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The more observant pupils notice that, rather unusually, the odious Haruki seems in quite a hurry to get out of the classroom at lunchtime - heading off quickly like a man on a mission...

Hiro takes note of this, but doesn't really think anything of it. He stays in the classroom, taking out his bento box and books and studying while he eats. Though he knows it's strange to be studying during lunch, Hiro's after school activities make it almost impossible to keep up if he doesn't.

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As the teacher, and then other students begin departing the classroom, Kazuki reaches into his desk and takes the bento that had been prepared by the dormitory kitchen staff. Shortly, after executing a not-so-inconspicuous glance around him, Kazuki pulls out Nabiki's homework and begins correcting it for her. Sighing, he thinks that it might just be easier to start from scratch rather than try and salvage Nabiki's work. He just couldn't undertand; he knew she was smarter than this, he just couldn't understand why she didn't apply herself.

Kazuki shakes his head, and focuses back on his work. Not surprisingly, three years of doing Nabiki's homework had made him quite good at forging her handwriting.

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  • 2 weeks later...

Seiji grabs his Bento box and heads outside into the sun. He settles down under a tree with a decent view of the lawn and opens the box. He sighs halfheartedly as he digs in. A lackluster meal, as usual. Making his lunch in the mornings when he's in such a hurry usually means that it's the bare minimum. His uncle, as always, volunteered to make it for him, but Seiji politely declined as he did every morning. He grinned to himself, remember the lunch his uncle had proudly presented him with on the first day of school. Looking back, it was funny, the thought of eating it again was slightly less amusing however.

Eating alone with only his music, Seiji quickly devours his lunch. Closing his eyes, he leans his head back against the tree, lost in his music.

"You should really make some friends, this is borderline pathetic."

Seiji scowls and growls back under his breath "Well you should find a different brain to haunt, you're...you're way more than borderline annoying."

He hangs his head at his terrible comeback as he listens to the voice laugh loudly at him in his head. He resolutely stands up, pulling his headphones down around his neck and sets off to talk to someone, just to prove that stupid voice wrong. After a moment's consideration he can't for the life of him figure out who he could go talk to. Finally he settles on searching out Nezumi, now was as good a time as any to find out about an interview.

He approaches the pop star slowly, carefully keeping a neutral i-could-care-less expression on his face.

"Hi, Nezumi?"

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The blushing Haruki silently slips Nabiki the downpayment & slinks quickly back to his own desk...

Nabiki grins as she tucks the yen out of sight.

"Ah, sweet commerce!"

When the bell goes, the bowing is completed, & the last teacher before lunch departs, the pupils all head off to eat & hang out together. As usual Kohana passes Jinsei the lunch she's lovingly prepared for him (& she's a really good cook too!). Watching the pair, Rumiko smiles & nudges Nabiki,

'So who are you making lunches for then, Nabiki-chan? Come on, you know you can tell me!' ::sly

At the mention of boys, Nabiki turns a deep crimson.

"I'm not making lunches for anyone, Rumi - all the boys in this school are stupid, blubbering morons."

She focuses on her own lunch and tries to shut the whole world out, if only for a few seconds.

*"I can never tell - not anyone, not even Rumiko!"*

The more observant pupils notice that, rather unusually, the odious Haruki seems in quite a hurry to get out of the classroom at lunchtime - heading off quickly like a man on a mission... ::unsure

Nabiki notices Haruki's unusual departure; what could he be up to? She indicates him with a nod.

"Rumi, I sense an opportunity on the horizon; you can follow me or not, but it's time for a little legwork."

Attempting to be as casual as possible, Nabiki gets up and begins idly walking the same direction as Haruki.

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  • 1 year later...

Interlude...

... across town...

Akinori slipped gracefully through the doorway of the tiny, cramped, one-room apartment - which was quite an impressive feat in itself, considering that the door could only open a crack due to the mounds of discarded junk food wrappers, unwashed clothes, and stacks of old motorcycle magazines which blocked the way & hid the room's floor from view. Of course the main obstacle in the claustrophobic space was the bike - essentially a sleek & powerful hypercombustion engine on wheels it seemed to be the sole item in the room which was well cared for, its fox-image decals polished to a high shine and its matching samurai-style tail flags standing proud. Akinori took a moment to muse that the bike - or 'crotch-rocket' as its owner seemed to like calling it - was also the closest thing to furniture in the apartment. At least it confirmed that Tamamo was at home - she'd never be far from the bike.

Picking his way through the accumulation of junk, careful to get neither his traditional-style flowing black silk kimono, nor his own waist-length purple-black hair caught up in any of the various engine parts stacked around the place Akinori peered over the bike to find Tamamo crashed-out, snoring lightly, draped rag-doll-like across a tool box and a pile of half-disassembled mechanical components. Akinori saw no way in which the position could possibly be comfortable, but as usual Tamamo managed to make it seem so. Even dressed in nothing more than oil-stained t-shirt and panties the slender Tamamo looked boyish - her flat chest and short, spiked, black hair adding to the illusion; Akinori wondered if she'd ever fill-out, then dismissed the thought out of hand - why should he care about such things when Tamamo herself seemed quite happy beating the boys at their own games? Which brought him back to his reason for visiting the rat-hole Tamamo called 'home'. He coughed politely, & just loudly enough to be rewarded with stirrings from Tamamo - after a cat-like stretch & arch of her back her eyes blinked open & she glanced up at her visitor,

'What drags you down here?' Tamamo's voice had an almost purring quality to it, all edged with mischief & cheek. Akinori, as always, managed to maintain his own mask of polite calm as he glanced around the garbage-strewn room - even forcing his nose not to wrinkle at the smell of the place,

'I assume that you've not forgotten about tonight's tournament, Tamamo,' he replied, making sure that his tone projected the fact that was exactly what he thought had happened, 'I would hate to think you weren't capable of rising to the challenge...'

Akinori was careful not to let on, but inwardly found himself smiling when the girl's brow furrowed at his comment - her buttons were so easy to press.

'Challenge?' Tamamo fairly spat the reply as she rose to her feet with a single lithe movement, 'What challenge? They're just a bunch of high school kids...'

Akinori raised one eyebrow as he stood back, folding his arms,

'Many would say the same about us, Tamamo,' he pointed out, knowing that by doing so he was baiting her, but failing to resist the urge to do so. Tamamo poured the dregs from a bottle of water onto her face & wiped off the worst of the grease before casting the her bishonen visitor a narrow-eyed glare,

'You know what I mean, Shinobi - we're...'

Akinori cut her off with a raised hand,

'How do you know they're not too?' he asked, his tone the epitome of reason, 'after all, the Osaka Academy is know for...'

'Nippontai High?' it was Tamamo's turn to cut off Akinori mid-sentence as her brow furrowed deeper and she asked, 'That's tonight?'

Akinori let slip a well-practiced sigh of exasperation,

'Yes, Tamamo, that's tonight...'

Slowly the tom-boy biker's expression softened until she smiled, then grinned, then laughed out loud,

'Great!' she exclaimed, 'It's about time we faced someone a little more challanging...'

Akinori noded sagely, then glanced once more around the room,

'I'm sure tonight will prove interesting, Tamamo,' he agreed, then added, 'but please - make the effort to get cleaned up before we go - you know how important first impressions are...'

... end of interlude.

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Mister Tendo's noodle stand:

Kenshi joins the half-dozen other pupils heading down through the extensive castle gardens to where Mister Tendo's noodle stand occupies its usual spot just outside the main gates. The stand is of a traditional wooden wheeled cart design, and quite popular as a hangout for both pupils and the business-suited staff who man the inner workings of the Nippontai complex & several of the surrounding businesses. During school lunch break there's usually only pupils & the occasional tourist around... Kenshi's almost on top of the stand, mind still occupied by the morning's events, before the aroma of simmering udon noodles catches his attention & he finally notices that today has brought some customers of a different stripe to Mister Tendo's...

... The four onizuku are, after all, pretty hard to miss: each sports surgically attached chromed 'screw-on' horns and has tiger-stripe tattoos adorning their skin. The largest of the four is absolutely huge - maybe six & a half feet tall, & a mass of rippling muscle and popping veins - his metal horns curve back, ram-like, from his forehead and over his bald scalp, & his eyes appear to be lit by a bright green glow. Tight, polished, red leather trousers and biker-style boots, heavily adorned with chromed metal, are his sole clothing. The two other males are more regularly-sized, although both appear well-muscled. One sports a single unicorn-style horn and mad bleached-blond hair which seems to spray out on all directions, a full-length black leather 'duster' is the only addition to an outfit otherwise similar to his large companion's. The last male gang member has an array of smaller stud-like horns patterned across his forehead, and wears his waist-length hair tied back in a long braid, whilst a worn-looking leather jacket complements his (apparantly uniform) red leather trousers & biker-boots. The single female gang member has a trim and athletic figure shown off to good effect by the red leather micro-mini-skirt and matching bra she's clad in - her boots resemble those of her friends, although with massively built-up platform soles - a pair of relatively small horns poke out from her forehead, under the bangs of her pigtailed green hair. All four appear to be a few years older than Kenshi, maybe in their late teens.

The intimidating sight of the onizuku stops the pupils dead in their tracks, conversations dropping to muttered whispers. Kenshi recalls his father having more than one heated argument with the chief of police about the 'menace' of the 'monster tribe' gangs - they didn't exactly project the image he wanted his city to be known for, yet the police could do nothing about them unless (or until...) they commited criminal acts... despite persistent rumours that onizuku tended to get involved in the illegal mite trade. Looking at the giant ganger Kenshi starts to suspect some element of truth behind that particular rumour...

... Still, after the initial shock starts to fade Kenshi notes that the four weirdly-dressed figures are doing nothing more than eating noodles and talking quietly to each other. He also notices that Mister Tendo, true to form, is having a hard time keeping his eyes away from the prominantly displayed curves of the female 'oni'...

Several pupils appear to think better of visiting the noodle stand, and head back up the path to the school...

School grounds:

As is typical of lunch break pupils are scattered around the school in small groups. Under one cherry-blossom a group of girls dance intricate but regulated moves in perfect synchronisation, serious expressions on their faces as they move to the electronic beats from their boom box. Across the yard a group of guys are kicking around a football ['soccer ball' to American readers... ::tongue ] in a fast-paced game with seemingly little in the way of rules. Here & there groups gossip & chat as they exchange the latest manga, comment on each others cookery skills, or swoon over the Novas in some fashionable teen magazine.

Seiji steers past it all, failing to supress a cringe as he drifts within earshot of the sickeningly manufactured tones from the dancers' boom box. He notes Haruki ducking round the corner of the main school building... with Nabiki & Rumiko following at a suspiciously 'shadowy' distance... but then spots the pink-haired novox singer he was heading to see...

... Nezumi strides out of the school building's main entrance where she pauses, appearing to take a moment to glance around the various groups of pupils. Many stop to gape stupidly at her, whilst the more daring start to move closer to the Nova idol - the boys playing football start to noticably show-off, taking daring sliding tackles and trying to add 'flair' in thinly veiled attempts to impress. Already in motion Seiji manages to beat them all to the 'prize', even as he tries his best to seem 'casual'...

"Hi, Nezumi?"

Shielding her eyes from the sun with one hand Nezumi peers at her classmate for a few moments... for some reason Seiji starts to feel a little uncomfortable under her gaze... then her lips part in a wide grin and she openly looks the strikingly handsome boy up & down... which causes his feelings of discomfort to swell into a full-fledged blush! ::blush Still, Seiji stands his ground, & makes a good show of maintaining his cool, dispite the effect close proximity to the young Nova starlett seems to have on his teenage hormones...

'Hi yourself,' comes Nezumi's eventual reply, the silken tones of her voice only adding to the effect of her amazingly cute smile, 'it's Seiji, right?'

Glancing once more around the yard Nezumi let slip an almost imperceptible sigh as she spots the slowing encroaching star-struck pupils. Looking back at Seiji she seems thoughtful for a second, then suddenly grabs his arm and starts to drag him towards the nearly woods,

'Come on, stud,' she says to him, a mischevious twinkle in her eyes, 'let's get out of here...'

Class 1B:

Like those outside, the pupils who stay in the classroom gather into groups: chatting, laughing, or playing cards. Jinsei soon finds himself surrounded by a small group of his own - all interested in the upcoming judo tournament & eager to know the views of the club's vice president. Kohana remains standing right by his side, keeping quiet, but appearing enraptured by his every word.

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'Hi yourself,' comes Nezumi's eventual reply, the silken tones of her voice only adding to the effect of her amazingly cute smile, 'it's Seiji, right?'

Glancing once more around the yard Nezumi let slip an almost imperceptible sigh as she spots the slowing encroaching star-struck pupils. Looking back at Seiji she seems thoughtful for a second, then suddenly grabs his arm and starts to drag him towards the nearly woods,

'Come on, stud,' she says to him, a mischevious twinkle in her eyes, 'let's get out of here...'

Seiji appears surprised for a second, "Well, I-"

"SEIJI. SHUT. UP."

The young man runs one hand through his messy hair, and follows the advice from the voice in his head. Seiji even manages to flash a bright smile in return as he allows her to pull him along.

"I mean, lead on, pop princess..."

Seiji transforms his smile into a wry smirk as he speaks, noticing the jealous glances from around the school grounds as he follows her towards the woods. Despite his confident exterior, Seiji's mind is running wild.

"Stop thinking so much, you're gonna foul things up. You've got experience with girls, don't get scared, she's just like any other... You know what, never mind. She's way out of your league. Good luck kid, don't screw this up..."

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"Kuro-Tek Tech doesn't stand a chance tonight! What do you say, Jinsei?"

Jinsei looks up, out from under his dark hair, with a mouthful of noodles. He smiles politely and hurries his bento down more quickly, while the judo groupies wait for his verdict. After a moment of silence, he swallows and speaks:

"Sure they do."

Someone in the audience actually gasps, and a few people chuckle. One student laughs a little too loudly, apparently assuming Jinsei was joking. There's an awkward moment while Jinsei wolfs down a few more bites of noodles. He smiles at the assembled group.

"Fights are pretty unpredictable - that's why people do it at all, right? And judo's all about the idea that with balance and practice, anybody can beat anybody."

Sensing discomfort among the judo fans, Jinsei decides to reassure them.

"But, I mean... I like our chances, right?" ::happy

He grins confidently, and a little laughter rewards his new tone.

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Hiro spends the first part of lunch eating and studying quietly, although he takes careful note of the comings and goings of the other students. When he finishes eating, Hiro puts away his studies and takes out his palmtop computer and begins going through his e-mail, a morass of correspondence from children around the world, some he knows, some are writing to him because of his noteriety. Because it's lunch and his time is limited, Hiro just skims most of the material, highlighting certain pieces for later study, discarding spam, and watching the occasional short video clip.

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Mister Tendo's noodle stand:

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Several pupils appear to think better of visiting the noodle stand, and head back up the path to the school...
Kenshi pauses and wonders briefly what honor dictated he do in this case… to flee seemed cowardly but to stay seemed to be associating with onizuk… and then he consulted his stomach and remembered that he hadn’t brought lunch. Kenshi went to Mister Tendo’s noodle stand and ordered his usual fare and sat at a table one removed from the onizuk or with others of his school/class if possible.
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Mister Tendo's noodle stand:

Steeling his nerves Kenshi manages to make it to the stand & place his order without cracking... even when the oni fall silent and stare at him as if he had some sort of death wish... ::scared

... but as the tense seconds tick by - & Kenshi manages to not flinch - the exotically attired gang members just shrug and go back to their own conversation. Mister Tendo serves Kenshi's noodle soup - slopping rather a lot of it over the side of the bowl as he does so whilst his gaze is fixed firmly, it appears, on the cleavage of the female oni! ::blink

As Kenshi sits to eat, the few other pupils who didn't flee take their cue from his heroic defiance and also approach the noodle vendor - trying not to stare at the onizuku as they do. Soon several more school children arrive down the castle park's main path &, after the obligatory pause to gape at the oni, order their meals & join the loose gathering now surrounding Kenshi. It looks like the potentially tense situation has been defused...

... until the obviously smitten Mister Tendo's now shaking hands cause him to drop his ladel & spatter noodles across the chest of the female oni who's drawn so much of his attention! Patently unable to resist his urges, & before anyone with more common sense can stop him, the noodle chef has reached over the 'wipe' up the mess with a cloth - taking full advantage of the situation to grope the young lady's breasts! ::devil

The female oni stares at Tendo in stunned silence, an expression of obvious disgust & outrage forming on her face. The giant oni, however, reacts more violently - his face darkening and the viens on his temple standing out as he bellows an angry yell, grabs the noodle stand, & lifts it clean above his head! Mister Tendo's cookware & noodles fly everywhere, the chef himself stumbling & falling backwards to sprawl on the ground. One of the school girls seated by Kenshi screams, & several pupils start to run, as the giant oni steps over to Tendo, cart still raised above his head, with a look of murder in his eyes... ::nuclear

School grounds:

"I mean, lead on, pop princess..."

A short run later Seiji finds himself alone among the cherry blossom with Nezumi. The novox singer releases his arm & slumps back against a tree. For a moment or two she closes her eyes and breathes deeply - the simple innocent motion almost enough by itself to kick Seiji's hormones into overdrive ::wub . Opening her eyes again Nezumi glances around, sighs, then finally favours her companion with a small smile,

'What do you mean "pop princess"?' she asks, the accusation in her voice heavily edged with humour... ::sly

Class 1B:

"But, I mean... I like our chances, right?"

'Too right!'

The jubilant response from the large Tetsuo Takahashi is muffled by the riceball he's got in his mouth as he speaks - one from the selection of bento several girls in the class have prepared for him. It's well known that the judo club member's big weakness is his love of food, & girls often make him a 'special' lunch in return for some favour or other, but today he seems to be taking full advantage of the upcoming tournament & his status as a valuable member of the team to get his favourite treats from his favourite cooks - all of whom seem to have been happy to indulge him (for the good of the school, naturally). Tetsuo's enthusiastic, if impolite, outburst causes a spray of rice - much to his embarassment ::blush , & the general (but good natured) amusement of the rest of the class.

As the laughter dies down the stunningly beautiful Ryoko Mendo, one of the most popular girls in the school, steps to the front of the class - her movements graceful & her appearance impecable with silky straight sable hair down to the small of her back, flawless pale skin, & glittering dark eyes. Bowing respectfully to her classmates Ryoko waits politely for quiet before speaking,

'Friends,' she begins, her voice soft, yet clear, 'as you know tonight our school honour is being defended by the skilled members of our championship judo team...'

Ryoko waits again as cheers erupt from several class members, & Jinsei & Tetsuo receive heartfelt slaps on the back. Once the noise dies down again she continues,

'As president of the fund raising club I'd like to remind everyone that we will be serving refreshments at the tournament - proceeds going to charity, of course. We still need volunteers to help prepare the gymnasium for tonights events, & I hope that you will all be in attendance to lend your support to the members of our heroic judo team. Three cheers for the team!'

Caught up in school spirit most class members join in the cheers, bring blushes of pride to the faces of Jinsei & Tetsuo ::blush ::blushing .

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Dirty Dealings:

Using her well practiced 'criminal arts' Nabiki sneaks around the side of the main school building, hot on the heels of the odious Haruki Oshiro, Rumiko trailing after her as she goes...

... Following Haruki to the back of the main building Nabiki & Rumuko stop dead as they spy their unpopular class mate creeping over to a pair of large year three boys - each sporting multiple buttons on their uniform cuffs, a sure sign that they're part of Junzo Kamachi's 'elite' bully boys. Trying to remain out of sight by peaking round the corner of the building the girls find themselves too far from Haruki & the two Junzo goons to hear what's being said, but by the looks of Haruki's exaggerated & somewhat desperate gesturing it seems as though he's trying to convince the two older pupils of something - almost as if his life depended on doing so! The two Junzo supporters, in contrast, stand with arms folded, looking unconvinced. After a moment Rumiko nudges her friend & whispers,

'I can't tell what they're saying... should we try to get closer?'

However, before Nabiki can answer there's a distinctly pantomimed cough from behind the two friends... turning in place they find themselves face-to-face with a trio of Junzo's female admirers, all older girls wearing the distinct ankle-length uniform skirts which set them apart. The lead girl stands with her hands on her hips as she fixes Nabiki & Rumiko with a narrow-eyed stare,

'So what do you two think you're doing, trespassing on Lord Junzo's estate?' she demands, her tone full of barely concealed menace. Her two companions share a glance and a wicked smile as each slides a long wooden ruler into hand...

::ohmy

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Ken was in the classroom perched over a few letter sized pages of papers as he ate some rice-balls. He hoped that he could finish these pages of his new manga before lunch ended. He would hate to face the Art clubs wrath if this chapter wasent completed. Especially since it wasent what he promised...He was trying a new style of using photographs as backgrounds. It was something that didn't quite meld with the drawing style he was using, so he abandonded the project.

He ran his hand through his hair when Ryoko said her piece. Normally he would give her his attention...but right now he had work to do, and he was starting to get another headache. He looked up momentarily when the cheers erupted, and sighed. Too many loud distractions! He put the finishing penciling on his third page as the class erupts a second time. He puts the pages into his folder he aquired just for that purpose.

He looked around the class to see who was still there as he popped the last bit of riceball into his mouth.

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Mister Tendo's noodle stand:

As Kenshi sits to eat, the few other pupils who didn't flee take their cue from his heroic defiance and also approach the noodle vendor - trying not to stare at the onizuku as they do. Soon several more school children arrive down the castle park's main path &, after the obligatory pause to gape at the oni, order their meals & join the loose gathering now surrounding Kenshi. It looks like the potentially tense situation has been defused...
With a sense of relief and accomplishment, Kenshi thinks,

*See, they are just normal people, what's the worst that could happen?*

... until the obviously smitten Mister Tendo's now shaking hands cause him to drop his ladle & spatter noodles across the chest of the female oni who's drawn so much of his attention! Patently unable to resist his urges, & before anyone with more common sense can stop him, the noodle chef has reached over the 'wipe' up the mess with a cloth - taking full advantage of the situation to grope the young lady's breasts! ::devil
Somehow, Kenshi had managed to get to his feet during the onset of this train wreck and opened his mouth to say something masterful, something that would effortlessly and totally diffuse the upcoming disaster. His father could take command of the situation with but a word. The word that came out was,

“Um…”

The female oni stares at Tendo in stunned silence, an expression of obvious disgust & outrage forming on her face. The giant oni, however, reacts more violently - his face darkening and the veins on his temple standing out as he bellows an angry yell, grabs the noodle stand, & lifts it clean above his head! Mister Tendo's cookware & noodles fly everywhere, the chef himself stumbling & falling backwards to sprawl on the ground. One of the school girls seated by Kenshi screams, & several pupils start to run, as the giant oni steps over to Tendo, cart still raised above his head, with a look of murder in his eyes...
About to see a murder, Kenshi does the obvious (stupid?) thing, he moves to the mitoid and kicks him behind his knee.

(OOC: Sweep maneuver, hopefully coming from behind him since he’s facing Tendo)

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Across the school, one lone girl is sitting against one of the many cherry blossom trees with her nose in a book. Salene Minowaka studinging away. After being several hours late this morning, she's been running behind all day and finally has a few moments to catch up on breathing as well as figure out what is actually happening in her classes. Her two morning instructors were rather put out with her, but she was moderately able to convince them she had a good reason. Luckily they didn't care to hear it, and just gave her the missed assignments. It was going to be up to her to get the notes.

Pushing up her rather darkly tinted purple glasses a bit further on her nose, she turned the page. She might be fluent in speaking japanese, but was a bit slow on reading it. Kanji, katakana, and hiragana just tended to blur into little stick figures. She'd been that way ever since she was a kid. Never quite able to concentrate enough to not see the mock sword battles of samurai in the pages. Shaking her head in annoyance she once again focused on the book.

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Earlier that morning, at a different entrance to the campus -

Well before class is supposed to start, many people on the street near Nippontai High are catching sight from the corner of their eyes at a most unusual sight - a gaijin, dressed in a truly horrific Hawaiian print shirt, green slacks, and sandals with no socks, walking arm in arm with a high school aged girl dressed in the uniform of Nippontai High! "So before I have to let you go back to the school, how are you really doing, Miyako?" The older man, his hair going grey, releases her arm and turns to face her, clearly heedless of how his body blocks the sidewalk.

Sighing, the girl flips back one bang of brown hair from her face, which only accentuates her boyish looks. "Dad, the school is great. Classes are fine, running the art club is ... well, to be honestly, it's a pain in the ass, but I'm not giving it up." She trails off, he English perfectly unaccented, as she turns and walks another couple of steps closer to the campus. "It's just that ... everyone views me as some sort of, of," she growls in annoyance and straightens her jacket with deliberate motion, "like I'm a tattletale or something! Just because I want people to follow the rules."

The older man chuckled, patting her shoulder. "Just relax a little, Miyamiya. The rules are important, but not the answer to the meaning of life."

"Uh-huh. And would you have made it to retirement if you hadn't followed the rules, Rear Admiral sir?" she asks him, with a touch of sarcasm. As he starts to chuckle, she answers her own question. "Hell no, and you know it."

"I know, I know. But following the rules isn't the easiest way to make friends, either." By this point, they have reached the entrance to the school, and both of them stop in the sidewalk, again halting traffic. "Have fun, and maybe in a month or two I can come visit you for the weekend again."

Her eyes twinkle, and she tugs on one sleeve of the Hawaiian shirt. "Because you're oh so busy in retirement, huh?"

Huffing, he straightens to attention. "As a matter of fact, you are looking at the new English teacher for Yokosuka High School. So there. Now get in there before the bell rings!"

Miyako Miyamoto also straightens to attention, and snaps a salute that would make any seasoned chief proud. "Aye-aye, sir! And tell mom to stop working so much. Pull rank. She's only a Captain."

"Captain Miyamoto would have my ass and you know it." he returns the salute, and stands watching his daughter stroll onto the school grounds, before turning and walking unerringly for the nearest train station.

At lunch -

Ken was in the classroom perched over a few letter sized pages of papers as he ate some rice-balls. He hoped that he could finish these pages of his new manga before lunch ended. He would hate to face the Art clubs wrath if this chapter wasent completed. Especially since it wasent what he promised...He was trying a new style of using photographs as backgrounds. It was something that didn't quite meld with the drawing style he was using, so he abandonded the project.

He looked around the class to see who was still there as he popped the last bit of riceball into his mouth.

Miyako looks over from her desk next to Ken as he slides his art work away. "How's it going? Are we going to knock the judges on their butts, or are you starting over again?" She glances around the room. "And who's that new chick with the pink hair?" She looks genuinely bewildered as she asks the second question.
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School grounds:

A short run later Seiji finds himself alone among the cherry blossom with Nezumi. The novox singer releases his arm & slumps back against a tree. For a moment or two she closes her eyes and breathes deeply - the simple innocent motion almost enough by itself to kick Seiji's hormones into overdrive ::wub .

Seiji exhales deeply, regaining control just as quickly as he lost it, hoping he had rid himself of his hopeless expression by the time she opened her eyes again.

"Hooooo boy...you're done"

Opening her eyes again Nezumi glances around, sighs, then finally favours her companion with a small smile,

'What do you mean "pop princess"?' she asks, the accusation in her voice heavily edged with humour... ::sly

Seiji's constant assertions to himself that she's just like any girl seem to be paying off...somewhat. He is also fueld by a great desire to show up the voice in his head. But that is not to say that's his only desire in this situation, or even his strongest ::sly He keeps his cool at this question, takes a step forward and kneels a bit. Deftly taking her hand he looks up at her, and speaks with a smirk hovering on his lips and playful sarcasm dripping from his words...

"Oh my dear Nezumi, I gave you that label simply because I could find no other words to express your true radiance on such short notice. Now that I look up at you, framed as you are by the cherry blossoms whose beauty you do dull by comparison, I see the foolishness of ever trying to label you in a mortal tongue. Surely it is the language of gods alone that may define your beauty and talent. I hope i have not offended your delicate sensibilities with such a crude gesture, please forgive me."

Seiji, for all his sarcasm, finds himself more and more enchanted by her beauty as he speaks. He catches his smirk becoming a genuine, if a bit goofy, grin and quickly rectifies the problem. He stays crouched, his knee just above the ground so not to dirty his uniform and holds her hand lightly in one of his own. He watches her carefully for her response, still unsure of how to treat this girl.

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Miyako looks over from her desk next to Ken as he slides his art work away. "How's it going? Are we going to knock the judges on their butts, or are you starting over again?" She glances around the room. "And who's that new chick with the pink hair?" She looks genuinely bewildered as she asks the second question.

Ken looks up at Miyamoto and shrugs. "I know, I know. It cant be helped. The other style just wasent working. I think I can get this chapter done in time...I just hope my schoolwork dosent suffer. I was going to see if one of the other members could ink it for me though." he says as he hands the folder over to her for her inspection. "Here...I think I am doing a better job of this one."

When she asks about Nezumi. "All I know is what she told the class. I guess she expects us to call her 'Nezumi' instead of Kasai-san. You should have been there this morning though...she showed Junzo Kamachi a thing or two this morning. Made him run away over the school! It was a sight to behold if nothing else."

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Akira sighed as she slipped unnoticed out of the bathroom and made her way down the hallway to class, her empty bento box tucked back inside its furoshiki cloth. The roof wasn't as crowded as the grounds downstairs.

'Okaasan, has it really been eight years since you've died?' Akira asked herself, glancing at her odd reflection in the window. She wasn't wearing the school uniform - the only store she could find carrying the woman's sailor uniform for Nippontai was far too expensive and a headache stopped her from trying to find other stores. And there was no way she was coming to class in her old junior school uniform. So here she was wearing black trousers, a white shirt and a black jumper.

She sighed again as she stared at her hair. A kid had stuck gum in it and she had no choice but to cut it out, then try to make it look good.

Some birds flew past the window. Akira turned and walked back to her classroom.

When she opened the door, the conversations made her head throb again. Akira rubbed her temple as she went back and sat down, putting the furishiki with her bento inside her desk. There was still a few minutes before class started again. She slipped off her glasses and then rested her head in her folded arms.

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As the laughter dies down the stunningly beautiful Ryoko Mendo, one of the most popular girls in the school, steps to the front of the class - her movements graceful & her appearance impecable with silky straight sable hair down to the small of her back, flawless pale skin, & glittering dark eyes. Bowing respectfully to her classmates Ryoko waits politely for quiet before speaking,

'Friends,' she begins, her voice soft, yet clear, 'as you know tonight our school honour is being defended by the skilled members of our championship judo team...'

Ryoko waits again as cheers erupt from several class members, & Jinsei & Tetsuo receive heartfelt slaps on the back. Once the noise dies down again she continues,

'As president of the fund raising club I'd like to remind everyone that we will be serving refreshments at the tournament - proceeds going to charity, of course. We still need volunteers to help prepare the gymnasium for tonights events, & I hope that you will all be in attendance to lend your support to the members of our heroic judo team. Three cheers for the team!'

Caught up in school spirit most class members join in the cheers, bring blushes of pride to the faces of Jinsei & Tetsuo ::blush ::blushing .

Kazuki listens faintly to Ryoko as he finishes Nabiki's homework. As he does, his mind starts to wander...

Judo is sooo lame, I mean it's nothing like real fighting, not like the XWF!!! I mean come on, that is true fighting, nova vs. nova... so much better. And of course the XWF has Melinda Guzman... ah Melinda, wearing that bikini top, those short shorts, her hair wild from fighting, sweat glisteing off of her beautiful skin... uh...

Kazuki looked down, then quickly folded his arms in his lap. It seemed that his body had decided to react to his thoughts of the beautiful, athletic... uh, he had to stop.

His face flush from embarassment, Kazuki looks around, hoping no one noticed, and starts to think...

Geryon naked, Geryon naked, Geryon naked....

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Mister Tendo's impending doom:

Kenshi smashes his foot into the back of the huge oni's knee as hard as he can - at that moment he's convinced that he's managed to shatter his own toes, since kicking the hulking figure feels like trying to put his boot through a brick wall. For a split second it's almost as if time stands still - the fleeing pupils, Mister Tendo, & the onizuku all pausing to stare at Kenshi's suicidal attempt at heroics...

::blink

... then the oni's knee gives way - the horned monster's body twists as he's thrown off balance and topples heavily to the ground, cart slipping from his hands and crashing down off to one side. Mister Tendo remains sprawled where he fell, eyes wide & face pale with mortal dread - it seems as if it'll take a moment or two before he registers that he's not yet dead...

Surprise wearing off, the giant oni rolls to his feet, again bellowing as he does so, his gaze darting around until he spots Kenshi. Both massive fists raised in the air above his head the giant starts a powerful downward stroke which seems sure to pound the comparatively tiny figure of the schoolboy into the dirt...

...FWOOOSH!...

... Something slams firmly into Kenshi, carrying him a good dozen meters away from the oni even as the schoolboy's vision is momentarily masked by the sudden flare of flames. Coming to a halt just as rapidly Kenshi finds himself held by a pair of strong, but gentle, arms as he regains his balance & blinks the spots from his eyes,

'Are you okay?' the figure holding Kenshi asks in a concerned whisper. Looking up, Kenshi recognises the boyish good looks of his rescuer as belonging to Yoshio Kono - one of the few known Novas attending the school. Yoshio's expression matches the concern in his voice, but as soon as he realises that Kenshi isn't really hurt he lets go & steps back, an almost embarrased look touching his features. Running one hand through his slightly unruly hair Yoshio appears to grit his teeth, then turns to face the onizuku - as he does so living flames spring from his back, forming just outside his uniform jacket, & quickly take the shape of a pair of flaming wings,

'Back off.' the teen Nova states flatly to the gang members, his stance sure & steady.

For a brief moment the giant oni looks like he too is 'ready to rumble', but the female gang member quickly steps in his way, placing both hands on his chest,

'Just forget it,' she says, almost pleading with the giant, 'it's not worth it.'

The unicorn-horned oni nods his agreement, tossing a glance at Mister Tendo's wrecked stand,

'Yeah - you've made your point, man - let's just go.'

A tense couple of seconds tick by, then the giant oni lets out a long breath he was obviously holding & appears to visibly calm,

'Okay,' he agrees, his voice deep & gravelled, 'I guess we've got better things to do.'

With that, & under the watchful stare of Yoshio, the four onizuku depart - the giant aiming a heavy boot at Tendo's overturned noodle cart for good measure as he exits.

As soon as the onizuku are out of sight the flaming wings sprouting from Yoshio's back snuff out, & the young Nova appears to slump a little...

Cherry blossoms:

"Oh my dear Nezumi, I gave you that label simply because I could find no other words to express your true radiance on such short notice. Now that I look up at you, framed as you are by the cherry blossoms whose beauty you do dull by comparison, I see the foolishness of ever trying to label you in a mortal tongue. Surely it is the language of gods alone that may define your beauty and talent. I hope i have not offended your delicate sensibilities with such a crude gesture, please forgive me."

Nezumi frowns at Seiji's words, & snatches her hand from his when he finishes. Standing with hands on hips she glares down at the kneeling figure,

'Fine, make fun of me why don't you?!' she spits the words as if they were laced with venom, 'I guess that's all I'm good for, right?! It's not like there could be a person... with feelings... behind the crap you read on the OpNet! No, you've got me all figured out, don't you..!'

Sitting nearby even Salene can't fail to hear the novox singer's angry retort echo through the trees...

Class 1B:

"And who's that new chick with the pink hair?"
"All I know is what she told the class. I guess she expects us to call her 'Nezumi' instead of Kasai-san. You should have been there this morning though...she showed Junzo Kamachi a thing or two this morning. Made him run away over the school! It was a sight to behold if nothing else."

Overhearing the two artists comments Tetsuo looks up from decimated remains of his third bento & calls over in a playfully mocking tone,

'What? Have you guys been living under rocks or something? You haven't heard of Nezumi? Get OpNet access already!' ::rolleyes

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Ken waves his hand halfheatedly at Tetsuo. "I know that. I just dont really listen to music past whats on the radio all that much. And she said that much when she was up front. She seems nice enough...but I really dont care if she is a novox star."

Akira looked up tiredly - what was it about celebrities that people had to talk about them even when they weren't here?

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Mister Tendo's impending doom:

Coming to a halt just as rapidly Kenshi finds himself held by a pair of strong, but gentle, arms as he regains his balance & blinks the spots from his eyes,

'Are you okay?' the figure holding Kenshi asks in a concerned whisper. Looking up, Kenshi recognizes the boyish good looks of his rescuer as belonging to Yoshio Kono.

Kenshi eloquently says,

“Um… sure.”

As soon as the onizuku are out of sight the flaming wings sprouting from Yoshio's back snuff out, & the young Nova appears to slump a little...
Kenshi gives a bow to Yoshio and says,

“Yoshio-san… Thank you! That wasn’t going to end well.” Observing the young nova’s slump, Kenshi adds somewhat less formally, “Say, are you alright?”

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Salene, tired of trying to puzzle out her text book, stands and adjusts her school outfit. Shaking her head causing her long braid to dangle and jerk, she adjusts it back over to infront of her, grabbing her backpack, she heads off to grab a seat in her class. Wondering why no one ever mentioned what time lunch was even going to be over.

Praying she isn't late again, Salene rushes through the corridors back to the classroom.

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Class 1B:

Overhearing the two artists comments Tetsuo looks up from decimated remains of his third bento & calls over in a playfully mocking tone,

'What? Have you guys been living under rocks or something? You haven't heard of Nezumi? Get OpNet access already!' ::rolleyes

Miyako blinks, stares out the window for a moment, then looks back at Tetsuo. "You mean, that's really her? I thought it was just a rumor!" She slides back into her desk, then looks at her empty bento box and puts it away. "I hope she gets back soon though, Sonoda-sensai isn't much known for tolerating lateness."
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Miyako blinks, stares out the window for a moment, then looks back at Tetsuo. "You mean, that's really her? I thought it was just a rumor!" She slides back into her desk, then looks at her empty bento box and puts it away. "I hope she gets back soon though, Sonoda-sensai isn't much known for tolerating lateness."

"Ah, excuse me," Akira says, slipping on her glasses and leaning over, "but do you remember what we're learning next?"

She hope it wasn't going to be something too difficult. If only there was time to go see the school nurse?

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As Kazuo comes up on a corner heading for his new school four leather-clad onizuku come around heading the other way. A couple of them acknowledge him, and the girl waves and calls him by name. Kazuo thinks he vaguely remembers seeing them two days ago at a party over in the Shinsaibashi district. He thinks they might have had some 'business' with General Yamamoto or something. However this party was of such legendary calibre (kakkoii!! , to quote the General, who sounded like an otaku at a Nezumi concert when he shouted it) that two days later he's still suffering the lingering after-effects of it, so it's no surprise that he can't remember their names.

But the girl oni is pretty cute, so he favors her with a smile, glances at the others with his one good eye, and salutes them with his cigarette. But he doesn't stop or try to speak to them because he doesn't want to see what happens when the big one with the horns realizes that his girl is on first-name terms with Kazuo. He's even less interested in seeing what happens when the girl oni realizes that he doesn't remember her (and when he tries the last vestiges of his hangover kicks back into gear and he swears for the millionth time never to touch a drop of alcohol again...yeah, like that'll happen).

As he reaches the corner he pulls out his cell and sends a text to Ryoko, Wassup bijin?! Im at the gates. Where are you?

As soon as the onizuku are out of sight the flaming wings sprouting from Yoshio's back snuff out, & the young Nova appears to slump a little...
If Kazuo notices anything odd about the carnage before him, he gives no indication of it and instead walks straight past Yoshio, ignoring him and everyone else, and stops at the overturned noodle stand.

He stands there looking at it for a moment, nursing his cigarette, then he turns and looks back in the direction of the departed onizuku, then back at the noodle stand again, then up into the sky.

"Ee, kuso!!" he mutters under his breath. The first time in two days he feels like he could eat something and actually hold it down and this happens. Figures....

"Oi! Old man", he says gruffly to the still-sprawled Mr. Tendo, "this is Nippontai High, neh?"

((Kakkoii is a way of describing something as being really cool, Bijin can be literally translated as "beatiful woman" but is actually closer to "hot babe" (and is essentially the female counterpart to Bishonen which actually just means "hunk" or "cute guy"), Kuso is usually interpreted as meaning sh*t, but in the context Kazuo uses it, it's more like "bloody hell!"))

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"Ah, excuse me," Akira says, slipping on her glasses and leaning over, "but do you remember what we're learning next?"

She hope it wasn't going to be something too difficult. If only there was time to go see the school nurse?

Miyako looks over at the other girl, thinking quickly to try and remember her name. "English is the next subject. We still have a few minutes," she glances at her watch, which other than being set precisely to an atomic clock looks rather mundane, and shrugs. "We still have a few minutes. I'm just ... I hate to see a new student get into trouble for something so simple." She gives a veiled glance across the room at Salene as the habitually tardy student slips in early - an act unheard of!
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Salene breathing a bit heavy is totally shocked as she enters the class room. She sees a few ppl in there seats, a few empty bento's lying about, and comes to the conclusion she is actually early. With an small sigh, she settles into her seat near the window. Giving a glance around she wonders why her energetic entrance attracted no notice, but shrugs. Adjusting her purple tinted glasses, she pulls out her english book.

Gazing out the window she wonders where all the other 1B students vanished to... Being new to a school sucks so bad... With one more small sigh, she cracks open her english book, and starts trying to decipher it.

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Ken leans back in his chair, rubbing the back of his head with both hands after the oh-so-tardy one arrives on time. He shakes his head slightly at her. Being on time was not *so* difficult...If nothing else she should know what subject is next.

"Do you think that you could ink them for me? I still have another 9 pages to do, and you have the steadiest hand in the club. Please?" he says to his Artistic Cologue

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Dirty Dealings:

'So what do you two think you're doing, trespassing on Lord Junzo's estate?' she demands, her tone full of barely concealed menace. Her two companions share a glance and a wicked smile as each slides a long wooden ruler into hand...

::ohmy

Nabiki instinctively reaches over her shoulder for her kendo sword, before she realizes she doesn't have it! Time to think fast...

"Ooh, you girls have rulers? How ever am I go to survive this epic battle?"

She strides up to the girls defiantly, coolly appraising them.

"You think I'm afraid of you? Please! I could hit you so hard and so fast your head would be on backwards before you could say 'Lord Junzo stinks'!"

Nabiki adapts a fighting stance and looks between the three groupies.

"You think I'm kidding? I can take on all three of you! C'mon!"

(OOC: Go Intimidation check go!)

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(The remains of) Mister Tendo's noodle stand:

“Say, are you alright?”

Still facing away from Kenshi, Yoshio seems to stiffen slightly, then mutters,

'Forget it... just leave me alone...'

Stuffing his hands deep into his jacket pockets the young Nova stalks away from Kenshi & the other pupils, heading back up the path towards the high school. At the same time a rather thugish looking kid arrives on the scene...

"Oi! Old man", he says gruffly to the still-sprawled Mr. Tendo, "this is Nippontai High, neh?"

The brutish newcomer's insulting & disrespectful tone draws gasps of shock from the gathered pupils (in passing drawing their attention away from Yoshio's rather brooding exit). On his knees, staring at his overturned stand with tears threatening at the corners of his eyes, Mister Tendo shoots the impolite youth an angry glare. Pushing himself to his feet the noodle stand owner wags a finger at Kazuo,

'Watch your mouth, kid,' he snaps back, 'what would your parents say if they heard you talking to your elders like that? I don't know... what's the youth of taday coming to... when I was a lad we knew how to treat people with respect...' as his comments drift into a muttered stream Mister Tendo tries (in vain) to right the heavy cart...

Kenshi notes, out of the corner of his eye, several of the other pupils glancing his way - almost as if (after his earlier assault on the oni) they were waiting for him to step in...

Making friends & influencing people:

"Ooh, you girls have rulers? How ever am I go to survive this epic battle?"

The three older girls seem a little taken aback by Nabiki's apparant lack of concern, athough Rumiko gently touches her friend's arm & whispers,

'Nabiki-chan! I don't think you should be trying to make them any more angry...'

"You think I'm afraid of you? Please! I could hit you so hard and so fast your head would be on backwards before you could say 'Lord Junzo stinks'!"

For a moment it seems as though Nabiki's defiant attitude is working... then she goes & insults 'Lord' Junzo...

"You think I'm kidding? I can take on all three of you! C'mon!"

Glancing at her two friends - & receiving determined nods in response - the lead 'groupie' squares up to Nabiki & folds her arms across her chest,

'Fine with us, if that's the way you want to play it. But to be fair we'll give you one last chance to get off easy - you two take six swots each & we'll let you go.'

Class 1B:

"English is the next subject..."

Hearing Miyako's comment Kohana manages to drag herself away from Jinsei's side & head over. Bowing slightly she smiles pleasantly at Miyako & Akira, saying,

'Actually that's Tuesdays - Mondays is PE after lunch... there was an announcement in class last week, remember? We've got swimming next...' glancing at Akira she adds, '... the boys have track & field I think...'

A moment later they are joined by Ryoko, who bows low to Miyako,

'May I ask if the art club will be aiding with the decoration of the gym for tonight's tournament, Miss Miyamoto?' she asks politely, 'Your work always adds so much to the festivities, & showcases the school's talents to our visitors.'

Just then Ryoko's phone bleeps, but she politely ignores it until Miyako has answered her...

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(The remains of) Mister Tendo's noodle stand:

Still facing away from Kenshi, Yoshio seems to stiffen slightly, then mutters,

'Forget it... just leave me alone...'

Kenshi watches Yoshio walk away without further comment, obviously there are underlying issues, but he's not sure what to do about them.

After the newcomer shows up and exchanges words with Mister Tendo, Kenshi puts in,

“Nippontai High, but no student did this. Being impolite is bad, there’s no telling where it could lead.”

“Perhaps if we cooperate we could put the stand back upright?”

Kenshi moves around to help put the stand back.

(OOC: Just to be clear, what Kenshi just said could be applied to the mitoid, Mister Tendo, AND the new comer.)

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Class 1B:

Hearing Miyako's comment Kohana manages to drag herself away from Jinsei's side & head over. Bowing slightly she smiles pleasantly at Miyako & Akira, saying,

'Actually that's Tuesdays - Mondays is PE after lunch... there was an announcement in class last week, remember? We've got swimming next...' glancing at Akira she adds, '... the boys have track & field I think...'

"Ah, arigoto," Akira winced, nodding. Swimming with a headache?

Akira glanced at the clock to see how long they had until start of next class.

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Making friends & influencing people

Glancing at her two friends - & receiving determined nods in response - the lead 'groupie' squares up to Nabiki & folds her arms across her chest,

'Fine with us, if that's the way you want to play it. But to be fair we'll give you one last chance to get off easy - you two take six swots each & we'll let you go.'

Some voices are heard, approaching, boys...

"mm, Jinsei...and...*muffled* about Kazuo *muffled* Junzo"

To the girls' relief it appears to be none other than class presidents Akaji Maro and Takeshi Hanzo on their way to meet up with Junzo.

"Morning ladies! I hope you're all coming to see the Judo tournament tonight?"

Akaji smiles amiably and its hard to think that he wouldn't sincerely be saddened were they not to attend. Behind the boys stands Keiko Ishida with large, round, thick brimmed glasses on and a white bow tie in her hair. She seems to be taking notes on her touchboard computer as Akaji continues.

"Rumiko, I haven't had a chance to talk with your brother yet. Could you please tell him that we are all behind him tonight? I believe that Master Tendo has agreed to give him what he wants for lunch for three whole days if Nippontai wins tonight! For Tetsuo, that's a very generous offer.." ::wink

He looks at the three older girls

"You haven't seen Junzo around, have you? We need to discuss tonights line-up with him..."

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"Swimming? Swimming?" Salene shakes her head out of her book... She remembers she left her bathing suit in her locker... Across Campus... With quick sure movements she once again packs up her books, and starts running to her locker... She did after all earn her rep of being late, and here she goes again. "maybe this time I'll make it on time?" She mutters as she once again heads out the door.

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Ken looks up at Ryoko when she asks for their assistance in decoration when Salene hops up and takes off. He shakes his head at the poor girl, then looks at the Art Club president. He considers a second, "Mendo-san, Im not sure if we would have time at this point to do that...If you had come to us a few weeks ago mabey...but I dont know if we would have enough materials for that. Especially with our own competitions going on..." he explains, attempting to get out of decoration duty. Not that it was bad...but that usually meant cleanup and sales duties as well, something he was not fond of.

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Cherry blossoms:

Nezumi frowns at Seiji's words, & snatches her hand from his when he finishes. Standing with hands on hips she glares down at the kneeling figure,

'Fine, make fun of me why don't you?!' she spits the words as if they were laced with venom, 'I guess that's all I'm good for, right?! It's not like there could be a person... with feelings... behind the crap you read on the OpNet! No, you've got me all figured out, don't you..!'

Sitting nearby even Salene can't fail to hear the novox singer's angry retort echo through the trees...

Seiji blinks a few times and quickly stands up, laughter ringing inside his head which he does his best to ignore.

"No, no Nezumi, I- I mean, I...dammit."

He exhales deeply, looking at the ground and runs his hand through his hair.

"Okay, no, we need to start over. I was just trying to joke around with you, I wasn't really trying to mock you that badly...I was just, um..."

Seiji looks down at the ground, not sure what to say next.

"You're an idiot, you blew that so badly. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Seiji looks back up slightly at the little pink haired girl,

"Look, you're famous and such a big deal around here, and...ah, dammit. I didn't know what to say, okay? I was trying to joke around and it came out bad. Second chance?"

Seiji glances up at Nezumi through his messy bangs and keeps his eyes on her, waiting for her reaction, a bit nervously.

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