Crescent Academy

"You're just short." Kiro stated coldly but still with a tone of mockery. A flash of light blinded him for a second before Ai grinned slyly up at him. He rolled his eyes. "Blackmail? If you circulate that picture around the school no one would know who the hell the person in the picture is, anyway." He removed his hand from Ai's head and shoved it into his pocket again. "And even if the school knew me they'd only think that you're a stalker or something, taking pictures of a guy who rarely smiles smiling." He presented a hard fact.

One of the perks of being the most unnoticed person in class was that he was free to observe people without getting chewed out or getting called a stalker. And he watched as students came and go, changing personalities but staying the same. He had returned to his straight face again and he stared at her, daring her to give him a reply.

"Blackmail? If you circulate that picture around the school no one would know who the hell the person in the picture is, anyway." When Kiro removed his hand from Ai's head she felt a pang of sadness in her heart. "And even if the school knew me they'd only think that you're a stalker or something, taking pictures of a guy who rarely smiles smiling." After those words Ai looked up to notice that Kiro's face had lost all sense of amusement, and after a second she felt herself do the same. Staring up at Kiro with a straight face she looked him straight in the eye and emotionlessly said, "It was a joke Kiro. And if you think about it, you'd realize that you're my only friend at this school as well."

Ai wasn't sure if she had ever been so serious around Kiro before, she'd just always felt comfortable enough around him to let her true self out. But of course, Ai wouldn't be Ai if she didn't show some emotion. Which is why with the same straight face yet a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, Ai added to her previous statement, "Plus, who says I'm not a stalker?" Slowly reaching back into her backpack, Ai toke out her phone once more and found the picture she'd taken of Kiro. It was a good picture to her. Turning the phone to allow Kiro to see it, she held it up and simply said, "I can delete it if you want." Now it was her turn to stare at the boy daring him to answer.

Mikuru cleared her throat. "W-Well... I'm a local he-ere. My mom and dad both w-work at a restaurant near town. I sometimes help w-with cleaning. It's usually my job to pur-urchase supplies whenev-ever I can. I also know a few influ-fluential people. They say that they w-want to make my dr-dreams come true but some of them are in really sh-shady business... Besides, my dream in li-life is to-" she stopped herself. She hadn't been this comfortable with a person since her childhood friend. "Ah, w-well.... W-What about your dream in l-life?"

"Dreams eh..." Ciel thought about it a little. "Now that I think of it, I've never had an ambition that's completely my own. I just follow whatever path is set up for me 78.8% of the time." She thought hard for a bit but wasn't able to come up with anything. "Well for now, I guess I'll finish school. It might take me a little while longer to find what I really want to do with this fleeting existence."

She rests her heads on her hands as she leans back towards her armchair. "Dreams are something one cannot decide on a whim. If we just take whatever opportunity arises, we'll only end up hurting ourselves and others. So what I'm saying is, I'll take my time. What about you? What do you wish to be?" She glanced at Mikuru.

Mikuru thought about it for a moment. "W-Well... My parents sa-say that I have to inherit the-eir business when I turn 18... But... I've a-always wanted to be a marine biologist... I alw-ways loved the sea and I lo-love all the creatures in the sea... I want to study all of the-them, to know ev-every part of the sea... Eheh~ I g-guess that was unexpected, h-huh?"

"Interesting dream you have." Ciel compliments Mikuru, impressed that despite her family preparing a predetermined road for her, she still managed to set a goal of her own. "I suggest you take some naval courses and research if you want to pursue that dream." She smiled at her new found companion. "People wanting to become marine biologists who had taken those courses I mentioned have a 8.5% more chance of succeeding than those who didn't. Plus even if you get lost at sea, you will know how to find your way back." Ciel presents some suggestions. "You're really amazing you know? I don't think I can gather the determination to decide like that."

Kiro shrugged, sighing. "Do whatever you want with the picture. I won't stop you anyway." He turned around. "We better get to class. The number of students are increasing in here and I don't want to bump into any more people." Without another word he started walking off and once he reached the classroom, he went back to his seat and plugged his earphones in, crossing his arms on his desk and laying his head down on them, though he really wasn't sleepy anymore. Well, not anymore since the talk with Ai. He thought back on her statement that cats were scary again.

"Hey, Kana-kun! Do you like cats?" "Eh? Why bring that up?" He saw the girl shrug, the easy smile not gone from her face. "I don't know. I just thought of it."

He blinked again. "Damn, I'm getting those flashbacks again..."

"Aaaaahhhh...." Misato let out a loud yawn after he had thrown the last of the garbage cans into the large incinerator. As part of the school's voluntary cleaning crew, he was required to come to school as early as possible in order to empty out all the garbage cans so the day can start fresh. It was not a very pleasant task but it puts some spare cash in his wallet. This was how he was starting every school day for four years now.

"All right." He turned to face at the large Crescent Academy main building, as he swiped some sweat from his forehead. "All right, what's next?" He ran to a little piece of scrap paper that lists down all the room assignments. "Next is...my room." He shoved the paper down his pocket and went inside the building to drop the bin there first before heading to his classroom. He pushed back the sliding door and saw two students, both female, conversing with each other. From the looks of it, they were so engrossed in what they were talking about that he felt that he no longer needed to alert them of his presence. So he simply walked over to the far side of the door, took the bin there and left without saying anything else. He went back down and did the same thing that he did with the earlier ones.

"Yeah, burn little trash menace..." He laughed to himself as he watched the incinerator take care of everything else. He glanced at his old digital wristwatch and saw that it was almost time for homeroom. "Whoops, better run!" He took off, joining the other students who were starting to flock the main building entrance though, while the others were carrying huge backpacks and handheld bags, he was lunging a giant trash can instead. He managed to get back to his classroom in time to put back the old waste basket and fix his things.

Mikuru blushed at the statement. "I-I'm nothing special r-really... But, th-thank you for the advi-vice, Ciel..." Mikuru smiled warmly. She really did like her new friend. She found a certain happy spark in her that she never even knew she had. Perhaps it might have been enough to convince she was not as worthless as she seemed. She then heard the door open and out popped a boy with black hair and interesting eyes. She blushed at the sight of those eyes, then gasped and hid behind Ciel. She didn't care if she looked childish. It was a new face and he could be dangerous. She needed Ciel to help her.

"What's the matter?" Ciel asked Mikuru as she saw her hide behind her. She looked at the source of her friend's sudden shift. She saw the same boy that had entered the room a while ago. He had just set the waste bin down and was in the middle of preparing his things. "That guy? He's just our classmate who assists the school management. He comes in early to empty the trash cans." Ciel checks out the same guy and greets him "Good morning."

Misato was arranging the books that he usually leaves under his armchair which he keeps padlocked. He leaves them there so he doesn't have to carry too much stuff all day. Just as he was taking out the textbooks for their morning session, he hears a friendly good morning from one of the girls in the room. He turned to their direction and gave them a slight nod, acknowledging the greeting. There was another girl though, hiding behind Ciel, the person who greeted him.

Despite the fact that Misato had studied in Crescent longer than most people, he did not know everyone personally yet, only by their names. Ciel he knew because he had seen her during the scholarship exam but the other one didn't look familiar. Either she was new or she just never really caught his eye. "Good morning." He greeted the two girls. He couldn't help but notice the anxiety of the other girl. He brushed his face with the back of his hand. "What's wrong? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, but you have one there." Ciel pointed at some dirt on the right part of his collar. She watched him brush it off while still wondering hat has gotten into Mikuru.

"Thanks." Misato thanked the two and headed back to his seat. Students were starting to enter here and there, signalling that class is about to start. Back at his seat, he wonders at these developments.

"We better get to class. The number of students are increasing in here and I don't want to bump into any more people." Ai sighed as she watched Kiro walk away without another word. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she slowly walked to homeroom. Looking down at her phone and the picture of the boy Ai grinned mischievously as she made the picture her wallpaper. Kiro had said she could do whatever she wanted with it. After that was done with, Ai stuffed her phone back in her backpack and turned her head down as she trudged through the crowd of ever growing students.

Opening the door to homeroom, Ai made sure to make eye contact with nobody as she sat down in her usual spot in the back of the classroom. Sitting down Ai did a quick glance around the room to see that besides herself there were three others in the room. Two girls sitting next to each other, a boy with red eyes, and Kiro. Ai couldn't help but roll her eyes yet again at the sight of him, he could have at least walked here with me, she thought. But then again, Kiro didn't exactly seem like the type to walk to class with friends, even less someone he disliked.

Digging thru her backpack to find everything she needed, Ai pulled out some paper and dug around some more for her pencil. When two minutes passed by and Ai still couldn't find a pencil she started to panic a little. Cursing her disorganization, Ai pulled out a pen from the bottom of her backpack only to find it didn't work. Looking around the room Ai wondered what she was going to do. She could ask Kiro for a pencil but judging by how he'd walked away from her so fast Ai would say it was safe to bet he didn't want to talk to her anymore. Looking at the other boy Ai instantly ruled him out, she just didn't feel comfortable talking to any guys other then Kiro. That only left the two girls. Standing up on shaking legs, Ai slowly made her way over to the two. Not noticing the girl with purple hair's anxiety she lightly tapped the girl with silver hair's shoulder. "Um, e-excuse me..." she murmured. Looking down at the girl's shoes Ai felt her face grow tomato red and she started playing with her bandage before stuttering, "Uh, d-do you have a pencil I could borrow?"

Ciel still couldn't understand what had just happened. She was still making heads and tails of it when she realized that another girl had already walked up to her, asking to borrow her pencil. She looked up at the girl for a while to check her out before taking out her pencil case which she keeps on a different compartment for ease of access. She took out a fairly new and sharpened 2B pencil and handed it to the girl. "Here you go."

Misato, on the other hand, was reading the student handbook. He checked out the seat assignments, where their positions and names were listed. "So her name is Mikuru Takano..." He said as he checked out the name of the person sitting beside Ciel. "Did I offend or frighten her in some way?" He wondered as he scanned the page for more familiar names, at least to him. He glanced at all the other students. It was the usual scene that he always witness for the first day of classes. Ciel was, interestingly enough, conversing with someone else. Kiro was spacing out again, as usual. His thoughts were cut short as he heard the front doors open, and their homeroom teacher walks into view.

Mikuru eventually poked her head out from behind Ciel and sat down in her seat beside Ciel. She then looked around and studied every one of her classmates one by one. She had just met Ciel and she was friendly enough. She then saw the boy Ciel said was the one who helped assist with cleaning. He had short messy hair and didn't dress in the uniform like some of the other students. However, his red eyes were beautiful... Mikuru found herself smiling before shaking her head. She probably made a bad first impression with him already. She made a note to herself to try and talk to him after class to apologize. She then turned to see a man with green hair and red eyes. He was in his seat with his head in his arms. He didn't seem like he would want to be friends with Mikuru. If anything, he'd coldly shut her out. She made a mental note to herself and then saw the last girl. She had curly auburn hair and deep green eyes. Mikuru had wondered if she could be approachable. She decided she would have to find out later.

Elsewhere

The alarm clock rang off in Misato's bedroom. He woke up with a start and shut off the alarm. "Augh, shut up!" he shouted, still tired. He then turned to look at the clock itself. The time was... "6:50?! Crap, I need to get going soon!!" He quickly pulled on his trusty white coat, pants and shoes before getting ready to run out the door. He stopped as he felt he was missing something. Then he remembered. "Right, the phones!" He picked up his headphones, put each in one ear and ran out the door. He approached the gate by 7:00 and by then, no other student was entering the building. "Shoot... I can still make it."

Back with Mikuru

The homeroom teacher walked inside and sweetly smiled at everyone. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Miss Nanao and I will be your homeroom teacher. Now then, since it's the first day of class and most of you are new, I think it would be great if you could introduce yourselves. Just so you know, we're going in alphabetical order based on last name and I would appreciate you saying one thing you like while saying your name. So first up is... Amane-kun!" Nothing happened. "Amane-kun...?" No one still showed up. Mikuru wondered to herself what could have happened to him. 'Maybe he's sick?' Miss Nanao sighed and said "Well, I guess he's absent-"
"HERE!!!!!!" Misato opened the door as quickly as he could, still breathing heavily from running. He stopped, collected himself and approached the front of the class. Miss Nanao smiled and said "Glad you could finally join us. Now then, why don't you introduce yourself?"
Misato smiled and said "Yeah, sure thing. What's up, guys? I'm Misato Amane and I like sunshine. Nice to meet you all~" Miss Nanao said "Nice to meet you, Misato-kun. Why don't you sit down next to those two girls over there...?" Misato followed where Miss Nanao was pointing and saw two of the most beautiful girls he's ever seen in his life. The first one had silver haired pigtails and was obviously foreign. The second was a local who had short purple hair. He felt a smile creep up as he muttered to himself "With pleasure~" He sat down in the seat next to Ciel, trying not to stare at the two girls.

"Aokigahara Misato but you can just call me Misato." Misato calmly introduced himself. "I transferred here from Hokkaido around four years ago, so if there's any problem feel free to consult me. I'll see what I can do." He took a simple bow and went back to his seat. "Thank you Aokigahara-kun. Okay, who's next?" Their homeroom teacher went over the list of names.

"Ciel Khulaz le Faye, from England, nice to meet you all." Ciel gave a simple and quick introduction when she was called before heading back to her seat beside Mikuru. She seemed a little emotionless when she introduced herself but this didn't bother her one bit. "I don't really intend to give an excellent first impression so that's okay." She thought to herself.

(OOC: This takes place after Kiro and Ai make their introductions.)
Mikuru then shivered a bit as she stood up. She started to speak but no words would come out. She noticed that she was starting to tremble and started to calm herself down. Mikuru cleared her throat and finally spoke. "U-Um... My na-name is Mikuru Takan-no... I-I... I love bo-books..." She sat down quickly after that. She felt very nervous.
Misato looked over at Mikuru and silently cheered in his head. 'Must have taken a lot for her to stand up. I'll talk to her after school.'
Miss Nanao smiled and said "Well, you all seem very likeable in your own way. If that's everyone, let's get started on your first assignment. Open your English books to page 15."
Misato groaned but opened his book. 'Dammit... why'd it have to be English? I can barely get every Japanese thing down, why do I have to learn about English?!'
Mikuru opened up her book diligently and looked through the pages.
Miss Nanao explained "Well, for this, I want to put you in groups of two and analyze the following proverb and translate it back into Japanese. Let's see... Amane-kun, you'll be paired up with Faye-chan. Kanato-kun will be with Mochizuki-chan and Aokigahara-kun, you can get Takano-chan. Work hard you guys~"
Misato did a happy dance inside his head. 'Score! I get to work with one of the hot chicks!!' He put on his best looking smile and walked over to Ciel. "Hey there~ So, which part of England did you come from?"
Mikuru on the other hand started to tremble. She slowly stood up and walked over to the other Misato. She sat down across from his table. They at first worked silently but Mikuru decided to break the ice. "U-Um... I'm so-sorry about this morni-ning... I-I was just n-not familiar with y-you and... I got bu-bullied a lot in mi-middle school so I'm aprehen-hensive towards men... and women... b-but you seem nice... So... I'm so sorry!" Mikuru finished her awkward apology with as deep of a bow as she could make while still sitting in her chair.

The teacher had instructed them to do a paired activity that requires students to translate some proverbs into native Japanese. Ciel was paired with the guy who came in late: Misato Amane. Before starting, he asked her what part of England did she come from.

"I'm from the city of Carlisle, around Northwest." She replied without looking up from her textbook as she continued working on the given set of exercises. It's not like she found him annoying, it's just that she hasn't interacted much with other people let alone boys in real life before.

"Don't mind it too much, I'm quite used to people having that impression. Haha." Misato cheers Mikuru up. He glanced at all the other pairs who were either working silently or chatting with their partner. "Do I really seem like a bad guy?" He wondered at this realization. He turned back to his partner who still had her head bowed down. "It's all right, really. Plus there's also my last name to consider...so I can completely understand why." Misato leans his head back by his chair. "God, why must I be named after that place?"

Misato nodded. "I see. Well then, we'd better get started then. Hm... It's mentioning something about cherry blossoms and wind... That much I know for sure..." Misato seemed lost in thought and confused.
Mikuru blushed at his laugh. She looked up, praying to god that he didn't see. He seemed to be fine but she noticed he seemed sad because of his last name. Mikuru was saddened so she looked Misato in his eyes and said "Y-Your last name isn't bad... Even if it's after a b-bad place... You aren't a b-bad person... U-Um..." Mikuru could tell that he was either not listening or didn't understand her speech... She sighed and muttered to herself "Besides, I-I'm the worthless one..." with a hint of bitterness in her voice. Thinking he hadn't heard her, she pulled out her pencil and began to translate. The cherry blossoms flow deeply in the wind, gone are the petals along with the man's sin... 'So, it's a rhyme, huh?' Mikuru was still a little down from Misato not listening so she continued to work.

"Translations, huh." Kiro absentmindedly spun a ballpen in his hand with ease. He sighed. "Well, at least I'm paired with Ai, probably the only one who can see me in the place. Oh well." He had noticed then that people had come in- Aokigahara, a voluntary cleaner, their homeroom teacher, and another student named Misato.

"And Tadakatsu's still not here." He sighed to himself. "Where could that guy be anyway?" Then he stopped spinning his pen, sighing again. Lazily flipping through his book with a hand he just began translating mentally, gathering what knowledge he had of English and translating.

Running around clumsily trying to put on his clothes while also preparing for the rest of the day, Tadakatsu was only slowing himself down. “Okay, okay.” Tadakatsu spoke to himself. “This was yesterday's assignment. And this was... Actually, I have no clue what this is.” Shrugging his shoulders, the boy crumpled up the paper and threw it toward the trash bin without looking up. The paper didn't even come close to the trash bin and instead hit a pile of books stacked next to the boy's television. The books fell and scattered all over his room. “N-no way.” Tadakatsu began to lament as he reluctantly picked up the fallen books.

If you knew Tadakatsu, these books would seem like a strange thing for the idiotic boy to have. They're way too scientific that even I, the intelligent narrator, would have a hard time understanding a lot of them. They're books on different science theories ranging from common ones you probably know to things I'd never heard of. I guess it makes sense when you think about it. Oh, you don't think it does? Well I guess you'd have to know Tadakatsu a bit better to understand, so you'll probably learn later. Unlike that kid, I'm not really into spilling my guts on the tip of a hat. But anyway, let's get back to this idiot being late.

“All right. That should do it.” Tadakatsu concluded with a smile on his face. He looked around the floor for any more books that might have gotten away from him, but instead found a Polaroid picture face down on the floor. He bent down to pick up the picture, turning it around while getting back up from the ground. A strew of emotions could be seen on his face looking at the picture. Sadness, regret, and a bit of anger. Toward whom? Probably himself. All of these things kept Tadakatsu from really connecting with anyone.

Tadakatsu is a popular guy nowadays, but he doesn't think anything of it. He treats his relationships with others as nothing more than routine. And he's completely fine with that, unfortunately. Tadakatsu treats all his relationships as “face-value friendships”. What this means is that he is fine with hanging out with these people and is even happier to help them out, but that's just it. These relationships are just one-sided. Tadakatsu only gives, but never takes. So people think he is a great friend, which he might be and would be happy to hear anyone call him as such, but that's all it is. Tadakatsu may be a great friend to others, but he doesn't have anyone he can truly call a great friend. That's why these friendships are “face-value friendships”; they never reach beyond the surface.

“Okay, time to get to school, I suppose.” Shaking off the lingering emotions he had held a few moments ago, the boy moves forward. Tadakatsu picks up his bag from beside his bed and walks out into the living room. “Oi, Kei! Are you ready to go?” The only response Tadakatsu received was silence. “Um... Kei? Uh-oh.

You probably understand what happened, but this poor fool is still trying to piece it together. So the boy runs to the doorway to see a pair of shoes missing with a pair of slippers replacing them. Sighing to himself, Tadakatsu spoke. “So she left me behind, huh? How late am I, anywa-” Blankly staring at his watch, this boy began to feel his legs shake. “N-no waaayyyy!” Screaming at the top of his lungs, Tadakatsu jumped into this shoes and sprinted through the front door.

Keep it down you idiot! The neighbors are going to watch us closely again. Remember last time the neighbors avoided you to even the point of taking their garbage out at different times than you? We can't trouble Kei to mediate things for us everyday, you idiot!

Running down the stairs of the apartment building, Tadakatsu made it to the bike rack outside at a speed that would put the track team to shame. But there were visibly no bikes to be found. “Wait, don't tell me that Kei...” Tadakatsu shoved his hand into his pants pocket quickly, but couldn't find the key to his bike's padlock. “Kei!!!” The idiot screamed toward the sky.

“I guess there's no way around it,” Tadakatsu concluded while rolling up his sleeves, “Time to put my nickname, Mach-Speed-Machine to the test!” No one actually calls him that, by the way.

At School

Footsteps echoed throughout the halls as Tadakatsu approached the classroom. Sliding to a halt in front of the classroom door, the boy brashly pulls the door to the side. “Yo Teach', what's-,” Tadakatsu stopped mid-sentence seeing all the students working in pairs quietly, “Up?" He finished his sentence meekly. “Bad timing, huh?”

Miss Nanao jumped a bit at the sound of Tadakatsu's voice. "O-Oh, you surprised me..." She briefly looked through her list and then pointed him out. "Isogai-kun... Well, everyone's in pairs already but since some students are absent, I suppose group work is more than welcome. Why not get paired with... Aokigahara-kun and Takano-chan?" She then dragged Tadakatsu towards Mikuru's group. "Takano-chan, Aokigahara-kun, this is Tadakatsu Isogai-kun. He's going to be paired up with you two, okay?"
Mikuru looked up in surprise and saw yet another unfamiliar face. He too had wonderful eyes, she blushed and hid her face behind her hands, not wanting to be bullied outright. 'Please don't hate me, please don't hate me...' Mikuru thought over and over again in her mind.
Misato looked behind him and saw Mikuru hiding. 'That girl... What's wrong?' He then continued to work. 'Crap, I'm totally lost... Why did it have to be English?!'

Billie-Jean took one look at her alarm clock and cursed she was late for school! This wasn't the first impression she was going for! Stumbling out of bed she headed for the shower, only to run into her weird parents.

"Mom! Mother! Father! Dad!" she screamed in horror covering her eyes.

Her parents happened to be practicing their religion this morning. You see Billie-Jean's parents where hippies, they where children of the flower power and music. Their religion consisted of sharing a blunt or snorting crack, her mother told her that it helped them become one with the earth, moon, and sun. Her dad said it brought the connect of mind and body. Billie-Jean thought they were all just stupid drug addicts.

Currently the scene before her eyes was proving her point.

Her four parents sat in a circle in their birthday suits basing around a blunt. Billie-Jean spotted various other drugs she wasn't going to comment on. The group of adults turned to look at Billie-Jean all with the same glassy eyes.

Her mother giggled. She held out a the blunt to her daughter. "BJ darling....come take some... join are connection with the mother..."

Billie-Jean scrunched her nose up in disgust. BJ didn't like smoking and certainty hated when her parents where on drugs. It messed with there mind and constantly effected their judgement. She wondered what it would be like to have normal parents. Just a mother and father who worked an office job. Instead of four parents, she loved her parents she did, but truly blamed them for her weirdness. No parent should be OK with giving their teenager a blunt, and they also shouldn't be OK with giving their four year old a blunt.

Billie-Jean batted the blunt away that her mother was shoving in her face nearly burning her cheek. "No mother smoking is bad! Plus i'm starting a new school today don't you want me to make friends?"

Her Dad picked up the still burning joint from the floor and started puffing away.

Her mom shrugged. "Suit yourself kid I was just trying to help your nerves, besides when did you concern yourself with your peers?"

Billie-Jean scowled. "When my dance company said I need to start doing other dances besides solos or be fired."

Growing up with parents that grew drugs for a living was hard. It caused Billie-Jean to be different from everyone else in her class making it hard to make friends. She couldn't bring friends home in fear of her classmates finding out her parents were druggies. It also didn't help that every time she meet a peer she couldn't help but say something rude. It wasn't her fault that the only interaction she had was with drugged hippies or emotionless dancers.

Or maybe it was the rainbow colored hair and piercings?

Looking at the time on the living room clock BJ swore. This inside debate would have to wait she had school to get to.

"All right, Sensei!" Tadakatsu pulled up a chair enthusiastically and set it next to the two students he was now working with. "So it's Takano and Aokigahara, right? Nice to meet you. Well, formally meet, anyway. I'm Tadakatsu Isogai, by the way. Try not to be intimidated by my mad academic skills and hip slang." Joking, Tadakatsu pulled out his notebook to begin working. "Actually, what subject are we in right now?" He looked over onto Takano's paper to see English words translated to Japanese. Damn, I suck at English! Why did I have to come in this period?! Scratching his head nervously, Tadakatsu began to think to himself. It's fine, all you have to do is make it so you don't look like an idiot. Easy enough, right? Now translate the next one to show your worth to this group!

"Don't worry guys, I got this one!" Tadakatsu spoke hastily and began before either of them could argue. Skimming over the phrase multiple times, the boy spoke up. "Yes, right here! I have the answer. Speaking as if he were on a game show, Tadakatsu cleared his throat to answer. "Yes, we're going with, He that slips of many farts, thinks of buns." This saying then traveled through Tadakatsu's brain after he had already said it aloud. “Wait! Let me contract that statement! I meant to say... uh...” Tadakatsu began to reread the English statement. “I got it! It says, He that sips of many arts, drinks of none. And that's our final answer!” Satisfied with himself, Tadakatsu spoke. “I think I'm starting to get the hang of this.”

After throwing random stuff in her book bag, and throwing on random clothes. Billie-Jean styled her hair rainbow colored hair, lined her eyes in the thickest purple liner, and shoved her teal glasses on her face. She dashed out of her room grabbing the car keys from the do kitchen counter, and finding her dance bag in the fridge. (Why it was there she couldn't tell you.) BJ dashed to the car and jumped into the families mini van, with flower, and the word "groovy" painted on the side. She pushed a weed plant to the back of the van, and turned on the car. Heading toward her school.

It occurred to her that maybe she should ask people for directions, or maybe print out something on from google maps at least. After turning around in circles two times she gave up and pulled up next to the nearest pedestrian. She pulled up next to a nice old lady rolled down her window and said in the most polite voice she could manage,

"Miss! Would you happen to know where Crescent Academy is?"

This was what she was going for. But what came out of her mouth was completely different.

"Hey! Old lady! Where the hell is Crescent Academy?!!"

The woman took one look at the rainbow colored hair, makeup, cherry shaped piercings, and the mini van and stuck up her nose at BJ.

"If I would of known they were accepting such FILTH I would not of let my grandson go there..." The old woman said in the most snootiest voice ever.

Oh lord.... thought Billie-Jean. Just let the darn woman answer my question.

Almost as if it pained her the woman told Billie-Jean how to get there through clenched teeth.

If she had taken any longer Billie-Jean might of not made it at all!

She found a empty spot next to the main building, and quickly gathered her stuff and locked the car.

She had pulled out her schedule and was about to head to English class when a teacher stopped her.

It was the hair, and the piercings, and makeup, and the the fact that BJ smelled like weed.

She was stuck in the principles office for two hours....

Well at least she'll make it for lunch...

Ciel was startled a bit by the sudden appearance of a student. He had just arrived to this class while everyone was in the middle of working already. She was used to seeing latecomers but 30 minutes late for the first subject seems a bit too much, at least for her. She shrugged it off and continued working. She turned to her partner Amane. "I'm nearly done with the first five questions. If you want, you can already start with the other half of the activity." She suggested this to him. It is a group effort after all.

"I'm spacing out again like Kiro..." Misato realized as his partner suddenly fell silent. He glanced back at her and muttered a quick apology. "Oh, I'm sorry. I kind of lost it for a second." He glanced over at her progress so far, they were pretty good. "I guess, I'll start working on this part then." Misato settled down to work, his pen rapidly jotting down answers as fast as he could. He only stopped for a moment to rub his forehead. Truth be told, he was feeling a little sleepy due to having spent more time working than usual. He took out a pack of peppermints from his pocket and ate one. He felt less sleepy when he has something in his mouth. He raised it up and offered one to Mikuru but saw that her attention is somewhere else. She had her hands raised to her face like she was avoiding eye contact with somebody. He turned around and saw another male student, assigned to their group. "Whoah, I was feeling so sleepy, I didn't hear him come in." His eyes darted back and forth from Mikuru to Tadakatsu, the other student assigned to their group. "What's up?" He greeted.