Ack, I'm late again! It's just that I have two stories now and I have to alternate between them... But I'm still active! And I'm no good with the first scene! Please tell me if I made a mistake or anything!

Translator's notes:

Yanki: A delinquent

In case anyone's wondering, someone usually introduces themselves in an anime and/or manga as (First name), (Family name, First Name).

-Hikari-chama

POV: Hikari

I'm blushing. Blushing... I'm blushing?! No. That can't be true,... right? Need to hide it, I need to hide it. Acting instincts in one..., two..., three. Internal blush. Start squirming.

"Woah, 'scuse me... I didn't mean...," Gill gets up in a hurried fashion. I sit up with a twitching face. Seeing my irritated expression, he cowards back a bit. I also get up and dust myself off.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," I say with a sigh. Lucky for me, the picture is still in my hands, "but really, be my butler and I'll give this back to you..."

He looks hesitantly at the girly Gill picture, and groans,"Does it have to be that, though? Can't I do something else...?"

"You can be a maid."

"...! No! That's even worse!"

"Then be my butler. That or I'll put this in the school newspaper."

"You don't even know if the news club will post it."

"I... have my ways," A glint pasts by my unchanging eyes. I have some methods of blackmail that scare even the toughest of the yanki.

"Egh..., f-fine..."

"Hmph, good choice," I toss the photo on the floor. Gill scrambles to the ground to it. He puts his photo into his pocket.

"Yeah, 'bout that little deal... I refuse!" he triumphantly declares. My eyes pop a little bit, but I'm prepared for anything.

"Oh, too bad," I pull out the stack of copies. A nice, neat stack of Gill-chan photos. I wave it in his face,"Just keep the promise and obey everything I say and we'll keep this to ourselves."

"When... H-how...?"

"My Obaa-san taught me every trick she knows. Never underestimate females."

"Damn, I should have shredded that photo."

I disapprove his statement.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Two hours have passed already. Why aren't they here yet?" Gill paces around his room and checks his watch. I sigh at him. It now has become a routine. Pace for ten minutes then look at watch. Start pacing again, look at watch...

"Calm down, they'll be here in a moment," I grunt in annoyance. As if on cue, I hear Luke scream.

"HEY! We're here!" he hollers. Gill dashes out to open the front door so quickly, I could barely see his figure fly out. I get off of his bed and saunter out his room. I cross my arms and sigh again. There it is, a large crowd outside of the house.

"How are you all going to fit inside...?" I affirm that Gill's average-sized room cannot fit all of these teenagers at once,"Well?"

"...," nobody in the crowd answers my question. I then look at Gill for suggestions.

"How about... the inn?" he suggests.

"That's fine," I glance at the crowd. Silent exchanges of agreement pass through the bunch. I grab my things - including the newly printed pieces of blackmail. I hide them well in my book bag.

"Okay, let's go."

The crowd starts getting loud as we head towards our destination. I follow them even though I've memorized the map of the surrounding areas. The crowd is talking, so Gill and I take the lead to the only inn in town. We stop at a building named Ocarina Inn. This is it.

"Utsugi-san, could you lead us in?" Gill looks over in the crowd.

"Sure!" I watch as a girl with orange braids approaches the building. Oh, it's Mai-san. I guess her parents own the inn.

"Mom, Dad! I'm home... with visitors..!" Mai runs into the building and starts explaining why we're all here. She speaks incredibly quickly. I barely understand what on earth she's saying. In a flash, she escorts us into the lobby and the class is seated at the tables..., and everywhere else...

Is it really okay for us to be strewn everywhere...?

"Make sure to work and don't get too loud. It would be a burden to people who are actually studying. Come ask me if you don't understand anything," I inform. Everyone murmurs in acceptance. I walk over to Mai-san's parents to apologize for suddenly bringing the study...'group' over here.

"Oh, no no. Don't worry. I think it's good that all of the kids are studying. Oh, I'm Utsugi Colleen by the way. This is my husband, Jake," she gestures to the grinning man behind the desk. They both have foreign names but their family name is Japanese. I don't say anything though.

"My! I haven't seen my daughter-or all of these kids-study so much! Say, girly, are you a miracle worker?" Jake laughs cheerfully.

"Hn, no. I'm just Ketsueki Yuuki's younger sister, Hikari. I moved in yesterday. It's nice to meet the both of you, and thank you for letting us study here," I bow respectfully.

"It's nice to meet you too. Thank you for getting them to actually work. Must have been hard to get everyone so serious!"

"It wasn't that hard. The only I had to do is finish a two-inch stack of work in an hour. It was the easiest thing I ever did."

"Wow! Well, please keep it up! The school needs more kids like you!" They both praise my work and leave the scene. I inwardly grimace at the attention the two just gave me. Not that I despise them, I just really don't like the interest. I walk over to the seat next to Gill... Suddenly I remember something... Ange. She's an angel, so she'll find us, right? Yeah, she will... Deep in thought, I drum my fingers on the table.

"U-um...!" a girl with long blue braids suddenly approaches me. She opens her mouth to speak but hesitates.

"How may I help you...?" I sigh. She starts to fiddle with her skirt end. I continue,"First off... Please tell me your name."

"...K-Kotomi. My name is... Sh-Shizuka Kotomi... E-everyone just calls me K-Kotomi," she stutters, a bit too quietly for my liking.

"Alright... Kotomi-san. What is it you need...?"

"...," she doesn't answer. I raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Hm, are you having trouble with any part of your studies?"

"...!" she startles and shakes her head rapidly. I scoot back a bit. I see her take a deep breath,"Uh...! A-aren't you that model on my favorite magazine..! ?"

I jump back a bit at how loudly she managed to speak. She holds up a few magazines with, surely enough, me on the cover. She covers her face with them and quivers a bit. I take a glimpse at Gill and I see him staring at the little books. Everyone else is staring, too.

"Oh. Yeah, I was," I soon as I said that, everyone rushes to my table. Random comments and questions are being said as my eye twitches,"Quiet...! Let me speak to the person who first asked me!"

Everyone moves out of the way and sits down at the surrounding area. Gill, Kotomi-san, and especially me are relieved. Kotomi-san looks like she was about to faint.

"Y-you really are my favorite model... M-my little sister has been away for a few months in Tokyo for some amatuer modeling..., s-so I thought I would buy some magazine issues in secret. I was interested in the cooler type of clothing so I found these," she motions to the stack she shoved in front of me earlier," When I saw y-you on the cover I-I thought 'She's my age and she does her job so professionally...', and I admire you a lot for that. B-before I knew it, I subscribed to all of your magazines... You've always been my inspiration for making clothes..."

Little do I know, I'm actually kind of touched to be someone's inspiration. I know perfectly well that I have many fans, but it feels like Kotomi a special one. I pat her head briefly with a small smile. I feel awkward as I am, well, anti-social.

"...Thank you for being a fan. Even though I've stopped modeling, I guess you still support me, huh...?" I thank her sincerely and see her smile widely. To tell the truth I stopped being a model as soon as I heard my parents died. Aniki had kept every issue of the magazines I was in. It's embarrassing, really.

"W-would you like to come over an see the clothes I made...?" Kotomi says confidently. She has a newly found spark in her I eye I hadn't seen when I first saw her in the classroom. Being the reluctant person I am, I hesitate to say 'yes'. But..., I obviously do have a heart, so I agree. Kotomi-san smiles even wider and rushes back to her studies.

The crowd dispands as I first notice the abandoned magazines on the table. I pick them up and examine them, looking at the titles: 'Heartbreaker', 'Kuro-neko', and 'Dark Summer'. The cover of Heartbreaker is a me in: knee-high black Victorian boots, a black shorty, a crimson red, middle-arm v-neck, and a pair of black, fingerless gloves. Accesories were: a red headband with a black-colored lotus flower and a small fake 'broken heart' tattoo under my right eye. An old quote of mine is printed in the corner. It says,"I'm not the one who gets a broken heart, I'm the one who makes them."

Dark Summer is me on the cover wearing a lacy gray sundress and holding a black parasol. Another quote reveals itself,"Sometimes the popular girl just wants to stay in the shadows." I look at Gill, which startles him at first. His expression - once in order again - turns annoyed. I raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What? Again, stop staring. It's rude," he snaps. I roll my eyes.

"What?" I echo,"I wasn't the one staring, you were."

"H-hmph... But," his expression turns a bit serious," that little 'incident' just now... Is it seriously true?"

"Take a look at it yourself," I toss the issue of Heartbreaker in his direction. He catches it swiftly and scans the cover. His brows raise up a bit and he sighs.

"I wonder what kind of past you really have..."

"...Trust me, you really don't want to."

"... I'll find out soon enough."

If I'm involved, that won't happen... Possibly...