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"Sayuri, what were you thinking?!"
Everyone in Mr. Sawatori's storywriting class turned to stare at Sayuri and Mr. Sawatori. Mr. Sawatori turned to quiet everyone, and place them back to their work, before he turned to Sayuri again.
"It's only been your first two weeks in this school, and you have already gotten yourself into some trouble? How is that possible?!"
Sayuri gave him a somewhat hurt look. "Mr. Sawatori, don't you think that's a bit pre-determined right there? The trouble part? It's not like I hurt the guy; though at the time, I really wish I had done so.."
"But that's not the point, Sayuri." said Mr. Sawatori quietly. "Zangief and Shingo are both very dangerous, and anything associated between those two has to be bad. You're here to study, if I remember correctly, and not get into trouble because of some bad judgement."
Sayuri spoke up in anger: "Who says it is bad judgement? You? Just because I live under your roof, Mr. Sawatori, does not mean that you have the right to say something I did was bad judgement."
"Actually, that gives me more than enough right to say that to you."
"Then say it all the you would like; but I will not listen to it, because I don't think it was a bad decision at all."
"You know, you're really kind of hopeless to talk to when you get all wriled up. Let's discuss this later, perhaps during dinner; k?"
Sayuri smiled. "Kay! I'll make my famous Taiyaki!"

Sayuri ran over to her desk area, and sat down after moving her backpack and folder off of her chair. She placed the folder on her lap, and edged closer to the desk, and placed her fingertips onto the typewriter that stood before her. She thought about a good story... a story that would mystify or at least capture the minds of others. At first, she thought something of magic and wonders would do nicely. Yet, when she thought further, suddenly a story about adventure and treasure was a greater idea. Then, when she was about to begin writing, a thought struck her. ...Or so she thought. Her friend, Agu, looked at her through eyes of confused annoyance. His bangs, though short, were covering a portion of his face.
Sayuri: "Agu, what's wrong?"
Agu: "Sayuri, you're being really quiet, and you haven't written yet. What's going on? You cant tell me!"
Sayuri smiled: "Ok. Just keep this quiet, ok? If Mr. Sawatori finds out that I told you about this, I'll never hear the end of it."
Agu chuckled, and flashed his dark brown eyes in agreement. Then Sayuri proceeded to tell him what had passed during lunch, and gave much emphasis on the part that Zangief was trying to grab her. After the story was completed, and sometimes during the story as well, Agu exlaimed "What were you thinking?" in a voice straining to be silent. He was staring with concern, and Sayuri noticed he looked kind of like Mr. Sawatori. It was a wierd coincidence that startled her at first, but after she got used to that thought (during the first five minutes), she didn't avoid eye contact anymore.

Agu: "Mr. Sawatori's right, you know. Those two are at the very center of many of the problems going on during school; the teachers and the prinipal, and even the security team are afraid of them! You really should be more careful."
Sayuri: "Aww, Agu, not you too. I would have thought you would have given me good advice."
Agu: "It is good advice. It's not my fault they're a tornado waiting to be unleashed."
Sayuri: "Maybe so..." She became very thoughtful just now. "...but maybe that could be something....I dunno... fun?"
Agu choked. "Fun?!"
Sayuri turned to check and see if Mr. Sawatori was looking, and was happy to see that he wasn't.
Sayuri: "Yes, fun. I didn't get to see that kind of excitement where I came from, except when I watched a Kung fumovie. Plus," She added with a small, cute wink to Agu. "I like to see guys move around."
Agu's eyes narrowed, and he blushed when she looked away. She was definitely heading for trouble, and he sighed as he looked at what she had just began typing. She had typed in the title Sepia Dream. He sighed once again, and began to type up his own story once again.