Miiko Tadashi's Story

Lynx Field Academy, a school to where the shape shifters are free and welcomed. L.F.A is really like any other human school to be fair. Except the kids turn into animals and have that animals abilities, when in animal form they can talk like humans. When in human form, they have no special strengths other than their own human like abilities. the school is highly known for it's sports teams, because heaven knows, animals love their sports.

It's an enjoyable school, once you cross onto the grounds, the area is covered by a barrier that protects them from human eyes, allowing them to be in their own animal form and not get caught.

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The early morning was slowly becoming brighter. The sun started to rise higher and higher, letting itself slowly peeking it's way into each student's dorm room windows. Enma had just finished moving in his last box. Sure, it was weird for him to be the only student coming into school so late in the early year. The school was already a month into everything and he had missed his shot into trying out in the sports teams.

His mother is the type of woman who would constantly moving around from place to place. Never there for too long, but never there for too short of a time. Though, this time was different. His mother had gotten remarried and was about to be expecting a new bouncing baby boy. So they had finally settled down and his mom had found him a school that he could be himself in. More like a school where she didn't have to worry on him all the time.

Enma, unlike his mom, stepfather and younger stepsister. He was gifted with his father's genes. Only the females on his dad's side of the family are gifted with the power of turning into animals. No one was really sure as to why, but it had always happened. Enma was the only exception. His father had left to figure out why, so he says, but, they haven't seen him scene Enma was 5 years old. Eventually his mom gave up and found another life.

This was different too him, the change in his life had left him sleepless and exhausted. Agreeing to go to this school, only because he didn't part of the picture anymore. To him, it was only right to let his mom go and move on.

With no expression on his face, he quietly pulled out a basketball from the bag it was hiding in. The rusty orange color and the leather smell had always calmed him down. It would make him think of the court and put him at ease.

Without a second thought, he slipped on a white shirt with a yellow zip up hoodie and a red jacket. The extra fabric helped him from getting cold. He was use to his animal form on most times and with all the fur, he had no use for two coats. Wasn't much into the time before he grabbed his bag and a map to the school, before heading out and looking around.

There was still about 30 minutes until class, he was hoping to make it in time to get everything good and done.

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Miiko snuggled under the comforter in her bed located in the girls' dorm. The brisk morning air was attempting to break through the barricade of warmth Miiko had so carefully put together by slithering it's way underneath the blankets and tickling the exposed skin of her arms. It was at this point that Miiko had given up trying to sleep and threw the covers off, instantly regretting her decision and going back under once more. It took a few tries before she was able to roll off of the mattress and step onto the wooden floor, creaking towards the bathroom she shared with her roommate. Miiko turned the shower on high and waited for it to get hot before peeling off her pajamas and stepping under the stream of water.

It was nearly an hour later before she finally stepped out of the room, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her long bow on the other. The archery team was having an early meeting before class and Miiko was already running late. She jogged downstairs and across campus to the little building off the side of the school and kicked off her shoes, going to the locker room to change into her archery uniform. It wasn't long before the meeting ended and she ran back into the locker room to change into her day clothes, leaving her long bow in it's case in her locker.

As Miiko put her shoes back on and stepped outside, she noticed someone standing at the gate of the school. Curiously the rabbit crossed the campus walking towards the entrance and wondering if he was a transfer student. He began to move away from the gate and towards the school building, which caused Miiko picked up the pace a bit in order to catch up. "Hello!" She called, falling into step behind him, bouncing on her heels as she followed. "Are you new here? I've never seen you around." Not that Miiko knew everyone, but she was pretty popular as far as students went and had a bit of a reputation. It wasn't as great as some of the athletes like Jurou, more like as the girl that randomly turned into a rabbit that other students would pick up and carry around. She had trouble controlling her transformations sometimes....

"Do you need help looking for your class? I'm Miiko by the way."

Enma's eyes were focused on the building. He couldn't help but stare up in wonder. Feeling nervous he pulled out his basketball from it's bag, holding it in his hands to calm down as he started to walk again.

"Hello!" Enma looked up a little to see who had come up to him. It was a girl. Her blue eyes is what caught him. It reminded him of the ocean during a cloudless day. They were warm and inviting. Her hair was the same way, but a caramel color. "Are you new here? I've never seen you around."

He couldn't help but just stare. He wasn't use to people noticing him, but I guess seeing as there was so little people here right now, he was bound to be noticed.

"Do you need help looking for your class? I'm Miiko by the way." He couldn't help but noticed how hyper she was, even though she hasn't said much. She was even a bit taller than him too.

Catching himself from staring, he averted his eyes and started to head to class. guessing she would follow, his hands gripped the ball slightly tighter. Im just headed to 3-b. He was saying it as if he didn't need the help. But he kept his words short and his voice in a low volume.

It all happened so fast. The halls ended up getting crowded and full of people. And without much effort he had slipped through the crowd, losing the girl in the process. It's not as if he did it on purpose, it was more like a habit. He was the type to come and go as he pleased.

Enma had a lack of presents with him. So not much noticed him or really cared too much whether he was here or not. In a way it was helpful to him when no one noticed him. He could get away with alot more and not have to worry about anything.

His eyes were focused on his ball but it never stopped him from noticing his surroundings.

"Let's race to class! Now! Show me what's the fuss all about! Come on!" a girls voice echoed through. She seemed to be challenging someone.

But there was no reply yet.

Wanting to avoid this, he hadn't realized how close he was to them before he was about to crash and hit them. Barely, he had turned and dodged them, eyes still kept on his ball as he quickly started to walk away in the same line he had appeared to be in before he dodged them. It was as if it never happened.

Another crowd of people came as the bell rang and quickly he went through them as if he wasn't even there, making it into the classroom with a huff.

The huff helped the teacher noticed him. "Oh, hello you, can I help you?"

Without saying anything Enma handed her his slip, showing he was the new kid who had transferred here just yesterday night.

"You're quick at coming to school. You didn't have to be here until yesterday. If you like, you can go back to your dorm and sleep. I know you must have just got here not to long ago. Aren't you tired?"

"No.." It was sort of true, he didn't feel, yet.

"Well alright, if you say so dear. Mind staying here?" She pointed to a stool next to her desk for him to sit in. "Ill introduce you once everyone gets here."

Turning his gym bag behind him as it was still strapped over his shoulder, he had sat down with his basketball in his lap quietly.

"Goodness you. There is no need to be so shy! If it wasn't for you huffing, i wouldn't have even noticed you." the teacher chuckled softly. She was a fairly pretty lady for her age. Straight brown hair and a slim body. But her breast where too big for even herself. It looked as if they would tip her over any second..

Jurou's brain kept arguing with itself; Basketball! No class, but I want to play Basketball, but you need to go to class. In the end he knew he'd just go to class, contemplating the other option was pointless but it was easy for him to get distracted. Sometimes if he found something more interesting than what someone was telling him, he'd zone out and concentrate on the distraction. This tended to frustrate quite a few people as it caused him to unintentionally stop listening or not give them any attention.

As he continued walking to class, the halls filled with more and more people, he had done arguing with himself and concentrated on manoeuvring around them. Until he heard someone call out to him "hm?" A bit off guard, he turned to see who owned the unfamiliar voice only to see a female right in front of him. She must have moved fast, he hadn't noticed her being there before. How had she managed to get in front of him so easily with so many people around them? Remotely, he was impressed, this girl had energy, it made him pleased to see he wasn't the only one. But what she said afterwards... "Huuuh?" A bit surprised by her random challenge, he frowned at her, raising a brow. Sure he had been challenged plenty of times before, but not in the hallway, to race. Jurou loomed over her, a fierce yet determined look in his eyes. "Are you some kind of idiot?" He continued as other students passed by, moving around them, some looking back and obviously talking about the two. Curiosity was something everyone possessed, especially when a stranger approached the school's sports prodigy, as they liked to call him. A smug look along with a grin formed on his face as he spoke "don't get me wrong, I'll race you any day. But this isn't the place to do it. It's stupid to think a race could take place in the damn hallway." His eyes most judging as they stared into the female's. He liked her spirit and interest in seeing what he was capable of. "After class." Was all he said to end the conversation on the matter, confirming that he was indeed keen on the race.

Jurou's eyes trailed away for a moment, he noticed something his eyes would always automatically lock onto, a basketball. They then studied the one holding it, some guy he hadn't seen at the school before, he was pretty short, he wondered if he actually played basketball and played it well or maybe he was just giving the ball to someone who left it behind? He was most curious about this new face, but just as quickly as he had seen the guy, as he walked in his direction, he had disappeared. What the? He turned around to try and spot him but he could not. Perhaps he was just seeing things?

There seemed to be a female that had been trailing behind him, but had lost sight of him as well, at least he assumed she had been following him. He kind of hoped she had been following him so he could convince himself that he wasn't seeing things.

"Oh no my stuff!" Jurou turned to see what had happened as the voice sounded distressed slightly. He noticed a few things on the ground, not too far from him as some students did their best to carefully step over the things. Ah so she was clumsy. That was when he realised it was the Cheer leading Captain. She was pretty popular with the guys he had to admit. A lot of them tended to talk about her from time to time, being typical males. It was sad to see no one help her though, sure he could be an ass but he knew to help someone when they looked like they needed it. He gave the female who had challenged him one last look and a cheeky smile formed on his face as he left to help the girl "see ya after class."

Approaching the Cheer Leading Captain, he knelt down and grabbed as many items as he could, standing up and handing them to her. "Try not to be so clumsy, people will step on you." Then left. Too many distractions, he needed to get to class already. There was just, quite a few interesting new faces and people he hadn't met this year. He wanted to meet them all. Jurou didn't like the thought of everyone know him and he not knowing them, it felt odd.

Finally arriving to class with a relieved sigh for making it on time, he greeted the teacher. "Morning." He said to her with a short wave of the hand. He sat at his desk, looking to the front of the class. The basketball. His eyes widened slightly, it was him. So he was knew. He studied the red head as he sat silently on the stool at the front of the class. Jurou was quite obviously staring, a bit of a habit of his when he was curious about someone or something. Basketball was his first favourite sport, Volleyball came in second as it was the second sport he learned. Jurou wanted to ask the shorty many questions, but for now, he'd have to be patient.

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Miiko had lost the boy in the crowd. She pouted, figuring that this would have been a good chance to befriend someone new but alas he had disappeared with the masses. "Oh well," Miiko sighed and realized that the hallways were beginning to clear. She had to get to class! Miiko wove her small frame around the remainder of students lingering in the halls; she was just about enter through the doorway when something shiny caught her eye and she froze, kneeling down to pick up a little charm. "Whatever could this be?" The female mumbled to herself and placed it in one of her pockets. She stood upright and opened the door to the classroom, finding the new boy there and discovering that she was the last to enter. "Sorry I'm late," Miiko apologized and took a seat behind Aisuru who smelled like muffins.

Miiko's stomach growled, she had skipped breakfast in order to make it to archery practice and the affects of hunger were beginning to set in. Miiko took out her notebook and attempted to focus on whatever it is they were doing, but her stomach growled once more, much louder this time. It was at that moment that the female noticed Aisuru had more muffins in her bag. She reached over to tap the girl on her shoulder and put on her friendliest smiles, "Do you think I could have one of those?" Miiko asked, hoping that the answer was yes.

She was hushed by the teacher who turned to the board to write something down. Miiko frowned and sighed quietly, pretending to take notes. Something suddenly hit the window and Miiko jumped, turning into a rabbit. The outline of a bird was left on the glass and she quickly turned back, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment. Hopefully everyone was too busy working to notice her loss of control.

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Jurou managed to over hear the conversation a bit between the new kid and the teacher. He heard him ask if any sports were accepting and that the teacher had told him he would have to stay in this class for now until they arranged to move him. It was a shame really. Especially seeing as how he certainly knew how to handle a basketball. Jurou watched the guy bounce the ball on random parts of his arm and hand, in a bit of awe actually, there was, no sound? He was doing it so lightly and perfectly with ease, he wasn't even watching the ball. Jurou wanted to talk to him, wanted to see what he was capable of. Perhaps give him a chance to stay in the class and join a sport. But for now he could not, not yet anyway.

Those cat like eyes certainly got his attention though, so they could shift into the same animal it seemed. This also pleased Jurou as a smile formed on his face. His attention was taken for a moment however, as the women from earlier who had challenged him had passed him a note. He frowned, but grabbed it nonetheless, read it to himself then simply glared at the note. Jurou then tore the piece of paper in half without trying to hide it at all, he wanted to show her how much he simply disregarded that whole note. He would not write back, he would let her squirm with anguish behind him, possibly feeling like her eyes wear burning the back of his head but it was all on purpose anyway. He would chuck it in the bin later as it lay on his desk in half.

The Cheer Leading captain soon entered the classroom shortly after temper tantrum behind him. As she seated herself, she seemed to have offered the class muffins, he would have jumped at the chance to have one but someone had already been hushed by the teacher for asking for one. Jurou pouted childishly as his tummy grumbled. The guy did have a big breakfast, he had no reason to be hungry, but alas, he was. He did eat a lot and should burn it off shortly anyway. So Jurou simply stared at the muffins and the unfamiliar female who sat behind the Captain, he remembered seeing her in the hallway but that was about it. Hey perhaps she knew the new kid? She did seem to be following him, shortly. He would have to ask her about him later. Wait did she just transform in the middle of class? At least she was quick enough to turn back, the bird hitting the window must have really scared her, she was quite jumpy it seemed. Poor bird. Oh well. The girl was bright red now though, how amusing. Jurou couldn't help snickering to himself, trying not to laugh too loud so he wouldn't get in trouble.

Aaand another student was late. Someone he was also unfamiliar with. The lilac haired female sat behind the jumpy one, she seemed to have noticed the girl transform too, poor thing she must be quite embarrassed at this point, still he couldn't help but find it amusing.
Whenever the teacher might start to introduce the new kid to the class, perhaps then he could suggest offering a try out for him to join the Basketball team. If he could show he was good enough to be on the team, Jurou would gladly accept him. He was a rather flexible guy and didn't like the thought of anyone missing out on such an amazing sport. For now, he'd remain silent, eager to at least hear the new kid's name.

"Alright class, shut up for once and listen to what I have to say!" The teacher turned around to face the class after writing on the board 'Shut up' in all caps.

Her loud voice made Enma lift his shoulder to his ear, rubbing it. The loudness was unexpected and slightly irritating.

She smacked her yard stick down on her desk and laughed hard. But stopped laughing the moment she had realized Enma was sitting there. But before he had got the chance of getting hit. He was already up off the seat and standing up away from the yard stick. First he was sitting and now he was standing, almost in a stance you'd use in basketball.

"Ah, sorry kid. Forgot you were there. Where you hit?" The teacher pulled the yard stick back.

Enma stared at her with a blank expression. He thought she was nuts. If he didn't have that kind of reflex, there was no way, it would have missed.

"Uhm, anyway class. This here is Enma Zero'nick. He'll..

Bling! Her computer went off and she checked the message and gasped, taking a glance at Enma, who never kept his eyes off of her.

"Forgive me for earlier, it would seem you are stuck in this class. And the Headmaster had already signed you up for the Basketball team. I wish you would have told me sooner." She sighed and looked around. "Go sit down in the far back, next to the window. You'll be sitting alone."

Itching the side of his head, he grabbed his stuff and started to head towards the back, but was caught off guard at the sound of growling. Reaching in his bag, he tossed on the Man's desk a hot bun wrapped in a plastic. The guy had wild black hair and eyes that sorta looked like honey to Enma. Staring a bit too long he started to walk again and then sat down at his desk.

Placing his bag in the seat next to him, after putting the ball away, he leaned his chin in his hand and closed his eyes. The exhaustion got to him the moment he sat down. Slowly he peeked his eyes open and looked out the window. there was a bird print on the class. It was a perfect outline. Then there was a butterfly who landed softly on the mark and then flew away again, as if blessing the spot.

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It was a long school day and nearly at the end of it. Enma was not feeling his energy. He wanted to take a very long cat nap and not wake up until morning. The last bell of the day had finally wrong. It was like music to Enma's ears. And even though he had gotten away with sleeping in class, it wasn't enough for him.

Stepping outside the classroom he had noticed the groups of people trying to pass through and get to their rooms or Sports events. Enma stepped to the side to let his classmates pass through. Instead of walking through the mess off people, he quietly pulled out a book from his bag and started to read it while leaned against the wall.