Kita Ayumu's Story

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█✱⋮MONDAY APRIL 2 10:00 - CLEAR SKIES 」

Welcome students to Kimura SS! The first hour and a half of the morning was spent in the auditorium, attending the usual welcome assembly given to all students of Kimura every year. For some it's the same old, same old, but for our freshman students it's quite the exciting thing to have their acceptance confirmed and celebrated. They're given a basic rundown of expected events for the school year, tensions rising specifically at the mention of the school foundation festival. December 3 was the projected date.

Afterwards, everyone returned to their respective buildings. Students have more or less settled into their homerooms, with introductions out of the way. Regular morning classes were cancelled, but come afternoon classes will resume as normal. Students are free to explore the premises until 1pm; that's including your lunch period already. That's a good three hours of free time though, so use it well!

Theme Song: Life Prolonging Treatment
Current Track: The Second Year’s Reiterating

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Jido nonchalantly stirred from his uneventful slumber. Yet again, no dreams, only a looming shroud of pure darkness voided of any mental creativity. Once his eyes had focused from their tired state, the image of his outstretched hand was finally clear. Behind his palm was a backdrop of grey pigmentation. The decor of his room was nothing extravagant, aside from its size and the assortment of cabinets, it was pretty plain. Following the procedure he had completed a countless number of times, he folded each individual finger on itself, then balled his fist to finish off the process.

”Phalanges are operating smoothly, as expected.” Although his hands were the least harmed in the accident, they were probably the most important bodily article to him. After all, he wouldn’t be able to tinker or make any progression without them. Sure, having a few replaced organs was nice and all, but at least he was smart enough to shield his face, more specifically his eyes. Due to his quick thinking, he is now able to see clearly and mold his ideals however he wishes. But because of the collection of scars littering his body, the boy has grown used to sleeping and wearing long-sleeved attire at all times. Even if it was blistering hot outside, much like it was today, the young inventor refused to wear anything that didn’t reach his wrists. Luckily for him, Kimura’s uniform fulfilled such prerequisites and caused him no trouble. Speaking of the scholastic institution…

”Oh, right. Classes start today.” He muttered in his characteristic monotonous tone as he rose from his comforter. Jido’s eyes wandered over to the lone window on the other side of the room. A weak glimmer was attempting to creep its way out of the curtains and into the lightless room. A narrowed gaze met the sight before diverting its attention to the night table oriented next to the bed. Already sprawled on it was a half empty plastic water bottle, accompanied by a slew of vials containing an assortment of varying pills. Some were knocked over, while others were primly set upright. Either way they were his lifeline to this world, not that he treated them with such a high regard. Jido groaned and delved into the reiterative process of allowing chemicals to bolster his existence. As a child, he found it a tedious trial to down pills, but now he accomplishes the task like a versed veteran. He was unsure whether that was actually something to be proud of. After coaxing the last capsule with a swig of water, a knock at the door drew his attention.

”Come in.” The restless teen managed to eke out in a barely audible voice. Luckily, the middle-aged who entered the room had quite the sharp hearing, and could probably discern Jido’s phlegmatic tone out of a bustling crowd. "Master Jido, I have had your uniform prepared. What would you like for breakfast?” The butler queried whilst he hung up the student’s apparel by a hanger. The boy sighed as he eased himself off the bed and stretched out, ”Some melon bread would be nice. Oh, and a cup of coffee… Please.” He nearly forgot the last part, still disused to the policy of politeness, regardless of the sixteen years he’s spent within this spacious house. At least he had the decency to add on the honorifics to people he barely knew, but since this man had been his personal caretaker since he was a mere infant, such principles didn’t apply to him. ”Right away. Please be sure to keep your workshop managed, if you don’t want any other hands tampering with it.” Jido gave a slight nod of acknowledgement to the man before he departed.

The boy quickly followed through with the usual daily ordeals. Showering, brushing his teeth, relieving himself of last night’s dinner, the whole enchilada. He ended with weaving a tie around his neck by using the mirror laced with condensation as reference. With the black article firmly tightened, he set out for the first day of his second year at KSS. The house wasn’t large enough to warrant it a maze, but it was still an arduous task scaling the stairway to the ground floor. His satchel hang loosely from his shoulder as he accepted the melon bread and cup of coffee on his way towards the door. And so concluded summer, but at its conclusion was another beginning, which Jido wasn’t all too hyped about.

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Although being chauffeured to the school would be a more logical decision for a student with a ‘medical’ problem, Jido’s mother never ceased to impose a proper mindset onto him. After all, she didn’t want to raise a pompous little brat who took everything for granted. No, no, she wanted to make the boy work for his merit. And in all honesty, he happily indulged himself in this philosophy. Since his mother was home more than his father, he naturally became more adhered to her train of thought. Because of that, the youth has a respect for the finer things in life, and makes do with what he has obtained on his own. Unfortunately, modesty didn’t entail endurance within its terms of agreement. By the time he had reached the auditorium, his substitute heart was about to burst at its welded seams. The concoction of edible sweetness and bitter liquid didn’t help to ease him, but after finding a seat, his mind went to autopilot as the principal ascended up the stage to initiate the welcoming assembly.

After an hour and a half of motivational speeches, musical interludes put together by MFPA returnees- some of which written in an blatantly obvious cursory manner, and other customs of such a ceremony, the students were finally let off the leash for homeroom. There were a few familiar people scattered throughout the ocean of new or unknown individuals. Jido nearly walked into the first years' section on instinct, but quickly redirected himself before making himself a center of laughter. Class 2-A's room barely differentiated from the others. Maybe one desk was angles five more degree to the right than one in 1-A's room, but either than that, it was a carbon copy. The student set his belongings down next to a random beanbag and waited to be callled up. His introduction to the class of 2-A was nothing out of the ordinary. He simply stood up from his beanbag and gave a nearly identical debut to last year’s.

”Good morning. My name is Monohi Jido. Feel free to call me by my own name, rather than my family, as it will save you an extra syllable. Thank you.” He spoke in a monotonous and dull demeanor, and quickly slumped back down into his seat. The inventor landed on the soft surface with a thump and instinctively completely leaned onto his back. After the other introductions, morning classes were cancelled, and students were given free reign until afternoon classes picked up. The option of making a retreat for a lab was intriguing, but since he had already found himself in a comfortable position, he saw no point in getting up again. Even in his peaceful state, he could already feel a familiar presence looming over him. Regardless of the feeling of impending doom, he kept his face at an unhealthy distance from his tablet as he continued to tap away at the screen.

Sorry...

"But mooom!" A 7-year-old boy moaned. "I don't like chicken and broccoli!"
"Yusuke, honey! You should try new things. You might change your mind. Besides, it's healthy!" the mother smiled.
"But I don't wanna!" the child insisted, as he crossed his arms and pouted.
"But I don't wanna!" Ayumu repeated the line, the pout and the arm crossing.
"Stop it!" Yusuke glared at her.
"Stop it!" the girl glared back.
"Ayumu, dear. don't tease your brother," the mother said.
"Yeah! Knock it off!" the boy put his arms on his hips.
"Yeah! Knock it off!" Ayumu once again mimicked her little brother before she pulled him at her, wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big smooch on his cheek.
"Ugh!" Yusuke groaned while wiping his face. "I bet you'll torture Kenta the same way!" he pointed at the mother's belly that has been growing for the last seven months.
"This will be your task," Ayumu said calmly, showing a much lower pitched voice. Then she ruffled Yusuke's hair. "You'll be nice to your classmates, won't you?"
"I will, but you're not the role model for this!" he replied.
"Come on, kids! Don't be late for school! And behave!" the mother said before the two siblings went to their respective schools.

"It's nice to go back here..." Ayumu thought when she reached Kimura School Suite. "The last year, eh? It feels like just yesterday everyone was unfamilliar, now around two thirds of the school are my kouhai. I'll sure miss this place a lot,"

After some time of greeting and hugging fellow classmates, it was time for the introduction.
"Bond." Ayumu said with a confident and relaxed face when her turn to introduce herself in class came. "James Bond."
The black haired girl picked up her pen and pretended to smoke it like a cigarrette. One would expect smoke coming out of her mouth.
"Miss Kita, just please! Introduce yourself properly! You're wasting everyone's time! It's enough that all of this is a waste of time itself, since you're seniors," the teacher said.
"Kita Ayumu. Acting and cupcake loving."

After everyone introduced themselves for the third time, Ayumu headed to class 3 - A's room.
"Let's see if Daisuke and Allecra are still in the room. I think they still don't know each other well." she thought.
"This year it will change! but first... I'll greet them properly."

The girl fumbled into her bag, took out a giant bunny head from a costume and put it on her head, thus waiting next to 3 - A's classroom. As Daisuke was already headed to the basement, maybe Allecra would show up.

(Sorry...)

Male offspring of a female dog.

"Hiiii!" Ayumu greeted Hiroshi in a high pitced cartoonish voice. Then she said something in gibberish, which sounded like 'Yes, it's a wonderful morning!'
The black haired girl took the mask off and looked at the room of class 3 - A, as it was already empty.

"Hey, hey! Hiroshi! Look! I'm a texting teenage girl!" she turned back to the pink haired boy, took out her cellphone and started texting. She was writing something, then she stopped, pretending to wait. Then her face lit up.
"Oh! He replied!" she squealed. Then her facial expression darkened a lot.
"Oh... it's just my boyfriend." she said in a dissapointed tone, before she started clicking on the phone again.

Ayumu was really sending some text messages. During her sketch she wrote to both Daisuke and Allecra:
'Where are you? Do you want to hang out?'
She hoped they were still in the school, in mood for some social interaction. This way, the four of them would have some fun together. That is, if Hiroshi wasn't busy with something.

"Hey, Hiroshi!" she turned back to the boy. "You're a fellow actor, aren't you? Do you want to improvise something with me? Like here? Or in the basement? Or maybe..." Ayumu started snickering at the last sentence. "In the middle of the school yard, right in the center of the three buildings?"

Hiroshi smiled slightly as he listened to Ayumu talk excitedly to him. He liked the girl. She was rather good at comedy partly due to the fact that she was, by nature, a happy-go-lucky type of girl. It always helped your acting if you were really playing yourself, he noted. He watched as he texted, noting her disappointment as she read something.

"Oh... it's just my boyfriend."

"Romance troubles, Ayumu-chan? Too bad not everyone can be as devlishly handsome, clever, and charming as me," he jested.

He paused for a moment as she asked him if he wanted to improvise something with her. Why not? he asked himself. He grinned at her idea about providing a performance out in the middle of the school yard. Yes, that should be fun, he decided. It certainly beat sitting around in class. Of course, he would be playing a role then, but he liked to change things up every once in a while.

"Of course, I would, Ayumu-chan! A gentleman is obliged to honor the wishes of a lady, particularly a lady as beautiful and charming as yourself," he told her flirtatiously. He paused for a moment, rubbing his chin in thought at just what type of show they would form. He grinned as he stood up and offered her his hand.

"What type of genre do you prefer today, Ayumu-chan? Historical? Fantasy? Sci-Fi? Romance?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully as he glanced around at the others in the room.

"Shall we invite the others?"

I double posted in the wrong location.

Who can outdo this?

"Huh? Where did Hiroshi go?" Ayumu asked.
"I can see him over there!" one of her classmates replied.
"Thank you, dear!" Ayumu smiled at him.

The four of them followed Hiroshi to the basement.

"There you are. All the three of you," Ayumu walked in. "I'm glad I found you two in the same room. Hey, do you want to see me and Hiroshi doing an improvisation in the middle of the school yard?"

Ayumu was happy to see Daisuke and Allecra. She hoped they would agree to watch the play. Ayumu would gladly put plenty effort into it. Much more effort than the author of her actions in the recent past.

Ayumu chuckled at Hiroshi's hand grabbing comment. He sure liked spreading those left and right.
"Once he gets a girlfriend, he'd better restrict himself, though." She thought.
"Alrighty then." Ayumu smiled. "Soothe yourself, Daisuke. All of the volunteers, come with us to witness our magic. Oh my! We'll be in the middle of the yard, won't we? Our audience might grow and I'm getting nervous, Hiroshi." she spoke calmly, raised her hand slightly and winked back. If Horishi casually did this with her, why wouldn't she throw the ball back once in a while?
"Let's go first." Ayumu said and headed to the basement's exit.