Leya sighed as he sat in the limosuine that drove from southern Tokyo to his new school. The tenth-grader sat alone in the back, looking around the spacious vehicle. His mind wandered aimlessly, asking itself questions before answering them... in the most negitive way possible. This was the thrid time that he had had to change schools. This year. Schools just didn't really seem to work out for him... he was in the out of every crowd except for the popular kids. And they only liked him because they could borrow his clothing. He wanted to have friends in every circle...but he guessed that it wouldn't happen.
It wasn't long before the black vehicle pulled up to the school, and pulled to a stop. Leya let out yet another sigh, as he heard the driver side door open, before her door opened far to the back. A tall, older looking chinese man smiled at him as he got out. "We're here, Leya. You must be excited." The chinese man said as Leya stepped from the car. "Yeah right. More like about to wet myself." The exchanged a few short chuckles, before the man went around back with Leya, and opened the trunk. Four suitcases stood, looking as if they had been cram packed with items. "Your mother helped you pack again, did she?" The chinese man asked. Again the two laughed. "Right, Zei-Fong. I've probably got a whole century's worth of clothing in there." Leya said, laughing. Leya got along well with all of her family's maids and butlers...but Zei-Fong was sort of like a father figure to him. They were actually friends.
Leya took too bags in her hands, and so did Zei-Fong, before the old man closed the trunk. The walked towards the designated dorm house, looking it over. "Let's see, Leya.... This is it! Right here, Class 1 dorms." Zei-Fong said, smirking down at the trap. Leya looked down nervously. "Oh, brighten up, little Leya. I'm sure you will like this school. Besides. Their uniform looks good on you!" He said with a laugh. Leya elbowed him, and the walked up the stairs to the dorm rooms. It didn't take long for Leya to find her empty dorm, looking around. It was a nice set up, and wasn't taken. They set Leya's luggage down next to her bed, before he turned around, and wrapped her arms around the suited chinese man.
"Take care of mother for me, Zei-Fong."
"And you take care of yourself, Young Master. Or should I say, Mistress."
"Oh stop it, you rice farmer, you."
They again shared laughter, before Leya stood on her tiptoes, and kissed the man's cheek quickly. "Thanks, Zei-Fong."
Soon, the man and his limsuine left, leaving Leya to set up his room. It wouldn't take too terribly long...but it might take a good hour. He sighed, but started to work on putting his things away.