Qudella Naru's Story

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Yamada Taiki

Yamada awoke to the sound of his alarm beeping at 5:00 A.M. Quietly, he slipped on a plain black Tai-Chi uniform and made his way to the the dojo. One good thing about having parents that had more money than they knew what to do with was the fact that he could make requests for buildings like this for Christmas. In fact, his mother was rather pleased when he asked and insisted on remodeling the entire Château. His mother had a knack for using French words, but she was not far off in describing their home thus. Their home was certainly the size of a manor house meant for nobility or gentry in French-speaking regions. Really, it was an amalgram of different styles: English, French, Italian, Russian, American, Korean, Japanese, and Chinese. Personally, Yamada felt their home or Château possessed all style and no substance. He was grateful that his dojo remained simple. Traditionally Japanese, but simple.

After a couple hours of practicing the movements of Tai-Chi, Yamada felt relaxed. His muscles were loosened and his mind was possessed of an inner calm. He made his way to the kitchen, not surprised to find a number of people passed out in various places: on couches or on chairs, at the cocktail bar, and even on the floor. A few, he was certain,had probably made theri way to the guest rooms. For a moment, he missed his father's penthouse in New York City. His father did not socialize nearly as much as his mother and rarely invited more than a few guests over to his home. It was neatly ordered and lacked the passed out form of the occasional middle-aged guest, futilely trying to keep up with the next generation.

That morning, he asked the chef to cook him a simple breakfast of pastries, fruit, and gyokuro tea. He ate slowly, savoring the taste of his meal and thanked the chef before heading for school.

He chose to walk to school that day, as was his habit. It was still early and quiet, but a couple students stopped him and joined him. He said nothing as a bespectacled boy his age joined him along with a girl who, by the looks of it, had dyed her hair a bright blonde. He said nothing. He himself dyed his own hair.

"Good morning, Yamada-kun!" she exclaimed, drowning out the other boy's greeting. Yamada nodded at them.

"Akira-san. Hiro-san," he greeted politely with a polite smile, "How are you today?"

"Like, totally awesome. I got a new idea for a new event. You know, the school doesn't ever celebrate Summer holidays, with Summer vacation and all. I was thinking we push those missed holidays together into a "Summer Remembrance" week," she told him brightly. Hiro frowned at her.

"You just want to turn it in a whole week of nothing but American Independence Day," Hiro told her. Yamada suppressed a sigh. Just as in America, you got people who were obsessed with Japanese culture, you got people in Japan who were obsessed with American culture. The previous summer, when he was visiting his dad, Yamada had invited both of them with them in the hopes of curing Akira of her obsession. It only deepened it.

"I know! Don't you remember the fireworks and the neat costumes and the music! Oh, and the food. And the carnival and ball in Bristol... Oh, and the clowns were hilarious and..."

"We don't have the money in the budget for all that, Akira-chan. Tell her, Yamada-kun," Hiro pleaded. For a moment, he had been distracted. He watched Tembelle Yuu from across the street, distinct in one of her kimonos. Suddenly, he wished he had been walking with her.

"Yamada-kun!" Akira practically shouted, tearing Hiro's eyes from the girl. He sighed.

"Akira-san, Hiro-san is Treasurer for a reason. It's his job to save money," he told her. Before she opened her mouth to complain, however, Hiro continued, "Hiro-san, you know Akira-san will not quit on this. Maybe you can give her something."

"Aww... That's sweet, Yamada-kun..."

The two continued to argue, but Hiro paid no attention to either Akira's exclamations nor her flirtations nor the pained look on Hiro's face when he noticed. Honestly, the two could be quite tiresome. Hiro, not so much, but he was never far away from Akira, who made enough trouble for the both of them. Still, they were at least tolerable.

8:00
Yamada sat at his desk reading a book. Hiro and Akira weren't too far away from him when he heard Miss Meli's incessant shouting. He almost rethought his plan, but he didn't. He wanted to know more about Tembelle Yuu and he wasn't going to get to know her better without seeing more of her. He looked up to see another person enter class, Qudella Naru. He shook his head.

"It would seem that you were held up by Meli-sensei, weren't you Qudella-san?" he asked, subtly giving her a way out of a potential detention.

Ryo didn't like arriving to the school early. It was more of something he was programmed to do. there was a number of reasons he had to arrive early but the number one reason he hated most of all was catching up on work he missed while dealing with a certain someone. Heh, who was he kidding? He would've skipped all the work in the world to do anything with that person. Still, since he was an adult, work had to be done. He sat still dabbling through the numerous numbers of papers on his desk. the last couple of test seemed to have too many trick questions for the students. He prefered his test to be hard but not too hard. No one recieved an F but only a few student got A's. He bit his thumb in excitement. It was only the begginning of the year but he was feeling the natural joys of being able to teach students new things and with this test he saw that he could easilly teach students his very own formulas for equations or shortcutts if you will. Either way, they'll still learn it and they'll have a one up on other students.

It wasn't long until his students started coming and he stated taking role. Each student seemed to be on time except a few, but he decided to call their names last. He was enjoying having at least some none delinquent students but he couldn't blame the ones that did skip. Afterall, he himself use to skip school as a child. So as per usual he called their names last and everyone who he saw first. They had a few extra minutes thanks to Miss Meli's annoucement. His face frowned and the only sound in the classroom after that was the sound of him slapping his palm against his forehead.

You shouldn't act like you rule the school, or openly say you love people on the announcements.

That's what he thought to himself, but right after he sent her a text message saying, "I love you too."

Just then, another disterbance came in as Qudella Naru seemed to ninja herself into class just to yell, “I AM IN, AHAHAHAHAHA!,”.
He glared down at her and she just passively said, “Sorry for the late – eh, sorry for being late! And morning! Isn’t it a lovely morning?"

"Yes it is," He replied, "Now take your seat before I mark you absent for the day. Hojo!!!"
"Yes sensei." His least favorite student stood up.
"Seeing as I have to punish someone for being late and you want to be the first one here everyday, take this hallpass and get the hell out my class!!!"
"Yes Papa.... I- I mean Sensei." The boy nervously said while leaving his room.
"And stop calling me Papa. I'm not you father!!!!."

This kid had to be the person he hated most in the universe. It was because of him that Ryo Taitaijou was known as Papa-sensei. A nickname he despised. He never really liked fathers and much prefered not to be called one himself. Turning to the class he then said, "Well you heard the announcement. Now that role call is over, I suggest you not be late." Afterwards he left the class and headed for the old school building. Yes, he too was part of the Drama club. Not as a club member. Not as overseeer. well on paper he was. But, as a slave. Yes that was his off paper title. Slave to the crazy woman who ran the whole thing. Miss Meli.