it was a rainy day. you were walking home from another bland, boring day at school. you felt the damp air and noticed the gray clouds; you quickened your steps a bit. you didnt want to get wet, and it looked like its going to rain soon. you were walking home quickly, and when you arrived a certain someone was standing there with a smug look on his face. it was scaramouche; the arrogant guy who didnt fear anyone.. we meet again, princess.