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   Neko suddenly felt trapped.  If she said yes now, she'd feel like she was forced into the date, which rapidly seemed to be becoming the case.  But she didn't really feel comfortable saying no either.  She didn't want to hurt his feelings, and he was older than her. 
    "I-" she started, still uncertain about what she was about to say.
    But it didn't matter, for before she even knew what was happening, he leaned in and touched his lips to hers.
    Neko was filled with several emotions at once - confusion, surprise, and fear among them - but none of them were pleasant.  She backed up almost as soon as his lips met hers, running into the door of her locker, but even though it wasn't much of a kiss, she still felt slightly violated.  Why had he done that?  Didn't he know that a kiss was supposed to be between two people who loved each other? They didn't even know each other. 
    "Nani?" he asked, genuinely shocked that she would respond that way.  Well, she sort of felt that way about his actions. 
    "Ano, Kaido-sempai, don't you think that� I mean, it'd be better if�," she was going to say something about them waiting, or him finding an older girl or something, but quickly changed her mind. "I mean�."  She started edging off to the side.  Escaping was probably best.  "You know, I, uh, should probably be getting to soccer practice."
    His eyes narrowed.  "You're rejecting me?" he asked.  "
You're rejecting me?!"
    "Ano-" 
    She almost started to run off, but he grabbed her forearm.  "Do you know how many girls would love to be in your shoes?"
    "Iie," she whispered. She looked around for anyone to possibly come help her. But by now the hall had pretty much cleared out - most of the other students had already gone off to their extracurricular activities or home by now. 
    His grip tightened, actually hurting her in the process.  "There are
junior girls who would go out with me!  And here you are tempting me with your pretty hair and pretty eyes.  And now you're rejecting me!"
    Her eyes filled with tears.  "Onegai, Kaido-sempai.  Onegai."
    This only seemed to make him madder.  He squeezed her arm even tighter, and she cried out in pain. "I will not be rejected by a twelve year old," he demanded.  "I will teach you to attract me and then not follow through on it!"
    He raised a hand to slap her, but before he could, it was intercepted.
    "What the hell do you think you're doing to my sister?!" Mi-chan yelled as she grabbed his upraised arm and punched him in the stomach.  He released Neko and bent over, gasping for breath.  Neko fell to the ground as he released her.
    "Neko-chan!  Daijoubu ka?" Mi-chan asked, addressing both her physical and mental well-being.
    Neko shook her head.  Although he hadn't seriously hurt her, she was still in shock from being so mistreated. "He- he kissed me�," she whispered.
    "Oh, come on," he gasped.  "She totally wanted me to do it."
    Tears sprung to Neko's eyes again.  "Iie," she insisted quietly, as she shook her head violently.
     "You know, you should learn to shut up," Mi-chan said as she grabbed him and ran him head first into the lockers.  Then while he was bending over, she took the palm of her hand and hit him in the nose, breaking it.  "OW!" he screamed.
    By this time, quite a crowd had gathered to watch the younger girl beat up the older guy.  Unfortunately, some faculty had also caught wind of the fight. 
    By the time they managed to pull Mi-chan away from the fight, she had managed to do great damage to Kaido's previously bishonen face.  All three, including Neko, were sent to the headmaster's office to sort out the mess, and parents, naturally, were called.  When the truth of the situation finally came to light, Mi-chan was only given a week of detentions for fighting (although she was grounded for 3 weeks), while Kaido was suspended for sexual harassment..
    It was probably about this time that Ami decided that the girls should have martial arts training.  Neko so that she could learn how to fight, and Mi-chan so that she could learn how not to. 
    Well, at least, one of those goals had been met�.
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