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Bishop Trander

"Well, it looks like I'm going to be at this school longer than the others... Things will be different this time. Right?" EDITED

0 · 6,596 views · located in Airdalen Academy

a character in “No-Go AA+”, as played by SuperQ19

Description

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ImageName
Bishop Trander

Nicknames
Pacman, only his dad calls him that when he's eating.

Grade
Freshman

Age
16 (Birthday 17 July)

Gender
Male

Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual/Straight "W-What? Uhh, what kind of a question is that? I-I like girls!" @/////@

Faceclaim
Nagisa Hazuki (Free!)



"Well like it says... That's the basics."





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ImageAppearance
Bishop stands at a slightly above average height for a male freshman at 5'10". Due to his extensive practice in swimming, his body is lean and muscular however not to the effect that he seems 'wiry'. His eyes are a vibrant sky blue that seem to always hold a glimmer of kindness to them. However, catching him in the right mood and you'll see a powerful fire behind them that betrays his gentle nature. He's taken most of his looks from his father, but for now, they appear to be softened by his mother's genetics.

Nationality
Japanese and American

STATS: 44
Intellect:
Athleticism: 17
Charm: 9
Popularity: 14
Notoriety: 1





"Most Important Stat: Intellect/Athleticism "Well... It's a tie really. If I don't practice, I might lose my scholarship for poor performance. And I have to keep my grades up to keep my scholarship too so... Yeah. Hehe" ^^'

Most Appealing Stat: Charm "Well... I like a girl that can show me new things. Life is about experiences, well that's what my mom said."





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    ☣ Dancing || Bishop is a pretty good dancer! He doesn't take himself too seriously, so just get him out on the floor and be amazed!

    ☣ Nickname || Bishop has a family nickname; 'Pacman' because given the boy's active lifestyle and young metabolism he's ALWAYS hungry. If he isn't hungry, it won't take him long to be hungry again.

    ☣ Parents || His parents have a very good skill of embarrassing him. Whether it's his mom showing his friends embarrassing photos, or his dad acting goofy it seems that they enjoy embarrassing him. "MOM~! Stop showing people that picture~!!!!"

    ☣ Music || Bishop really loves music. He uses it as an avenue to escape into his own mind and just ponder over things. Don't be surprised if you catch him skipping about a little bit if the boy finds himself alone, or lip-syncing along to the lyrics. His signing voices isn't terrible, but there's no way he would try out for the school choir on his own. His taste in music is broad and very diverse. Him and his dad especially love J-Pop!




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"Everyone is good at something! Some people just don't know it yet."





Strengths

    ✔ Kindhearted|| Bishop's nature is that of an overly kind soul. He likes to help people, and do whatever he can to make their day better if they matter to him. Even if it's just making them smile. As well, Bishop is usually first to stick up for others before doing the same for himself.

    ✔ Fitness || Blessed with a natural talent and good coaching, Bishop is in excellent shape for a young man his age. His natural abilities have earned him a scholarship to Airdalen Academy.

    ✔ STRENGTH ||

Weaknesses
    ☠ Self-doubt || Through all of his experiences Bishop has had a longing for something he's been missing for much of his life. True friendship. This is has left him slightly behind the curve when it comes to being social and often finds himself outside the 'circle of friends' or simply on his own.

    ☠ Language barrier || Being raised on military bases most of his life, his first language was English and his second being Japanese. This means that he will have some trouble trying to put thought into the appropriate words in Japanese. He always carries a pocket dictionary with notes in it just in case he needs some help.

    ☠ Socially Ignorant || Especially with girls: With Bishop at the forefront of going through puberty there's a lot that he has to learn. All that he knows for now is that he definitely likes girls, but isn't well versed with flirting or picking up on the 'signs'.





" My dad once told me that weaknesses aren't a bad thing. Nothing is perfect. But it's your friends' strengths that make up for your weaknesses."





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Personality

"Well... I honestly can't help who I am. So why not be the best 'me' that I can be!"


Bishop generally is a very kind person. He tends to try and think about other people, often to a fault and is as positive in himself as he is about other people. His mother always said that he saw the best in people, even when nobody else would or could. However, despite his positive nature, Bishop has a bit of a problem really getting close to people. Moving around so much he's never really had a 'best friend' or a large group of friends before. This leaves him somewhat ignorant to a number of social things, which he is fully aware of and holds himself back because of it... Which exacerbates the issue. All in all, though, Bishop is the kind of person to never give up on anyone no matter what they had done to him in the past. His parents raised him to always do what was 'right' and forgiveness is one of those things. He doesn't believe in holding a grudge, although he's had no reason to in his life. Deep down inside, Bishop loves a good competition. Especially in events that pit him against other individuals, but that doesn't mean he isn't a team player. His self-sacrificing nature is a boost to any team or friendship. He would do a lot for his friends, and even a surprising amount for people he barely knows or don't like him.




"You're still here?"





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Bishop grew up in a military family, with his father being an officer in the U.S. Navy as an EOD operator. That being said he's used to moving around a lot, and has had some trouble gaining very close friends through the years. On the plus side, he's been to numerous countries including the U.S., Guam, most recently Australia and of course Japan. He's moved in from the naval base in Okinawa when his father was reassigned to another near the capital of Tokyo. This time around his mother wanted to try and settle in the city she grew up in buying a home not too far from her old house. Bishop's greatest hobby at his young age is swimming competitively and he's actually very skilled! So much so that the young man has earned himself a swimming scholarship at the elite Airdalen High School! This is looking to be the first school he's ever gone to where he's going to stay for more than a year.[/center]




"As much as traveling is great, I wish I was able to stay in one place for more than a year or two."





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Biological:


ImageName: Kimiko Trander

Relationship: Mother

Bishop is very close to his mother. They have a typical mother-son relationship doing as he's told and showing up on time for curfew. He lives at home with his mother not seeing his father as much as they all would like. But he understands and is just happy to have parents like them at all. He is quite protective of her though, she's one of the few people he would legitimately fight for. Kimiko is a lively woman, always charismatic and charming she has a contagious laugh and seems to brighten everyone's day. It's no wonder where Bishop get's many of his habits from.




ImageName: Alex Trander

Relationship: Father

About: Bishop and his dad have always bonded well. He takes in every word the man says and hopes to one day be as great as he is. Unfortunately due to his father's work in the U.S. Navy he isn't home all the time or for very long. Usually every other weekend or so. His father works as an officer in the Navy commanding a small unit of Explosive Ordinance Disposal (EOD) operators along with a few allied nations that work with them. Alex's figure and first impression are generally impressive standing tall with a strong trained body you'd think he was an action movie star. But the American is very laid back and can surprise you with things you wouldn't expect. He's intelligent, polite and well versed on social interactions usually leading a conversation or starting one. It's no wonder why Bishop looks up to his dad so much. (Couldn't find anything in anime)




ImageName: Grandmother Seito

Relationship: Grandmother

About: Seito is an endearing woman that you would think is very traditional. But to the contrary, she's her own woman knowing full well when tradition doesn't have its place in the modern world. She's a very skilled gambler and loves to nag her grandson about finding a pretty girlfriend. Bishop will occasionally stop by their old big house to study if his mother is being too rambunctious playing Wii or being weird. He also tends to sleep over for a few days when his dad comes into town so they can have some 'alone time' which he frankly doesn't want to know about in the least.




ImageName: Aunt Musubi

Relationship: Aunt

About: His aunt is pretty nosy. Musubi is notorious for finding out information about Bishop through seemingly innocent questions then spilling the details like gossip to her sister Kimiko. Musubi is a master Judo instructor and has a very competitive nature, as well as can a bit bossy.





Godfathers:

Bishop has 3 godfathers, all military officers from different countries that have been longtime friends of his father. They were there he was born and have babysat him when his parents were away on multiple occasions. They don't come by as often as his father does, but he's close to all of them.




ImageName: Chester Landcaster

Relationship: Godfather

About: Warrant Officer 2 of the British Army, Special Air Service Explosive Ordinance Disposal officer.




ImageName: Julius Widowgast

Relationship: Godfather

About: Oberleutnant (Captain) German Kommando Spezial Kraft, Explosive Ordinance Disposal Officer




ImageName: Neji Takezawa

Relationship: Godfather

About: Sergeant Major in the Japanese Imperial Army, Special Forces Group, Explosive Ordinance Disposal Unit[/font]

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" He's a guy that everyone makes a big deal about... Not entirely sure why. But he's nice enough, but looks a little stiff "

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" Who? "

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" Fuyuki said that she and 'J-kun' were childhood friends.... They don't seem like the type to be friends... And what's with that look? "

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" I'm sorry, I don't know who that is. "

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" He was the first person to help me at this new school. Seems really quiet though, but he speaks English and is easy to talk to. Maybe we can talk more as time goes on. "

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" She's like... The nicest person EVER! I actually can't pronounce her name yet, but I think we'll become good friends. "

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" I've met her once before, at the theater club booth. She seems so nice, kinda like a big sister. "

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" Fuyu-Senpai- she's great! I just don't like everyone staring at us all the time. It's like she's a celebrity or something and I'm caught up in a wave. "

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" I saw her being what looked like was bullied by a boy. I still haven't talked to her again; although I'm not sure if I want to. "

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" He was tossing around that girl's phone. Don't really know him, but the vibe I'm getting is a bully. "

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" Probably the closest thing to a best friend I have at this school. But is he gay? I mean, I don't care if he is. But from what I saw.... Hmmmm. "

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" He's the swimming club president.... What makes him so special? "

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" I saw her at swim practice, but other than that I don't really know her. "

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" Who? Sounds like a Western name. "

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" Doesn't sound familiar, sorry. "

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So begins...

Bishop Trander's Story

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"Arigatou!" Fuyuki's gaze landed on the departing form of Johnny. Her eyes held that usual cheer, but underneath there is a subtle glint. What it exactly meant was left only to her understanding. And when the green-eyed foreigner left, she returned her undivided attention to her adorable junior, Bishop. His cheeks were red like plums that she wanted to pinch them like some kind of stuffed toy. However, she still has the sensibilities not too cause much attention. After all, she could already see that her junior was not used to such spotlight. So, she held back.

There was another interesting thing to note. Fuyuki followed Bishop's gaze when he was looking down. It pinpointed to one of her peeves, so to speak. "Tell me." She leaned forward, awfully close to his face, while placing her hands on the desk between them. "Do you also like them bigger?" There was a noticeable pout on her lips, but her eyes reflected seriousness and the hopelessness which resembled that of a puppy. Her expression was seductively charming that the other juniors present could not help but blush and the other overly active ones had nosebleeds. "Do you?"

When Bishop managed a response, Fuyuki decided to relent. She pulled away from the desk and then offered her hand for him to take. "Well, we can't keep them waiting, right?" She was of course referring to his parents. It would be rude for her to keep their son this long. She had also informed ahead her security and house that she would be returning home at a later time. There was an obvious resistance, but she had always been the kind that blazes through her path and just face the consequences afterwards. It was fine as long as she did what she wished for.

"Kindly escort me, B-kun." Those acacia-hued eyes gazed at Bishop. From this point on, Fuyuki would rely on him. Ever since she was young, she had always been taken by car to anywhere she goes. Unless, it was something she did not receive permission to. But usually, she would have just walked there. She does have basic knowledge of public transportation, but she never really used one. But if he would be picked up, she would still need to rely on him to introduce her or at least present her to his parents.

Fuyuki allowed herself to be led by Bishop, but of course she was holding his hand. It was something she would not concede on. The serenity that was constantly far from her was near again. It was a surprising thing and she had yet to fully understand why it was that case for her. That is why she simply followed behind her junior and looked at his profile with a gentle gaze. Never once did she looked at anything or anyone else. But inside her mind, she was seeking answers to her questions.

It had been just a few days since Fuyuki's attendance at Airdalen. But, she had encountered a lot of familiar faces. Some were pleasant, some were not so. She also met new interesting people. She learned new things and confirmed old ones. But at the end of it all, she was thankful to have Bishop as her junior. At first, it was just curiosity. She had always been fond of foreigners. But then, she received something more than a mere satisfaction for her preference. This had been a colorful week for her.

Fuyuki's hold to Bishop's hand tightened. "Don't leave me alone. Don't let me go, okay?"

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"Tell me." <Shit!> Bishop panicked when Fuyuki caught him staring down at her chest, flinching and looked back into her eyes with a heavy blush. When she leaned in, he leaned back making his chair tilt slightly. "Do you also like them bigger?" He blinked- then blinked again. Eyes drifted down, then back up but unfortunately he was unable to help himself from a peak given the question. "Do you?" Quite a bit of attention was drawn to them now, but Bishop dared not look away- mostly because he felt that something would happen if he did. "Ahh-er uhh...." Bishop dare not say 'yes', he was ashamed that THAT was his answer; but he was a teenage boy. so he lied. "I- ah... N-Not necessarily. Hehe, it d-depends on the person." In his entire life, that was honestly his best lie because it was partly the truth. Fortunately for him, his senior (Fuyuki) relented and leaned back feeling the searing heat from her advances and questioning ease off as well. "Well, we can't keep them waiting, right? Kindly escort me, B-Kun." "Hm? Oh, hai."

Her junior stood and quickly finished packing his things. "My mother will be picking me up from school, ah- I should probably let her know that I'll have you with me." "Junior Class President-san for boys" He looked over to see another senior in the class room Kazuki, the man he knew through Fuyuki and got a bad feeling about. Last time he was just simply ignored for the most part, but now he was calling for his friend Akira and a sense of unease hit his stomach just in the way he talked. He still had an escort duty for his senior but he really wanted to him his friend (Akira) despite not having really talked to him for the entire day really. However, Akira and Kazuki departed quickly before he could get to the door and he sped up to follow. He felt a tug, realizing that Fuyuki was holding onto his hand when he looked back. "Ara, sorry Fuyu-Senpai. Ah..." He glanced down the hall as the other pair (Akira and Kazuki) gained distance on them until there was a stop and Kazuki pulled his friend (Akira) close. That's when he remembered- Akira was gay right? Bishop had seen him before with another boy in his lap, was this? He was confused now and realized how out of his depth he was for the whole situation. He really wanted to intervene somehow but was feeling the weight of Fuyuki holding him back, it was a torturous moment for him until spontaneously the two separated and Akira took off running. That must have been a bad sign, right? The hand in his squeezed tight, stealing his attention once more. He looked down into his small senior's eyes. "Don't leave me alone. Don't let me go, okay?" "H-Hai, Fuyu-Senpai..."

It was already out of his hands and there was nothing he could do about it, Akira hadn't noticed him all day and he didn't think the boy (Akira) would call or text him later as it was. When they got to an intersection, Bishop was forced to turn right and head down the hall towards the main courtyard at the front of the school. During the journey he was silent and concerned, keeping an eye out for his dear friend Akira who disappeared and was somewhere around. They made it outside to the fresh air, with Bishop guiding Fuyuki towards the front where it seemed even more commotion was. "Agh! Can this week please chill!" He spouted out in his American English with frustration, with several people crowded around another small group that seemed to be lying on the ground. Something about a car careening off the road at high speed then taking off after almost hitting someone. The scene looked safe now so he moved outwards to just outside the gate and looked around. He heard a horn beep and the familiar blue car that was his mother's car. "Ah there... Here we go." He glanced back to Fuyuki suddenly getting nervous and turned back to see the biggest shit eating grin on his mother's face as she pulled up.

"Ah geeze..."
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Notoriety +1 (Kazuki)

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"Hmm..." Kazuki looked unimpressed by Akira's retorts and probably the act of escaping from his whimsical villainy. As if to emphasize that, he did not move as he watched her scamper away through the nearby window as if it was not his problem at all. The eyes that had been gathered towards them now held a well of concern towards the white-haired junior who ran away from the infamous Hellion. When it comes to resisting him, it never ends well that is the prevalent notion of those who knew the trouble-loving senior.

After a good few seconds, Kazuki finally moved and went to the now opened window. His amber gold eyes looked at Akira's escaping figure. "So girly." He muttered under his breath, but it did not matter to him if anyone heard it though. He tilted his head to the left and placed a hand at his nape as if expressing through his actions that this 'bothersome'. Actually if one would truly observe, his eyes moved so subtly quick, casting its attention ever so briefly towards 'Rapunzel' and that eyesore of a blonde kid. It seemed blonde people are sources of his irritation, always. At this point, he can empathize why Hitler chose to annihilate an entire race, instead of a few.

Kazuki placed a hand at the window sill which lifted him up and then he effortlessly slid out of the window in a smooth fashion. His feet landed on the ground without issue as he began to walk away following Akira's trail. However, he did not seem to be in a hurry at all. It was far different from the usual fast-paced him that is seen by all. He seemed to be out of his element. People believed he would be running after his prey like a cheetah, but instead he was enjoying a leisurely stroll. There was no urgency in his steps as he even greeted some acquaintances he passed by. Yet, it would not be good to underestimate him. Because even now, his eyes were certainly locked on his 'toy'. There was no escaping that especially when he needs a good round of distraction.

Eventually, Kazuki found an interesting tool. "Let me have it and I'll hook you up with Saori later." He spoke with that confident tone which people usually could not help but believe in. The said guy handed it to him and he placed it beneath his feet. That devious smirk returned to his lips as he kicked his foot for a good start and soon enough he was literally skating through the school grounds without him wasting much energy. It was not a problem for him to dodge the stationary or moving objects in his way. After all, he is hardwired to bypass all walls or locks that prevent him from doing whatever he pleases with his life. But of course, it didn't take long when he garnered the attention of the school staff.

It was rather inevitable. Kazuki was skateboarding through the crowd of students all heading to their clubs or going home. Moreover, he was not the kind to mind other people. He had always let people make a path for him rather than him telling them to move away beforehand. The school staff was yelling at him to not skateboard or to stop causing trouble for others. Now, he found those orders disagreeable to him and so, he simply continued on his way, letting it be carried by the wind and before long, he was coasting beside Akira without much fuss. "Oi. Kaichou-chan. Did you really think you can escape me?" His voice carried the usual mischief, but also held a certain tint of aggressiveness. He placed down a foot to stop his momentum and kicked the board up as he caught it effortlessly.

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"Let's go. I will accompany you." Kazuki pulled Akira closer. He also did not mind if people are staring at them. He also did not mind the passing whispers in regards to his sexual preferences. Certainly, it would not be long before it had spread within the campus the possibility of him and her having that homosexual affiliation. "I will compensate your hard work. I assure you." The last of his words were said with that seductive undertone and him teasingly nibbling a portion of her ear. "Kaichou-chan." He made a point as this time, he encircled her body with his other arm that was still holding the skateboard in hand, completely locking her against him.

However, there was no need for Akira to resist. That's because his hold slackened. His eyes were not looking at her anymore and instead was glued with intensity at the main gates. A whirl of emotion flashed through his gaze, but it was hard to pinpoint what they were due to how fast they disappeared. One thing was for certain. He released the white-haired junior from his arms. "I'll find you later." He messed her hair for good measure and even left the skateboard with her, but his eyes never rested on her even once. He then walked away from her without much fuss. His feet soon carried him to the scene where another car incident occurred. It had not even been a week since the one he was personally involved in. That memory brought him a wave of unnecessary emotions that he crumpled and threw away immediately.

"Big guy." Kazuki was now standing over Johnny and Gen who were in an embrace. His eyes for the first time did not hold the normal sass. Instead, it held that glint of familiarity as it overlapped with something coldly stern. "Let Gen go now. You might crush her." It was hard to detect if he was being mean or being considerate, but there was no joke in his tone this time around. His golden eyes narrowed giving it a sharpness resembling that of a jungle cat calculating the detailed movements of whatever that took its attention. He lowered himself to the grown as he squatted right behind Gen. "Take care of yourself." His eyes landing on Johnny without a ripple of emotion in it. As it would appear, he and this jug-head seemed to meet under the getting hurt star.

Image"Why are you always getting hurt when we meet, big guy?" Whether there is a jab of humor there or none, it cannot be determined so easily since Kazuki looked at Johnny with those eyes piercing in its gaze. "But, thanks." He muttered as he switched his attention to the crowd gathering about. "If you are not helping or calling for someone to clean this mess, scram now." A growl from the Hellion was enough to have some to scatter away. He did not carry much dark clout of fear like that of Ryou or respect by Aeon, but he did carry a reputation that is not afraid of having a throw down if angered.

"Gen." Kazuki addressed his fellow senior, but it was softer. He waited for her response to him, before he continued on. "Come with me." He stretched out his arms a bit, opening it for her. His eyes softened something quite different than what is known of him and if one had been observing him in detail. They would consider this rather unorthodox of the Hellion. Recently, he would only show such gentleness towards a certain brown-haired girl senior. "I need to know you're fine." The haughtiness, arrogance, and confident mischief could not be heard or seen in him at the moment. "Okay?" He added like an assurance and his eyes solely reflected Gen.

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Even for a brief moment, Fuyuki's beautiful countenance displayed a distant expression. It was something that is akin to finding a four-leaf clover. As to why this occurred, that was most likely due to the presence of the one she calls, J. Her fellow senior appeared to be calling someone out, specifically a class president. That was odd since she had always known him to dislike authority figures. That is why her curiosity led her to look at the familiar white-haired boy, she had met before. He is a friend of Bishop, the junior of Cassiopeia. Such a twist of things indeed that sparks questions about coincidence.

Fuyuki glanced at Bishop and he seemed taken by what was happening. She could not blame him. This scene is rather concerning especially when it is Kazuki involved. She is aware of her friend's temperament after all. And to justify her junior's concern, he seemed to have forgotten her presence as he stepped to follow the duo who disappeared from immediate sight. She was stuck in a weird place because of that gesture. She was pleased to see that he cares for his friends, but she was also quite saddened that she seems forgettable in the scheme of things. Normally, she would have been fine to be left on her own.

After all, Fuyuki's people-watching is best done when no one notices her. But, this time she felt a bubbling negativity inside of her mind. She has a hint of what it could be, but chose to disregard it for the best. However, her action was faster than her thoughts. Her hand had already held Bishop's which effectively stopped his advancement and reminded him of her. He quickly issued an apology, but she could tell that his mind was still with his friend and Kazuki. His eyes darting in urgency and she unconsciously bit her lower lip. It would be best if she let go his hand, let him do as he pleases. She should not be a burden. She should be a mature adult. But instead, her hold tightened and her words echoed a selfish child's fancy.

It seemed Bishop had given up from leaving Fuyuki for now. She was both glad and disheartened at that decision. But, she never once showed what floats inside her consciousness. She simply continued acting as she had always from the start. That did not take much effort, because it is a mechanism that became an automatic response for everything in her life. The walk within the halls was quiet and filled with a subtle air of tension. She could tell that he was looking out for his friend. That much she could appreciate, so she never called him out for it. This time if he chose to run and help. She would let go. It should be easy since she had been doing that for the longest of time. That is why she believed it will be fine the next time around.

ImageUpon coming out of the school building, Fuyuki felt the familiar set of eyes on her. They were the ones she had wanted to never look at her way in such light. Then again, there is a contradiction brewing at the back of her thoughts. Knowing that Bishop was not paying attention, she glanced at the direction where she felt that sticking gaze came from. There she found Kazuki jumping out of a window. He was still flamboyant and reckless in his actions. He seemed to have an aversion of doing things normally. But, that is why it was easy to understand him.

Fuyuki followed Kazuki's figure walking away as if following someone. She could only assume it was Akira who is Bishop's friend. She hoped her fellow senior would not hurt the younger boy. If it comes to that, she would reprimand the infamous Hellion. That might not be pretty, but she knew well that her words were still something that Kazuki held onto with a great degree of importance. She would use that as needed. Anyways, once he was out of sight. She placed her attention back on Bishop, her foreign junior that somehow made the voices go quiet, a feat the only one could do in the past. She was still unable to completely grasp the answer, but she will eventually that she has no doubt.

The question is what would Fuyuki shall do when the answer is found. With such thoughts, her attention drifted until Bishop spoke in English. That was an interesting expression. She did notice that he seemed to be quite anxious from his own words and even now. He is the busybody from the looks of it, but this might be the proof she was such a terrible person. That is because she found him rather adorable. It was the dominant feeling she has instead of concern or the need to settle his worries. Well, she did not say anything and instead listened to the whispers drifting around. It seemed someone was almost hit by an erroneous car which got away without properly assuming responsibility. From that fact, her eyes of acacia held an unearthly glow, before it vanished like a dream.

ImageAt this point, Fuyuki wanted to go to the scene. But, it seemed time's was up as a nearby honk was heard. She looked at it and saw a blue car. Bishop did say that he was going to be picked up by his mother. That must be the mother. She then noticed Bishop looking at her as he confirmed her assumption to be correct. She nodded and saw him rather jittery. Well, it seemed to be normal for people to get nervous introducing new people to their parents, especially if it is the opposite sex. She is aware of that, but she does need to make formal introductions after all. That is why she squeezed his hand gently.

"It will be fine." Fuyuki smiled at Bishop as she looked up to him. "We'll be all right." She then reached out to fix his bangs that were out of place. Of course, the height was an obstacle. But, she did her best by tiptoeing. From an outsider's opinion, they were quite a cute sight, sweet and innocent at the same time. "There all done." She smiled with accomplishment for fixing his bangs. "You look perfectly handsome now." She even gave a thumbs up to him which is rather stranger. It was like she was the one who would be introducing him to her parents when it was the other way around. "Shall we, B-kun?" She tugged on his hand with her carefree and charming smile. "Let me meet your Okaa-san, okay?"

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"It will be fine." "Hm?" "We'll be all right." He wasn't sure what to say really and that fact became exaggerated when his senior partner began to fix the bangs in his hair like she was his older sister or mother. In the car, Bishop's mother was having a fit. Laughing and fan girling seeing this public display of affection- or what could at least be misconstrued as displays of affection. It had turned some heads, prying eyes of parents and non-students as well as other students who were enthralled at the social mismatch that Bishop and Fuyuki. The elegant princess that many students adored, her personality and bright smile illuminated everyone and everything around her, both seniors and juniors. And the foreign junior, a seeming trend with the most recent batch to either the chagrin or delight of the faculty and students alike. Not just a foreigner, but a kid nobody knew anything about and hadn't seemed to make a name for himself other than that one time he got dissed by Devone. "There, all done. You look perfectly handsome now." "F-Fuyu-Senpai..."

In a flash his mother's vehicle pulled up, the purple haired woman was all smiles staring at the two. "Shall we, B-kun? Let me meet your Okaa-san, okay?" He looked down at her hand again, remembering the time he was trying to pull away and resist Fuyuki's almost clinging to him when he wanted to help his friend Akira. "Hai." He turned to escort Fuyuki to the car and opened the passenger door for her to enter and he would follow in to sit by her side.
As soon as the two got settled in his mother spun around with a wide smile. [color]”Hi sweety~! Who is your little friend here! She is absolutely stunning~!” Bishop was already red in the face by how ecstatic his mother was for meeting Fuyuki. ”Ah, mom. This is Hakuryu, Fuyuki-Senpai
 She’s my senior partner that’s been assigned to me at school.” ”AH~ That’s so precious, it is so great to meet you miss Hakuryu-chan~ I trust you’ve been taking care of my little golden boy. Hmm~” Bishop twitched at one of the nicknames his mother gave him, not wanting Fuyuki know about that. He was going to die.. Fuyuki would get a chance to introduce herself further before his mother left the curbside, going in a direction Bishop wasn't expecting. "Hm? Mom... We going to get food1" "Hm? Oh, something like that! We're going to your grandmother's- hahaha!" "WHAT?!" "Mhm~, it's time for us to see her and your auntie. By the way, you need to go back to your lessons soon okay? I want to see my golden boy earn his black belt, just like his momma! Hahaha~!" <This is a nightmare...> The blonde junior could onlyy think about the nosy women he had to live with and all the questions they'd barrage him and Fuyuki.

At the same time this was happening, his mother would begin to have polite and curious conversation with his senior (Fuyuki) gleaning as much information as possible from simple talk. She was a very perceptive woman when it came to her son; which extended to the girls around him- especially ones he brought home!
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Much like spring flowers upon white snow, Fuyuki moved with an inherent grace that can only be related to an upbringing of esteemed lineage. She settled herself inside the car after Bishop escorted her. There was then a short exchange between the mother and son pair where she was introduced. "It is a pleasure to meet you Trander-san. Please call me Fuyu if it is not much trouble." Her voice and her tone delivered a melodic tone of sophistication and polite smile on her lips. She even bowed her head a bit. It was indeed quite different from how she is around her peers and juniors. Her presence reflected that of noble lady.

"Golden boy?" Fuyuki queried as curiosity glimmered in her acacia-hued eyes. She gazed at Bishop for an answer, but it was his mother who provided it as she looked back at the older woman. Interest is clearly shown in her visage. "Oh, that is incredible!" She was clearly invested in listening to Bishop's mother. "I did not know that Bishop-kun is that athletic." She looked at him and smiled warmly. "It truly fits him." And then, she looked back at Bishop's mother. "I hope my presence is not troublesome, Trander-san. I believed it is proper to introduce myself since, I would be serving as your son's guide in school matters."

It is notable that Fuyuki and Bishop's mother are conversing amiably and it is mostly about the one guy inside the car, Bishop. It was interrupted for a moment when he questioned the direction his mother was taking. From the side, she found his reactions quite funny. She does understand the tendency of children to be embarrassed with their parents around. After all, the parents tend to overly share every minute detail of their child's life foolish deeds or not. In a parents' eyes, everything is adorable. Actually, she felt both apologetic for putting her junior in such a position. But, she was also entertained of what is happening. "Pardon me, is it all right for me to accompany both of you? I would not like to impose in a family event." She offered a moment of respite for her junior. "I do not mind going home for today. We could do my greetings at some other convenient time." Her demeanor was completely serene showing that aristocratic lineage.

However, Fuyuki's respite was turned down by Bishop's mother. It is not like she did not expect that. His mother is quite curious about her and she was used to such attention. It comes with her birthright in a way. "If it is fine, then please allow me to bother you with my presence a bit longer. Thank you, Trander-san. Bishop-kun." She offered a small, yet gentle smile to show her appreciation for being permitted to accompany them in a family gathering. After that, his mother continued to make small conversations with her. She did not shy away and entertained it. That was something she was fairly accustomed to growing up. "So, Bishop-kun is an only child. No wonder he grew up very loved. I am actually the youngest of three children. " Moreover, she knew exactly what to share and what not to keep a dialogue going and also end it at a good note.

"Military? What a coincidence. My brother is a member of JSDF-Air Force. Perhaps, there would be an opportunity to meet." Fuyuki shared a possible connection. People feel at ease and comfortable when there is a common connection. It does not need to be deep as long as there is a matched interest, eventually the flow of conversation would run towards a more accommodating pace. "Bishop-kun is a wonderful junior. He had helped me more than I did to him." She shared when his mother stated that Bishop is lucky to have someone like her as a senior. "It is I who is lucky to have him." She looked at Bishop beside her and smiled pleasantly. "Thank you, Bishop-kun." Just like so, the trip to Bishop's grandmother's house had continued to be rather lively at the sake of Bishop though. For now, it had been established that Fuyuki comes from an affluent family with military backgrounds.

Although, it would be noted that not from the car Fuyuki, Bishop, and his mother is in, there is another black car following at a fair distance. That cannot be helped much after all, she is considered an important figure not only for her family, but also for the whole of Japan in a sense due to the pending responsibility that would be passed onto her soon enough.


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THIS. WAS. THE. WORST. Kimiko, on the other hand, was having an absolute blast talking to Fuyuki. "Oh, Fuyuki it is then dear~! Hahahah, Bishop, she is simply precious, why didn't you bring her home sooner!?" The boy froze up being put on the spot by his mother. Before he could reply Kimiko went back to discussing with Fuyuki completely interested in the new girl her son was bringing home. "Fuyu-chan, it's no trouble at all. We love having guests over and my mother and sister would simply ADORE you- hahaha~! You have nothing to concern yourself with when it comes to meeting the family." Kimiko would give Fuyuki a cheeky wink and sped onward making their way through the city. Bishop was mostly silent, not wanting to give either woman any ammo to shoot him with in the future- or at all really.

"Yes, Bishop is my only son. That's what makes my golden boy mhm! And he takes so much after his father~! Such a man, I knew it when I saw him. I simply HAD to have him! So romantic, a gentlemen and charming, but hard in all the right places. He looked so good in his Navy uniform I almost died when he approached me!" Kimiko's eyes were ablaze like fire when describing her loving husband, the man of her dreams she didn't even know she wanted. She was giggling like a school girl "Oh my god, mom- please-" "Ah-ah!! Japanese Bishop!" The woman quickly corrected her son who groaned and rested his head against the seat cushion behind him. When Fuyuki complimented Bishop's athleticism he blushed deeply. "Oh yes!! Bishop scored in the top 50 in an international swim meet before coming to Airdalen. That's how he got his scholarship! We have him trained in all kinds of sports and martial arts. When are you going to join your mother in Kenjutsu~?" Being put on the spot, Bishop perked up nervously. "Ah, s-soon. Maybe, after I get my black belt?" That answer seemed to satisfy his mother.

"Oh, your brother is JSDF? Well perhaps, my husband is awful busy being a team leader. Perhaps! Bishop, honey don't let me forget!" "H-Hai..." The drive got quiet for a moment with Fuyuki exclaiming her thanks to Bishop for what he did for her. But it was a little confusing because he didn't perceive himself as having done much of anything for his senior partner Fuyuki "Thank you, Bishop-kun." He got lost for a moment, looking into his senior's eyes. "Ah I-It's fine, always happy to help." He smiled a bit nervously back not used to this sort of attention. Kimiko would remember this.

More than a dozen minutes would pass when they finally arrived at his grandmother's home. An old house built near the edge of town on a small plot of property. From the exterior, it was easy for a keen eye to notice where there had been renovations done in order to modernize. The front of the home held a walled courtyard with a marker denoting the family name 'Sazawe' at the gateless opening, his mother would park as two men left the courtyard holding tools and supplies in their hands. "Please excuse them Fuyu, my mother is having the house repainted in the back. Our family has owned his home for generations and was rebuilt after World War 2. We love this home too much to abandon it." Bishop had a slight shiver when he walked into the threshold of the old home and looked around at the complex as they walked in. He already was the thinking of the chores he would be forced to do when he got in.

The family would greet each other graciously as well as their honored guest Fuyuki. With introductions complete, Bishop was charged with escorting his senior (Fuyuki) around the ground to show her the home and tell of the history, it was a walking speech that he had been instructed to master and memorize since he was a young boy. It was a way to honor his family heritage and pay homage to all that his ancestors had done before him. He told Fuyuki about every piece she had questions about, how that 46 percent of the home was salvaged from world war 2 after the city was bombed, the region of where the wood for the structure came from, and which ancestor built the house or part of the house. In the back was an expanse of dirt plots, half as a well-manicured sand and bonsai garden next two what appeared to be training pits. To the side were shinai neatly placed upon a rack. Bishop escorted her to a small building near the back of the complex, his demeanor would noticeably change as they approached. ”This is the hall of our ancestors.” In a more solemn mood now, Bishop removed his school jacket, tie and shoes and opened the first sliding door. Inside was a simple plain room where she (Fuyuki) was let inside and ushered to a small table of containing incense and charms. Different ones for blessings of courage, luck, strength, love, fertility, success and more. Well over a dozen. ”These are the charms left behind by my ancestors which they carried in life. It’s a family tradition that on their 18th birthday they choose a charm that a previous ancestor held and carry it with them through life. When they pass, the charm is placed in here. You can pick one to carry around the hall if you like.” Fuyuki would notice there were multiple of several, most; if not all were ancient, even more so than the home. But they were well polished and kept neatly. Bishop grabbed a charm for strength, lit a stick of incense and turned to the other door.

Inside this room was a presence that could be felt once the door was opened. A wide room, smelling of old wood, fabrics, and faint incense permeated the air. At the far end of the room was a perfectly displayed and kept ensemble of samurai armor. In total, there were 4 sets of armor, each accompanied by swords, fans, charms and more. Bishop would escort Fuyuki to each piece of armor and introduce her as if she were meeting a living relative. The armor had been passed down from generation to generation, starting from the Ashikaga Shogunate where his family became renowned in fighting off the invading Yuan-Dynasty, all the way until the very end with the Tokugawa Shogunate. His family, despite having lost property and privilege within their former Daimyo had conscripted all their sons to be defenders of the emperor and serve in the new Japanese military. Bishop escorted Fuyuki to the final stand, where an old Japanese officer’s uniform was displayed with his ancestral sword held without a trace of dust. ”This is great-grandfather Kaido Sazawe, Captain in the Japanese Imperial Army. He passed away after the war and was the last son of the family to serve the Imperial family.” By that statement, it would be clear that there was a weight on Bishop’s shoulders. Almost an expectation, given his family’s long tracked history or warrior culture and prowess.

Despite the domineering presence of warriors, it would be noted that in every tapestry and the one photo of his great grandfather and grandmother. The wife was always in the image, sitting together with the husband at equal height. She would be holding the sword of the husband with expressions of zen on their faces. It was different than what one would expect given the gravity of the room. Some insight into his family lineage. Bishop would escort Fuyuki outside the hall after appropriately relighting some incense, and giving respect to every family member. Bishop did this wholeheartedly, deep in his spirit he wanted to achieve the same level of greatness his ancestors had. When he left, the two would return just in time for dinner where much discussion would be had. And much to everyone’s surprise, Fuyuki was invited to stay the night when it was realized it was rather late at night. Fuyuki would learn from his mother, aunt, and grandmother that they all very much kept the tradition of martial prowess alive. Musubi was an Olympian Judo practitioner and master instructor, his mother was a former champion of kendo and practitioner of traditional Kenjutsu and Tameshigiri, with the grandmother having knowledge in smithing and Kyudo. In the words of grandmother Seito; ”The Sazawe line is rife with warrior’s blood! Hahaha!” She was a proud woman of her family.

The night would end with Fuyuki being given a change of a comfortable kimono to sleep in, which unfortunately would be a little loose in the chest area and a room to sleep in. Bishop had his room to sleep and was in charge of seeing that Fuyuki had everything she needed. His grandmother became keen when the girl (Fuyuki) introduced herself as a member of the Imperial family. At least for the time being, Fuyuki would become Bishop’s responsibility until she left the next day! It was the way of the family and his grandmother would not accept ‘no’.
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Image"Chƍchƍ chƍchƍ..." Fuyuki was sitting on the wooden porch just outside the room she had been assigned to sleep in last night. She was still in her yukata as she gazed at the scene before her. There was a butterfly fluttering about the flowers in delight. She could not help but sing a children's song out of a whim. "Nanoha ni tomare..." It seemed fitting as she sang in humble fun. Her voice was nothing compared to those gifted but she could carry a tune and it had that playful yet soothing timbre. That is why it is pleasing to hear.

"Na no ha ni aitara sakura ni tomare..." Actually, Fuyuki had woke up a bit early. The sun was yet to break the sky and that was normal for her. She had been an early riser because it is during that period that a lot of unseen things wander about. It tugged on her consciousness and she inevitably wakes up to serve as a company. "Sakura no hana no..." A cold breeze passed by and her yukata was not equipped to keep her warm. It was quite loose so it gave hints of her skin from the neck and of the chest. She curled up as she hugs her legs close to her body. "Hana kara hana e..." She reached out her hand.

"Tomare yo asobe..." The lone butterfly perched on Fuyuki's finger which made her smile. "Asobe yo tomare..." The song ended and the butterfly flew away on cue. It was also at that moment the first rays of the sun broke through the clouds. "A new day comes..." She stretched her arms upward and then her legs forward. Then, she stood from her seat and welcomed the warmth shining from the sky. It was more or less a peaceful evening for her. There was a discussion about her staying over unceremoniously. It was no problem with Bishop's family. But, it was not that easy with hers. It was quite a long telephone discussion. She would not be surprised if her family's security along with the Imperial guards were outside this compound waiting for her. She had been told to return promptly this day after all.

The problem, Fuyuki has the tendency not to listen. She stepped down the porch and let her bare feet touch the ground. It was comforting as she scrunched her toes on it like it was sand. She took the chance to look at the house from her position as the morning shone upon it. This architecture is very familiar to her. Its rustic scent was like home to her. After all, she lives within the Imperial Palace. She recalled Bishop's tour and she cannot help but smile at the memories. It was a contrasting vision to see him in the colors associated with a foreigner and walk around this traditional monument as if it was completely normal. He actually looks very cool. She did find it enlightening and a bit entertaining when he spoke about the ancestral remembrance, charms, altars, and shrines his family keeps. She is to be the priestess of the highest ranking so she is knowledgeable about such things. It does impress her that her Junior has knowledge about it too.

Image"But, it is best that he never goes beyond..." Fuyuki softly muttered while her eyes glazed over with a scene of a memory. "You are like me, aren't you?" A hand reached out to touch the skin, seeking if it is alive. Trembling it was, the fear that it is an illusion filled it. "Be scared." The hand that touched the skin pierced to prove a point. "Only misfortune will be upon you. You should run." That voice cradled an agony so deep and a loneliness that death can never erase. "If you can't escape...then..."

Fuyuki woke from her reminisce as she looked at her hands that closed tightly into fists. Back then, she could not make sense of those words. Her inexperience shielded her from its meaning. Then again, she wondered if she would have still run away from it all even if she knew. "I..." She opened her hands and saw that her nails dug into her palms just enough to make a mark. "I will still be here..." She let her hands fall to her side and had a broken smile on her lips. "I am where I am supposed to be." She closed her eyes for a moment and then released a big breath. Her eyes fluttered open and her cheerful facade present for all to see. "These feet should move around now." Fuyuki stepped back into the porch and cleaned her feet before wearing her sandals.

Without waking or bothering anyone, Fuyuki walked about the house and soon reached its main garden. She looked around and can't help but remember what Bishop's grandmother said about them being rife with warrior's blood. She could see that this family is proud of their lineage. It made her wonder if she felt the same for the blood that flows inside her veins. She holds the blood of the Imperial Clan which claims descent from a god. The rest is the amalgamation of the noblest blood from the aristocracy of Japan which boasts richness, influence, and power. There is also the timing of her birth. She is the only direct female descendant of the Imperial Clan besides her Imperial Aunt which granted her a special status and the role of being the next Supreme Priestess who shall be the symbol of Japan's Religion, its spirit. "Pride... Is it really worth it?" She spoke so softly as it was carried by the wind.

Fuyuki stood at the center of the garden and the raised her hands sideward. Her palms facing the sky as she closed her eyes. The temperature around her was starting to lower, becoming an odd chill. "Let me offer my gratitude." She opened her eyes and a smile so gentle appeared on her face. "This solemn devotion to the gods. Let me grant a blessing that will bring fortune and protection." According to Bishop and his family, they served her ancestors with strength, honor, and loyalty. Then, this must be some otherworldly intervention. She will repay that service within a manner that should only be bestowed to the righteous as she was told.

ImageWith a flick of the wrist, Fuyuki began to dance a form of Kagura. It should be accompanied by music but even without it one could hear a melody in their heads, Her movements were precise, graceful, and filled with divine intention. It was indeed like she was talking to a god with every action of her body. She was also plainly wearing just a yukata but as she danced it was like she donned the ceremonial kimono fitting of her heritage as the Saishu.

There is another thing to be noticed. The air has indeed become chilly around her and the sun's light appeared to be shimmering as it comes across her. There is an otherworldly sheen that surrounded her but to the eyes of many, it was like a flicker of light, a mere trick to the eye. But for Fuyuki, this was not an illusion that can be dismissed with a shrug. The voices filled her ears like a lullaby that pulled her deeper to the dance. Her eyes gazing at a scenery that no one else can see. But like all performances, it has come to an end.

Fuyuki did the final pose and the sound of bells filled the garden and there is another notable difference from before again.

The air around Fuyuki seemed fresher and the garden appeared to be vibrant. The sun's light shone brighter as if a heavy burden had been lifted. There was also the scent of something sweet and clean. If one did not know any better, there had been a purification. Whatever it could be, she did not speak any detail about it. She only straightened herself and offered a formal bow as if there was indeed someone before her although there is only the empty garden. That gesture alone is quite the grand gesture. She may not be part of the main Imperial Family, but due to her circumstances, she is given the same respect and privilege as that of the Emperor and his closest kin. The Imperial Clan do not bow their heads to just anyone. "Arigatou Gozaimashita."

After that, Fuyuki felt a bit hungry. It is time for breakfast. She wondered if Bishop was already up and about. If not, she could go and see his mother, aunt, or grandmother and seek their permission for her to wake her sleepy junior. She then turned around to face the main house again. She actually expected no one to be there since she should be alone. But if there is someone there, she could only greet a very wonderful morning. There is also the hope that she wasn't seen much that weird. Oh well, what is life without a few oddballs isn't it? If none, she would enter the house without trouble as the bells on her hair rang. While in a certain portion of the garden, a certain corner, a certain flower had wilted and then fell on the ground.


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It had been discussed that Fuyuki would be staying longer than he expected, with his grandmother immediately jumping to being a wonderful hostess finding out who his senior (Fuyuki) was. Not that he minded, it was just sudden and unexpected since that also meant he would be staying in his room at his grandmother’s house. Personally, all Bishop wanted to do was be at his own house and play some video games and relax; sort of hide away from the rest of the world after this bad week. He was fast asleep while Fuyuki was outside blessing his long time family home.

However, the young priestess wouldn’t be as alone as she previously had thought. Out of the corner of the garden watched his aunt, Musubi. She wore a gi and quietly watched the dance and routine of Fuyuki having a basic understanding of what was going on. She wouldn’t interrupt, just quietly made her way inside the family hall to begin her own training when Fuyuki was halfway through her routine. By every member of the family, Fuyuki[/u[ was more than welcomed to be amongst them, it was always nice to meet friends of their little Bishop.

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stepped inside, she’d be met with the smell of breakfast being cooked. The grandmother was in the kitchen, quietly preparing what some would consider a decent sized breakfast but they had company as well; her grandson ate a lot of food. ”You’re up early dear.” On the table already set was tea put out, hot and ready to be savored. ”I had a feeling that you were an early riser, much like my grandson- when he wants to be.” She chuckled quietly to herself and continued to scramble the eggs in the pan. When Fuyuki asked, Saito would simply nod. ”Someone needs to wake the boy up, he has Sunday to sleep in. Today he has a guest to host.” Essentially giving the young maiden permission to go to Bishop’s room and wake him up. ”If he doesn’t wake up the first time, just tell him I’m making his favorite scramble.” his grandmother would leave her to it, whichever method she decided to wake her young kohai up.

Bishop remained completely passed out in his bed. The sheets were a mess, he hung halfway out of the sheets laying on his back only wearing boxers as pajamas. He'd be in for quite the awakening.
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Fuyuki found herself standing before Bishop's room. His grandmother had kindly given her permission to wake up her junior. Actually, it was also something she was looking forward to doing. The simple gesture of waking someone up, greet them a wonderful morning and then having breakfast with them. It has been a while since she did such morning rituals. Her family is quite the busy bunch so, they rarely see each other personally. They do talk or send messages through phones but that is all the communication she has with them nowadays. That is probably why she was staring at his door for a rather ridiculous long time. Her eyes appeared to be glazed over by the memory about doing this exact same thing before.

Image"Ohayou!" Fuyuki came bursting through the door without regard very much to what happens behind the door. It was at that point she saw clothes scattered about and a scent filled the room which she could only describe as disgusting. Her face that was bright like the sun slowly dimmed. She might be considered young but that does not apply to her comprehension. It was not hard to put the pieces together that even a child can read between the lines.

The exposed skin, the trail of sweat, hands roaming all around, and the eyes hazed with lust locked on Fuyuki. She was an unwanted guest that much she could tell. "Breakfast is ready!" Despite that, she kept her composure. After all, she can't let all of her training as the unperturbed young lady of the Hakuryu go all to waste. Well, this was also very much just about her own sense of sanity.

Fuyuki remembered that she still had her smile on as she exited the room with a skip in her step as if what she saw was nothing out of the norm. In fact, it was indeed normal. In the end, her house is quite stained. They just know how to make it appear beautiful though. It is their specialty.

The hand pressed against the door trembled a little bit. Fuyuki released a sigh as she returned to her current reality. "What would I get to see this time...?" Those words escaped her lips like a forgotten sigh as she forgoes with the knocking and opened the door. "Hello... B-kun?" She announced her intrusion as she saw her junior sprawled like a cloth hanging messily on a clothesline. The very sight did not fail to make her smile. It even made her giggle ever so lightly as she covered the sound with her hand. She did not want to wake him up prematurely. Instead, she quietly approached him and wondered if she should take pictures to commemorate this moment. Then again, she thought of something else.

ImageFuyuki made herself comfortable by laying beside Bishop. She stayed that way as she gazed at his face. It had been a long time since she saw the sleeping face of another. It was like waking up with someone beside her. It was really warm and ticklish, this feeling enveloping her but she would never tell. This would be another secret she needs to keep, all locked up.

"B-kun..." Fuyuki reached out her hand as she gently traced Bishop's face as if it was some marble statue. Although, this one statue has a funny expression and even drool coming from the corner of his mouth. There was nothing elegant about it but she liked it still. She would playfully tap on his nose and his mouth while he continued to sleep as if there was nothing wrong in the world.

"You are really unlucky to have me, B-kun." Fuyuki whispered helplessly. "But... please, let me be a bit more selfish, just a bit more." After saying that, she pinched Bishop's nose in order to stop his breathing. "Wake up sleepy head... Your scramble is waiting." She continued laying beside him. "Bishop..." She moved her face closer to his as she stopped pinching his nose. It would be bad to suffocate him. "Should I kiss you?"

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Bishop was in a deep sleep. A wonderful sleep. The kind of sleep you can only get on a weekend after a rough week. He was oblivious to the world around him, not much different from a resting log. When Fuyuki quietly entered he remained unmoving, exposed in his current attire but not in any embarrassingly obscene way. As she approached, his senior would denote that he had one hand wrapped around a pillow. He was a snuggler it seemed. As she (Fuyuki) rested at his side, Bishop shifted from his side to his back, head tilting slightly on his pillow. He was the supreme example of comfort. He'd sigh into her caresses, the interaction not really enough to rouse him or disturb him much.

That was however until Fuyuki started to gently prod her junior. He'd squirm and shift his head when she tapped his nose, then mouth. Unable to hear what she was saying, Bishop was in a dream. A deep, wonderful dream; the kind that you didn't want to wake from.
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Looking out into a sea of people, Bishop raised his hands to a thunderous applause that could be heard in the next continent over. A unified cry of awe and admiration for Bishop Trander. The first 16 year old to win every Olympic swimming event and save the world from a nuclear sharknado. He was being given his 16th medal by none other than Yoko Littner. Everyone that h knew was there, every person that was mean to him in the past were holding up posters of admiration. Arietta & Devone were there, in matching outfits jealously watching as the red head anime beauty awarded Bishop with yet another accommodation from the Emperor of Japan and President of the United States. He looked to the side to see his mother and father weeping tears of joy and admiration. This was the perfect day. "Bishop..." Yoko stated to grab his attention. He turned to see the girl, with suddenly a beautiful sunset behind her as all of Japan cheered from Bishop.- Bishop mumbled in the real world as Fuyuki leaned in closer to her junior.- "Should I kiss you?" He heard through his dream, but Yoko said it as she closed in, that small charming way she did. "Yeah-" He'd say in his dream and barely mumbled out in the physical world where Fuyuki was. To make an amazing dream even better, Yoko kissed him as everyone cheered loudly; save for Arietta & Devone who were now openly sobbing and clinging to each other. Akira was wearing a Bishop t-shirt shouting loudly and cheering. "Kiss that girl mate~!!" Best. Dream Ever.

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Bishop first felt a warm presence that he pressed into. It was nice, slowly his eyes fluttered open to see Fuyuki directly. Whether their lips were in contact or not mattered not. His face flushed a deep fire truck red as he body tensed. "F-F-F-Fuyu-Senpai~?!" He tensed up as if he had seen a ghost, steam almost rising from his head as everything tried to process so quickly. He had magically forgotten as to where he was. He never had a girl in his room before, let alone in his bed. On top of him and-....... It was too much to think about!! Finding purchase with his hands he shot back and slammed his head against the head board- "Ah!" Making the blonde boy, grab his head and lay back into his bed. Opening one eye he realized THIS wasn't a dream at all. Fuyuki-Senpai was in his room, in his bed with him.... While he was only in his boxers! Why was this happening to him!?!

"G-Good. Morning, F-Fuyu-senpai." He tried to save face but it was too late, he knew she enjoyed his reactions way too much. Suddenly getting self conscious, he grabbed his blanket to cover himself up some looking back to his senior (Fuyuki) still as red as a tomato, blushing heavily.

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Image"Good morning, B-kun." Fuyuki greeted Bishop with a small and warm smile. It was a stark contrast to her Junior who has a face resembling that of a very ripe tomato. Yet, the reaction was understandable. That is because she was sitting on his bed with a rather loose-fitting yukata as her clothes. Actually, the skin of her shoulders is exposed ever so seductively. This is done unconsciously of course.

"It is time for breakfast. Your scramble is waiting for you." Speaking in a tone as if everything is right in the world or more specifically in this actual moment. Fuyuki was calm as a daisy. It seemed the current situation never bothered her at all and from her actions, one would assume nothing extremely... awkward happened. Her acacia-colored eyes sparkled in its sweet innocence and a sprinkle of concern. Her lips frowned a bit.

"But, B-kun... Are you all right?" A dainty hand so refined and small reached out to Bishop as its fingertip delicately touched the center of his forehead. "You hurt your head there." Fuyuki's eyes gazed at him sadly. "That was my fault. I am sorry, B-kun." She paused a bit before continuing on. "I was sent here to wake you up and I wanted to as well. I want to be the first to greet you morning!"

Fuyuki slowly removed her fingertip on Bishop's forehead as it playfully yet gently moved to his nose and tapped it. "But, I caused you a problem it seems." Her finger moved once again as it stopped before his lips, never touching yet it was quite close. "Please forgive me. As for compensation, you can ask me for a wish and I'll grant it. I promise." That is when she finally took back her hand as it now lay beside her. "It seems you had a wonderful dream though. I hope I didn't interrupt much." She then slowly removed herself from his bed where she stood in all of her glory. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back like that of a silken waterfall. Her body was quite small and slim. The yukata wrapped around her frame like a gentle embrace. It made her silhouette enticing while her skin glowed with sunkissed white.

It is no wonder why Fuyuki is becoming popular at Airdalen despite being a new transfer student. She had been in school for only about a few days and she had gained quite the reputation among the student body. Not only does she have the looks, but she also has a charm that is not easily disregarded. Now seeing her in what people would say, natural state. She appears to have such a sacred presence, both divine yet warm. There is also a grace that resembles that of olden princesses. Then again, it does make sense, she is a relative of the Imperial Family and raised in such a manner. "Then again, if it is really a wonderful dream, we can make it real." She playfully placed her finger over her lips and smiled in a manner both innocent and mischievous.

Image"Anyway, shall we get going?" Fuyuki raised her hands as she decided to tie up her hair. It felt a bit hot so tying up her hair would be helpful in cooling down her body temperature. As she prepares her hair, it revealed that slender neck of hers and the softness of her hair as she did not need a comb to weave through it, just her fingers. "Oh, right. B-kun, you really are quite well-built." She noted in her usual casual manner. That statement clearly implied that she had seen his body way before he even covered it up with a blanket.

Honestly speaking, Fuyuki finds the entire scene funny. It took quite the willpower to stop her laughter from spilling. If she must say, Bishop's reaction was more like a girl. Normally, she should be the one who has a red face. But, she liked it this way. Being by her Junior's side was indeed fascinating and wonderful lull to her. "I bet that if you maintained or improved more that kind of body, you will certainly be more handsome in the future." She had a thoughtful look on her face as she imagined a scene in her head. It made her giggle ever so lightly as if it was the sound of bells. "I'm certain you'll break a lot of hearts. Hopefully, I won't be one of the girls who you would leave in tears, right?"

Fuyuki was finished with her hair as she smiled brightly at Bishop. "Well, I'm not just any girl after all. I am your Senior. So, shall I help you dress?" She looked around to find where Bishop keeps his clothes. "Oh, there is your dresser." She approached it without even waiting for his reply. "Let's find you something nice to wear for the day." She was not doing this to tease him. It was something she believed was routine since that is how it is for her every morning. The maids help her prepare for the day and all so she was doing the same for him. It was actually the reason why she has yet to really dressed out of her yukata. It was not because she was lazy or anything.

And without another word, Fuyuki opened the dresser and took out a boxer then showed it to Bishop. "Is this your favorite color, B-kun?" Now, whether a kiss happened or not? It is best to ask her. Just like that, it was indeed the start of a lively morning for both of them.


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"Good morning, B-kun." Bishop laid in bed with his mouth agape in shock. Fuyuki- was in his bed. A girl. In his room, in his bed alone. Wearing loose clothing and, siting REALLY close. His young teenage mind was doing somersaults trying to process everything, but his hormones knew exactly what to do which caused a natural- albeit extremely embarassing rection that Bishop all too quickly realized was happening. <Oh crap! No no no NO~! C-Calm down, just relax it's only my senpai. She's in my bed and-> While in his panicked state, the image of his senior was too close and too lvoely to ignore. How soft and easily she smiled towards him, the way the yukata hung off of her frames. Wait, was that one of his? She's wearing one of his older yukatas!? <This is bad! So bad, don't come any closer!> It was just then he barely caught what she had said before, because now she was poking his forehead. "That was my fault. I am sorry, B-kun. I was sent here to wake you up and I wanted to as well. I want to be the first to greet you morning!" That little snippet of information definitely grabbed his attention. <Those women-> In his mind, Bishop pictured his aunt, mother and grandmother all snickering evilly with grim expressions of over their faces. <They're evil, I know it.>

"Ah, d-don't be sorry Fuyuki-senpai." Bishop shifted to sit up and internally panicked, afraid that she would notice the embarrassing secret that had awakened along with Bishop this morning, exacerbated by ther pretty girl's presence in his bed. "I should, apologize. Freaking out like that makes it look like I'm afraid of you or something, hehe." Slowly Bishop adjusted his legs so his knees were propped up slightly, making things down below less noticeable. He easily smiled, trying to make light of any wrongdoing that Fuyuki may of done. He didn't want to offend her in any way really.

"But, I caused you a problem it seems." <N-n-n-n-nani!?> His face turned firetruck red when the senior's fingers danced along his lips, his brilliant blue eyes became wide and somewhat watery. There was a pulse and rush of blood through his body, unfortunately for the young boy the blood was rushing away from his brain. Making everything seem harder to comprehend. "Please forgive me. As for compensation, you can ask me for a wish and I'll grant it. I promise."

<A WHAT!?>

Somehow. Someway, Fuyuki was the kind of girl that got a real rise out of him. He was in shock, sparks were practically flying out of his head. IT WAS TOO EARLY FOR THIS!! "It seems you had a wonderful dream though. I hope I didn't interrupt much." Finally, some breathing room. Bishop took a breath when Fuyuki departed his bed and stood in her full glory in his room. She was definitely wearing one of his old yukata's. However, her junior's eyes were locked on her for the entire time. The senior girl getting the full effect she wanted when she spoke again. "Then again, if it is really a wonderful dream, we can make it real." His mouth fell agape and Bishop actually blacked out for a split second. This was too much, she was too much. His bed sheets twitched, snapping him back to reality and Bishop fully brought his knees up as to hide anything indecent from Fuyuki's observant eyes. "I-I er, uh... I- "Anyway, shall we get going?" It was almost as if she had shown him a glowing escape sign. He would take the quickest and most convenient method. "H-Hai Fuyu-sen-"

"Oh, right. B-kun, you really are quite well-built." "W-Wah? How could she reverse back so quickly? "I bet that if you maintained or improved more that kind of body, you will certainly be more handsome in the future." <W-What's with her suddenly saying things like that? Wait, how long was she laying next to me? Does- that she saw my-? When it was...... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!> He clung tighter to his sheets now with watery eyes. How did this happen? This wasn't fair. He senpai was in bed with him and saw him almost naked. While trying to process this, Fuyuki kept thinking outloud missing all but the tail end. "So, shall I help you dress?" "N-Nani!? "Oh, there is your dresser. Let's find you something nice to wear for the day."

It was a blessing that Fuyuki couldn't read minds, because Bishop was screaming in his. Bishop moved to sit up but remembered a certain body part and opted to shift so that he was still covered by his blanket from the wait down. "F-Fuyu-senpai. You don't have-" "Is this your favorite color, B-kun?" What his senior pulled out was a pair of boxer briefs, neatly folded and clean. Now undone, with a nice bright teal blue color with grey stitching. "W-w-wait! Pulling out my underwear is a bit much senpai. N-not that I don't want your help-" Bishop was rapidly waving his hands back and forth in front of him in an attempt to appear non-conflicting. As he sat there, trapped Bishop was having a new embarrassing melt-down from his beautiful senpai's actions. He would have to think of something so she could leave without coming off as ungrateful or rude. "F-Fuyu-senpai. I-I don't want to keep you waiting for breakfast. Y-You should go an change and I'll meet you downstairs, hehe." He smiled wide with watery eyes hoping it would work. The last thing he needed was her trying to dress him, that'd be humiliating in several ways. He wasn't even thinking about the possibility of them kissing.
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Image"Really? It's no trouble. My maids always do it for me." Fuyuki said with a smile. She has no ill intention or desire to tease Bishop. That is just how it is for her. "Since you are my Junior and even let me sleep here for the night, it is the least I can do." She was doing this out of goodwill but, she would admit that it is rather entertaining to see his reaction towards her. "Hmm..." She had a thoughtful look and then handed the boxer she held to him. "Okay I'll be waiting for you downstairs then." Everything seemed so simple now but that is never the case for her after all.

Fuyuki went closer to Bishop and then whispered into his ear. "Don't worry about that standing up." She then placed a kiss on his cheek while also adding a bit of sensual teasing so to speak, by lightly licking a little. "That's perfectly normal for a healthy boy." After saying that, she pulled away and then went for the door. She then opened it and was about to step up but suddenly remembered something. "Oh, B-kun, Good morning again!" She happily said while winking at him over her shoulder before finally leaving him on his own. This was signified with the door closing and her steps getting further away.

As for Fuyuki, she went downstairs while being a rather pleasant mood. Well, she does feel a bit guilty teasing her junior like that. However, he just gives out the most entertaining reactions. She decided that she will just pray to his ancestors later for forgiveness. Eventually, she returned to where Bishop's grandmother, mother, and aunt are. "I successfully woke Bishop-kun. He will be joining us after he changes." She reported with a cheerful note. This might be presumptuous of her but she cannot help but be comfortable at the house of her junior. She mostly attributed it not due to the archaic architecture but because of the warmth of this family has especially towards her. In the end, she is nothing more but a stranger to them.


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The explanation from Fuyuki was of no help, they lived two entirely different lifestyles. She was practically a princess and was treated as such, compared to her kouhai who was entirely just a commoner. Her explanation of maids dressing her was very strange to him and her show of hospitality was very kind but- also very strange and borderline inappropriate. When she relented, he sighed in relief keeping his knees to his chest to hide a certain inconvenience.

"Don't worry about that standing up." Bishop nearly jumped when he heard his senpai whisper in his ear and felt a pair of lips touch his cheek, opening his eyes to see that Fuyuki had stealthily closed the gap and leaned in to kiss him. Was this appropriate behavior for a senpai? Especially in her junior’s room!? “Eh?-ah!” The short flirtatious lick sent a jolt of electricity up his back and Bishop did in fact jump. "That's perfectly normal for a healthy boy." Her last comment was too much. Simply too much. The blonde flopped back as Fuyuki said good morning as if nothing had happened, placing a pillow over his head to try and hide. Teenage hormones having completely overtaken him, his young mind was spinning as wild as his blood pressure was. ”It’s not fair~!” He cried into his pillow, now alone in the room. What was he to do. He glanced to the side where his cupboard was, knowing what was inside and very thankful that his senpai hadn’t found it. No, it’d be too obvious and everyone would be waiting on him. That’d be even MORE embarrassing. He needed a cold shower.

Bishop stood up out of bed, feeling the cooler air from out under his sheets. He did sort of miss being close to Fuyuki, she was warm. With a grunt, he shook those ideas out of his head and grabbed the boxers he was brought and a change of clothes heading to the bathroom. He peaked outside of his room, suspecting that she (Fuyuki) might have been stalking outside of his door waiting for him, she was strange enough to do that sort of thing. He only heard the women talking downstairs and only feared the worst.

In truth, the women were all hoping for a longer ‘wake-up call’. They all very much liked Fuyuki and began to have pleasant conversation, asking more about her personal life and so on. They asked how he had been treating her at school, if Bishop was making any friends. His grandmother was pushy and asked Fuyuki to go upstairs and ‘make sure he’s alright’ to which his mother and aunt laughed, berated their mother and told their new favorite guest that she didn’t need to and it was best to leave the boy alone before he exploded. During all this Bishop took a quick very cold shower, coming out shivering and dried himself off. The tactic worked and he got dressed and came downstairs to the delight of everyone. <Oh man, they were talking about me weren’t they.> It was almost a dead giveaway seeing that his mother and aunt were giggling like school girls with Fuyuki. After he sat, breakfast was served. ”Ohayo~” He greeted and tried to play it all off. His mother and aunt had these tiny little smiles while they ate. ”So~! Fuyuki-chan, what are you and my son going to do this weekend? Spend lots of time together? Hmmmm~?” Her sister, Bishop’s aunt ate quietly but was listening intently. Bishop kept quiet and his head low, now that he thought about it he wasn’t sure if his senior had any plans this weekend. Lord knows he didn’t he was going to just try and swim at the school for a few hours. He still wasn’t over that Rhys kid being labeled captain, probably because he was cool or something.

Bishop would zone out thinking about that, this wasn’t the best week at school for him and he hadn’t really told his family about it. From his happenings with his former senpai (Arietta), the discovery of his long-lost friend Devone, who didn't seem at all happy to see him. Being snubbed with the swim team, not that he completely wanted to be captain necessarily. This overall feeling of being looked over and pushed aside to make room for everyone else. The status complex of Japanese school was proving to be difficult to adjust to. He'd glance to Fuyuki who was a shining example of that, she was in a place he'd never be.

When breakfast was nearly finished the phone began to ring and his mother excused herself to answer while his aunt gathered the dishes to wash up, leaving Bishop, Fuyuki and his grandmother who was idly reading the morning paper and sipping on some coffee.
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"Ohayo Bishop-kun!" Fuyuki happily greets Bishop again. Actually, she finds greeting him enjoyable. It will be wonderful if she can do that as many times as possible. But she knows as a fact that the path will be an awfully cruel one. There is no way she will have it. Still, it does not mean she will not enjoy this breakfast with him and his warm family.

"Well, it will be fun if I can spend lots of time with Bishop-kun." Fuyuki positively agrees. The weekend will certainly be more fun with her junior than anything else that her family has planned for her. But she believes that she has been imposing on him far too much already. Bishop has his own life to handle. It will be selfish of her to mess with that further just out of a whim. "But if Bishop-kun has plans. I would be happy if he prioritizes that."

That is at the very least Fuyuki can do as a responsible senior. After all, her entire existence has been incorporated with duty. She likes to show her serious and responsible side. "Commitment and responsibility are important to mold one's future." She smiles warmly at him as they continue to have their breakfast.

ImageAfter it, a relaxing peace surrounds them. Fuyuki enjoys it as she suddenly moves her chair beside Bishop and leans her head on his shoulder without much of an announcement. She closes her eyes as the sound of a ticking clock echoes. She is not sure anymore if it is an actual clock or something her brain created for her as a reminder that her break is coming to an end soon enough. "This is really nice." She softly says which resembles a passing wind, if one is not paying attention they will not hear it. "B-kun..."

This is probably the first time that Fuyuki's tone reflects hesitation. It might even explain why her voice is a whisper. Something has definitely shaken this girl's core. "Can we do this again?" The request seems odd since it reminds one of a scared child who will never ever get this chance again. It is like a pleading plea. And as if right on cue, the front door made a sound. It seems someone has come. Hearing that, she removes her head from Bishop's shoulder and stands from her seat. "I have to go home now." For a moment, she appears to return to being her cheerful self, but for a very quick second, her eyes are extremely sad.

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”Ohayo Bishop~!” the trio of women greatly immediately after Fuyuki did, with their tell-tale smirks on their faces. He immediately frowned looking at all of them and sat down in his seat. "Well, it will be fun if I can spend lots of time with Bishop-kun." The boy blushed in his seat immediately, not used to having girls talk about him like that. Fuyuki was so unique, it was stifling to her junior and his relatives ate up every single second of it with glee. ”Well we can definitely ensure that you two spend as much time together as needed.” His mother chimed in, with his grandmother Seito butting in. ”Oh, Bishop doesn’t have any plans today~. Don’t you dear?” ”Uhhh, well actually I was going to swim-” ”-That’s nothing! You can bring such a lovely girl with you to practice right~? I’m sure the school wouldn’t mind.” Bishop parted his lips to speak, but he caught himself- it would be best to not blabb that this ‘practice’ was just solo and at a public pool a few blocks away.

With the argument far from being settled, Fuyuki made her point. "Commitment and responsibility are important to mold one's future." Being a role model for being responsible for one’s commitments. It was- a little out of character from everything that he saw of Fuyuki so far, which confused him. The girl that he met, loved to break rules, get her way and would coerce, or charm her way to get most things she desired. Now she was talking about responsibility and commitment to duty. It was something more along the lines of what his father would say. He was looking at his senior in a different light just then, but the moment was very short lived as his hunger got the best of him and Bishop distracted himself with eating. ”Well, I can-” His words stopped dead in his tracks when Fuyuki leaned onto him.

His siblings seemed to all gasp and stare, with his auntie holding up a phone to snap a picture really quick of this precious moment. The look on his face was- priceless. He stopped chewing, stopped moving, stopped doing anything. It was a moment, akin to when your newly adopted cat decides to rest on your lap for the very first time. You ceased to do anything remotely human, to ensure that it doesn’t get spooked away. Bishop froze in place, feeling her settle in next to him. This girl so quickly invaded his life and stirred everything he knew, or thought he knew. The girl was genuinely a breath of fresh air after how high school has treated him recently. Bishop was still very much in doubt as to whether he felt he deserved it or not- this. Being doted and even fawned over by such an angelic presence.

Only her junior heard her whisper, but barely. He couldn’t make out all of the words she said, but something instinctually alarmed the boy. He turned to look at Fuyuki when she suddenly stood and announced that she had to leave. ”Ah-what?” Bishop’s mother Kimiko moved to answer the door and see who was coming by so early on a Saturday. ”So- you won’t come to the pool with- me?” As he said this, Bishop began to question himself because 12 minutes ago he was internally monologuing how he wanted more space. And now he was wondering why his senior had to leave so suddenly and so suddenly. ”Do you need a ride? My aunt can drive us.” He didn't understand what made circumstances change so quickly, it just didn't make sense to him.

It was something that his grandmother and aunt were already cuing into, being natural born Japanese like Fuyuki. But there were still some cultural barriers, that Bishop was yet to break through and decipher.

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ImageOnce, the door was opened. There is a man who stood and can only be described as very official in his impeccable suit. His gaze held a neutral disposition but his stance depicted that of authority. It appears that this sense of command came from the car seen parked behind him. It is the official state car only used by the Emperor of Japan and the senior members of the Imperial Family. If it is not obvious enough for the residents of this country, it even has the official imperial sigil. There were also other curious individuals lurking about as if checking and waiting at the same time. This is probably one of the reasons why they had come at such an early hour. There are few people out and it is to avoid too much attention.

"Ohayou gozaimasu, Maam." He started formal and polite as he looked at Kimiko. "I apologize for disturbing your day." There is even a proper bow for his apology. "But, I would like to ask your cooperation." He then stood properly. "I am here to pick up Fuyuki-Himemiko-sama." There was no waste in his words, but his presence is usually reserved for urgent matters for those who know. "May I come in?"

ImageFuyuki reaches out her hand as it lands on Bishop's cheek. Her eyes twinkle but what it means is vague to those who noticed. "I am sorry, Bishop-kun." She gently caresses his cheek and her gaze softens as if looking at something or someone, she did not want to let go. "But, this senior of yours needs to show you that I am committed and responsible like you." She smiles at him as her hand goes on top of his head and pats it like a little child. "Next time, I will come with you. But, I will always make sure to watch your every game." She shakes her head as she stops patting his head.

"There is no need. I believe my ride is already here." There is certainly no way she will be left to her own devices. Her bloodline and title are very effective alarm clocks that keep her reminded at all times. "But, I really had a great time with you and your family." She smiles brightly as he lifts her hand away from his head. There is trembling in them. It is a very light shaking that should not be discernible as she returns her hand to her side and holds it as if nothing happened. "We will see each other soon right, Bishop-kun?"