• Chaos.
    This would be the first word to come to mind for Ryouta Public High School's morning General Arts class. The group of students, ranging in age from 16 to 18 years old, were out of control. The teacher was escorting the cause of the trouble, along with the victem, to the principals office.
    17 year old Kazuhirou Kurue was glad to leave the crowded confines of the class room, and walked happily beside the old woman. Kazuhirou was fairly tall for his age and had sandy grey hair and eyes. He wore a long sleeved, black shirt that hung off is pale shoulders, black skinnney jeans, and white boots. Multiple silverchains decorated his wrists and neck and a silver head piece - that looked rather like a tiara - was placed sideways on his head. His fingernails were expertly painted black.
    Kazuhirou was not the victem of the prank that had caused the chaos in his class. That would be the short, 16 year old waklking beside him, his medium length, black hair fixed over his right eye, where there would definately be a bruise later. The boy's name was Ren Yoshiyuki, and he was the new student from Tokyo.
    Ren distractidly played with the hem of his black and white, striped polo shirt. He glanced at his black cargo shorts and red convers, wishing that the teacher hadn't overreacted to the prank. Getting a bit more nervous as they switly approached the office, he started picking at the messy, black nail polish on his finger nails.
    Once at the office, Ren was instructed to teh Nurse while Kazuhirou lazily plopped into a seat int he waiting room. Already anticipating the sweet relief of suspension.
    "Again?" a girl's voice rang. Kazuhirou looked at her.
    The blond stood, irritatingly, over him, her emerald green eyes narrowed in annoyance. She wore a red, traditional-looking dress. It's sleeves bellowed largele, and had yellow and blue butterflies printed on it.
    "Ya know," she said, tapping a sandal clad foot. "It's ugly to ignore people who are talking to you Kurue."
    "Then why don't you get Flat Chest?" Kazuhirou said, grinning slightly. The girl stomped her foot and left, leaving Kazuhirou with the scowling Principal, who had just appeared in the door way to his office.