A music fairy with blond hair and purple eyes was humming a peaceful tune as he floated above the trees in the quiet grounds of Seiso Academy. Lili was happy that there were no animals, especially birds, disturbing him, thinking that he was food. He enjoyed times like this while it lasted as it was quite rare; some time that day, there would come a distraction and ruin his mood.

Lili flew to the nearest tree branch to lie on his back and take a small nap, when a loud shout rang out, startling him.

"W—What was that?" Lili asked himself baffled, searching for the source of the noise with questioning eyes until it landed on a certain lavender-haired Third Year.

He raised an eyebrow, descending a bit to float beside the panicked senior. It was unusual to see the usually composed Azuma Yunoki panicked; it was even more rarer to see him ruffle his silky locks as though he didn't care the slightest about his looks.

"G—Gotta h—hide. S—Scary fan-girls on the l—loose!" Azuma muttered, fidgeting nervously on his ground as he looked around him in alarm. He kept on glancing at his sides continuously that he eventually felt dizzy, making Lili question about his sanity.

Yep, Lili thought with a nod, something is definitely wrong with him. This is the first time I've seen him act this way! Nonetheless, stutter. Stutter!

Lili flew in front of Azuma, one tiny hand touching the lavender-haired senior's forehead to check his temperature. He flew a small distance away from Azuma in fear that he might fall on top of him, as Azuma was literally trembling and couldn't stand on his two legs properly.

Whatever it is that had happened surely affected his personality, Lili thought with an examining gaze. He made a mental note to approach Kahoko Hino later that day to ask for help in "curing" the mentally unstable male.

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Shoko Fuyuumi wasn't an aggressive and impatient person. As a matter of fact, she was the exact opposite: calm, shy, polite and patient.

But there certainly was something wrong with her on one fine day. She started acting the opposite of who she really was. Shoko's quiet voice suddenly became loud, she became an outgoing person, she began smiling and was actually not quivering, or blushing the slightest tinge of pink at that, whenever she spoke to another student.

No matter how interesting to see the teal-haired First Year like that, there was a down side to it: Shoko was temperamental.

They all thought that it was her "time of the month", but when one girl in their class said that Shoko had "it" last week, they began to doubt if she was the real Shoko or if she was "kidnapped" and "replaced" by a lookalike.

Which was all entirely false.

They would never know what was wrong with her, and neither would she as she thought that it was "normal" of her to act this way. In her eyes, this was her personality.

Shoko groaned in irritation, setting the music sheets in her hand on the piano rather violently. She had been trying countless times on playing the clarinet, but a certain someone kept on snoring and annoying the crap out of her; making her lose her beloved concentration.

Glaring at the innocent-looking cerulean-haired Music Student, who happened to be the Len Tsukimori, Shoko stomped to the sleeping male, grabbed him by the collar and shook him roughly.

"Listen, Tsukimori-senpai, wake up now or I'll have to wake you up the painful way!" hissed Shoko, still shaking the poor violinist awake.

Len stirred ever so slightly, eyebrows twitching and eyes fluttering slowly as he started to wake. He stared groggily at his Junior before prying her hands off his collar with one swift movement and sitting up with a hunched back. He rubbed his drowsy eyes with the back of his hand and, in an affable manner, bowed to Shoko, muttering a "Good morning, Fuyuumi."

" 'Good morning' my ass," growled Shoko to herself, standing up straight to take her belongings which were lying atop the elegant piano and leave the room. She carried her instrument case containing her clarinet as if she were pulling a ship by rope, and closed the door behind her, but not before reminding Len to "not to fall asleep again".

Everybody that she came across with at the hallways quickly went out of the way in fear that they would be the ones to have a taste with her wrath.

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Ryotaro Tsuchiura was in the middle of the football fields, standing. He was supposed to be running around, chasing the bouncy ball and scoring goals for his team, alas he wasn't.

He just stood there, like an idiot waiting for Christmas to come.

One midfielder was kicking the ball across the field, searching for someone to pass the ball to as he was being chased by the rival team. He had spotted Ryotaro and decided to pass it to him as he was one of the best players in their team.

"You, forward!" he called out, but it seemed that the pianist was spacing out. With a resigned sigh, he tried once more, "Tsuchiura!"

Ryotaro looked at the shouting teammate in horror. He couldn't be serious!

"Catch!" With a strong kick, the ball came flying to Ryotaro's direction.

Ryotaro didn't know what to do. How was he supposed to play this sport again? He watched as the ball landed in front of him and, with a cheer from him teammates and disgruntled groans from the rival team, he kicked the ball . . .

. . . only to miss by a few centimetres, making the ball roll off and get taken away by an opposing team member.

"Damn it, Tsuchiura!" one of his teammates growled, irked by the pianist's atypical behaviour.

Junnosuke, his best buddy, was piqued at the green-haired male's odd behaviour. What was becoming of their ace? Was he sick or something of that sort? Because he was sure as Hell that this wasn't the Ryotaro Tsuchiura they all knew and treated like a brother.

Junnosuke jogged his way to Ryotaro, giving the pianist a light pat at the back of his shoulder and earning an uncharacteristic squeak. He raised a brow that asked "Are you really all right, man?"

"I—I'm s—s—sorry, Sasaki, but I'm n—not feeling w—well," stuttered Ryotaro, blushing a delicious shade of red in embarrassment.

Junnosuke sighed, completely convinced that the pianist wasn't acting. Ryotaro was, after all, a bad actor, especially in acting like a shy girl like one Shoko Fuyuumi . . .

" 'K, man. Go home, get some shut eye and come back tomorrow all better, hm? I'm gonna tell Buchou that you went home, sick, on your behalf," Junnosuke said in a concerned tone, squeezing Ryotaro's left shoulder in a comforting way.

Ryotaro nodded, replying with an almost inaudible "Thanks" before running off to the changing rooms.

Junnosuke watched his best friend ran . . . in a girly way that gave him shivers.

Uh-huh, Tsuchiura is totally sick.

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Kazuki Hihara's friends didn't know what to do. Heck, they didn't even know how to approach the trumpeter without getting on his nerves, being glared at, or even called a "hindrance". He wasn't his usual self, everybody knew that.

Actually, everybody had been quite suspicious of the concourse participants' behaviours; they were all acting like each other! So far, they had noticed that Kazuki was like Len, Ryotaro was like Shoko, and Len was like Keiichi. The rest? They weren't so sure.

The girls from the "Azuma Yunoki Fan Club" were crying rivers around the school. They had stated that their beloved prince was avoiding them; staring at them with such fright that at the very sight of them he would flee.

And Kazuki's friends? They had lost their courage in approaching the trumpeter.

"Hey, Hihara!" Hiroto Kanazawa called out, mildly sprinting to Kazuki's direction. He was holding a couple of papers which, Kazuki assumed, to have something to do with the him and the concourse participants.

"What is it?" Kazuki asked, stopping to listen to whatever the Music teacher had to say. He unconsciously clutched the handle of his instrument case tightly, his knuckles turning white. Hurry up, he thought with impatience.

Hiroto halted in wonder, gaping at the now grumpy trumpeter before him. Did he hit his head while running to school this morning? The cold demeanour of Kazuki reminded him so much of a certain Second Year brat.

"What?" Kazuki grunted, brows twitching as the Music teacher maintained gaping at him as though he was an alien.

"N—Nothing," replied Hiroto sheepishly. "Are you feeling all right?" he asked out of pure concern, putting a hand to Kazuki's forehead to check his temperature. Normal, Hiroto inwardly sighed.

"Yes, Kanazawa-sensei," answered Kazuki in exasperation, slapping Hiroto's hand away from his face. "What is it that you need me for?"

" . . . " Something is wrong with him today. " 'I need you' to give these papers to the other concourse participants. Well now, I'm counting on you, Hihara!"

"Ah," said Kazuki monotonously, taking the papers in Hiroto's hand hesitantly. He bowed in respect to Hiroto before stating his departure and leaving the dumbstricken teacher behind.

Definitely hit his head, Hiroto concluded.

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For the first time in many years, Keiichi Shimizu was wide awake. For the first time in many years, Keiichi smiled cheerfully, greeting his classmates with such happiness that they began asking themselves if they were dreaming or not.

And for the first time in many years, Keiichi actually talked in a "normal" tone, not in his "sleepy" and "slow" tone.

Keiichi Shimizu was practising his treasured cello at the rooftop, a pleased smile plastered on his angelic face. He loved to practise at the rooftop; it was his favourite place in the whole academy. Nobody really went to this place so he was assured that nobody would be able to distract during practise.

He sighed sadly when he hit a wrong note in his cello.

Looks like I still have to practise more.

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Lili found Kahoko Hino with Azuma Yunoki inside one of the Music Department's many soundproof rooms. He had been searching for the redhead for almost two hours now, and to think that she would be hanging out with Seiso's Prince! That was unusual.

Lili raised a brow, scratching the back of his head as he thought: If I stayed with Azuma Yunoki earlier, I might've found her with no problem at all. But, observing the two with calculating eyes, Lili continued, I never knew she had the "hots" for Mr. Purple.

The fata flew to Kahoko's direction with urgency, seeing her flirt with the Third Year made him want to throw up. Kids these days.

"Kahoko Hino! Kahoko Hino!" Lili yelled overhead, hitting the General Education student's head with his wand. "Kahoko Hino!" he screamed in her ear to get her attention.

Kahoko cringed, glaring coolly at the small fairy beside her. "Lili . . ." she whispered dangerously, venom dripping from her tone that made Lili fly some distance away from her, "wait."

She smiled seductively at the whimpering Third Year, twirling her index finger at his lavender locks. She leaned over him, her body pressing onto the feminine male's own, and purred in his ear, "Wait a while, my sweet," before retracting herself and walking towards Lili.

Lili was blushing madly, the same could be said with Azuma as he almost immediately fell to his knees, and was shaking his head with such haste that Kahoko thought it would snap.

Azuma had fainted a short while after.

"So, what did you want?" Kahoko asked with a sparkling smile, making Lili shrink back with unease. He didn't like the new Kahoko Hino; where was the real her? Why, in God's glory, did it have to be her, of all people!

"W—Well," Lili gulped, feeling that he wasn't able to look the redhead straight in the eyes, "I w—was looking for you . . . to t—talk to you about him."

" 'Him'?" the Gen Ed student raised a brow, daring the fata to continue.

"Azuma Yunoki!" Lili panted and was sweating violently as though he had ran a mile marathon. He raised his voice, mortified that he had the urge to interrogate the redhead, "He's acting different! You're acting different! What happened?"

"Different?" There was a strange glow in Kahoko's eyes that made Lili yelp in surprise. This "new Kahoko" was enough to scare the crap out of him. "Lili, we're not acting differently. This is our "normal" selves. Are you sure you're not hallucinating?"

"Am not!" argued Lili, gripping his wand so hard that he thought it would break. "And that's not the real you! Neither is he!" he exclaimed with an indication of his head to the unconscious Azuma on the ground.

"Well, I don't see anything diff—" Kahoko was cut off with a malicious giggle and a bright light. She covered her bullion orbs with her arm, shielding them from the blinding light.

Lili's eyes widened as he spotted a familiar figure as the light disappeared. "You," he gritted his teeth dangerously, snarling at the amused fairy before him.

sorry for the late update, i'm busy nowadays. but i still hope you like this. :-) please share your thoughts with me, and thank you for reading!