Renard Fontaine & Ro Kaizer It was another year, but who knows what this year holds. Every year it was the same in every school with the seniors leaving and freshmen coming in, even the occasional transfer student like himself coming in. The question was, was that he really didnât know what to expect. So far in his life he was merely a leaf that went with the wind but never truly going down his own course unless guided by others. As to why, he either had no choice in the matter or he was simply not strong enough to oppose the change. It was most likely due to his lack of confidence in himself. It was what could be expected, seeing that he had spent the majority of his school life under his brothersâ study through elementary and then middle school, it was only in his sophomore year in High School that the shackles were finally broken so that he could fly.
His flight however was only temporary, since his father conveniently got a new job in Japan, causing the whole family to move over there. Just after Ro had begun opening more at school and making friends, becoming popular and all that, now he was back at ground level to start all over again in a school that didnât even speak the same lingo. There was probably some, though it was probably handy that his parents got him a tutor to learn Japanese over the holidays which further restricted him over his summer holidays. Nothing went his way at all it seemed, so would this year be any different? Afterall, last year without his brother he had made friends and revealed what he was made of. Sure not all of it was great with his embarrassing relationship with Jackson Main, the guy in every girlâs dreams, seeing as he dated quite a few of them, if not all, only to then desire him.
Ro truly did not understand people sometimes, nor could he even understand himself. Though he was disappointed in leaving, it did give him a fresh start where he could forget about the whole Jackson affair. The bonus of being in an all-boys academy was that there was no girls which meant he was only to concentrate on work and playing now and then, the whole concept of love could be thrown out the window for now and thereby reduce the confusion as he now entered the school grounds and saw how big Misaki Creek was. He was expecting it to be big with it being an Academy and that you lived there which was also a bonus as he could be more independent and helped him get away from his brother and his not-so-caring parents, but he underestimated how big it truly was.
âAre you lost?â was the sound that came behind him. Turning around, Ro rested his eyes upon a slim and slender man who had just come out of his sleek and slender car. There was no way that the man was a student, for one he didnât look young and two, how a student could afford such a car as he had. âI am new here, I am just curious as to where Iâm supposed to go. This place is massive!â, he exclaimed, looking around as he saw groups of students scattered here and there and having no idea where to start. Intimidation was not the word, and didnât help that there were guys way taller and stronger out there too, it was like a jungle. Sure he was aware heâd be starting from scratch of having to meet people again but Misaki was enormous and a much bigger challenge than anticipated.
A thin smile spread across Renardâs face as the new student was no doubt bewildered by the grandeur that was this particular institute that had become a home to him. âIf you believe the exterior is massive, wait till you see the interior...â, he responded with a playful tone. It was not his intention to scare the student even more, but highlight the reality of the situation, so he decided then to make amends, âIt is not as bad as it may seem in all honesty, you soon get used to it and then find yourself going to one area more than another. As for where youâre supposed to go, well anywhere really since today is for introductions, though the cafe is the best place which is where Iâm going now if you follow me. My name is Renard Fontaine, Head of the Expressive Arts Department and Teacher for Art and Music, and you are?â.
Roâs eyes widened as soon as the man spoke about the place being even more bigger and monstrous inside, not that they were the terms used by the man who was certainly learned, leaving him to suggest that he must be a teacher which he revealed. He suppressed his excitement as he usually does when Art is mentioned, seeing as such is what has kept him going year after year while he remained in his brothersâ shadow. However, Art is not exactly âguyâ material, hence why he preferred sport and why he excelled at such last year, even if it resulted catching the wrong kind of attention. He was secretly hoping for girls to be fan-girling him, not expecting the most popular guy in school who also worked as a model to be enthralled by him. âRo, Ro Kaizer, third yearâ, he answered quite quickly and sounding like a computer almost.
It seemed that Ro wasnât much the talker, though mostly his attitude was contributed by his nervousness, âInteresting...I would ask what has brought you to Misaki, but the most important part is that you are here and that you have time to settle in. From the looks of you...â, taking closer examination of Ro as Renardâs piercing eyes scanned him from top to bottom quite quickly, specifically taking note to his exposed chest that had caused by his neglect to do up the buttons, though no doubt such was his style, â...you seem like someone interested in sport, though I would suggest hiding your exposing area, the guys go bananas...â. Renard couldnât help but have a little humour here and there when he can, it was not his fault that others gave him the opportunity, before easing the studentâs mind, âam kidding...â, and locating Ryuu outside the cafe, unfortunately smoking but heâd let it go since he was outside.
âRyuu, Ro....Ro, Ryuuâ, as Renard introduced them both before turning to Ryuu, âRo is a transfer student in third year, so seeing as you both have a common interest in sport, perhaps you can help get him acquainted with the place, or that cigarette is coming out your mouthâ, not intending for it to be blackmail at all. If he wanted to smoke, then it was his choice as far as Renard is concerned, as long as it doesnât disturb his work and right now his work included being responsible for the new year intake. Renard isnât the strict or serious type unless it involves music or art, though he does see the need to show discipline now and then to show whose boss, though he tends to do such in a relaxed and laid-back manner as he was with Ryuu, since he was essentially passing Ro onto him so that he could continue on his route. Besides, passing new students onto other students would then help that get acquainted from a student perspective rather than a teacher who would only drum into their hand how wonderful music and art is.
Entering into the cafe, he looked around at the faces, some familiar and some new, the new ones perking up his interest as he walked casually round the tables like a ghost until his eyes was instantly lured in by a drawing from one of the new students it seemed. Smiling, he went up towards the counter, only for his eyes to rest upon Victor who was smoking, another cigarette and this time it was indoors which unfortunately bound him as a teacher to intervene, as two long fingers shaped as scissors, took hold of his cigarette and pulled out with a sigh coming from his mouth since it came from one of his students, that in itself caused him to be more concerned than these lovers of sport, not that he has anything against them. "Sie wissen, dass Sie nicht rauchen sollen, Victor [You know you shouldn't be smoking Victor]..... aber ich denke, die odd one wĂŒrde nicht schaden [though I guess the odd one wouldn't hurt]â, he told him in German as he lifted the cigarette to his own mouth, before blowing out into the air and passing it back afterwards.
The students that tend to enjoy the lessons more are clearly the ones who love the class, Victor was one of these students, and of course if students enjoyed the class and produced wonderful work, then such students became Renardâs favourites, again such was the case with Victor so it truly was a shame that it was his last year. It was the same every year but it was the way the cookie crumbled. âIâll be right back", he told him before walking up to the counter for 'teacher privilege' which was an awesome invention, "Two Hot Chocolates....actually make that Three", slapping down the change on the counter as he spotted Luka enter who was quite talented at drawing himself which he could recall from his Art classes, as he called, "Luka....Watashi o sanka shi ni kite kudasai [Please come join me]", as he took the three cups of hot chocolate onto the table where the unknown first year sat. He then passed one to an empty seat for Luka and then another to the first year, "Call it artist prerogative", he said with a smile, "What is it that you are drawing?", motioning Luka to look also, seeing that he was just about to pass on another student to another, as well as help the unknown first year get acquainted with one of his classmates. With no classes today, there wasn't alot that Renard could actually do.