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“Wow, she’s really full of it,” Loreil said, grinning slightly to let Tamiko know that she was joking. “But she seems pretty cool. What about you? What’s your opinion of Swaya?”

Loreil rested her head on her hands, waiting for Tamiko’s response—who looked to be really thinking about her response—when she remembered a conversation that had started similarly from years before.

“So, Loreil, what about you? What’s your opinion of the new Alpha Female?” he had asked, leaning closer to hear.

“I don’t know. She’s a good fighter, obviously. But… her eyes make me shudder. It’s like she’s insane.” Loreil shifted, dropping her voice at her last words.

“Agreed,” he murmured. “But that’s what you’re here for. Remember, find her weak spot.”

She nodded. “But then, my opinion never counted did it?” She said loudly, looking over his shoulder.

He smirked. “No it didn’t,” he said, just as loud. “Good Wolf. You’re learning.”

Then he turned. “Why, hello, I didn’t see you there,” he greeted the newcomer. She grinned, showing sharp teeth.

“Teaching the pup? Good work. They all need to learn they’re place,” she hissed as she leered at Loreil.

Loreil lowered her head respectfully and took a polite step back. The woman laughed.

“We’ll definitely keep this one. She knows, and accepts it.” The woman reached over and roughly patted her on the back, almost sending her flying into a puddle.

“That she does,” he said, winking behind the woman’s back.

Loreil hid a smirk. This woman was no ordinary Wolf. She was dangerous—like a dog with rabies, ready to go insane at any time.

The Alpha Female needed to be put down.

Loreil blinked as someone snapped their fingers in front of her face. She looked up to see Tamiko.

“Sorry, I guess I kinda spaced out there…” Loreil said sheepishly.

Walking down the hall with Loreil after class, Tamiko talked about her family and how they worked in the outer districts to make ends meet.

They were the only people she truly cared about.

Suddenly Loreil stopped short and held up her hand in a gesture for Tamiko to do the same.

"Listen!" she said, "Do you hear that?"

Curious, Tamiko listened, but all she could hear were the usual sounds of a school-day ending: chairs being scraped back in classrooms, lockers being banged shut and kids calling out invitations to each other to meet up later.

Lifting an eyebrow, Tamiko looked at Loreil, who had not changed her position.

"What is it?" she asked. She didn't really know why she was whispering.

In answer, Loreil took two strides over to the nearest door and pulled it open.

Tamiko saw an ironic grin spread itself over her face.

Walking up next to Loreil, she peered in over her shoulder (she was several inches shorter then Loreil) at the room beyond.

"Hey, isn't that Swaya?" she asked, "I didn't think she was the type to practice martial arts."

"No," Loreil replied, "Me neither."

There was a strange tone to her voice.

Tamiko glanced at her face.

She looked............relieved??

Loreil glanced at Tamiko before pulling the door open and walking inside the dojo. She pulled Tamiko along with her.

When Swaya had finished one exercise, Loreil started clapping.

Swaya turned to look, surprised.

"You're really good," Loreil said. "How long have you been doing this?"

At hearing Swaya's answer, Loreil smiled.

"I guessed as much."

"Is that you're natural hair color?" Tamiko asked.

"N-no, I... I had it dyed..."

In less than ten minutes? Now why would anyone do that? Loreil thought sarcastically with a grin. She had already figured out that blue was Swaya's natural hair color, and why she tried to keep it secret.

"Hey, why don't you and me have a dual?" Loreil asked suddenly.

Name: Kris Souh
Username: Storm The wicked
Age: 17
Grade: 2nd year High school Student
Bio: After 17 long years hoping to find her Long lost bother. She only has a picture to help her. Her mother had told stories of Tamaki and her father kept an update on him every year, but when this American teen to go to Japan to find her bother. She gets a scholorship to Ouran from her dad, but she has to live on her own until Tamaki knows the truth. Can this blue- eyed blond find her purple- eyed twin.

swaya went back to the bath room and die her hair again. well i have to go now. she left the people in the dojo and went to her next classes were she had it with tamaki. the tamaki fan girls was swaya walking in. no way. it swaya the American idol.
hi every one.

swaya looked over to tamaki.
no way tamaki.
do i know you.
it me swaya we met in France.
oh my god little swaya.
that's me. i grow my hair out.
i see it looks better.
thank you.
tamaki looked at his sister.
this is my friend from France.

no i am sorry. walks away with tamaki and his sister.
so tamaki what are you doing lately.
the same thing like always.
do you want to come to my concert.
sure why not. looks to his sister, do you wan to come too.
here you go back stage passes ok.

After leaving the library Tamiko headed down the hall towards classroom 2C, where she had left her bag.

She entered the empty classroom and went over to her desk at the back. Lifting her bag off the floor she slipped her books inside. As she was pulling the cords tight she glanced over at Loreil's empty desk and felt a pang of worry. She'd only known Loreil for a few days, but Tamiko felt she already knew enough about her to know that she wouldn't just disappear.

She slumped into her chair.

"What's this?" she murmured, leaning over towards Loreil's desk.

On the top left corner of the desk an intricate design of inter-looping circles had been etched with the legend White Wolves inscribed beneath.

Tamiko ran a finger along the swirling lines. "That's vandalism."
she said, twisting her lips in a wry smile.

As if she cared.

The hallway was quite silent now, most of the kids having already gone home. "You really should stop thinking about them as kids," she remonstrated to herself "They are your own age after all."

Suddenly she smelled a sharp metallic scent in the air that seemed to scratch at the back of her throat.

It reminded her of................

In a half-stupor Tamiko followed the scent, filling more and more with dread as the smell became stronger.

Finally, hardly knowing how she had gotten there, she found herself in front of a closed door at the end of the hallway.

Looking down at the doorknob Tamiko saw what resembled smeared blood.

"Oh God," she prayed, "Please let me find an empty room."

Taking a deep breath, Tamiko turned the knob and opened the door.......