Not a fan of Royalty (Ryoma Echizen)

I awoke the following morning feeling like I'd been stabbed repeatedly with pins and needles. Grumbling about my horrible luck, I took a shower and tugged on my uniform looking disgusted.

And, it wasn't the skirt that bugged me. Oh, no. Skirts I could live with, I wore them more often then you'd think.

It was the color! A dreaded sea green that clashed with everything else about me.

"Whoever chose this color needs to go to some AA meetings," I grumbled as I dug through my bag for some bandages. Finding three, I placed them on their respective places on my cheek, stomach, and right shoulder.

"Hey, Hikkaku! Ready?" Tomoka asked from my dooryway.

"Yeah, hold on just a..." I slung my bag over my shoulder and stood. "We off?"

She smiled slightly. "Yeah, let's go."

Maybe five minutes later I wandered through Seigaku middle school to room 2, where I stood by the teacher's desk, rather unsure.

The bell rang, and the students flooded in, along with a teacher.

"Ah, you must be Hikkaku-san! Go ahead and sit wherever," she said dismissively. I shrugged and sat in the back corner next to a boy with blue green hair and brown eyes.

"School sucks ass," I sighed, switching from Japanese to English to avoid anyone understanding me. So I was quite surprised when Mr. Blue Hair replied. In English.

"You got that right."

I glanced over. "You... understand what I'm saying?"

I mean, sure, we had English class, but no one should be that advanced...

"Yeah. I lived in the states for a while," he explained before we both fell silent.
Class ended for lunch a little after noon, and I stood slowly brushing my hair from my face.

"You know where you're going?" Mr. Blue Hair asked, sticking to English.

I followed suite. "No idea. And my luck's so bad I've got a snowball's chance in hell of finding it on my own."

He chuckled slightly and beckoned for me to follow. As we walked I looked over and smiled ever so slightly. "I'm Hikkaku Osakada, by the way. What's your name, Mr. Blue Hair?"

He opened his mouth as if to respond, but he was cut off by a familiar voice.

"Eee! Ryoma-kun, sit with me!"

And there was Tomoka, smiling and waving. I couldn't help but feel slightly offended.

"Bitch, doesn't even say hi to her cousin," I complained before looking over. "So it's Ryoma, eh? Got a last name?"

A small laugh left his lips. "Echizen. Ryoma Echizen."

I smirked. "Bond. James Bond."

He rolled his eyes and pulled a lunch from seemingly nowhere.

I cursed and slapped myself in the forehead. "I knew I forgot something this morning!"

Ryoma looked at his lunch, then looked at me. "I guess I could spare some."

I laughed as he led me to a table full of what looked like upperclassmen.

"Hey, it's Ochibi!" one grinned, then spotted me. "And he found himself a girlfriend!"

I scratched my uninjured cheek as Ryoma kept his cool. "I'm not his girlfriend, but your pointing out of my female presence shows that your envious of my being here with him."