A/N: Hello this is the author! I'm putting a random seeming here to let anyone who cares know that I now have a betareader for this story! That's rite, nao i has grammerz! Anyway… please review. I hope you enjoy the story.

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That day I did anything I could to attract attention, mostly negative attention. I answered every question any teachers asked correctly. I dropped my pencil during an important test in Latin; it made that odd click-clack sound as it hit the tile floor, and all eyes were on me. I did about a hundred other things, but I didn't initiate a single conversation; I responded to anyone that tried to ask me about my sudden transformation with a simple, 'Perhaps you'll understand in due time.'

I could feel hundreds of glares on my back, and could see at least a dozen from the front by lunchtime. Those numbers became obsolete before I could finish eating my PB&J.

"Hey," a girl said rudely from behind me as I was taking my third bite of the aforementioned sandwich. "I don't know if you noticed... but you're in my seat."

Well, it's not like we have assigned seats or anything in the cafeteria, but everyone sits in the exact same seats anyway (with a few exceptions). This school is governed by the classic hierarchy of social classes (aka popularity). Naturally, the popular people all sit on one side and the nerds/outcasts/social-misfits sit on the other with the content middle class in between. So unless someone is trying to move up in life -or has just been kicked down- people will always sit in the same seats. This arrangement was made without any collaboration or argument at all on the very first day of school. Needless to say, it's a pretty stable system. If anyone wants to move up they have to take another person's spot. With this, a silent homeostasis was achieved.

Me simply changing my look would have no effect on my position in the lunchroom. I couldn't call pass for this turn; I had to make a move. If I wanted to become popular, I couldn't sit in my usual seat in the darkest corner of the lunchroom with my fellow outcasts. I needed a different chair. With all that said, who do you think this annoying girl telling me I'm in her seat is? I'll give you a moment to guess.

I hadn't responded to her, so she seemed to be getting a bit agitated. "It's my seat, so get up. Hey... are you even listening to me?"

Never mind. Don't waste your time guessing.

This girl is the most popular girl in the school, the Queen, so to speak. Her blond hair is long and reaches just down to her waist, and her eyes are that stereotypical pretty-girl perfect blue. As far as I could figure, she might actually look good if you didn't have to look at her through a window of makeup, though everyone else seemed to think the opposite (well, I guess I can't say I'm the sort that knows much about fashion anyway). Even without turning around, I could make a guess that she was probably wearing some tacky shade of pink or yellow that would make my eyes bleed. I could assume that she had her hair tied up in a pony-tail, but I knew that she was wearing shoes with heels at least two inches high because I could hear them clunking a mile away. As for her personality... everything about her irked me. I don't even know her name, but to avoid confusion let's just call her 'Little miss perfect' or 'Mary-Sue' for short.

"Why should I listen to you, princess?" I said in the most monotonous tone I could muster without facing the urge to punch her.

That moment became known as 'the outcast Queen's declaration of war.' It's a bit over dramatic, but when something is this simple, someone needs to play things up. Simplicity is boring!

She isn't moving... she doesn't even have a snappy comeback prepared. Man, reality is dull. Is she insulted that I called her 'princess' instead of 'Queen'? Surely that wouldn't be enough to deserve the silent treatment; I was just trying to make a bit of a scene. Anyway, 'princess' isn't that insulting... it's cuter and has a much smoother flow to it than 'Queen'. Maybe she's just mad because I didn't capitalize it... wait... a normal person wouldn't be able to see that…

She was still standing there, even after my weird internal monologue; it seemed like she was expecting me to move. I guess I wasn't clear enough the first time.

"I'm not going to get up." I really hoped she'd get it that time. I wasn't sure I could make it any simpler; maybe 'I not get up, you go sit new place' or 'me no move, find new place sit' could work. She still hadn't moved an inch. Perhaps she'd understand pig-Latin? 'O-gay ay-away'. Think that will work? I don't either.

As far as this round is concerned, I win if she goes to a different table, and I also win if she chooses to sit at this table despite me being in her seat. In fact, the only way I can lose is if she refuses to give up the seat and continues to stand there the entire lunch period. I'm sure you understand the reasoning behind all that, but I'll explain anyway. Her moving to another table means she's changing the location of the popular table. To do that is the same as to admit defeat, or it may be seen as Mary-sue not being able to handle me, which will get me some serious points with everyone who isn't happy with Mary-sue being on top. If she sits down at this table, then it'll be seen as her either acknowledging me as a worthy rival or testing me as her replacement. If she's to stand around waiting for me to give up, then it'd be the same as issuing a declaration of war -even though that's exactly what I'm doing- which automatically means none of the current popular kids will accept me as popular. I would only be supported by the outcasts that are already on my side and the middle class who may choose to remain neutral.

The only options she has are to ignore me (move to a new table), to test/accept me (give up and sit at this table), or reject me (refuse to give up the seat). Of course I already have countermeasures planned for whatever choice she makes. I don't know anything about her; besides, what I can figure out from a glance or two (which for an otaku is quite a bit, though not guaranteed to be accurate)? So it would have been foolish of me to try to predict her response, but it would be much easier on me if she just sat here.

'clunk clack clunk'

The sound of Mary-sue's ridiculous high-heels hitting the cafeteria's cheap tile floor, for a moment, was the only thing that could be heard (besides a boy a few tables over begging a nerdy girl to let him barrow her homework). She didn't walk very far, only to the nearest table where she pulled out the chair that sat at its head and dragged it back to the table where I was sitting.

I could hardly believe it; rather than moving to a different table or sitting in a different chair at this table, she took a chair from a different table and sat directly beside me.

It was like a meeting to discuss a peace treaty between the leaders of two nations that had been at war with each other for longer than any person would care to say they can remember. Rather, that's exactly what that moment was in a sense. No... Instead of the situation above it'd be better to compare it to a coup or a rebellion as my goal isn't to gain peace (though that may happen as a result) but to take my opponent's position from her and still keep my own (because it's not like I intend to stay popular.) Anyway, I'm sure you get the point; it was really tense, and it felt like it would be pointless.

It was so tense in fact that no one dared to sit directly next to either of us for fear of being involved in the situation.

"Why," Mary-sue said to me in barely more than a whisper. No one besides me could have heard her nearly inaudible question through the chatter in the cafeteria.

That's different then the personality I would have expected of her.

She sounds genuine, so this calls for honesty. "I made a bet with someone that I could become popular if I wanted to, and that bet is something I can't afford to lose."

She didn't seem to believe me, though I suppose it is a bit of a weird thing for a person to do.

... I'm an idiot, aren't I?

I continued, "Once I've won the bet everything will go back to the way it was."

"Really?" Her tone was more sarcastic than questioning, but it still contained some of the later. That tone of hers ticked me off a bit.

"Yeah," I answered. "Once this is over, you and I can go back to having nothing to do with one another."

I hadn't expected that she'd choose to get a seat from another table and sit directly beside me... but from the way our conversation was going it seemed like she might actually help me. If I could convince her that by helping me things would return to normal faster then she wouldn't be able to refuse, or at least there's no way she'd try to interfere.

"If I were to help you...what would you be expecting me to do?" She asked. Her whisper seemed a bit quieter, as if she really wanted to be absolutely sure that no one could hear.

I looked at her for a moment without saying a word; it seemed to make her a bit uncomfortable.

"It's not like I'm saying I'll help you…" She said in a slightly louder whisper, but I still don't think anyone heard, "I… I'm just a bit curious. And it'd really suck if you kept sitting in my seat for the rest of the year…"

It seems that Mary-sue is a tsundere herself. How moe. I'm starting to understand why she's so popular.

I tried to suppress a giggle, but more or less failed when a chuckle or two managed to escape my throat. Despite her look of confusion I didn't bother to explain what I thought was funny.

"Give me your cell phone number, I'll explain my full plan to you later," I said, ignoring the implication that she may not actually help. "Until then, just don't get in my way."

She seemed to glare at me a bit, but by that time I was used to being glared at. She said, "Give me yours instead. I'll text you after I eat dinner if I decide to help you."

"You wouldn't be able to really decide if you don't have all the details. That time is fine, but text me regardless of your intention." With that I pulled a piece of paper out of my purse and wrote down my cell phone number.

She looked at the paper and pulled out her cell phone, she added my number to her contact list faster than a pikachu can use quick attack. She turned back to me. "What's your name anyway?"

Oh, so she doesn't know my name either? Well I guess that's to be expected with the way I always am overlooked by people who aren't paranoid, overly-charitable happy-go-lucky types, and super gossip girls. Not to mention I'm more often known by nicknames –not that the populars would know me as "Kawari"; only my own people call me that. I've never really stood out much so I don't get in trouble in class enough for a teacher to call out my name, and the teachers don't usually call on me to answer questions either because I always know the answers so there's no point. As I said, 'Kawari' is my title among the outcasts and as far as I know every other student knows me as 'outcast queen', 'that weird girl', or 'weirdo queen'. I'm pretty sure my real name hasn't been said on school grounds since the teachers checked attendance on the first day of school.

As for Mary-sue's real name, I don't actually have a reasonable excuse for not knowing it, I just honestly don't care. Besides, Mary-sue suits her better anyway, right?

"You can call me 'Kawari Kisaki'."

"How do you spell that? Never mind… I don't care, I'll just put you down as 'Weirdo Queen'," Mary-sue continued but spoke lower and slower, making fun of me, "We speak English in America, not Chinese. That's not your real name anyway, right?"

Chinese? It's Japanese you idiot, at least get it right, there's a huge difference!

"But… ah… whatever it'd be too much of a bother to explain," I said. She'd more or less just translated what I said, not that she would know that. She must've just been lucky. I bet if she bought a lottery ticket…. No, that's not important.

I silently sighed to myself. Normal people are so annoying. If this drags on for too long I'm not sure I'll be able to take it.

Oh? You think normal people are annoying… The other voice in my head spoke up, saying things I never would, what do you think they think of you? Well… they probably don't.

Who are you? I thought back at that voice.

If you're Kawari Kisaki, then I suppose I would be Sezoku Kisaki. Or if you want my real name I guess it would be the same as yours.

Sezoku? What does that mean again? Oh… That's right. If you really are 'sezoku' it would be strange for you to know what 'sezoku' means, being an American. I retorted.

But I am also you.

"Lunch is almost over," Mary-sue suddenly said, "so I'll text you later and you explain the details of whatever stupid plan you have to me, and I'll tell you if I'm going to help out or not."

Well, based on that reaction she's almost definitely going to agree… but she's a tsundere, I'll have to be careful not to step on any landmines. I responded, "That's right."

We'd been silent for the rest of the lunch period. The rest of the school day continued uneventfully, though I seemed to continuously be talking to myself –or rather Sezoku.

When I got home, I immediately went to my room and put a sign on the door warning anyone from coming inside. Naturally I was watching anime, reading manga, and playing video games. I had to make up for the distinct lack of Japanese-ness in my day by overloading the afternoon.

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Translation notes:

Mary-sue – (It's an American phrase but I'm putting it here anyway because a lot of people don't seem to know what it means) A mary-sue is a perfect seeming girl, a girl with no flaws, often an OC in a fan-fiction would fit this description, often has a very stupid name. (Male version is Gary-stu)

Moe- (I'm not confident enough in myself enough to try and define something as complex as moe… if you really need an explanation try page 7of chapter 6 of the manga Steins;Gate : Boukan no rebellion.)

Kisaki- きさきor后or 妃 – queen, empress, princess

Sezoku- せぞくor世俗- common, worldliness, vulgar, popular, the world, the common people, popularity