Chapter One

A Boy in the Girl's Room

A male-looking figure came out of a stall in the ladies room, zipping up. It-or "He" looked into its- or "his" soft, feminine like-eyes, making faces at the reflection. "He" had light green hair- resemblant of a leaf of some sort and wore ripped, patched barely boot-legged jeans and a light blue, light green and pink striped sweater. "He then continued to wash hands. A girl then began beating and swatting "him" away.

"Get out! Pervert! Get the hell out!" the girl screamed, while a bunch of other watched quietly where they stood.

The dean then pulled Nathan by the collar, outside of the restroom.

"Dean Kenji- he was in the girls room!" she yelled, pointing at Nathan.

"This is no boy- this is Nathan Kurigawa,"

"De-"

She obviously didn't get it.

"She's a girl," he added, moderately put off.

"What?"

"Yeah-see," she spoke, in her young boy voice. Nathan proceeded to lift up her shirt to show her tiny bra and brought it back down. This brought the attention of a male senior, stopping dead in his tracks.

Nathan blushed.

"Seiji, keep moving,"

So he kept walking, but slowly. The dean then chased him to assure his dissapearance.

"I always thought you were a boy," said the girl, walking past her. "You made a cute one," she flirted.

Nathan gagged herself in the girls shadow, then went out the exit and walked the strip home.

In the midst of busy crowds on the streets themselves, Nathan walked on the designated sidewalks with her hands in her pockets. An earphone- obviously tweaked was in one ear while she walked, listening to an instrumental of her favorite song, "Dive into the Night".

What a way to end junior year. What a way to get some unwanted boy attention. Too bad I have to go back for summer school. I've never had to repeat a thing I ever did. Not only that- it's gym class. Physical freaking education. And it wasn't like it was entirely my fault.

Outside on the field, the coach in Nathan's ear.

"Why you hacked me I have no clue. But, I'll only hold it against you if you don't get past today without doing anything clutzy."

Nathan's eyes bulged- the coach walked away from her. As gracefully as she could she sat down in the grass.

Cheru- this fuzzy purple headed junior girl sat behind her.

"We all split up on teams. Two boys, two girls," the coach commanded.

The students did as they were told- Cheru and Nathan formed a team. Cheru- for what reason God only knows- pushed Nathan into another boy and both fell. The coach eyed her.

Thought I'd make it through- thought it'd be easy- but it wasn't. It's Cheru's fault, that bimbo! If I ever see her again I swear I'll let loose on that floozy. Fool. Why did I hack the school anyways? I'd even set a trapdoor failsafe in case anyone hacked it- betrayed by my own self. Just boredom. Boredom is why i hack. If only I could find a worthy target.

Nathan kicked her shoes off in the doorway of her flat that resembled that of a bachelor. She shut the door behind her slowly, removing the key.

"Hey Yucie," she said, petting and fluffing her yorkie as she sat down in her computer chair. Nathan leaned back and kicked the huge on button for her import unix. She watched as her 38' plasma monitor as it lit up and filled with color. Yucie panted and layed down next to Nathan's chair and curled in a ball.

"Be a cat and meow already," Nathan joked as she impatiently waited for the computer to load, though it only had been seconds. She hit a remote as she took off her defunct pants to expose boy shorts and her top, and replaced it with a robe- brought by her robot. It was taller than wide and had no face.

"Thanks George," she said, putting it on. She hit another button on the same remote and a small square of the ceiling flipped to expose a giant TV. She leaned back in her seat to watch the news.

"Recently, reports have shown that the threat of hackers has grown. There's been a fifty percent increase in the last five years in computer crime. This man- famous actor and director Shiichi Ogami's information- what hackers know as an IP address was found via the internet last night and his bodyguards are fearing for his protection. Will he be protected, and will his guards have to learn the art of the hack?"

The reporter laughed at her joke, then snorted, then blushed.

"Back to you, Ken," she said, nervously.

"Next up- rapings and how to start them," he said- it cut to commercials.

(A/N: I know what I mean.)

"Shiichi Ogami-hmm."