Ichiro Wakahisa
The final school bell rang, echoing with a collective sigh of relief from the students. That bell meant an end to the pressures of school life- the homework, the stress, the drama of everyday life. Not that Ichiro often let himself get swept up in this drama, as he mostly kept to himself. He rose from his seat and calmly slid his books into his bag as students danced and celebrated around him, their joy having seemingly no effect on him. He left the classroom, walking at his usual trduging pace while others ran about around him. The other students paid him no notice. As a general rule, he was largely ignored. In school, Ichiro was labeled as a freak due to his temperament. He couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of relief at the absence of that.
The young man walked home by himself, his vividly green eyes glued to his feet, as if he had to make sure they were taking each step correctly. His long white bangs fell to the side of his face, hiding it from view from the side. He came to his apartment building and stepped inside. "Hey, 'afternoon, kid." The front desk attendant said, smiling at him. Since he was an emancipated minor, the staff took it upon themselves to call him 'kid'. Ichiro gave her a weak smile, brushing his bangs away for a moment. "School's out!" She said, trying to get more out of the quiet young man. "Yes, so it is..." Ichiro mumbled, his smile growing a bit. He waved lightly to her and then hurried up the stairs to his apartment.
Tossing his school bag aside to the ground, he crashed on the couch, groaning and rubbing his eyes. With each passing second, he was more and more happy that school was over. The sitting to the side or in the corner of the classroom, being teased for his quietness... it was utterly ridiculous. At least he wouldn't have to put up with as much of that during the break. Suddenly, a thought came to him- perhaps he should check his mailbox? But he didn't want to get up... He sighed and hauled himself to his feet, dragging himself out of his room and down the hall to where the mail slots were. "Wakahisa...Wakahisa..." He mumbled, scanning the labels for his name. He found his slot, and was rather surprised to find that it was not empty. He never got letters from
his mother, who seemed to want to forget about him, and his brother certainly wasn't going to be sending him letter, where he was. Cautiously he pulled out the envelope, just in case it was going to explode or something. He took it back to his room, sat down on the couch and carefully tore it open. Indeed, it was addressed to him; there had been no mistake. There was no return address listed. Briefly, he wondered if it was hate mail.
It was not. A party? He thought incredulously. Who would be inviting him to a party? No friends of his were the type to throw parties. I should probably just skip out... But then, he was intruiged by this party. Something inside him made him want to go, but he wasn't entirely sure what or why. He sighed. It would be rude to simply not attend. He decided to go. Still, he wasn't sure if this was going to be a good idea or not. Might as well find out!
Ichiro went to his small bedroom and rifled through his clothes. His favorite grey hoodie probably wouldn't be the best choice, he thought- he got the impression this was more of a formal affair than that. He pulled out a white dress shirt and a grey suit jacket, with grey pants of the same shade. It was the only formal outfit he owned, and the last time he had worn it was for a funeral. The mere sight of that grey shade brought back the memories of the day, when the sky was the same melancholy hue, and it had even begun to rain as if the sky was weeping over the loss, as well. Ichiro turned away and picked up the letter again. He checked the address over again, but he still could not figure out who the author of the letter was. Ah, well, perhaps he would find out at the party, he thought.
The final school bell rang, echoing with a collective sigh of relief from the students. That bell meant an end to the pressures of school life- the homework, the stress, the drama of everyday life. Not that Ichiro often let himself get swept up in this drama, as he mostly kept to himself. He rose from his seat and calmly slid his books into his bag as students danced and celebrated around him, their joy having seemingly no effect on him. He left the classroom, walking at his usual trduging pace while others ran about around him. The other students paid him no notice. As a general rule, he was largely ignored. In school, Ichiro was labeled as a freak due to his temperament. He couldn't help but feel the smallest bit of relief at the absence of that.
The young man walked home by himself, his vividly green eyes glued to his feet, as if he had to make sure they were taking each step correctly. His long white bangs fell to the side of his face, hiding it from view from the side. He came to his apartment building and stepped inside. "Hey, 'afternoon, kid." The front desk attendant said, smiling at him. Since he was an emancipated minor, the staff took it upon themselves to call him 'kid'. Ichiro gave her a weak smile, brushing his bangs away for a moment. "School's out!" She said, trying to get more out of the quiet young man. "Yes, so it is..." Ichiro mumbled, his smile growing a bit. He waved lightly to her and then hurried up the stairs to his apartment.
Tossing his school bag aside to the ground, he crashed on the couch, groaning and rubbing his eyes. With each passing second, he was more and more happy that school was over. The sitting to the side or in the corner of the classroom, being teased for his quietness... it was utterly ridiculous. At least he wouldn't have to put up with as much of that during the break. Suddenly, a thought came to him- perhaps he should check his mailbox? But he didn't want to get up... He sighed and hauled himself to his feet, dragging himself out of his room and down the hall to where the mail slots were. "Wakahisa...Wakahisa..." He mumbled, scanning the labels for his name. He found his slot, and was rather surprised to find that it was not empty. He never got letters from
his mother, who seemed to want to forget about him, and his brother certainly wasn't going to be sending him letter, where he was. Cautiously he pulled out the envelope, just in case it was going to explode or something. He took it back to his room, sat down on the couch and carefully tore it open. Indeed, it was addressed to him; there had been no mistake. There was no return address listed. Briefly, he wondered if it was hate mail.
It was not. A party? He thought incredulously. Who would be inviting him to a party? No friends of his were the type to throw parties. I should probably just skip out... But then, he was intruiged by this party. Something inside him made him want to go, but he wasn't entirely sure what or why. He sighed. It would be rude to simply not attend. He decided to go. Still, he wasn't sure if this was going to be a good idea or not. Might as well find out!
Ichiro went to his small bedroom and rifled through his clothes. His favorite grey hoodie probably wouldn't be the best choice, he thought- he got the impression this was more of a formal affair than that. He pulled out a white dress shirt and a grey suit jacket, with grey pants of the same shade. It was the only formal outfit he owned, and the last time he had worn it was for a funeral. The mere sight of that grey shade brought back the memories of the day, when the sky was the same melancholy hue, and it had even begun to rain as if the sky was weeping over the loss, as well. Ichiro turned away and picked up the letter again. He checked the address over again, but he still could not figure out who the author of the letter was. Ah, well, perhaps he would find out at the party, he thought.
(just Ichiro for now; I think I'll introduce Jiro at the party)