pounding on the surface of the tables but I didn't feel the least bit upset by it until I heard Fuuma's voice over the din..."