Heh… Harry, you are in this. Yup. You’ve been enrolled! Harry the Review Guy = the Harry at OFUR. And we’ll treat him so bad… [from Nagia, who wasn’t willing to wait for you to figure it out]

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Harry and Matt had become fast friends by dinner time. But their dorms, for some reason, were on opposite wings and so they walked apart to go to dinner.

Unfortunately for Harry, who was forgetful and had already forgotten where the Dining Hall was, and the Tin Soldiers proved less than useful, he was late. And very hungry.

He somehow managed to get in the Hall of Lost Souls, however, and found the Ancient One, who liked to wander around it.

"The Dining Hall…yes. It’s down that hall and take three turns left. Don’t let anyone tell you any other way, especially if they come from the floor or weren’t there a moment ago."

Harry nodded and followed his instructions. No one attempted to stop him.

He reached his second turn left when he heard a noise and turned around. Something was happening in the Grates under the floor.

And suddenly, the water came exploding up, drenching him. And something flopped and wriggled at his feet.

It was a fish.

But not only was it a fish, it was sixteen inches long, very fat, and neon magenta. The words "THE FISH" were stamped across it in bold orange letters.

It slapped him in the head and disappeared under the Grate.

Harry felt his haori and hakama loosen by at least one size.

"That was… odd." Harry said, continuing on his way.

Or at least, until he ran into (and vaguely through) something.

"Where I come from, we consider it bad manners to run through someone."

Nagia seemed benign, for once. Or at least very benevolent. It was still very strange.

Harry stopped and looked down at himself. Yep, his haori was soaked, he stank like a fish, and now he was face to face with one of the headmistresses. He nodded to himself, yep, today is not my day at all.

"Nagia, did THE FISH smack someone again," Harry spun around to find Max standing a few feet behind him. "I can smell it all over...what's your name, newbie?"

"I...I... My name is Harry." Harry managed to stammer.

Being face to face with Nagia in water form could be bad for his health, but being faced with both of them could seriously shorten his life.

"We don't bite, Harry," Max spoke, finally remembering his name. A sharp look from her fellow headmistress made her correct herself. "I mean, I don't bite, and dinner is almost over in fifteen minutes."

Harry groaned for a few reasons: his clothing was soaked, his pride was dented, and now the headmistresses had made it their duty to make his life miserable.

"I feel like being nice today. I suppose I could give you a lift," Nagia offered. "Well, one of my sea dragons could. Well, anyone in the Grate could, but it’s who would." Nagia chattered.

It was odd, hearing Nagia chatter absentmindedly. And from the looks Max gave Nagia, it was very rare.

"Nagia," Max balked, "what are you doing with being nice to him?"

"Max. He was slapped by THE FISH. That’s Siren’s sign of saying he shall be a great and respected writer! And that she thinks him interesting! It is a great honor to be slapped by THE FISH." Here Nagia trailed off, almost sadly. "THE FISH never slapped me."

"No, because that was everyone else's job, no?"

"I’m not sure I understand that comment." Nagia replied, blankly.

In a fit of insanity, Max walked up to the Naiad and patted her on the cheek, "You're not supposed to." She then turned to Harry. "I'm jealous, I wasn't smacked by The Fish either. Nagia, we're screwed."

"I know." Here, Nagia turned to Harry. "Want a ride or not?"

It was Harry's turn to gape, but his mouth went on autopilot, "Yes, thank you, ma'am."

"Ma’am? What an odd expression." Nagia said absently. The Gate swung open and a strange shape slithered toward them. "Jump in. Panteleimon won’t let you fall."

Harry followed her instructions, finding that the slimy creature's skin was just leathery. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt the sides of the creature expand with each breath.

"Panteleimon, Nagia, you've got to be kidding? Last time I checked, he ate humans." Max said.

Harry watched the Naiad smile at her partner and then laugh. "No, just attempted to, only when provoked."

He shivered, and the dragon lifted its head to look at him. Its electric blue eyes glinted with a light of their own, it motioned with its head at the other side of the tunnel.

Harry looked out, and found that there were Grates all along the tunnel, and that the one he faced in the right side of the wall led to the court yard. He smiled.

"Cool."

"Ada laida Pan…" Nagia said.

And with that, Panteleimon gave a roar and jetted through the water off to the Dining Hall.

All the students looked on as the grate in the center of the floor almost exploded, the door hitting the ground violently as Panteleimon slid to a stop. Harry slid off the beast, cheeks scarlet.

"H… Hi. W… What’s for dinner?" Harry stammered.

After he closed the grate and joined Matt at a table, nobody looked at him twice.

But that did not mean that people did not ask questions. They didn't ask; more or less, they demanded to know why Harry was riding some sort of amphibian.

The only people Harry told the truth to were Matt, Rya and Ailsa.

"Really? It had THE FISH stamped on it?" Rya asked, her eyes wide as saucers.

Ailsa snorted, her usual teenage cynicism dripping from every pore.

The only one who was actually had a spark of maturity was Matt, who although looked he like he could care a less, took a while to form his question. "So, the headmistresses are rather benign toward you?"

"Nagia seemed more scatterbrained than benign, and I think it puzzled Max." Harry replied. He paused and thought a moment. "But I swear, I don’t think Nagia’s ever been like that towards a student before. Max looked at her like she’d turned into an elephant."

"Most likely because she has at some point in their careers," Ailsa, who had up to this point either rolled her eyes, snorted, or just hadn't listened, but did with this last part.

Nobody at the table was surprised to see her furisode shrink.

"I don’t know. I don’t think things made out of water turn into elephants easily," said Rya, taking Ailsa too seriously for either girl’s good.

A few dry looks later and Rya kept her mouth shut and shrugged her reply. She would have to remember to think before she spoke and let the other students have the table for talking.

Ailsa rolled her eyes one more time before inserting her two cents. "And he stinks like a fish also."

"Hey! I resent that!" Replied Harry. "I do not stink!"

Red eyes looked up to see two haori-clad males in front of her, their identities unknown as her head once more hovered near the table top.

She did not greet them or even look up from the plate of eggs, which she had used for a pillow. Even the Scottish-whiskey-in-the-coffee trick hadn't woken her yet. She wasn't sure anything would today.

"Someone looks like she did her homework last night," one of the figures in front of her said, she couldn't distinguish which, too tired, and they were entirely too chipper this morning. Wait, it was morning, right?

"She couldn't sleep," Rya, or she was sure it was Rya next to her, spoke up. "Homework in mind; I didn't finish mine."

"I know the feeling," said one of the figures. "It took Harry forever to wake me up fully. By the way, Ailsa, my name is Matt. I’m in all your classes."

"Mmph naggh shuuuu," she replied, slightly more eloquent this morning than most.

Rya translated for her. "She already knew that, you were wearing a name-tag."

"I am? I didn’t notice." Matt replied, looking down.

Harry, being the more wake out of the entire group, knew better, but played along. "Ailsa, the world is ending."

"HAH! Made you look!" Giggled Rya as Matt’s search for the tag turned up nothing.

WHAM! SLAP! "GAAHH.. NAAGH…. MMPH SHUT UP"

Rya looked up at the now livid (but most certainly awake) Ailsa from her interesting new position on the floor.

"She's up," Rya stated the obvious as the older girl began to add a bit more black and blue to Matt's attire. The world was so much larger from the floor.

Something under the floor rumbled, and water came spewing out from the Grate.

"Eeew! Gross! I just took a shower!" Ailsa whined.

The rumbling sound came again and the Grate slammed open near their table. Harry gazed down into one of Panteleimon’s large and watery blue eyes.

"M…m…morning P…P…Pan." Harry stammered. "W…w…want b-bacon?"

"Dolt," Matt muttered under his breath. "Can't even greet the creature right," he continued on his silent tirade, obviously jealous at the attention his rival in which his friend and "rival" was undeservingly being showered. Speaking of showers, the cafeteria stopped and one short black-haired boy stood there, red eyes glaring at the group.

"Hi." Rya said, grinning at him.

"No, don’t!" Cried a blue haired girl. "That’s Hiei449! He attacks—"

"Either havoc-wreaking kitsune or little girls shorter then myself in intelligence," the boy responded haughtily.

Rya gawked at the guy's attitude and then snickered as his haori shrunk.

"Now, now. We’re all getting along, aren’t we?" Asked Nagia absentmindedly. She took a long swig from a two-foot-tall water bottle.

Hiei449, or Hiei for short snorted but said nothing to the contrary.

Harry was however immediately on edge and glanced around the group. Where lay one headmistress, the other—

"Is right behind you, Harry."

He nearly jumped out of his skin.

"H-h-headmistress M-m-Max! Hi!" Harry stuttered. Badly. Especially when he was nervous.

"I see you’ve made a friend," Nagia said, rubbing Panteleimon’s scaly head. "Please refrain from feeding him bacon."

"He much prefers the flesh of young men who stutter, or better yet, the sight of Naiads in the morning if you really want to give the..." Max paused to consider her next few words, "I honestly have no clue what the Maikei it is, but no bacon. Ham is better."

The group watched as an evil grin spread across the headmistress' face, they saw that grin once, before she doomed them to hell. "I hear that the—"

Max didn’t manage to finish her sentence; Nagia, who had been almost silently fuming about Max’s previous remarks about Panteleimon (the slight boiling sound and the fact that steam was literally rising off her body made it clear) exploded.

It. Was. Cool.

Unfortunately for Hiei, her water was boiling, and most of it hit him.

And suddenly, Panteleimon gushed a stream of water at the puddle Nagia had become, and she resumed her normal (if slightly watery) form.

"Works like a charm," the bishonen deliverer muttered.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘WORKS LIKE A CHARM’?!" The Naiad screamed, causing every student in the hall to cover their ears. Panteleimon roared his defense of his mistress.

Black leather whispered as another grin came at Nagia's reaction. "Wait… I must be losing my touch, generally you soak many more than just six or seven when I insult you."

Ailsa glared at the two, who were enjoying themselves at the students' expense and spoke up. "So you piss her off," her furisode shrank, "and she soaks us."

"Yes, yes. That seems to be the gist of it." Max said offhandedly.

"IT IS, HUH?!" With Nagia’s cry of ‘Aji aka xam k’sho!’, Panteleimon sprang at Max, spraying many students and even Max herself with water from the Grate.

The drenched headmistress' eyebrows lowered, shadowing her eyes in a look of pure murder. "That does it, where's my sponge?"

The students backed up, some wringing out their clothing while others snickered. One ticked off headmistress was scary, both were just amusing.

Nagia hissed but bowed and made a pathetic mewing sound as she began to tremble.

Harry could only have described it as the oddest thing he’d ever seen.

"Nagia, stop trembling, it's too out of character, even for you," Max then addressed the Naiad in a dark tone, obviously confused at the sudden submission. "And you're slipping into that alter-ego of yours again, you're scaring me."

The students watched as Nagia's trembling continued, and Ailsa tucked the "sponge" bit in her mind for future reference.

"But it seems that my sponge fell into a certain grate, so I can't go through with my threat."

Nagia breathed an audible sigh of relief as she slid into the Grate, though her mumbling about "prickly as a sea anemone" and "bitch" was audible for quite some time.

Max just stood there, biting her lip in sheer annoyance. The bishonen deliverer may have been human, but she heard every word that was directed at her, which had mainly consisted of curses and other insults. "And students, that is what happens when you threaten a Naiad, future reference. Now start eating or I send the lot of you to late-night Training SESSIONS!" Her voice gained volume until she was shouting, voice cracking from the pitch.

Ailsa stood wide-eyed as the young woman turned heel And walked off, shrugging off the soaked leather coat in the process.

Matt broke the silence. "That was entertaining, let's make sure that she doesn't go through with that threat."

"ENTERTAINING, HUH?" Hiei449 screamed, his eyes glowing red and water dripping into his eyes. "I’LL SHOW YOU ENTERTAINING!"

And with that, the shorter boy leapt onto the taller boy, pausing briefly to allow his hand to linger around the crotch of Matt's jeans. And his brief pause was very brief-- not only had Hiei449 inherited his namesake’s stature, he’d also inherited the real Hiei’s speed.

Matt could only blush, his entire face going red at the swift fondle, until he roughly shoved Hiei449 off of him and returned to his seat.

"Hey," Ailsa watched as Matt's face was still blatant scarlet a few seconds later. "He's just like the real thing. Maybe we should call you Kurama?"

Rya looked confused, "Huh, what happened?"

"Nothing you want to know about, Rya," Harry said. "And Kurama’s too long. Why don’t we just call him Ku?"

Matt blushed more.

Rya, although naive, was persistent. "Aw, come on, you can talk about it behind my back, but not in front of me!"

Harry blushed. Despite his mature mental level, some things were just difficult to talk about. "S-S-Sometimes g-guys have c-crushes on each other. And uh… you know how when g-guys and g-g-girls love each other…"

Rya apparently knew exactly what he was talking about and held up a small hand. "Hold it, spare me the details."

Harry looked intensely relieved, but this little life lesson for Rya had effected the entire group, and even Ailsa blushed deeply.

She didn't like blushing. It made her feel too girly. Blushing pissed her off, as well as the corruption of her young roommate. "Rya, you're good kid—"

"— Sorry to interrupt," Matt cut in, his face still the color of Inuyasha’s haori, "but we’ll be late to class if we don’t get moving."

Ailsa couldn't pass up the vulnerability of the boy. "Awww, you're so cute when you blush, Ku."

Matt just looked at her, stunned to the point that Harry had to drag him to the next class.

"Now that you’ve learned how the Armors work," and here Ryo’s smile became a genuinely evil grin, "it’s time for you to learn how much power the Armors contain. You’ll learn first-hand, of course."

The students looked from one to the other., confused.

"I can handle whatever you throw at me," Hiei449 boasted.

"But can you handle Sage’s attack? He was the only Ronin Warrior to ever defeat a Warlord without aid. I had to drag him into the Nether World myself," Talpa said, laughing evilly.

Both Matt and Ailsa went white. Ailsa had seen first-hand what kind of damage Sage was capable of without his armor, and Matt had somehow sensed his power.

But the students, half of whom were lusty girls thinking Sage cared for them, didn’t mind as Ryo and Talpa ushered them to their doom.

However, as the group walked along the dark corridor, the lust-filled ones were quickly losing steam. The entire group looked pretty much deflated as they made their way into the open-air training area, where the bearer of the Halo armor stood in all his jade-green glory.

Sage took the helmet off, one violet eye glaring at the instructor in front of him. "Which one," he spoke softly, the girls suddenly paying more attention.

Ryo placed his hand on Hiei449's shoulder and gently pushed the teen forward. "He says he can take whatever you can throw at him."

"Oh really?" A finely sculpted blonde eyebrow lifted at that. "Anything?" He looked at the source of the challenge.

"Anything," Hiei449 affirmed.

Sage smiled an evil smile.

The attack slammed into Hiei449, lightning jolting all over his body.

When at last the smoke that resulted dissolved, everyone gasped.

The scent of charred flesh filled the air as Seiji looked grimly on at the scene before him.

Ryo's face was emotionless as he spoke off-handedly. "He did say anything, right?"

"Mia will beat you pending that you harmed a student and you did used your full attack." He knew that his threat held true as the aforementioned woman stepped in behind the group.

Sage froze, knowing that Ryo was right. He looked at Mia innocently, the armor fading. "He said anything."

"Heal him. Now." Mia said icily. No room for argument lay in her tone. "Regardless of his injuries, I will see to it that you are punished. We are here to teach, not to harm."

"Yes ma’am," Sage replied, hanging his head.

"Consider this my punishment to you: you will heal him, and you will sleep in the Grate for a week." Said a new voice. The fluid quality and swishing sounds indicated the speaker.

"Yes, Headmistress Nagia." Sage said, bowing.