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Yuuki Fujioka

This may be a new school, but my goals haven't changed. Don't bother me. (Stats Updated)

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

Description




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“I have to do better, I have to be better. There is no room for mistakes!”

Theme: Watch me shine - Joanna Pacitti


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|Name|
Yuuki Fujioka


|Face Claim|
Yuki Nagato


|Gender|
Female


|Age|
15 (January 1st)


|Race|
Japanese


|Grade|
Junior


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Heterosexual


|Height|
5'0''


|Weight|
98 lbs lbs


|Hair|
Violet


|Eyes|
Gold





Personality:

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Yuuki is not be looking to make friends initially, she came to Airdalen to study well and get a good recommendation for college in the end game (her goal, not mine for her..~). She would be a little rude, uninterested in others, but compliable because she doesn't want to get in trouble at school. She can speak to others proficiently when it is about school and classes, but struggles to express and discuss personal matters very well. In a recreational setting Yuuki grows hesitant or tries to go back to studying to avoid the stress and distractions brought on social interactions. She doesn't realize how important making friends really is, and believes she doesn't need or want friends, but deep down she is very lonely. She made a choice to be antisocial as a child in order to get better grades and help her parents in the future. She's actually very calm and collected, and is only timid when she likes someone (as a possible friend or love interest). She has a very serious quality to her personality (Will change with time as she opens up.)

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Although she converses with other people; Yuuki isn't the kind of person that would joke around, play pranks, or participate in immature behavior. Other than her parents she doesn't have anyone she currently has emotional ties to. She isn't afraid that others might not like her (Though those she wants as friends in the future will be an exception), in fact, right now, Yuuki goes out of her way to tempt others to hate her. She isolates herself on purpose, because she is afraid her grades will plummet and that she won't get in a good college, or that she'll lose her scholarship.





STATS: 98

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Intellect: 35+5 = 40
Athleticism: 12+0 = 12
Charm: 8+1 = 9
Popularity: 36+8 = 44
Notoriety: 2+1 = 3

Your most important stat: Intelligence
Which stat appeals to you most: Charm





|Weaknesses|


Socialization
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She hasn't put a lot of effort into socialization since she was young. Despite being intelligent, she does not play well with others. Sure, she can talk about school and her studies all day, but she's not very skilled at 'chilling' or 'hanging out' with people. She lacks a social life and becomes shy when she is the subject of attention. She doesn't want to be pitied or given charity by her classmates, so she keeps her private life to herself and avoids spending recreational time with others if at all possible.

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Despite her book smarts, Yuuki is very naïve. She is easily fooled and is an opportune target for pranks. She doesn't have a lot of street smarts and definitely would be the small fragile girl walking home in the middle of the night through a dark alley. She doesn't put a lot of thought into her words and it can sometimes get her into a misunderstanding.

Athletics
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She gets an A in gym, but it doesn't mean she's good at sports. Yes she can run and jump, but as far as ability goes, she has none. She can run a mile and she can do push ups, but she is by no means strong or athletic. She leaves this one to the jocks. She avoids participating in sports at all cost, but sometimes she isn't lucky enough to get out of it.






|Strengths|


Academics
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This was definitely an acquired skill, seeing as she has spent almost half of her life studying, thus far. She does exceptionally well in school, but she should considering she lets school consume her life.

Responsibility
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She feels a certain sense of responsibility for her family now that her father has been sick for quite some time. She became a serious and driven girl ever since. She doesn't let others down and does what is expected of her academically, by her teachers, and as far as chores around the house are concerned.





|Family|

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Mr & Mrs. Fujioka.
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Although she doesn't live with them, Yuuki misses her parents a lot. She constantly worries about her parents and it makes her strive to study harder. Living alone was the hardest thing she ever had to agree to do. Her father is very supportive, but her mother isn't exactly fond of the idea, but realizes that Yuuki is old enough to make her own decisions as far as choice of high school is concerned.






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Yuuki was born to a happy, humble family. Due to her family's low income, she was the only child of Sakura and Akihito. They spent a lot of time together, smiling and goofing off. They dressed Yuuki to the best of their ability, leaving Yuuki oblivious to how poor her family actually was. This lasted for a majority of her time in elementary school, but she was forced to accept the world for what it was when she turned ten years old. Her life changed dramatically, and the smiles faded from the home.

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She found out about their financial situation, because her father fell ill. Her mother had to take on a second job just to support the family, afford Yuuki's father's medical bills, and pay the rent. Yuuki offered to get a job as well, but her mother told her that if she wanted to help her parents, Yuuki would have to focus on her studies. Taking her mothers words perhaps a bit TOO seriously, Yuuki cut off all ties to her friends little by little. She stopped hanging out and quit going to the park as well. She was only ten years old but she began cooping herself up in her room. She began spending the entirety of her waking hours studying, eating her mandatory meals, or attending school. She pushed her social life aside so she could get into a good college and get a well paying job that could afford better treatment for her father and let her mother go back to only working one job.

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By the time Yuuki made it to middle school, she had no friends left. She did grieve the loss in silence behind closed doors, but she had a single goal and was willing to sacrifice her own happiness for a few years. She had all of adulthood to make friends, right? She began going to cram school, willingly. She was made fun of constantly for her perfect scores and serious attitude, so she became rude and distant to handle the ridicule. Their words hurt, but she made a promise to her mother and she was determined to keep it. Although coming across as a rude elitist, Yuuki is a kindhearted and altruistic girl. She is very innocent and gullible, often making her the subject of bullying until she formed her rude outer persona.

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Now she is beginning high school and she is just as determined to let nothing stand in her way. She enrolled for several schools, including Airdalen. She took the entrance exams, but didn't expect much considering it was a school for the rich and academically elite. Though low and behold she got a scholarship in the mail and suddenly none of the other schools she applied for mattered. She knew Airdalen was her ticket to all the best colleges, she just had to try hard and keep perfect scores. Her dream was finally close to becoming a reality..

Though she was nervous, she didn't know anyone at this school and it was very far away. Even in the cheap apartment her father rented, using the last of his savings for her so she wouldn't have to travel as far. Yuki has to get up early and take the train, an experience she's never had to deal with before. This would be her first time living alone and to be honest she is nervous and a bit scared.

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"Who does she think she is? Why is she so rude all of a sudden!?"
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"Even if I don't understand her, she seems to try very hard as far as being a class president goes."

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" Why did he put himself in that situation..? Now I owe him. "
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" ....I think I'm in over my head... "
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" ...It was only a school dance, it doesn't change anything... -ahem- We'll go back to being strangers now. "
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" I just can't seem to avoid him. We are both class presidents and I still want to help him out when he's in a bad situation... why is that? "
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" I've said things I cannot take back. I'm not sure where we stand anymore, but perhaps that's for the best. Harigae-Senpai is very...distracting. "
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"...H-He kissed me on the cheek...! After what he said... what am I supposed to make of this?!"

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" He's actually very beneficial. It's not often I find someone who doesn't get in my way. "
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" Whether he meant to or not, he prevented me from being trampled by the crowd... but he heard my awful French! That wasn't my brightest moment. "
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" He's offered to help me study, and I do have his number... Oh my lord... I hope none of those people find out. "
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" He's a very good senior partner. I'm fortunate to have him. I do feel slightly competitive as far as Academics are concerned now that I know he speaks French quite fluently. "
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"He's an invaluable senior partner. I hope I can live up to his expectations."

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" Tch. I can't stand people who act that way. It would be ideal if I never have to deal with him while I attend this school. "
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" Quote goes here "

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" I don't have a reason, but I just don't like her. She's too....happy... Is it even possible to be that happy..? "
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" I feel bad for disliking her now, I haven't seen her in a while. I hope she's alright, even if she is too energetic and happy all the time. "

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" Quote goes here "

➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵

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" I don't believe I'm fond of her methods."

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" Isn't it common practice to be one's worst enemy? "

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" A fellow freshman. He goofs off a lot. "
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" He protected me when a girl tried to hit me in the Kyudojo... Why would he do that? "
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" ...Etto... I don't want to talk about him, okay? Next question! "
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" How does he rope me into this madness? Even when I'm studying I keep thinking about that."
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"He insulted Belrose-Senpai without even knowing the full story behind his decision. What is his problem!?"

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" That boy has guts. "
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" He seems like a good guy, but that's none of my concern. "
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" He's bright, but he seems very determined to prove himself in some way, I'm not sure what to think of him, but he's a class president like me, so I guess I'll find out. "

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" Blake-san said that he has trouble behaving around women? It's none of my business, but... I'll be more careful just in case. "
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" We were on the same Tag Rugby team. Apparently, he's athletic. Still.. should I believe Blake-san? "

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" Quote goes here. "

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" Quote goes here. "

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" Quote goes here "

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" A very inconsiderate and immature freshman. I'm glad I don't have to talk to him. "

➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵➵

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" We share a mutual dilemma. "

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" Foreigner. He's a bit strange.... It was hilarious how he picked up the parasite. "
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" Ugh. He sent that embarrassing text... "

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" He's a total creep."

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So begins...

Yuuki Fujioka's Story

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Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Akira Blake Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Mai Kon Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Arietta Hakushiro Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli
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Yuuki made it to school, but she was considerably far later than she had planned. She never realized just how much she relied on her parents up until now. She had to make her own breakfast, wash her own clothes, clean her own apartment top to bottom, study, and wash the dishes. She was a bit tired, but the coffee in her hands helped soothe that irritant. She approached and noticed several students, tilting her head a bit. There was a very tall brunette male (Johnny), an ebony haired sleeping male of similar size (Ryou), and a tall and long blondish-brownish haired male who seemed to be conversing with a girl slightly taller than herself who had long and beautiful ebony hair (Shiori). When she looked in the other direction she noticed a very small and cute ebony haired girl who was being addressed by a rather short and equally adorable ivory haired boy (boy).

At least I'm not the shortest.. She thought to herself, moving away from the crowd and located herself under a nice big tree, directly under the shade. She hated bright and sunny days, it always made reading difficult. The only thing worse than a sunny day was rainy days. Yuuki took careful note of her skirt before sitting down, smoothing it out against her legs with one hand and released it after taking a seat in the grass. She removed a bag from her shoulder, unzipping it afterwards only slip a math notebook out she'd received from cram school. She immediately began reading it's contents, doing the homework as she sat there. She wasn't here to make friends, she was here for the best education that her good grades could buy her. She couldn't afford to lose focus, because the only reason she was here was due to the scholarship her grades supplied her with. Friends were distractions, she learnt that the hard way a long time ago, and she wasn't looking to make any new ones.

She didn't want to go through losing them again, because she put her studies first and others couldn't seem to respect that. Everyone else always seemed to take school as a joke, but this was Japan, it was an eat or be eaten educational system, survival of the fittest. She was not going to be at the bottom of the food chain for the sake of maintaining a high school social life that would dissipate in about three more years.

Idiots.. They're wasting so much valuable time, and for what? She thought to herself, rolling her eyes as she moved on to the next math equation. She could hear a couple students that walked by mocking her, recognizing the booklet in her lap. She only overheard a few words; "Nerd", "Weirdo", etc. She was used to these labels, and merely shrugged them off. She couldn't let them hurt her, she had a promise to keep and the only opinions she had to honor was her mother's and father's. Sure, these words from random students did hurt, but she had to move on, or she'd never make her family's home life improve. Say what you want, when you're washing my car in ten years.. she added as a mental note, continuing to scribble down her answers. She flipped the first page, moving on to the next. Apparently she had more time than she thought. The spare time was at least letting her get ahead on her cram school assignments, which she was grateful for. She wanted to start on it last night, but she had too much to do at home. Perhaps this event taking so long to begin was a good thing after all.

At least no one has tried to come over here and 'vanquish the loner that is Yuuki Fujioka'. She thought to herself, golden eyes lifting for a split second to look at the crowd before returning to her work. At this rate, she'd be prepared for anything that Airdalen had in store for her as far as academics were concerned. Give it your best shot, Airdalen. I will even buy some weights if you try to fail me for gym class. She was very determined, and it was obvious by the look on her face. She was definitely consumed by the book she was working on and gave off a vibe of not wanting to be disturbed, though usually that's when people most often bothered her. Sure, she missed having friends, she was only human, but it was a luxury she couldn't afford right now, so she had to push people away, even if it meant being disinterested and mean to them. Besides, what were the chances that she would meet any of her classmates again after graduation? Friends always went different ways, so creating precious bonds would only cause emotional pain in the end for everyone involved. Making friends in school was a ludicrous idea when she came to think on the notion. She felt that pain first hand in middle school and she never wanted to experience it again if she didn't have to. Perhaps these students would be smart and respectful enough to read her body language and leave her the hell alone?





Intellect: +1 (Yuuki is studying?)
Popularity: +1 (To Shiori)
Popularity: +1 (To Mai)
Popularity: +1 (To Akira)





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Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Akira Blake Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Mai Kon Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Arietta Hakushiro Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli
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"It is yet another beginning, but whether it would change anything. I am not tempted to know or to care."


Eyes of gray blue were coldly narrowed into such a dangerous angle as the sound of wood colliding with another echoed with the giant hall resembling that of a dojo. It actually was and served as the training room for the infamous Sword Genius, Aeon Shirokami, but at this moment, he is donning the name Aeon Belrose to gain anonymity. He continued hacking at the practice dummy with his bokken. This has been his everyday morning ritual, a form of release and at the same time, it does provide him a considerable early workout. As the sweat cascaded down his body, he continued his sword strokes with such concentration. He was wearing a keikogi and hakama with his hair neatly tied in a ponytail.

It might be odd seeing someone of his features in a traditional Japanese garment, but he does look exceptionally good in it. The foreignness of his features complements the simple garb which fitted him without any errors. This also applied to his skillful handling of the bokken where a simple glint in his eyes dictated a horizontal slash as it hit the target at the same exact moment an alarm echoed throughout the room. He took a step back as the head of the wooden dummy rolled across the floor which indicated the strength he could manage with such precision. He ignored it as he approached a bench where a towel waited for him. His 2,000 slashing strikes had now been done on time. The alarm signified him not to to get engrossed in his practice as he does have other matters to attend to. He wiped the sweat from his face and body before grabbing a water bottle nearby to have a drink. Even then, it was elegantly done.

He exited the hall and returned to his room which was much larger than the previous one he was in. It was a given that he does live by himself and only allow his personal butler, Rando, to come during weekends to do chores. Other than that, he is alone and he was completely at ease by that notion. Here, he could be left in peace and without the eyes of those overbearing and annoying expectations being placed on him. It was more so as they coined him as a half-breed, a mongrel due to half of his ancestry being French. In reality, he could care less. However, he has his brother to think of and so; he will play his part in this grand scheme of things for now and bids his time as always.

For now, he entered his bathroom to take a shower and to prepare himself for the day. Airdalen had informed him beforehand that classes for them would start a day earlier due to a program being lunched in lieu of the incoming freshmen. He was of course involved in it and he has no objections. After a few minutes, he was out of his bathroom and was now donned with his uniform's white shirt and black pants. His platinum blonde hair was still wet as he uses the towel to dry it as he walked towards the couch, there was portion of his room presented as a living room in which he took a seat and opened his laptop. There were some mergers that he needed to review before sending it back to his father. They were only sent to him last night while he was sleeping. He had only known when he saw the notification on his phone when he woke up. His father never does give him a room to breathe, but he welcomes the challenge.

Other than that, he does still have some homework needed to be done. He had placed it at the bottom of his list for unlike the rest of the students who enjoyed their summer because of vacation. The summer days for him were rudimentary term for setting up business deals and learning the inner and outer workings of the various businesses they handle. He had been busier than ever since then and only has a partial of time to do it now. In any case, he began to read the documents on his laptop and began to type his notes at real time while taking a bite of his prepared meal, a sandwich and green tea. Soon enough, he was done with his business review and sent it back. If there was any other thing, his father would inform him one way or another.

Setting that aside, he grabbed hold of his school work and nonchalantly flipped through the pages. There was no need for him to read it as they were remembered perfectly by his brain whether he liked it or not. Opening his notebook, he began to finish the needed homework on time as his phone issued an alarm indicating that he should be preparing himself to leave for school.
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Gathering his things on the table, Aeon rested himself for a while as he closed his eyes briefly and leisurely placed his hand on his cheek. There was a small sigh escaping his lips and he remained still for a while. Silence passed like that and soon enough, he opened his eyes and stood from his seat. He grabbed his things and went to his closet to grab his jacket. At that time, his hair was already dry as he placed final adjustments to his current appearance. There was nothing out of place as he then left his room and then exited the condominium where he lives in. His was located at the top floor and has its own personal elevator only used by him and his guests. He entered and after a while found himself at the building's lobby where the staff greeted him with such pleasantries while most of the female staff swooned at him with professionalism, if that was possible.

"Good morning, Belrose-san. Shall I prepare the car?" The manager approached him with such a wonderful smile and impeccable politeness. His eyes landed on the older male but, his face never betrayed anything as it maintained its cold and calm appearance. "Good morning, Kusaribe-san. No, I shall walk" The manager conceded without resistance. These have been normal occurrences as Aeon would at times like taking walks on his own. It was not much of a toil as the building itself was not far from Airdalen, a collective amount of 10 minutes is needed to arrive there. "Understood, please have a good day at school, Sir." He gave a nod as his answer before proceeding to the doors. There was still time and he liked watching the blooming cherry blossoms that he would walk alongside with.

Like so, he took his time while some of the people passing by could not help but notice him. His pale features contrasted with his Airdalen Uniform and even more so as the fluttering pink petals seemingly swirled around him, creating a rather angelic visage. Most would even dare concede that he might be a girl for such beauty, but his current apparel would dissuade such assumptions. As for the one catching everyone's attention, he was ignoring it either by will or not. His attention was divided by admiring the pink blossoms and his destination which he soon arrived in. The guard instantly recognized him, yet had a questionable look. It was probably due to him arriving by foot. He simply presented his ID as the guard greeted him with more respect than the others. Aeon just has that presence the naturally elicits such respect.

As he entered the grounds, he could see that there are already other students present. Today, the school was only opened for the Seniors and the incoming freshmen, or the so-called Juniors. This is all in relation for a special program. Thus, there were not much people here besides the staff and teachers. It was a welcomed peace as he would not have those people that one of his teachers had generously labeled as fans. His eyes scanned across the present students. There were faces he knew of like that of Kitogawa, Hakushiro, and Giou. Others? He does not know them which makes them the new students. In any case, he did not approach anyone and simply situated himself in one of the benches far from the others.

Aeon would like to enjoy the morning breeze and the cherry blossoms lining the benches on his own. And such, he gazed at them and somehow, his face had a slight change. It looked peaceful and one could really see why he had been called or described as an Angel at many points.



Physical/Sporting Ability | +1
Intellect | +1

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Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Bishop Trander Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Arietta Hakushiro Character Portrait: Ryou Giou
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Bishop was dead asleep in bed. His chest rose and fell calmly as he snoozed in his bed, which would be interrupted by a blaring alarm suddenly going off. He groaned and rolled over smacking the snooze button and laid there for a second. Time would stand still until he suddenly jumped up in bed with a huge smile. "It's time for school!!" Normally he wasn't this thrilled to be at school, but this was the first day in an all new experience for the young teenager. He hopped out of bed and rushed out of his room to go get a shower. "Bishop~? It's good that you're up honey, breakfast is almost ready. Everyone is going to eat together on skype so make sure you have your uniform on. Your father wants to see it." His mother, Kimiko called up to him from the kitchen having heard her excited son bounce around upstairs. "Ok mom!" "What did we say about your Japanese?" Bishop sighed leaning out of the bathroom door now shirtless to shout down the stairs. "I can't get better if I never try." Japanese was his second language, he's been learning it since he was young but still had to fine tune some things here and there. He had a dictionary incase he ran into some words that he's never heard of before. But his reading and writing skills were proficient for a boy his age, the translations however simply slowed his progress down. He hopped in the shower liking his water extra hot as he washed himself. The young freshmen closed his eyes imagining himself swimming in a pool this warm, with the current song playing on the stereo. If he wasn't talking, Bishop was almost always listening to music of some kind.

Clean and refreshed Bishop walked from the bathroom to his room and eyed up his new uniform. "I can't beleive I'm going to a school that requires uniforms. That's kinda rare in the states." He began to get dressed pushing the button on his iPhone to change to the next song and smiled as his favorite band Coldplay began to play. He looked in the mirror as he got dressed the uniform fitting perfectly. In reality his father insisted on getting it a size bigger since they planned on him growing, fortunately his mother was skilled with a needle and didn't want her son to go to school wearing a baggy uniform. So it would appear as if he had a minor tailor job to his suit complimenting his physique in every fashionable way possible. <This is it! My first time going to a school for longer than a year. High school too! I wonder if I'll be popular.> He couldn't help but thing that as he grabbed his backpack, a very American styled backpack and headed down stairs. "Hey mom! What's for breakfast?" [color=BF00BF]"Why don't you come down and see! I'm sure you can smell it."[/color] Bishop grinned from ear to ear thinking of his mom's amazing cooking. He dashed into the kitchen and dropped his backpack seeing the spread that was laid out. Without a word he moved to the dining table and sat down while his mother finished some last things. "Now don't worry about the dishes honey. You have more important things to worry about." She patted his head making the young blonde blush and nod.

"Hey there sport! Lookin snazzy! You excited for school?" Bishop had a piece of toast dangling from his mouth when he noticed the computer monitor set on the table. On it was his father, dressed in the blue, grey and black colored Navy fatigues. The man's chiseled features beamed back at his son, who took a sip of a coffee mug that read 'EOD, If I start running, try and keep up' and had a tray of food in front of him as well. Though it didn't look nearlt as appetizing as what was in front of Bishop. "Yeah! I'm stoked! But mostly hungry." He took a big bite of his eggs and reached for a few pieces of bacon then drank some orange juice. His father laughed and took a sip of his coffe and ate what looked like french toast.

"I see you're speaking in Japanese like you're suppose to as well. Good! You're never going to find a pretty, rich girlfriend if you can't woo her with your words." His father smirked happily, but Bishop couched nearly choking on his food. "D-Dad! Why do you keep saying that?" He blushed heavily feeling his ears get hot, as he lowered his fork for a moment looking at the computer screen. Ever since they got the news he was getting a scholarship to Airdalen they were talking about how they were so excited for him to meet a nice rich girl, to buy all their worries away. They were only half-joking of course. "Oh, don't you know sweetie? This is a private school you're going to. A lot of the elite apply for this academy and some even get denied. You're awful lucky." "Well I knew that! But... Why do you gotta make a big deal about it? Especially a rich girl?" "Or boy...." His mother added in quietly and sipped her milk as if nothing was said.. Alex grinned catching it, but their son was completely oblivious jsut chowing down. "We're you're parents son! we, just want what's best for you. Now go and eat your breakfast. Nobody wants you to be hungry again." Bishop nodded and continued to eat. His parents just watched in awe, with small smiles on their face seeing their young boy growing up to one day be a man.

When breakfast was over, Bishop and his mother said their goodbyes to Alex his father and went out to their small car to head to school. Coincidentally his houses wasn't very far away from Airdalen, it was a little over 7 blocks deffinitely within walking distance but biking would be preferred. "Music for the road? Bishop smiled and nodded. "Of course!" Kimiko turned on the radio and started to play some J-Pop music his mother dancing the drivers seat like a fool. <Oh no... What have I done.> This was part of the reason why he tended to study at his grandmother's house. His mom was a busy body, in the sense that she was always doing something whether it was work or something fun for herself. As they drove along, he listened to the music but tried to not make any eye contact with pedestrians and other drivers seeing the lovely purple haired woman dancing in the drivers seat and singing lyrics of songs unashamedly. It was finally time that they arrived at school, Kimiko pulling up directly in front of the gate having missed the impeccable prince's subtle entrance (Aeon)

"Alright, thanks mom!" his mother looked to him and smiled, reaching out to stroke his blonde hair. "I'm so proud of you honey! I'm so excited that you get to go to a wonderful school like this, and get to meet new friends. I'm sure you'll do great." Bishop blushed sheepishly and twiddled with his bag some. "T-Thanks mom. But I gotta go, don't want people to stare at me." She giggled to herself drawing her hand back. "Oh my, my young man is already too cool for her mother. I understand. Now go! And find a cute girl!" "MOM~!"

Bishop hopped out of his car and put both straps over his shoulders. He mentally prepared himself for the journey he was about to embark on and smiled confidently. There was a small fire in his eyes as he looked to the awaiting gate guard who had a knowing smirk of his own. He stepped forward only to freeze hearing his mom honk the car horn. "GOODBYE SWEETIE~! HAVE A GOOD FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL~ MOMMY LOVES YOU~!" His mother blew a kiss and giggled driving off seeing her son's reaction. She was very loud and was bound to grab at least someone's attention. Bishop froze in fear and turned a deep red. "S-She.... She did that on purpose!!" <Why!? Why me!? Why now!? That is NOT how you start being cool in high school! Ugh! I'm gonna kill her!> He turned around seeing the gate guard sling more and chuckling to himself. Bishop lowered his head and walked inside.

"Welcome to Airdalen. The guard politely commented and nodded knowingly. Bishop simply closed his eyes and waved politely somewhat forgetting his Japanese customs. He would turn to see the expanse of the campus and looked on int awe. "Sugoi...." He walked somewhat aimlessly around until he noticed that some people were already here. He had a wary eye seeing if people were staring at him. He looked very convincingly like a lost puppy, being a freshmen at his school and was all by himself now in the center of the courtyard. He looked around seeing a pretty blonde girl (Arietta). That struck a chord with Bishop, seeing blonde's in this country was rare and always something to talk about with his peers donning the vibrant gold locks. He would make a mental note of the girl and nodded to himself. He barely noticed a male who seemed less than conscious (Ryou) sitting next to the blonde girl which made him curious. There would be time to learn more about the people around him in the future. Turning around he noticed another boy-girl pair on a bench sitting together but not talking (Rhys and Shiori). He could get a decent idea of who was in what grade, but his ability to read people wasn't the best being somewhat socially inexperienced.

<Ok.... Don't linger too long. Don't want to look weird.> He spied the third group of people, which appeared to be a very short girl with blakc hair (Mai) talking to another boy (Akira). Not wanting to force himself into a conversation he decided to go off to the side and sat by himself in front of a tree on a bench. He never noticed that a dark haired girl (Yuuki) was behind him under the tree however. To pass the time Bishop pulled out a small speaker and synced it to his iPhone deciding to play a favorite song. He wasn't meaning to disturb anyone, he just wanted some nice relaxing music to start his day as he sat on the bench and minded his own business. As the soft harmonies of the string instruments, coupled with the sounds of a guitar played in everse and the piano Bishop bobbed his head with the music letting out a content sigh. <Music is always a good ice breaker! Maybe someone will like this band too.> He smiled to himself and leaned back against the bench looking up at the tree above him happily.
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-3 Coolness (JK lol ^^')
+1 Popularity- Arietta

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Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Akira Blake Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Bishop Trander Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Mai Kon Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Arietta Hakushiro Character Portrait: Ryou Giou Character Portrait: Cassiopeia Argyris Character Portrait: Johnny Farelli
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Immediately, Shiori tensed up as a tall male with fairly pretty long brown-blond hair sat down beside her. She didn't recognize him, so he was obviously a Junior. Just because she didn't socialize often, didn't mean she wasn't aware of her classmates and their names. She cared about them and made a point to remember their names, she just couldn't express any of that to them in a healthy way. She was trembling just seconds before his arrival, and she was nervous that he might have noticed.

She took a moment to look at him when he turned his gaze the opposite way, blinking in curiosity. He sat here, only to ignore her? She tilted her head a bit at him, completely baffled by this boy's sense of logic. If he was shy, he would have had trouble approaching her. If he was hyperactive she would be looking for a way to plausibly escape this seating arrangement, and if he was creepy, wouldn't he have done something strange to her by now? Did he expect her to say something? Was he sitting here because she was quiet and just wanted to be left alone? She began to really overthink his actions and it was driving her a little crazy trying to decipher through all the possibilities on her own.

She turned her head away from the long haired junior (Rhys), completely confused by his choice to sit with her in silence. Suddenly the lack of noise was beginning to feel very awkward, so she did the best she could. Socializing was always her worst subject, but there were a few topics she could discuss without going on the rude defense, "Etto... the weather's really hot today.." She stated, looking up at the sky, shielding her eyes with one hand. The shade of blue was beautiful, and despite her home-body reputation, she did love warm days like this. Something about days like this one was nostalgic and brought her a small sense of peace. Perhaps it was because she met that boy on a day somewhat like this one?

"I'm Shiori Kitogawa." She added, not looking at Rhys directly, in fact, she was now staring at the ground, letting the toes of her shoes shuffle against the concrete to keep her mind off of the fact that she was talking to a complete stranger. So far she was doing alright, but she was definitely nervous. It wouldn't be long before something spurts out of her mouth to offend him. She was just postponing the inevitable. Sometimes she wasn't even sure why she even tried. Most people at this school hated her, the others simply tolerated or didn't care about her existence in the first place. Why did she try so hard to change? Then an image of that little blond boy she met as a child came back to her. The boy hugged her once when they first met, and she completely froze in panic. She knew there was probably still a picture of it somewhere, but she didn't personally have a copy of it. Ever since that day, she decided she wanted to be more like him, to be able to warmly embrace others and make friends so easily, to smile in that warm way, just like he did.

When she thought of him, she saw the colors one typically associated with summer, because that's exactly what his kindness felt like, the embrace of a warm summer's day. Her violet eyes shifted to the tall junior, and then back down to the ground, "You don't have to reply to me, I was just trying to be polite, that's all.." Her tone was a bit distant and definitely had a defensive edge to it. Her nerves finally got the best of her, and her body was going into protective mode. This was her own form of self preservation, of keeping her feelings protected from greater forms of pain at all times. Sure, loneliness hurt, but rejection from someone considered a cherished friend hurt way worse. She found that out at a very young age from her mother, but also because a friend betrayed her trust back in elementary school. She never wanted to feel that pain again.

Why did he sit here..? I want to ask, but I'm scared of the answer.. just like with Kazuhiko.. I'm always scared to ask people the more serious and intimate questions and end up making a fool out of myself instead. She was growing depressed with herself, so she busied herself. She put her pen and notebook in her bag, looking around at the students that came in since she began talking. T-That many!? She was immediately intimidated by the number of known and unknown faces surrounding. She knew that no one was watching her, but somehow she felt as though they were all spying on her, waiting for her to slip up.. She felt like everyone in the area was waiting to find a reason to judge her, even though common sense told her that no one here cared about her or what she was doing. Half of them didn't even know who she was, and the other half..well, we discussed the seniors earlier in this post. Why do I overreact to everything? Why can't I be like all of them and just act natural..? Why do I have to be so different..? I wish I could talk freely about anything, just like everyone else.. I hate being different.. Shiori thought to herself, nervous and angry fists tightening in her lap, sort of crinkling her skirt.







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Yuuki wasn't bothered by the blond boy's (Bishop) nearby presence, that is, she didn't even notice him at first. She was far to consumed by the math problems and the sound of birds, to even notice the boy sitting down. All was well, until be began playing music. The abrupt disruption of sound startled the busy girl, causing the lead of her pencil to snap. Immediately she looked up with a glare. She took no time in snapping her book closed and standing up. She dusted off her skirt, walking around the bench to face him directly. Yuuki tilted her head at him, a look of disbelief on her face. Though her expression was not playful or curious, but instead she wore somewhat of a stern expression, "Do you often make a hobby out of playing music right next to strangers when they are trying to study..?" She asked with one quirked eyebrow, and one hand on her hip. She was not pleased with this behavior. Of course she could have simply moved to another spot, but that was not the point. She was there first, she was minding her business, and this boy inexcusably disturbed what little sense of peace she found among this chaos known as high school. She wanted answers and she wanted him to atone for his actions. She found that no one made repeat offenses whenever she addressed them directly. This boy was cute, but Yuuki wasn't concerned with stuff like that, her human attractions were the last thing on her mind right now, and she wasn't going to treat him differently just because he was physically attractive. She believed in fair play, and she was going to treat him as she would if anyone else had done the same thing, very, very, harshly. He was about to be on the receiving end of Yuuki's rage.

"I take my education very seriously, and I am trying to work on my cram school assignments. I cannot do that when that, whatever that was, is playing!" Her voice was stern, but she hesitated for a moment because she didn't know who Coldplay was. Well, to anyone who knew her that wouldn't have come as a surprise. Music, movies, she was very unfamiliar with the media. She only owned a computer for school work, and she did not own a TV at all in her small apartment. There was no music on her phone aside from the typical factory tones. She became a very boring person over the years, but still held the same temper, "What do you have to say about yourself?" She was speaking a bit fast, and definitely in Japanese. Little did she know, Bishop wasn't very savvy with the language to begin with, and speaking in her irritated and fast manner would only hinder him from understanding what she was saying even more.

She knew that if anyone decided to look over, it was obvious that there was an argument taking place, but she didn't know anyone here, so she didn't really care what they thought about her. Besides, perhaps others would avoid her and let her study in peace if they saw what happened to those who disturbed her. She wasn't going to let anyone get in the way of her making top marks, she had to be able to study without distraction.. how else would her father get better? She didn't even realize that her knuckles were white, because the hand that was once dangling the workbook at her side was now tightly clenching the spine of the book in irritation and desperation. No one understood her situation. She didn't have a lot of time, she had to be better, she had to be smarter. She was running out of time. She felt so helpless and this was the only thing she could do. This was the only way that she could be useful to her parents.. Her mother made her promise, and she intended to keep that promise if it damn near killed her doing so. She was skinny because she skipped meals, she was tired because she missed out on hours of sleep quite frequently, and she was irritated with this blond boy (Bishop), because of all the pressure that laid on her shoulders made her explode.

Before her father's illness, she probably would have just complimented the song, or she would have played one of her own.. Now, it was just another obstacle. He was just an obstacle between herself and her goals, "I... I don't have time for people. Please turn that down... or put these on. You're distracting me..." and she reach in her bag at this point, digging for a second before handing out a set of earphones. Her expression was serious as she extended them toward the boy. This was her personal lavender tinted pair that she used when studying on computers, but she'd loan them out if it meant a bit of peace and quiet. She felt a familiar knot in her stomach, but she knew this was for the best. It was easier for him to learn to hate her now. It was always more difficult if she was kind to them. Kindness only drew people in, she was purposely trying to shove these people out of her way. It still hurts.. I don't like being hated. I don't think I'll ever get used to this feeling.. I feel like throwing up..






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The campus courtyard beyond the gate reminded Johnny of a similar courtyard for a hospital back home, where recovering patients and their guests- namely the teammates who got injured- bought snacks from a vendor set up near the entrance to one of the main buildings. The only difference was that the activity within the courtyard was neither slow, nor muted. It was energetic and intense as more and more kids moved in and claimed seats amongst the benches and patches of grass forming comfortable foundations to trees laden with a soft pink.

The first individual Johnny noticed was a boy who appeared the closest to the foreigner’s height, (Ryou) albeit the height was more like a length, spread out along one side of the bench. From a distance, Johnny could tell the other boy was fit- maybe along Johnny’s level. To see such a specimen sleeping meant either two things: The boy either woke up early, or was incredibly lazy. The sleeping dog’s (haha) build implied that the former was far more likely, and it was indeed a very respectable build. Johnny held respect for the guy, and he showed that respect by following the idiom about sleeping dogs.

The second individual Johnny noticed was a girl who was as polar an opposite as they could possibly be. (Mai) She was so goddamn tiny that it reminded Johnny of some old, very offensive midget jokes one of his uncles told last family reunion. Johnny was not sure how to feel about the tiny girl. Jokes were jokes and said nothing about the character of the subject, as that same uncle always said before making a shoddily constructed and racist quip about the Irish.

His eyes scanned over most everyone else until he realised that he was standing in the middle of the courtyard with no nearby seating. Johnny, as well as these students, remained out on the courtyard- awaiting… what? John knew not; His letter came with instructions to wait in the courtyard until an official came to greet him and the other students. He pulled his earbuds out to catch the sounds of a familiar European band. Johnny liked Coldplay as much as the next guy, but his heart was always for the old stuff his dad and extended family grew up with.

His eyes darted around to find the source of the music. Twenty feet away, on a bench near one of the pink trees, sat a blonde-haired boy with round eyes that appeared full of life. The boy held a very portable wireless speaker- obviously synced-up with his music player of choice. Johnny realised that he should have brought some speakers of his own… except he lacked room for it in his messenger bag due to the gym clothes and other basic supplies. Hopefully, once he got himself a locker, he can bring everything he wanted to bring at later days.

Johnny’s mind raced as he reviewed different greetings. There were three of them that his father told him about, and they all sounded entirely different. To be fair, however, phrases like “What’s up,” and “Hello,” and “Greetings,” all sounded completely different in the perspective of someone less familiar with the English language. He finally remembered what his dad said was the proper greeting for a first-time greet, and was about to approach the blonde-haired boy. However, the girl on the other end of the bench (Yuuki) just began to chew out the blonde-haired boy.

Johnny blinked, and opted to avoid getting caught in an awkward situation only compounded by his rudimentary knowledge of the language. He figured that the girl was only annoyed at the music. He assumed it was out of taste, but he wasn’t offended by it. He thought Coldplay was alright. Crossing the potentially awkward encounter out of his options of things to do, The tall, lean, and muscular boy continued scanning the vicinity for someplace to sit. There was one last empty bench near the front doors to Building A.

With a few long strides, he closed the distance to the bench and lazily took a seat on the far right side of the bench. He slipped a hand into his messenger bag to once more make sure he had everything he needed. It was then that he remembered that he did, in fact, pack an English-to-Japanese dictionary. Though Johnny was not familiar with the grammar, he figured it would be best to at least understand the words. He pulled out the fist-sized pocketbook and began studying the contents. Words, pronunciations, and definitions filled his mind for a while.

Deep-down, he wanted to wait until he had a better grasp on the language before he began talking to people, not unlike his personal interests that not even his parents know about.

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+1 Intellect to Johnny

+1 Popularity to Bishop.
+1 Popularity to Ryou.

+0 Anything to Yuuki.
+0 Anything to Mai (these were ultimately neutral observations lol soz 4 no skill-ups bro.)

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"Since, it would be my last year. I'll make sure that it would be a blast. After all, we have to send off my grand self with a big kabloom and wonderful dazzling lights."
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It might have been a gazillion times this had been asked by a very annoyed Kazuki. "Who made it that school should start at the rising of the sun!? Dammnit!" He muttered very loudly as he clicked his tongue in irritation, but that is not really the problem here. Anyone who would come to parking lot inside one of the vehicles parked there would see the notorious or more plainly known as the Hellion, handcuffed to the steering wheel. "Why the hell does he have handcuffs in the first place!?" This remarkable handiwork is done by no one else, but the ever lovely uncle of his who is also actually, Airdalen's Mr. Hayashi, the Math Teacher.

Now, why was he like this It's because, he decided to sleep in and not attend this stupid program. He really planned on playing hooky, but his uncle miraculously did not have one of those forgetful spells and literally kidnapped him from his house on his bed. "This is an outright violation of my human rights! I'll sue his ass when I get out of here... Tch!" Other things to add to his irritable mood are his early attendance, being in a vehicle, and also it was his uncle who dressed him all up, so right now, he looked like one of those picture models for those high school promotional movies or something with slick-back hair. This was going to be bad for his rep. "I'm really going to enjoy cutting that old man to pieces..." He grumbled further as he fought his restraints and looked inside the car for a way to free himself.

"I swear that old man is a pervert or something..." He continued tugging on his handcuffs and in irritation, he kicked the floor of the car. That was then he heard a jingling sound. His golden eyes shimmered like a cat who had found a beautiful fish to pounce on. He managed to open the glove compartment and there he saw the keys to his handcuffs. It was a good thing that his uncle is forgetful. Things were certainly looking up for him. A grin was plastered on his face as he now thinks of ways on how to get it. He managed to grab hold of it by using his teeth and dropped it to his waiting fingers. "You can't keep me locked in, buddy..." He said with a very confident smile as he began unlocking his restraints. It did the trick as he stretched his limbs. He could feel the blood beginning to flow freely once more.

All of this was done so he would participate in this program. His uncle said that he would be returning to take him inside once everything is settled. There was no way in seven levels of hell and seas would he babysit some punk still looking for his or her mommy. There are better things worthy of his time than that. Anyway, he released a big sigh and commented. "This was not how I envisioned myself getting tied up. I was thinking along the lines of a beautiful dominatrix. Anyways, time to split!" He has that Cheshire grin on his face as he whistled a bit and was about ready to leave the car. He doesn't like staying inside of these contraptions as much as possible when his stomach gurgled in rebellion. "I didn't even have breakfast yet." He finally remembered as his wake-up call had been chaotic at the very least.

"Stupid uncle, I still have that leftover subway sandwich inside the fridge. Tch!" He punched the dashboard and then left the car while slamming the door behind him as it fell. He left me in a car that's falling apart... This is why I hate these cars." After doing that, he messed up his hair, returning it to its normal style. He popped open his jacket, loosened his tie and then rolled up his sleeves. That was then, his phone vibrated. It's a good thing he managed to grab that one. There was a message from one of the girls he had hit at the club, it's very suggestive. Then, if a literal light bulb could be seen on top of his head, there will be one. He had a wide grin on his face along with those feline eyes of his. It was rather intimidating like that of a devil, but a handsome and alluring one. It's good for him to be born with such good looks. "Got my ticket then." He went towards the main grounds where he could see that there were some people around. It was passing glance and he didn't really care about them. What good students they are, how boring.

Kazuki ignored them as he went to the gates. He was about to walk passed two girls, one with blue hair (Gen) and the other with orange hair (Vika). But, he didn't have time to confirm who they are since; he has one thing in mind, leave the premises when the guard noticed him. "Oi! Miyamoto! Stop right there!" The guard came out of his booth and began to walk towards him. He stopped momentarily and clicked his tongue. That good old for-nothing uncle of his probably warned the guard. "Shit!" He began to move again as he made his way to the gates, but there was another one waiting for him. They came in prepared and his uncle made sure they did. Why does he have to be serious at the most useless moments in his life? Why!? With that, he quickly made a roundabout to escape their clutches.

"Hayashi-sensei said not to let him escape! Catch him!" One of the guards said as they began to multiply like cockroaches and they were quite good. It's to be expected; after all they have to ensure the security of a very high-end school with very important students in attendance. He made the run while using the obstacles around him like the rails much like a tightrope and then jumped down with smirk on his face. "As if I'd let you catch me! Suckers!" He was able to make his way through the benches and stopped at one where two students (Shiori and Rhys) were presently sitting. "S'cuse me! Up and over!" Kazuki literally jumped over the bench where some of the guards halted. He then landed just a few inches in distance from another pair of students (Akira and Mai). Watch where you stand!" Then, he heard the guards were hot on his heels again. Well, see you later kiddos!"

Kazuki continued as they were still in pursuit as he looked over his shoulder. "Persistent bastards..." He muttered under his breath and then looked in front of him. There he noticed a very large tree where there were another pair of students (Yuuki and Bishop) arguing or more like being told off. "Get out of the way love birds!" He said as he grabbed at one of the branches and swung himself across, much like a gymnast. "Miyamoto! Get back here!" As if, he would do that. He continued his pace as he ran across another student (Johnny) on a bench. He was now on the other side and saw three students at one bench. His smile widened even further as he went towards the group.

"Hot stuff, coming through!" He announced as he pushed his way between another pair. (Saburo and Arietta) Then, he literally stepped on Ryou's foot to wake him up that should serve as a deterrent to the remaining guards coming after him. "When you snooze, you lose!" He shouted towards Ryou and then continued forward as he finally halted in his escape, actually, he tripped on something as he fell flat on his face. That was embarrassing. "Dammit! Who did that!?" He shouted angrily as he quickly went back on his feet. His face was rather red and bit bruised. Then, his eyes landed on the one responsible for his fall. His eyes narrowed in disdain. "And here I thought, the heavens had finally taken you back." There before him was Aeon and the lovely Cassiopeia.

That was when the guards finally caught up to him and grabbed him. "Finally caught you, Miyamoto!" The guard announced with a ragged breath. Kazuki glared at Aeon for being the reason of his so-called apprehension and then shrugged his shoulders as he didn't fight anymore. "Well you know what they say, peeps and pops, there's nothing like a good exercise to jet start your day." He said with his carefree casual way as the guards glared and sighed at this. Oh yeah, tell my uncle. Does he have insurance on his car?" He ended that with his infamous mischievous smile. It was after all a normal thing to be expected from someone like Kazuki Miyamoto.


Popularity +1 to Cassiopeia
(That's my understanding, if it isn't please free to add the stats and edit it GM's)

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Bishop sat on his bench as content as could be. He had a tiny smile on his face, looking around and taking in his surroundings with a youthful awe. He felt lucky to be here, the school grounds were stunning and gave the presence of culture, sophistication and above all quality not just in the physical aspects but academic as well. He gently nodded his head from side to side as his bright golden hair shown in the early sunlight making him appear bright and cheery like the spring air. <Well.... It appears that no one noticed my mother's attempt of embarrassing me. This is an omen! If I persevere and do my best, I can over come any obstacle!> His smiled brightened and the freshmen clenched his right hand into a fist of determination that fire in his eyes coming alive again betraying his innocent appearance. He felt he could accomplish anything!

"Do you often make a hobby out of playing music right next to strangers when they are trying to study..?" Bishop visibly flinched now noticing a girl with purple hair and glasses (Yuuki) standing in front of him... And boy did she look upset. "Aahh umm... Eh-" "I take my education very seriously, and I am trying to work on my cram school assignments. I cannot do that when that, whatever that was, is playing!" Bishop was flabbergasted. Never in a million years that he thought his first 5 minutes on campus that the blonde wold be getting chewed out by a girl. To be honest she kind of reminded him of his aunt, how she lectured him. His eyes widened taking on the appearance of a puppy's looking up at her in shock, appearing to water up. "What do you have to say about yourself?" Bishop flinched again but never took his eyes off of this upset girl (Yuuki). "Uhh.. Y-You.. Don't like music?" He paused asking a question that seemed innocent and fine to him, although it was actually rhetorical. "I thought- that maybe some people would like something nice to listen to." What might be a surprise to other people, was his tone wasn't defensive or retaliatory in any manner of speaking. His words were laced with an American accent but it wasn't atrocious by any means despite how nervous he was. Bishop adjusted his posture and fixed his collar as a nervous tick diverting his eyes away from the girl (Yuuki) to spy and see if anyone else was watching them noticing a tall brown haired boy quickly turn away as if he was about to watch a train wreck- which is exactly what this was. <Oh my god! This is a disaster! How could this happen to me right when I was about to turn everything around! I'm gonna be ruined!> His mind reeled thinking of exaggerated circumstances where he was going to be made fun of for life because of this simple misunderstanding.

"I... I don't have time for people. Please turn that down... or put these on. You're distracting me..." Bishop blinked when the girl (Yuuki) spoke again and offered her a set of headphones. He looked at her hand then back up to Yuuki again and held his hands up. "Oh umm.. N-No thank you. I couldn't take something that's yours, especially something so personal. Hehe. He smiled sheepishly, yes he smiled at the girl (Yuuki). Despite being beat over the head for trying to make someone's day better. "I have my own headphoness. I'm sorry to have bothered you, I didn't know it would cause a problem." Bishop would first turn off the music then straighten up in his seat and bow in apology towards his violet haired heckler. When he came up there was a soft, gentle smile on his face as he closed his eyes. "I-I hope you won't hold this against me... I hate to make a bad first impression my first day here." He absently rubbed at the back of his head, gently ruffling the golden locks that swayed in the soft breeze. Bishop's thought process was largely anti-conflict. His mother gave him some advice as a kid when he was holding a grudge against a boy in elementary school. <Every person is having a struggle that no one else knows about. So be respectful.>

"Get out of the way love birds!" Bishop looked to see some guy (Kazuki) swinging on a bench flying past them. "Wah!" He flopped to the ground to avoid being hit. He sat up from his position to see that same person (Kazuki) sprinting around the courtyard avoiding the security guards like the plague. That was until he tripped by a a couple (Aeon & Cassiopia). He looked back up to Yuuki and rubbed the back of his head again a bit nervously. <I'm such a dork....>
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The small girl had been humming the first theme song to Rangers Unite! to herself quietly. She looked pretty content with herself as she absentmindedly swung her legs back and forth. Although she knew it made her look even smaller, Mai enjoyed doing it since it gave her something to do. Mai was even swaying to the song as it played in her head but only if you paying close attention would you notice her movement. Every now and then Mai would look up to see if anyone else had arrived and by the looks of it someone did. A young man, or rather a pretty boy, had arrived. He was smaller than most of the men she has seen but he was certainly taller than she was. The fact that he wasn't that much taller than her made him seem less intimidating. I wish I was his height. Mai pouted inwardly hating the fact that she didn’t inherit her parents genes but rather her Oba-san, may she rest in peace. Had Mai watched the boy a little longer she would have seen him approaching her and could have prepared for a confrontation however those green orbs caught sight of a ladybug that was crawling on the edge of the bench to her right.

Mind if I sit with you? I'm new and fairly lost.." Mai jumped a bit as she wasn’t expecting to be spoken to. Instead of looking up right away, Mai hunched her shoulders slightly in hopes that this boy was talking to someone else. She noticed that he had an accent and the butterflies in her stomach got worse. In that little moment Mai really wished she was the ladybug right now. "I'm Akira Miyuu, and I'm a junior this year.. What is your name?" At this point Mai finally realized just how rude she was being.

Taking in a deep breathe, Mai finally looked up at the boy who had introduced himself as Akira. Green met aquamarine for a brief second before she diverted her eyes elsewhere. Placing her hands together on her lap, Mai fiddled with her thumbs as she made attempts to calm herself down to give him an answer. Why is such a pretty person talking to me? And he wants to sit next to me!? The young woman simply couldn’t wrap her mind around the idea. Mai dared to look at his face again and noticed the kind smile that was present, in a way seeing that smile put her at ease if just a little. Come on Mai! Just breathe and answer his question and you’ll be just fine. She bit the corner of her lip and fiddled with her thumbs a bit more before finally she spoke.

“H-Hell-o. U-um y-you –ma-ay, I do-don’t m-mind at a-all.” Closing her mouth she got the first half of what she wanted to say done with but her stutter was getting worse every second. “I-I’m M-Mai K-Kon a-a J-Junior, pl-pleased t-to ma-mak-e y-you-you’re a-aq-aquian-tance.” Releasing a sigh of relief, Mai visibly deflated and had stopped twiddling her thumbs. Mai looked around at her surroundings quickly and noticed a few more people had shown up. And it sounded like someone was playing music, she couldn’t quite name the band but it did sound familiar.

Straightening up, Mai looked to where the music was coming from and saw that normally sized boy (Bishop) had shown up who looked kind of nice. He had soft looking blonde hair and she could tell, even from a distance, that he might be a bit athletic. He looks happy. Watching him a little while longer resulted in her witnessing him being chewed out by a girl with glasses and short purple hair (Yuuki). A small smile appeared on her lips. Mai felt a little bad for the boy but she didn’t get much time to worry about him since there was one sitting next to him. “Oh.” came quietly as she realized she might have looked like she was ignoring him. Quickly turning her attention back on Akira she bit her lip again and somehow ended up looking like she was going to cry. Okay you got this Mai. Just ask him something, anything. As she opened her mouth, a relatively tall boy (Kazuki) landed right in front of them.

His arrival had been so sudden that Mai jumped and made a small yelping sound of surprise. Watch where you stand!" Mai was still in utter shock, then again she probably wouldn’t’ have had the nerve to give a reply to him even if she wasn’t. “Well, see you later kiddos! All she could do really was watch him in silence as the young man ran off again with the guards right behind them. “Eh?” Mai really was just confused. She seriously hoped that this wasn’t a common occurrence in her first day at a new school.



Popularity +1 (Bishop & Akira) Hopefully it was done right. Edit if it isn't^^;

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"Uhh.. Y-You.. Don't like music?"

Yuuki's eyes widened at this question. It wasn't that she didn't like music, but music was simply a distraction, just like this boy. She wasn't sure how to answer this, so she went with the simplest one, the truth. She did not care about this boy's opinion of her, nor anyone else's for that matter, "Music is just another distraction from my studies. I haven't listened to music in several years. So, I guess you could say I don't like it."

"I thought- that maybe some people would like something nice to listen to."

"I'm sure some of the others enjoy it, but I don't." She replied back, realizing that he wasn't trying to actively irritate her with his music, he just seemed to do it naturally. His accent was also foreign, so he probably didn't realize the customs here.. So she let out a sigh and rubbed the back of her neck. How did she get stuck dealing with the disrespectful foreigner?

"Oh umm.. N-No thank you. I couldn't take something that's yours, especially something so personal."

"Okay," He refused the headphones, so she put them back in her bag, not even a bit insulted by his denial. She didn't see things like that, though she knew that a lot of people did. Headphones were just a means of listening to audio without disturbing others, she didn't understand how they qualified as a personal object. Everyone had a pair, it wasn't undergarments or clothing, nor were they one of a kind. This boy was simply strange, and she wasn't getting on the right foot with him at all.

"I have my own headphones. I'm sorry to have bothered you, I didn't know it would cause a problem."

Yuuki tilted her head as the blond boy bowed, a bit surprised, but also a little impressed. Despite being a foreigner, at least he knew how to properly apologize. She let out a sigh, seeing as this was a lot more irritation than she originally planned to put up with, but decided to hear him out since he seemed to be sorry and it would be more than a little rude to walk away after chewing him out. She did have respect for manners, "Be more mindful of your surroundings next time." She stated in a calm and indifferent tone, it was so robotically neutral.

"I-I hope you won't hold this against me... I hate to make a bad first impression my first day here."

"I don't have the time to hold grudges against people, so you have nothing to worry about. Just don't do it again, at least not around me." She replied in a flat tone, not really concerned with whether or not he was genuinely apologetic or not. She just wanted results. So long as the behavior did not repeat, she didn't care if he liked her or hated her. The end result would still be the same. Though she did feel something in her stomach, a knot of sorts, but she blamed it on her breakfast. Perhaps she didn't fully cook the eggs? She didn't recognize this feeling, but how could she? It had been years since she'd experienced guilt.

"Get out of the way love birds!"

Yuuki's eyes widened, and as the tall rampaging guy (Kazuki) grew closer. She instinctively withdrew herself from his range of reach, falling backwards on the ground afterwards. It wasn't the dark haired guy's fault (Kazuki), at least not physically. He didn't even touch Yuuki, but she landed on the ground anyhow. How you might ask? Well, Yuuki, being Yuuki, did not want to get close to the stranger, so she stumbled backwards and lost her footing, all just to avoid getting close to the wild hooligan (Kazuki) physically. She really did not like being close to other people, and chose to risk getting hurt instead.

"Wah!"

Her golden eyes landed on Bishop who also fell, but he seemed to jump out of the way, landing a bit more intentionally than she had. She noticed the expression on his face, and despite doing everything she could to hold it back, she ended up laughing. This guy was just...weird. She wasn't sure why, but after seeing his expression, the laugh came out without permission. They nearly got knocked out, yet he wasn't even mad? He didn't seem phased by that animal's behavior even a bit, while inside she was fuming. She wanted to chew out that other guy more than she did Bishop, yet the blond seemed to forgive the stranger almost immediately. She didn't understand this boy at all (Bishop).

What a strange person. When her laughter died down, Yuuki realized that she'd dropped her guard, and quickly stood. She bowed in a formal manner toward the blond's (Bishop) general direction then immediately returned to her spot under the tree without another word. She opened her book again with a nervous haste, going over math problems to keep her mind off of what just occurred. It had been over three years since one of her classmates managed to make her laugh, and she'd known that girl her entire life. Five minutes and this goof of a person had her almost in tear jerking laughter? Just who was this guy, and what was with this kind and strange behavior? He didn't even try to argue with her over the music, nor did he insult her. He was the same way when the black haired boy (Kazuki) zoomed through like a monkey swinging through branches after a banana.

Her pencil moved across the paper quickly, though her thoughts were definitely distracted. She was not getting the problems done nearly as fast as she would have liked. Distraction.. see..? People are just obstacles that are meant to deter us from our goals.. After a few minutes she was able to regain composure and work on her homework in peace, but her gaze did discreetly drift back to the blond once or twice before that. She didn't even realize it, but she still had a light blush across her cheeks. The pink shade adorned her cheeks ever since her eyes met Bishop's after they evaded an incident with that wild boy (Kazuki).






Notoriety: +1 (Kazuki)
Popularity: +1 (Bishop) (OOC: I guess Yuuki blushing because of him would count?)
Intellect: +1 (Yuuki)

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At every attempt the blonde haired freshmen took at turning this into a positive conversation was shot down.... Terribly. If anyone was close enough to listen it would be absolutely brutal to hear the way she cut down his comments with counters of her own. The two were just far too opposite in their philosophies of thinking. However Bishop didn't fret in the least, at least on the outside. <Man... She's so cold.> "I don't have the time to hold grudges against people, so you have nothing to worry about. Just don't do it again, at least not around me."

"Ahh... R-Right." A small part of him rebelled, wanting to tell her off for demanding that he be inconvenienced because only one person out of the many around was offended. That wasn't fair at all, like the one person that gets offended by a joke so everyone has to watch what they say around the office from now on. But just like him, he relented and let her say what she wanted and accommodated. Bishop liked to make people happy, he was a people pleaser. The blonde girl was hard to read, but to be honest he wasn't very good in reading people and had been manipulated in the past. What plagued the young blonde was that people around him always thought that he was too nice. That he was trying too hard to be liked, or was trying to get people to like him for some suspicious reason. The worst was when girls thought he was trying too hard to show that he liked them, which lead him to instantly being manipulated in doing favors or going out of his way for someone. In his mind he was just doing people a favor, none the wiser even to this day.

After the commotion of that older kid (Kazuki) swinging past them, he looked to Yuuki nervously playing off his intentional flop as nothing more but an unfortunate event. He had a curious expression on his lips watching her for a moment, until the violet haired girl (Yuuki) started to laugh uncontrollably. He blinked and laughed nervously with her, having probably missed something that was so amusing. <Is she... Laughing at me?> He watched her continue until the laughter died. He was somewhat speechless unsure of what to say, so he just remained in his spot sitting still and watcher her stand up, bow then leave. Bishop blinked and slowly stood up watching her go. "She was... Definitely laughing at me." He sighed and lowered his head as a sweatdrop drooped from his head. "I'm such a dork..." Bishop moved to sit on the bench and moved to grab his earplugs and set them in, turning on some music again but only for him to listen to this time. He was oblivious to to Yuuki's glances keeping his head down, in a somewhat defeated manner. He figured it would be best to keep a low profile from here on out. Others probably saw and were sizing him up. He knew about the rumors of high school were, but that was American high school He was in a completely different pond now, and Bishop was a little fish. A little goldfish. His head flinched lower remembering that was a nickname some kids called him, when they made fun of him... Goldfish, because of his hair and that he swam. Bishop's hands slid to rest on his knees and clenched lightly while he looked down at his feet deep in thought, subconsciously biting at his lip while his eyes shimmered with doubt and memories.

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“ATTENTION, ATTENTION, ALL SENIORS AND JUNIORS PLEASE HEAD OVER TO THE SCHOOL HALL FOR ANNOUNCEMENTS."

Seriously?! The quiet bookworm hissed in her mind, and was practically seeing red by this point. This was the second time in the past twenty minutes, and Yuuki was about to crack some skulls if people wouldn't quit forcing her to break her concentration. This was getting fairly ridiculous, and Yuuki wasn't known to have a lot of patience when it came to others bothering her. Yuuki closed her book with a sharp sigh, getting very irritated. This school was full of loud and obnoxious people, and that wasn't quite in the description when she signed up for Airdalen. She was beginning to get very fed up with the interruptions.. Though this time it was a teacher. Yuuki stood up, her belongings pressed to her chest as she grew closer to listen to the announcement. Head to the school hall? Why did they have everyone meet outside then? She could almost feel a vein popping out of her forehead, and she let out an annoyed huff that blew her bangs out of her face for a moment. This place was already becoming more trouble than it was worth, but she didn't have a lot of transfer options, besides, as long as she got a good recommendation, she'd put up with just about any amount of bullshit from this place.

"SENIORS, PLEASE HELP GUIDE THE JUNIORS SHOULD THEY GET LOST."

What does she mean if we get lost? There are so many people here it's fairly simple to find where we're going, especially since everyone is headed in the same direction. Any idiot could get there.. Although, some students didn't have common sense, like a few she'd already encountered, so on the flip side, Yuuki supposed that to a certain degree, she understood why this announcement was mandatory. Not everyone was born with an entire brain and the ability to utilize it, or so it seemed.

"WE’RE RUNNING BEHIND ON SCHEDULE SO STAY SHARP.”

You don't say? No one noticed that this school is less than punctual, except perhaps, me. Though the last thing that caught her attention was the fact that the teacher instructed everyone to stay sharp. Immediately the violet haired freshman quirked an inquisitive brow. What did she mean by that? Were they going to have to run to the building and avoid snipers? Were there booby traps? Or was she referring to that troublemaker from earlier? Immediately blonde hair rang through her memory, and the moment of laughter he'd brought on. She felt her knuckles clench, and her cheeks burnt a light shade of pink. He was a distraction if she'd ever seen one! He made her laugh when she hadn't done so in so long, though she blamed it on the idiotic behavior he'd displayed. Loud music right next to someone trying to study? That wasn't the brightest idea ever, even for a blonde. She was suddenly glad that Japan wasn't overrun by the stereotyped 'air-headed' American community.

She immediately began following the flood of students, maneuvering her way through the crowd to get further up in the line. She passed the blond headed boy (Bishop) from before, but decided to keep walking. The last thing she wanted was to be noticed. When inside, she sat in the left set of chairs, approximately around the middle of the isles. She went down that set until she reach the seat by the wall, and sat down to herself, waiting for the rows to fill up. Most of the students she watched pass avoided her, but she didn't really care. She had an intimidating look on her face for only one reason; it kept people away. Not many wanted to talk to the 'unfriendly' girl. That look alone deterred most from approaching, and the rest usually abandoned the endeavor of 'melting' her icy demeanor once they realized just how cold she was. She wasn't a warm and 'cute' girl. She wasn't like the girls she saw socializing at the the courtyard. She would never be like that, even when her goal was over. She didn't remember how to be like that. She couldn't remember the last time that she was worried about being girly and cute. As far as she remembered, she never even developed crushes. She'd pushed everyone away long before any of those things became important.

She was an all work and no play type of girl, because that's the life she had to take. There was no other option, if she wanted her dad to stand a chance, if she wanted to see him live to see his own grandchildren she would have to sacrifice enjoying her youth, and that was a price she was willing to pay, because how could she miss it if she didn't realize what she was missing out on? Besides, she'd have plenty of time to enjoy life once she landed a well paying job, right?

It took everything in her power to avoid pulling out her cram school workbook, but she kept her hands fidgeting in her lap. She had to pay attention, just in case these announcements turned out to actually be worth listening to. The last thing she wanted was to get lost, that would involve asking others for help, and in turn owing them... It would be a never ending cycle. They would never leave her alone and the person would just get in the way, despite whatever their intentions were. In the end, it was just more efficient to avoid others entirely, because people were too quick to try and make friends. They became like gum on the bottom of your shoe at any hint of kindness or interest, and she was NOT interested, at least not at the moment. When is this going to start?

I'm sorry, but I've got a lot to do, and I don't have time to waste... She didn't tell anyone, because she hated pity parties, and the girls who craved the attention that they brought with them. If people wanted to believe she was a 'bitchy know-it-all', then so be it. They didn't need to know anything other than that.

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Attention, School Hall, announcements, and running,. Besides the simpler words, those were all that the Farelli boy picked up. If not for the fact that Johnny identified the speaker as a teacher with a megaphone, he would not quite have figured out what the amplified speech was supposed to mean. The subsequent movement of students also helped clue the foreigner into what was happening.

He slapped the book shut and slung his messenger bag over his shoulder. He kept his book out in case he needed it for what was to come. Until he got a translator, the book was his best option for understanding other students remotely. Johnny stood to his full height, easily towering over all save for the only other tall student. Despite being closest to the door, he was the third one to enter.

As he crossed the threshold, he bumped his head on the top door frame. “Sonuva…“ he hissed in a deep baritone, as clean and clear as an untouched glacier-fed freshwater spring, as he clutched at the struck area. The sharp pain subsided almost as quickly as it had arrived; his incredibly fit body already got to work to recovering the light bruising. Thankfully, the light injury was hidden by his thick, brown hair. As he massaged the struck area on his head, Johnny ducked slightly and cleared the door proper. He continued to follow the two students in front to the School Hall.

The interior was relatively cramped. It reminded Johnny of the smaller Jr. High school, and only made him long for the larger hallways of the many American high schools he visited before. He wasn’t terribly worried about his claustrophobia. He lasted through Elementary and Jr. High, he can handle this.

The floor was freshly waxed and polished, as befitting a brand-new school year. The budget seemed to be well-placed for a school such as this. Johnny could almost see his reflection in the tiles… almost… The foreigner continued scanning the corridors he and the two students in front of him travelled through. He got a good look at the many lockers, the windows revealing the courtyard he and the other students were leaving.

A tiny girl with violet hair (Yuuki) passed by Johnny, seemingly hell-bent to be among the first students in the hall. He recognized the girl as the one who was chewing out the “Coldplay Kid”. Seeing the dedication and speed put into the girl’s power-walk to get ahead of the crowd, Johnny felt a little inspired… Or, he thought, maybe it was just social awkwardness… Come to think of it, the foreigner couldn’t really tell which it was. He did like the idea of dedication, however; it helped with the whole “give me a challenge” angle he wanted this school to pose.

Johnny ducked his head slightly as he entered the school hall- a gymnasium with chairs set up in two large groups, cut down the middle with a single aisle. The platoon of chairs stood at-attention for a podium on a raised stage. Above the stage was a rolled-up net, which would typically be lowered to prevent the balls of many sports from getting knocked onto the stage, leaving students to rush up and recover the balls. Close to the rafters, amongst the rows of fluorescent lights, were a set of folded-up basketball backboards with hoops lined with fresh, white-as-teeth netting.

Being mindful of the shorter students, Johnny opted to take one of the black seats closer to the back, by a wall. The small number of rows meant he got a seat one behind and to the right from the violet-haired girl. In that seat, Johnny had no worries about blocking the view of others with his lean, yet imposing upper body. The chairs had padding, and were quite comfortable. Yet another display of the school’s impressive budget.

Though Johnny was incredibly excited about what was to come, he hid it well under his rubbing the doorframe injury. He was not entirely sure how 'excitement' was taken in Japanese culture… For that matter, he did not know what a deadpan, neutral demeanour meant either. He grimaced at the annoying sting and also the inevitable confusion that he knew would only just begin.

His parents mentioned a dedicated translator, would the translator be present to this important assembly? Until he had an answer, Johnny once more opened his little book and continued reading.



+1 Popularity to Yuuki.

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She didn't even think of how wrong this would look if someone decided to look in their direction, but that's just because she was on the formal side of medicine. Both of her parents were doctors and she often forgot that drugs were often taken recreationally.

"Ah, look.."

She wasn't sure what he was getting at, but she kept quiet as he searched for words. Was it because she had medicine on hand? Immediately she felt bad for just pulling out medication from her pocket, "M-my parents are doctors. Gomenasai! I wasn't trying to.." Her eyes were slightly wide from worrying about his reaction, wondering if he'd tell anyone that she'd tried to offer him medicine. That wouldn't get back to the teachers in tact and she would be rumored as some sort of drug dealer and that would hurt her father's reputation. She didn't even think about it, and she began mentally beating herself up about it almost immediately after the realization hit her..

"I don't mean to be a jerk but... no need."

"Suit yourself then." She replied in a nonchalant tone, as if she'd never cared in the first place. There was no way for her to know the reasoning behind his denial, so she more or less stubbed up in response. She was trying to be nice and was shot down, so she definitely didn't feel too confident at the moment. Perhaps another student told him about her and he figured it was an attempt to poison him? She wasn't exactly popular among her peers, especially since she had a tendency of being rude whenever she got nervous or felt she was being criticized or rejected. She couldn't mentally handle someone else rejecting or abandoning her.. So she developed a rough around the edges outer shell that made others think she didn't care about their opinion, so she couldn't get close to anyone. Seeing as that only made her lonelier, Shiori has spent her high school career attempting to correct her behavior, but has had no success this far. This was her last year, and she was determined to kick her habit of being rude, but here she was, doing the same old thing a whenever she got in a situation she didn't know how to properly process.

"Riiiight... thanks for the heads up."

"No problem." Shiori replied in a slightly arrogant tone of voice, not making eye contact with Rhys, she was also no longer staring at the ground, instead Shiori was staring directly ahead of them at one of the numerous cherry blossom trees in the vicinity. She was feeling a bit guilty as far as her closed off behavior was concerned. She knew it was rude to act the way she was right now, but it was the only way she knew how to handle her assistance being tossed aside without fleeing from the scene like a madwoman. She didn't want to come across as psychotic or hysterical.. Cold was a much better option, but she really wished she could be cute, like the bubbly and innocent girls she saw in romance movies and anime. She envied girls that could be so effortlessly adorable, because acting the way that they did, Shiori was certain that she could never do it, she'd die of embarrassment before that ever came to pass. She didn't feel she would ever reach that level of socialization and confidence. She severely lacked both, and doubted she would be progressing in either at a well enough pace.. I suck.. I can't even talk to a junior without making an ass out of myself... Shiori thought to herself in a downhearted manner. She didn't know how to mend her behavior, because she never properly made friends before.. Even Kazuhiko, she didn't fully consider him a friend, but he was the closest thing she had to one.

"Thanks but.. are you alright? Uh.. are you alright, Kitogawa-san?"

Shiori quickly brushed her depressed thoughts aside, seeing as this boy caught on that all was not well. She wasn't sure what he was referring to, but she immediately became nervous. She couldn't just come out and admit that she had problems speaking with others and had a bad habit of either insulting or being mean to other people if her feelings were hurt. That was too personal, she'd never told anyone that, ever. She definitely couldn't admit that to a stranger, and the same went for why she didn't want to be touched by Kazuki, or anyone else for that matter. That would involve speaking of her mother, and she couldn't do that. She was certain that her mother's actions qualified as child abuse and she couldn't bring that kind of heat into her home. She couldn't tell anyone, so she was stuck here in this endless cycle of self loathing, rude behavior, and written apologies.

“ATTENTION, ATTENTION, ALL SENIORS AND JUNIORS PLEASE HEAD OVER TO THE SCHOOL HALL FOR ANNOUNCEMENTS. SENIORS, PLEASE HELP GUIDE THE JUNIORS SHOULD THEY GET LOST. WE’RE RUNNING BEHIND ON SCHEDULE SO STAY SHARP.”[b]

She wasn't sure what was up with the announcement, but she didn't really care. She'd go on towards the indicated spot without hesitation. That's how she'd spent every other year at this school, invisible. She went through the motions of her day so well. The only exceptions were when others chose to talk to her, and as usual she would always end up running them off before the week was through. The longest record was five days of someone attempting to form a bond of friendship with Shiori, needless to say, the boy gave up.

[b]"Well, I guess we should get the show on the road as they say..."


"Of course. We don't want to get the seats with gum on them." She replied in a detached and somewhat formal manner, and she also hesitated to answer his question that was interrupted, but shook her head after she'd given the question some thought. She had to answer, or he'd probably only ask her again. She let out a quiet breath to secretly compose herself before she chose to vocally respond, "I'm fine by the way, why did you ask?" She responded in a sound tone of voice, no breaks in her tone indicating that she was upset; and it definitely didn't crack as she spoke. Though her eyes always seemed to tell another story. Her eyes were sad and lonely, as always, but that could easily be chalked up to simply be due to the fact that they were a dark and depressing shade of purple. Most of the time other people assumed it was due to her dark hair and eye color. Though she turned her gaze to her clothes just in case. She didn't want pity. She wanted to make friends, but she didn't want to accomplish that through a pity party. That would be pathetic and she'd never forgive herself for choosing the easy route. She stood and dusted off her skirt and the back of her uniform blazer, waiting to see what he would do from here on. She didn't want to be the first to walk away, especially since she'd made a lot of rude comments to him already..

"Let's go, yeah?"

Though she was pleasantly surprised when he spoke up. He wanted to walk with her? She blushed a bit, though she kept it hidden from him by turning towards the building, "Alright, don't slow me down though. It's this way, we just have to follow the crowd that's forming." She stated running to catch up so that they'd be walking at the same pace in the same area, but kept a comfortable distance between not only herself and Rhys, but also between herself and everyone else around them. She didn't even scan the crowd for anyone she knew, but that's because she really didn't know anyone here, aside from her classmates names. There was no one in her grade that she knew on a personal level, not one. Though that's because her only real friend was a boy she chose to write to for half of her life. If he were here, she doubted she'd be able to treat hm the same as she did when she wrote letters to him. Letters were easier than face to face interaction. She didn't have to deal with the confrontation immediately. She always could wait to respond if a letter upset her. People were far crueler and impatient in person. She sat down next to a cute purple haired female student who seemed to be patiently and quietly waiting for the program to start (Yuuki) and in front of a brunette male student (Johnny) who was sitting next to a gorgeous female blonde. The two behind her were in conversation, and the purple haired girl seemed to be actively avoiding one, at least to a certain degree. She understood that very well, but she couldn't help but look over her shoulder to see if Rhys chose to sit with her or slipped away in the crowd. She couldn't say she blamed him if he chose to give her the slip..





+1 Popularity (Arietta and Yuuki)




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Bishop was in the middle of a giant heard of students funneling into the large school hall. He didn't really notice a specific face or person go by him amongst the crowd too caught up in reading the signs over each classroom door. <Ahuh.. So this is the building that the staff mainly works out of.> He sighed trying to get a feel for his new school. It was definitely different that any school he had been to in America or on a military base. From the uniforms to the layouts, he would have to see how things were when it came to assignments as well. But that was for later. The blonde shook his head reminding himself not to think too far ahead, that how you get discouraged. He took a breath and finally broke through the threshold of the school hall finding that since he walked so slow in order to not get lost, that many students had beaten him to get a seat.

"Aahh.... Ummm." He contemplated where to sit slowly walking down the left isle to find a seat. He first noticed a tall brown haired kid, sitting next to that blonde he saw earlier (Johnny & Arietta). But he didn't make a move to sit next to them, honestly not seeing the open seat. He moved further down the aisle beginning to think ins a vicious circle. <If I don’t sit now, more seats will be taken up. If the seats are taken up I’ll look weird. But what if I sit next to someone weird or mean? So I have to find a good seat! But if I don’t sit now-> On and on it went as he walked down the aisle until he reached the end and looked to the side and saw the purple haired girl from before (Yuuki) who yelled at him. He froze for a moment with wide eyes; if she looked to make eye contact he would turn awkwardly away and shuffle off <Like hell I’ll sit with her!> He didn't even take the time to notice the two other students sitting next to her (Shiori & Rhys). The American was having a bit of a hard time trying to assimilate in Japanese school, being spooked by a purple haired girl.

Bishop walked back up the aisle noticing some of the looks he was getting and decided to just take a seat anywhere. He opted for the right sight of the hall where there was a large gap between the row of seat in front of him, leaving the students sitting there with leg room. He removed his back pack and set it in his lap, looking around. To his surprise Bishop’s phone would ring, and he brought it up seeing it was a text from his dad; ’Hey son! Have a great first day at school. Always remember that me and your mother are proud of you and we love you very much.’ Bishop smiled at the message and replied back thanking his dad, but was interrupted by another male student. ’Hey, do you mind if we sit here? We’re trying to stay together.’ Bishop looked up seeing several junior class students looking down at him, their gazes curious seeing his foreignness. Bishop looked to his side seeing that the seats beside him were filling up and they didn’t have enough room for them all unless he moved. ”Ah… Sure-” ”Thanks!” Bishop spoke hesitantly wanting to be nice, but as soon as he began to speak they took his offer for an inch and made it a mile.

Slowly he stood up, once again seatless and sighed looking around clutching his backpack in his hand. It wasn’t like the others, some girls had cute charms or anime chibi characters on there’s. The same was for male students, though their bags were typically more conservative. Bishop’s backpack was an olive green, a military bag actually. He took off the American demarcations and insignias not wanting to stand out too much. However on his backpack were several pin buttons he acquired through his travels. He had 13 in all. Some were cities he’d visited or lived in, a few were companies that made products that he used for hobbies and some were music bands. All however were western, which was enough of a giveaway if one were to pay attention. Bishop now stood in near the center of the hall, looking back and forth to find an open seat. He’d take anything now…. Except if it was in front of next to that girl who scolded him (Yuuki). He spotted a seat to the rear of the hall and didn’t think twice about it. Bishop hurriedly went to take that seat just noticing a tiny girl sitting next to that seat (Mai). He looked down towards her automatically assuming she was a freshmen like him. He looked up seeing a silver haired, yet effeminate looking boy (Akira) sitting next to a super tall guy (Ryou). He gave the briefest of glances to them and went back to his phone to look over his text, and then hit ‘send’.

Bishop sighed and put his phone on silent, not expecting a text back and put his phone away. He fidgeted in his seat placing his unique backpack in his lap, only to look down to fuss with a few of the buttons lost in thought. Bishop was rather oblivious to what had happened before, keeping his head low with a troubled expression. From this point on, he figured that keeping a low profile on the first day wasn’t such a bad idea. He didn’t even think that suddenly sitting next to these people and not introducing would be rude, he was very use to the somewhat anti-social American culture. Bishop raised his head causing his blonde hair to sway gently, looking up only to see a few girls staring at him. He blinked and looked back not sure of what to do. He looked down at his uniform to see if it was something on him, then touched his face thinking maybe there was dirt or worse- a booger! When he found nothing, the freshmen heard laughing and just went back to looking down. Whatever it was, he had missed it like always. <This first day is not going to plan... I wish I was swimming.> He just hoped that the announcements would start soon so he could move on.

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Yuuki nearly fell asleep waiting for the program to begin. The loud and rowdy boy (Kazuki) from earlier seemed to be giving a teacher a lot of trouble, from what she could see. He was up front and somewhat appeared to be arguing with the adult. Perhaps that was why the program hadn't begun? Either way, she was a bit tired of seeing that guy around here. He seemed to cause trouble for everyone he met, and she wasn't looking forward to having a run-in with him, she'd surely tell him off way worse than she had the blond guy that had carelessly interrupted her studying with his wretched excuse for music. Suddenly she noticed that the seats around her began to fill in. There was a very cute and feminine blonde girl (Arietta) that chose to sit not too far off in the row behind her, along with a brunet male who chose to sit down a little while before the blond. He was sitting a bit closer to Yuuki, but was in the same row as the blonde female.

“Hajimemashite,”

The boy (Johnny) seemed to be attempting to converse with the girl (Arietta) and the male definitely seemed to be struggling with the language. He was doing rather well, but as a native of the language, Yuuki noticed the slight errors in his pronounciation. He was trying, so she couldn't fault him on that. Not to mention he wasn't very loud. That was something she definitely could applaud. The conversation wasn't very annoying, or perhaps it was because the entire room was buzzing with noise, either way, this wasn't a place she could study. She didn't mind the noise when it was suited for the situation, and this was a situation where others were expected to at least greet one another..

“My name is Johnny Farelli. My Japanese is not that good. It's nice to meet you.”

Even Yuuki almost laughed as she overheard that. Was he reading from a Japanese 101 handbook? She didn't turn around to look, or she probably would have laughed noticing the conversion book he held. She only caught glimpses of the two out of the corner of her eye. He was definitely foreign judging by his name, but was he American or Italian? She wasn't sure, but it was definitely food for thought.

Suddenly Yuuki froze. She got her own seat mate. She looked over and noticed a very 'classic' Japanese beauty (Shiori), well, aside from the girl's stunning gemstone eyes. Yuuki had never seen eyes that color, but she was fairly certain that not many were accustomed to purple hair. It was Yuuki's natural color, which even she found to be a bit odd, but she couldn't argue with the fact.

The girl didn't seem very social, but Yuuki decided to at least say hello and introduce herself if they were going to sit together, "Ohayo.. I am Fujioka, Yuuki." Her tone was formal, very serious and didn't seem to be very energetic like the blonde girl (Arietta) in the row behind them. The dark haired girl (Shiori) seemed to be waiting on someone to join them, because her head was turned away. Yuuki sighed a bit at this and adjusted her glasses. Perhaps she just wasn't suited for this kind of thing? It might have been a sign that she shouldn't try with others.. even when the timing permitted it. The two seats in front of her remained empty still, and Yuuki wondered when the program would begin. Perhaps the girl sitting beside her wouldn't notice her failed attempt to make idle chitchat? She noticed that blond guy from earlier and rolled her eyes as he fled the scene. Running away because he got scolded once? Wow. Pathetic.

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Rhys wasn’t looking forward to school. School meant more early mornings ahead of him. He grasped that he was fortunate to be going to Airdalen Academy at all, but the whole process was over his head. He only hit this realisation after the announcement had concluded for a while. How was he going to keep his grades up to the average? He wasn’t going to believe that the school would keep him for sports only. His grades had to be at minimum, passing. He couldn’t risk a flunk. Ahhh fuck, I forgot to worry about that. I guess I could hire a tutor or something.. His hand tugged at his tie, not used to the getup. It was almost suffocating. Another thing he really didn’t like about going to school, uniforms.

"Of course. We don't want to get the seats with gum on them."
Rhys turned to Shiori with a concerned fleeting look. When they started chatting, Shiori passed off as shy but trying until now… now she seemed far from trying and more like fed up, done. Was she fed up and done with him? Well fuck it, I tried. He was confident that he hadn’t done or said anything questionable to bring up the mood change. He was being as nice as nice could get with someone he had just met. ”…yeah.”

"I'm fine by the way, why did you ask?"
Rhys went silent for a moment, collecting his thoughts as his eyes slowly moved to avoid hers. He was unsurprisingly a man of few words unless he was swearing rowdily. He hadn’t sworn yet in front of her, because he was holding it back. ”It’s not right to swear in front of a lady…” His mother taught him that much in spite of her upbringing. ”Cause… just cause.” He ended up saying before his brown eyes stared back at her. He decided to leave it at that, not trying to be nosey in business that wasn’t his. He patiently waited as his new acquaintance stood up and turned her attention elsewhere for a bit. Rhys wasn’t particularly in a hurry, but he wanted to be on time and do whatever needed to be done at this school. A part of him hoped Shiori wasn’t going to decline such a small thing as a meagre walk to the hall. That would wound his pride.

"Alright, don't slow me down though. It's this way, we just have to follow the crowd that's forming."
”You’re the boss.” he responded in his usual tone of voice as they walked together, joining the large crowd of students headed in the same direction for the school hall. A few people brushed past him but Rhys didn’t think much of it. He couldn’t feel any pain from it had they pushed hard. He simply had no reaction.
He looked over Shiori once to check that he hadn’t lost her before directing his attention to the front of the hall. It was much fancier than any school he had ever gone to. Well tickle me impressed… they have a nice budget. Scratching the back of his neck, he glanced side to side as the rows of seats filled up more and more by the second. He let out a small sigh, Time for school… before claiming the seat next to Shiori with his hands at his knees. Impulsively, his attention turned at the voice of another girl (Yuuki) wearing glasses in their row beside Shiori as she introduced herself. He watched her subtly as she rolled her eyes, before returning his attention to the front as he wasn’t the one being talked to. I haven’t seen a single ugly girl since I got here... she’s a looker too.




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"Ohayo.. I am Fujioka, Yuuki."

Shiori heard a female voice introduce herself, and she turned her head to find the source. It was none other than the girl with the odd hair color, and apparently her name was Yuuki. Snow? That was unusual. Perhaps because she was pale? Or was she born in the winter? Perhaps it's because she is so pretty? Although the ebony haired girl couldn't help but ponder on the other girl's given name, she was once again torn from her own thoughts when Yuuki rolled her eyes at someone behind Shiori. It was then that Shiori noticed that Rhys seemed to visually acknowledge the other girl, but he didn't introduce himself. Kind of like he'd done when she first met him. She also noticed the girl's eyes were rolling at someone else other than Rhys and herself, and she managed to turn her head in Rhys direction just in time noticed a blond male student scurrying off. (Bishop) She wasn't sure what went on between them, but so far the purple haired female hadn't done anything to her or Rhys that was grounds for treating her like the plague. Shiori kind of understood that, a lot of people treated her like the plague too, but that was because she often ran them off with harsh words whenever she got too embarrassed or nervous. Though before she could offer her own name to Yuuki, the program finally began. Shiori turned her eyes to the front and had a look of disbelief on her face. The principal dresses like a hobo.. seriously?

“For seniors, I encourage you to make the most of your final year before the college entrance exams and before leaving Airdalen in general. The time you spend partying compared to the time you spend studying makes all the difference to what career options are available to you in the future. Not one to brag, Airdalen’s reputation and connections that I have spent years building up to has led to this moment, your final year. I have done my part but it is up to you to seize this opportunity as a student here under this high school’s name, to put in the extra mile that will determine the rest of your life from this point onward.“

Shiori kind of let her mind go blank as the pricipal began speaking to the junior students. She was thinking a lot on what he'd said. Make the most of this year? He was referring to studying and excelling in class, which she'd done rather well in so far, but she wanted to make friends. She hadn't made a single once since attending this school, and it was definitely becoming quite lonely watching others have fun. Sure, it would be hard, but her goal was a lot different than what the principal was trying to get across to the older students. She let out a soft sigh, seeing as what most students found difficult came easy to her, but what came easy to her classmates was truly terrifying to Shiori. Just the small conversations she held with Rhys were enough to make her stomach churn in anxiety.

“Oh, that’s my cue to leave then… In short, everyone, I do wish you all wholeheartedly the very best with your studies. Keep in mind I do not mean to alert you, just prepare you for the future as I am confident the Airdalen staff members are trying to do for you as well so please respect them too in my absence. Enjoy your first day back!”

Enjoy our first day back..? Easier said than done for some of us.. Shiori thought to herself, keeping her eyes low. She kept quiet, not even looking to her seatmates as she began retreating into her own mind. She often did this, seeing as she typically had no one else to talk to about her problems and anxieties. Besides, even if she could talk openly to those around her, she wouldn't, because interrupting the program would not have been a good idea. She didn't want detention this early into the year.

“I will now be handing out folders to the seniors with your activities inside. Juniors please remain seated and await your assigned senior. Compared to previous years, we will also be assigning team names due to the feedback we received from our graduated seniors. You are free to discuss your team name with your partner and change it to another animal provided it isn’t taken already. We will be proceeding with activities once everything has settled, thank you.”

Ms. Araya announced. Shiori waited for a few others to stand before she did so herself, looking to Rhys, seeing as she had to pass by him to exit the row, "Excuse me." she stated before slipping past him. She managed to do it without brushing against him, likely due to her thin frame. She made her way to the front, retrieving her folder. There was a picture of Rhys clipped to it, and Shiori immediately tilted her head. What were the chances that the only junior that she'd met so far would wind up being her partner? She shook her head, quietly returning to her seat. This was just too strange. Immediately she showed Rhys the front of the folder as verification, "We're going to see a lot of each other I suppose." She responded. Then turned her head to look at the violet haired girl. They were interrupted by the program beginning, and she never was able to give the girl her name in return, "I'm Kitogawa, Shiori.. As you can see I am a Senior." She replied in a formal fashion to her. Though something interesting caught her eye. On the outside in black ink, more than likely marker considering how wide the letters were, was the word 'Panthers'.

"Panthers...?" She asked herself aloud, completely baffled. It took the ebony haired student a moment to remember, but after a second a look of recognition swept over her face, "Oh.. team names. Right." She added. There was also discussing the team name with Rhys, that was something that Ms. Araya mentioned as well. Immediately Shiori turned to Rhys with a questioning look on her face. She was completely fine with whatever their team name was, as long as it wasn't anything like 'fluffy kittens', but she wanted to make sure that he was comfortable with their animal name, "Is Panther's all right with you? I'm fine with almost whatever." She stated, still speaking formally, but now that their conversation was no longer on a personal level, she was a lot more confident and made eye contact far more easily than before. There was a reason to speak to Rhys other than personal interest, and that took a lot of the pressure off. Whether he liked her or not, they had to cooperate with each other, and that made her feel a bit more relaxed. Now he had an academic obligation to be civil, but she wasn't entirely aware that most boys held little regard for school rules, much like Kazuki, but how could she know? Shiori didn't spend a lot of time socializing with boys, or anyone her age for that matter.



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Character Portrait: Rhys Browning Character Portrait: Gen Fukui Character Portrait: Shiori Kitogawa Character Portrait: Aeon Shirokami Character Portrait: Vika Saitou Character Portrait: Yuuki Fujioka Character Portrait: Cassiopeia Argyris Character Portrait: Kazuki Miyamoto
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"This is but another responsibility thrust onto me. As such, I have no choice but to acknowledge it and as always, I will ensure it to be without failure."


It had become a routine between them and Fukui. She would always state that using her first name would be fine, however, he was not the kind to do that just because he was told so. His usage of first names had great bearing for him. It is used by him towards the people whom he had recognized to have significance to him in a certain sense. Furthermore, it is only done towards a very limited amount of individuals which one would be Cassiopeia. As such, the students and even staff at the the academy could not help but assume the pink-haired girl is special to him. The notion is not incorrect, but there are certain factors that should be considered and he would not explain that to anyone.

That is why he simply did not respond and chose to left it at that. For now, he followed the three inside the hall. The seniors who noticed his presence greeted him as a show of respect. He answered them due to his polite tendencies, but then he did not stop as small talks which he could sense targeted towards him were not very appealing to him. In any case, he had other matters to attend such as where to sit. Apparently, there are sporadic empty chairs scattered about. Knowing Cassiopeia, the girl would like for the four of them to be together. The only chairs available for that purpose would be the ones at front. However, that parasite is there. He watched the girls who did not even bat an eyelash in taking the said front seats.

Aeon, without much of a choice, joined the three girls. He occupied the chair at the aisle and remained pristine as he had always been. And soon enough, the program began. The Principal made a surprising appearance especially when the man seemed to be favoring anonymity to his own students. As for him, he had met the Principal due to his circumstances. It was imperative and such. Furthermore, there was also the favor bestowed to him. The reason he could be seen intervening in Miyamoto's activities. No matter, he put such irritating thoughts aside for now. He watched and listened to the Principal's speech and when it was done. A well-timed clap was delivered by him as this should be proper decorum. Others also followed his example and when the applause ended, Araya-sensei had taken the podium.

The female teacher announced that there will be teams consisted of the Seniors and the Freshmen more known as the Juniors. He had heard of this activity before and now, he was going to be a part of it. Cassiopeia was clearly excited about it and that was positive thing to see. At least, someone was purely enjoying this. In any case, the Senior students were to collect the folders in her possession which held the basic information of their assigned Junior. He obliged as the other Seniors did as well. A polite exchange occurred between him and Araya-sensei before the folder was given to him. He found the attached ID of his Junior with the name of Fujioka, Yuuki, a female freshman.

With excitement, Cassiopeia showed the picture of her Junior. She was saying that it was a she and her Junior is very pretty. He would admit the person on the picture was very feminine and would fall into that category. However, he read at the gender section that the she is actually a he. He was about to say something about it when Clio had went ahead on it. It was clearly obvious that Cassiopeia was not the kind to dwell on mistakes or misapprehensions. She was already looking forward meeting her Junior as she went on her way but not before bidding them goodbye.

As for him, he looked back at the picture of his Junior. He should begin looking for her as well. His eyes landed on Saitou and Fukui while he completely ignored Miyamoto in the entire process, despite the obvious flirtations going on. It does not concern him at all. "Fukui-san, Saitou-san, I will be going on ahead as well. Excuse me." Delivered in his ever calm and impeccable mannerisms, he left them as he began his search. Some of the seniors both male and females approached him and offered their greetings. Others even tried to engage him in more talk, especially of the girls who was clearly speaking to him with subtle flushed faces. However, he politely dismissed himself and stated he has the need to locate his Junior. This is true of course.

Continuing on, Aeon soon found his Junior among the throng of students. He also took noticed one of the female Seniors that would ask for his assistance in linguistics. He approached them and announced his presence in a manner with such eloquence and a presentation that avail him of his current prestige around the school despite him not doing anything special in his understanding.
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"Excuse me. Good morning, Kitogawa-san." Aeon could see that Kitogawa was conversing with a male, someone new in his understanding probably her Junior. "To you as well." He implicated the younger male (Rhys) since it is the polite thing to do. Afterwards, he changed his attention towards his main purpose coming over here. "Good morning. Are you Fujioka Yuuki-san." When confirmation is given, he opened the folder taking note of the schedule and the map. "I am Belrose, Aeon. I shall be your Senior Partner. Here are your class schedule and the school map to make sure you will get acquainted with the academy's facilities." When it was taken from him, he continued on. "Our assigned team name is Bears." He had actually taken look at the contents of the folder and read the animal name assigned to them prior searching for his Junior. "I have no objections to it, however if it is not to your liking, do inform me. I will see what I can do."

He was of course asking for Fujioka's opinion. It is only the polite thing to do and from his standpoint, this girl would be his responsibility for the rest of the school year. Tedious really, however, he would not do his duties half-heartedly. He never did. "If you have other questions, do not hesitate to ask me. I will answer to the best I can." In that period, there was nothing out of place about Aeon. He was completely calm and collected, a vision. At the same time, the other students were also taking glances at the male Senior. They were also whispering to one another as to how lucky the freshman girl was in having Aeon, the School Idol, as her partner. Others were envious and mostly the girls since Fujioka would have opportunities to be close to Aeon in which they could not.

However, Aeon was simply doing what is asked of him. This was just another responsibility. Whether this was going to be a sound partnership, beneficial, or not. It would be left up to Aeon and Fujioka.



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The conversation with the anonymous girls quickly took a turn for confusion as Johnny rapidly lost track of what was being said. Fortunately, Ryou came across as a man of few words, so he could catch most of what his Senior said just fine. Even if he knew Ryou’s answers, the simplicity of the answers made the questions all the more a mystery to the foreigner. Despite the Japanese talk leaving him in the dust, Johnny could tell that Ryou was getting annoyed somewhat. “Johnny,” Ryou said as he closed his eyes, “Take charge.”

“You got it, man,” Johnny replied. Though confident, he was actually completely unsure of himself at this point. He only caught mentions of things like teachers and seniors. The questions about “certain subjects” went way over the foreigner’s head. “Oh, and you can call me Jay.” he added.

After a greeting, Johnny offered what answers he could give. Within the first sentence out of his mouth, the girls simply left. They seemed disappointed that they couldn’t talk with the more familiar hunk anymore. Did they not see Johnny for anything? If so, why? Would Johnny need to prove himself a fellow worth conversing with? Was it the uniform? Johnny’s lean musculature was pretty visible beneath the narrow sleeves. Was it anything?

Was there something wrong with Johnny, specifically? There couldn’t have been a problem. He socialized just fine in his old schools… This place must be more different than he imagined… or maybe his old school was intimidated by his physical prowess. Goddamn, there has to be a problem. Something that can be fixed. This isn’t normal; this... interaction... this… up and leaving… was just not normal.

Johnny's mind wandered until it settled on the idea that there were other students who were able to eavesdrop. There was that one girl one seat ahead, (Yuuki) who chewed-out that blonde boy from before. She seemed annoyed before, and seemed to want to avoid conversation entirely beyond that previous chew-out. What would she think of his pathetic attempts at fitting in? What would the others who understood him think?

Damnit, they are pathetic attempts, aren’t they…? Johnny put a hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples with his long, athletic fingers. I really suck at this. I hate sucking at things.

Johnny’s lips flattened as his face flushed. He never learned a Japanese equivalent of “Well, shit…” but he sorely wished he had the balls to ask his dad about curses. Still, talk about an utter insult, especially since he knew from experience that he was great with… girls… Oh… Johnny sighed in disappointment to mask his attempts to put the past behind him. Now wasn’t the time for the past; now was the present and the future. He already spent all summer thinking about the past, he wasn’t about to waste this year.

The foreigner sat back in his own chair. He wiped a hand over his face to push the red away. After a moment, he figured out a way to get his mind off what just happened. “Oh, I do have a question,” he suddenly said to Ryou in English. “I’m not that good with… ahm…” He pat a hand on his knee as his mind raced. “What was it… honourifics? I know there’s words you add to a name when you talk to someone, but I don’t know the specifics.”

There were words like “chan” or “kun” or “san” and what-have-you, that Johnny heard many times before, but never figured out how they all fit in an actual conversation. Hopefully this would keep his mind focused on the present… and also make him not embarrass himself in front of other people again.

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"Good morning. Are you Fujioka Yuuki-san."

Her attention that began to wander to the boy behind her (Johnny) and his senior (Ryou) and Shiori who seemed to be the reddish haired boy's (Rhys) senior. Then a voice broke through, speaking her name and her eyes darted to the source whom was a very tall and aesthetically pleasing male who appeared to be a Senior. "Hai. I am Fujioka, Yuuki." She nodded in a quiet and formal tone. Seeing as she was a living and breathing individual who was blessed with the gift of sight, of course Yuuki realized that the blond male senior was of course extremely attractive, but luckily for him, such things barely phased her. It would take a lot more than being in the presence of an attractive boy to get her flustered, because well, she wasn't really psyching herself out. She didn't let her mind wander on whether he had a girlfriend or not, nor did she really care about such things. She had a mission, so the blond's (Aeon's) attractiveness was just a trivial detail to her.

"I am Belrose, Aeon. I shall be your Senior Partner. Here are your class schedule and the school map to make sure you will get acquainted with the academy's facilities."

"Arigatou gozaimasu. I will do my best. " She responded in a genuine tone, already looking over her schedule and the map. Though he continued to speak, so her golden eyes returned to Aeon. The name was a bit difficult for her to pronounce, but she kept repeating it in her mind until she got used to it. She didn't want to make a fool of herself, that wouldn't do her any service.

"Our assigned team name is Bears."

Bears? Yuuki blinked for a few moments as she thought about their given name. It kind of suited him, considering his height, but she was small and petite, so she couldn't help but feel it was a bit ill suited. Although, she was told her wrath could be ferocious at times.. Either way, she wasn't too concerned with something as insignificant as a team name.

"I have no objections to it, however if it is not to your liking, do inform me. I will see what I can do."

Yuuki shook her head quietly, "It doesn't matter. It's just a name after all." She responded in an even tone. If her calm demeanor wasn't creepy enough, Yuuki's face had kept a relatively blank expression for a fair majority of the duration of their conversation. Every now and then curiosity or gratitude lightly painted itself over her face, but little else. There were rumors at her middle school that she wasn't even human. A lot of her past classmates whispered about their theories. The one that stuck in her mind was the one that claimed Yuuki was an artificial intelligence robot that Japanese government was testing out in a human environment. The rumors hurt, but she didn't have time to let them bother her, so sometimes she'd play along with them, only making them worse in the end.

"Paging someone named Kon Mai! Kon Mai! Report to this very awesome Miyamoto Kazuki who is speaking. My time is worth millions so hustle it junior! Thanks!"

"If you have other questions, do not hesitate to ask me. I will answer to the best I can."

"I didn't... but now I have just one. How did that imbecile like him end up as a student in this school?" She asked in an irritated tone, eyes rolling a bit as she discreetly directed him to look in Kazuki's direction. She noticed the girls glaring at her out of the corner of her eye, but she said nothing about it. She wouldn't be immature and stick her tongue out at them or anything, mostly because she didn't want to stoop to their pathetic level. Why swoon over a guy who didn't seem to care about their existence? How dimwitted could these girls get? They spent too much time watching T.V. They definitely were deluded, and she only felt sorry for them to be honest.

"Just to be thorough.." Yuuki began in a businesslike tone as she stood to face Aeon directly, although it didn't seem to put much of a dent in their height difference. She straightened out her skirt and adjusted her glasses before continuing with what she had to say to him. She felt it would be necessary, but also felt it would just do well to let him know what to expect from her, but also what she expected from this arrangement, "I see that you will be an invaluable and very resourceful asset to this team." she complimented Aeon, although her tone nor expressions did not change from her formal persona, not even once as she spoke this time. Her golden eyes were determined, but they were also still calm and collected as usual. Her eyes landed on the little fan club again, and she closed her eyes for a second to gather her thoughts before speaking. She didn't want to lose her cool, and she wanted to speak precisely as she meant the words to come out. She wanted to leave no margin for misunderstandings, "I'm not going to be one of those girls." She referred, nudging her head absentmindedly in their direction, because she didn't care if they disliked her or not. She wasn't here to be popular, she was here to get the best education that her grades and test scores could earn. She wasn't rich after all, she was here entirely on her own skill that she spent almost her whole life cultivating with hard work and sacrifices. She paused long enough to let him get a word in, seeing as she hated it when others rambled on without letting her speak.

"I look forward to having a successful partnership and I will not hesitate to let those girls know that their presence is a nuisance and furthermore a distraction if they prove to stand in the way of our team's progress." She thought it was best to go ahead and put that out there. She hated failing, and losing because of them would be unacceptable. She intended to give one hundred percent. Though she realized that if this was going to be an athletic event, she would only hold her Senior back. She knew she had to speak up on her athletic inability, even if it was embarrassing.

"I do not like to lose, but if this is for athletic purposes, I highly doubt that I will be of much use to this team. Gomenasai." She informed him, bowing apologetically. It didn't hurt to apologize in advance, especially since Gym was her weakest mark. She knew she needed to improve it to keep her grades steady at this school, but she wasn't really sure how to go about that. Perhaps a club? Though what sports club could she join that wouldn't be too loud or obnoxious? She'd have to ask Aeon later.. but for now she felt she'd spoke enough, perhaps even a bit excessively.

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"As I have always said, business will always be business. Never be mistaken that there could be more to this."


A very loud and deafening sound of the sirens echoed throughout the hall. Whether he was annoyed or found it to be discomforting, Aeon did not show any signs of it outwardly. In truth, he was not even confused as to who was the proponent of the noise for his assumption was confirmed by the next sound that reverberated. It was none other than the so-called Hellion of Airdalen Academy. The man had managed to secure the megaphone and used it as a means to call out the assigned junior. In a certain degree, he does felt pity towards the freshman paired with Miyamoto. However, it is a concern that is not his at the moment.

At the present, his attention is duly reserved to his own junior, Fujioka. The female appears to be reasonable, proper, and indifferent. This was very preferable in more ways than one. As for the topic about the team name, there would be no changes apparently. He has no findings about that in any case. In regards to questions, Fujioka raised a very sensible one. It was regards to Miyamoto's attendance to this academy. The girl explicitly implied that Miyamoto is an imbecile. It seems that his Junior has a tacit tongue which he prefers than lies and overly pleasantries. Despite his desire to ignore the parasite, he would have to speak about the man. "Miyamoto-san is a rich individual able to avail the fees of this academy. His behavior is very questionable at best, however it is ensured he does not break the rules of this institution. This is strictly implemented by Hayashi-sensei and if needed by me as requested by the Principal." There was a small pause at that while his voice remained with its casual elegance. Not a tone raised, or an implication of personal emotions implied in any of it.

The next words that Aeon would say might appear to be unbelievable, however it is the truth. "In regards to his aptitude, his actions does not speak volumes, however, he did pass the entrance exam with flying colors along with his requirements on academic work. He does not have a failing mark ever since his enrollment." Even him, he was skeptical to this firsthand. Then, proof and even his personal observations also lead to this inevitable conclusion. Miyamoto is a talented individual. The man simply chooses not to exercise them in its full potential. In any case, he was done with answering Fujioka's query about Miyamoto. However, he never did once glance towards the problematic Senior. Instead, his attention was taken briefly by the presence of another one, Giou Ryou.

This particular individual also shared a certain degree of benefits when they are near each other. It would appear that his presence would allow the fluttering crowd of girls after Giou be more tolerable and at a distance. In his case, Giou's appearance is a powerful influence when it comes to Miyamoto. The latter seemed to have an idea that Giou is his stern rival of sorts. As such, Miyamoto would forget everything else when Giou is around. Nevertheless, they rarely ever talk. They just rudimentary understand each other without much talk and like so, he did not do anything to acknowledge Giou nor did the other Senior as well. Though, he focused his attention to Fujioka when she spoke again even standing to him. She stated that he would be a valuable asset to the team, but would not be like those girls.

There was no need for Aeon to look at where Fujioka directed nodded towards. He was well-aware of his so-called fan club. Many had dubbed it so which he finds utterly ridiculous. He was not doing anything to gain such a following. In his own understanding, he is simply doing what he wants and what is needed, nothing else. Positive affirmation is useless for him. Nevertheless, he does find that Fujioka's statement to be favorable to him. He would be able to avoid such senseless things for he was not to see this as a start of friendship or anything. It is as the girl's tone implicated, pure business. "Thank you for the kind words and your stand is appreciated Fujioka-san." That is one less girl to be worried about who desired to form a bond with him. "You are free to speak your mind to anyone that you find to be an interference. You would not need my permission in such matters. It is just that you should be reminded that your words are your own responsibility." In a way, Aeon is implying that she should watch her language when doing so, for when it causes trouble. He would not be the one to clean up her mess.

It seemed Fujioka hates to lose. That would be a useful tool in certain situations. After all, Aeon operates in that principle as well. He hates to fail and be said that he could have done better. Although, she had informed him about her weakness for athletics. Everyone has a weakness of sorts. It does take courage to admit one whatever circumstances are. He gave a short nod at that. "I understand. I will do my part enough in such activities to compensate for yours. However, there is always room for improvement. Weaknesses are never permanent. It is but an obstacle to be removed." He had always had a peculiar way of encouraging others. His tone does not denote that but his words rang true. After stating that, he remembered the other materials inside the folder. This implied that there will be an activity. Perhaps, the teachers and staff were simply giving them enough time to get acquainted with one another before announcing it.
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"Speaking of which, Fujioka-san. There will be an activity to be held after a while. The folder contains such materials to indicate that. I would expect your cooperation and assistance then." Never once, Aeon faltered from his persona. His calm, polite, yet impeccable manners never dropped a notch. One would wonder why many would see Aeon as an idol or admire the man when he seems to be distant, but one could see also that he is dependable and his words always held flawless truth. a way of a reminder and an encouragement, not judgement.



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Johnny “Jay” Farelli


Johnny listened very intently. Few times had he ever been this focused outside of physical performance. His hopes and dreams for the future quite literally rested on moments such as this one. Communication is byfar the most important thing he could possibly learn while in this prestigious academy. Once Ryou… or Giou-senpai finished, Johnny leaned back in his chair. He then said, “So you would be Giou-senpai, and people would refer to me as… Farelli-kōhai, or Farelli-kun,” Johnny winced at how terrible and clunky his combination of words sounded. “Ugh, I’d rather they call me Jay-kōhai, or Jay-kun, or Jay-san,” The third one put a smile on his face; that helped wash away the earlier thoughts.

As Johnny’s mind worked to compartmentalize the information graciously brought to him via his senior, he thought back to the entrance exam. It was byfar the first time he actually tried in anything academic. Nothing like his average interest and average exam results of the past, where all he cared about was getting the passing grade so he could continue his practice. For the first time, he committed himself to his progress. That he managed to strike well above average when he just committed himself like he did with his physical activities was simply astounding, even to his parents. When he got his results and the subsequent acceptance letter, he even thought that the exam was just too easy. However, when he learned about how harsh the exam really was, it made him feel more proud than he ever thought possible. She’d be proud as wel-

The foreigner’s train of thought stopped. No time for the past. There is still work to do. It was at this point that he started really paying attention to his surroundings. The purple-haired girl had been approached by an especially handsome-looking fellow with long, blonde hair. The foreigner remembered seeing that particular gentleman surrounded by many a boy and girl out in the courtyard, and continued conversing with a large group as a whole. Johnny caught the name Belrose, Aeon, as well as many words. The man spoke very deliberately, which allowed Johnny to catch more words than usual.

Johnny liked that in a person… though he may be biased for obvious reasons. In his mind, he wondered if the surname was Aeon or Belrose. Johnny figured Belrose, as Aeon did not strike him as a proper surname, unlike a name like Swanson. Swanson was very obviously a surname.

The girl- Belrose-senpai’s junior, it seemed- also spoke deliberately and professionally. He already knew how much he liked the relative ease of understanding others. Thinking back to his first encounter… or rather, avoided encounter, Johnny still wondered what her musical taste was. It seemingly did not include Coldplay. Was she into more modern stuff, or the classics like him?

His train of thought was sent off the rails when the loud announcement caught Johnny’s attention. That boy who was tackled by security earlier. He caught something about handsomeness, and two sets of words that sounded like names. Johnny figured it was an especially eccentric senior trying to find their partnered junior.

“I take it that’s… Miyamoto-senpai?” Johnny asked Ryou- more in a deep, almost growl-like tone, as if his powerful, smooth jazzy voice was conditioned to a point where he was oddly unable to whisper, “And the two in front of us, Belrose-senpai and Fujioka-… uhm…” Johnny scratched his head. -san seemed almost too formal, and -chan seemed way too intimate. He barely knew the girl, for goodness sakes! Then again, he did just hear Belrose refer to her with -san, so he followed suit. “Fujioka-san?” Teachers, he thought, would be -san, -sama, or -sensei. He liked the sound of the word “sensei”, even if it did take up more syllables than the more efficient -san.

Or maybe -san would be the most efficient term to use for everyone. It’s so neutral, and it's only one syllable. Johnny was a man of great efficiency if nothing else. Not an ounce of needless fat on this boy’s lean bod. His lightness and athleticism would probably make him one of the fastest runners. He doesn’t know that for sure, of course. One visit to the track would prove who’s who, but the thought was present.

Speaking of running, Johnny’s desire to run began to latch on like a parasite. There were many people around, and they seemed to be grouping rather close. Johnny reached for his pocket and produced the ear buds. The music- he hoped- would help him deal with the thickening crowd. In Japanese, he managed to ask Giou-senpai, “Do we wait?”

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+1 Popularity to Aeon
+1 Popularity to Yuuki
+1 Popularity to Kazuki
-GM edited-

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"Miyamoto-san is a rich individual able to avail the fees of this academy. His behavior is very questionable at best, however it is ensured he does not break the rules of this institution. This is strictly implemented by Hayashi-sensei and if needed by me as requested by the Principal. In regards to his aptitude, his actions doesn't speak volumes, however, he did pass the entrance exam with flying colors along with his requirements on academic work. He does not have a failing mark ever since his enrollment."

Those words chilled her entire body as Aeon spoke, and her eyes shifted to where Miyamoto stood. Before she even realized what was going on, her whole body went numb. Here I am trying so hard.. This is just a cake walk for Miyamoto... Yuuki didn't respond to her emotions quickly enough to prevent her teeth from gritting behind her closed jaw. She was so lost in her own mind that she didn't even notice that she was lightly trembling due to a violent cocktail of jealousy and anger. She spent every ounce of her current existence training her mind, studying, and cramming information down her own throat.. and what did she have to show for it? It was people like Miyamoto that made her feel like her efforts would always prove to be in vain. She tried so hard to climb her way to the top, yet to people like him it was apparently as simple of a task as breathing. When she finally managed to collect herself, Yuuki realized that she had been quiet for quite some time, not even making eye contact with Aeon after he finished speaking. She unclenched her fists, flexing her fingers a few times as she spoke up, "I-I see..." She stuttered out in an awkward tone, eyes still directly staring at Miyamoto, even though she was speaking to Aeon.

"Thank you for the kind words and your stand is appreciated Fujioka-san."

"It's no issue, Belrose-Senpai." She responded, leaving it at that. She didn't like going through unnecessary pleasantries, and she would avoid it if at all possible. It was nothing against Aeon, but she honestly wished the event would begin, or that they could just begin classes.. She was tempted to find a quiet corner and crack open her cram school booklet she clung to as if it were a religious text.

"You are free to speak your mind to anyone that you find to be an interference. You would not need my permission in such matters. It is just that you should be reminded that your words are your own responsibility."

"I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm not looking to make any friends, so I assure you that I prefer to, and will handle any consequences that my words may bring on my own." Yuuki's tone was serious and solid. She didn't question her own resolve, not for a single moment. She knew she could handle it, she'd been through a lot of isolation and bullying, eventually they realized she refused to bend. Her eyes were set on a single goal, and so far, nothing else mattered. Although, part of her was still burning up inside. She was so angry that Miyamoto was able to keep good grades and enjoy life at the same time. She couldn't afford to slack off, the pressure on her shoulders.. It was too much to handle. She felt so helpless when her father fell ill, but now she felt like her family's future relied solely on her, and that was a lot to handle at sixteen. To be honest, she was hanging by a thread between stability and a mental overload, "I came to Airdalen to learn, my focus is a good college.. and no one will stand in my way when it comes to that."

"I understand. I will do my part enough in such activities to compensate for yours. However, there is always room for improvement. Weaknesses are never permanent. It is but an obstacle to be removed."

Suddenly, she kind of understood why he had such a large following. Although his tone was formal and he wasn't being flirtatious, his words of advice were actually rather motivational. Sure, she didn't see him like the other girls did, but suddenly, he was sort of a role model in her eyes. Judging by his vocabulary, she felt it was safe to say that he was studious. Also as she referred back to his comment about compensating for her lack of athleticism, she deduced that he was also athletic as well. Though just looking at him, it wouldn't have been hard to come to her second conclusion, although, Yuuki did her best to not judge a book by it's cover. Most assumed she was just a shy, cute little girl. She wasn't shy, so long as someone approached her with an academic conversation. Most of the time, Yuuki couldn't be further from being timid, "I'll look for a sports club that won't be too annoying.." She responded with a calm sigh. It would keep her busy if she was in a lot of clubs, besides, she did find herself with a lot of useless time at home. She could only study the same materials for so long.. A few extracurricular would do wonders for her college resume, especially if she added at least one athletic club. It wouldn't hurt her grades either if she began improving her gym scores.

"Speaking of which, Fujioka-San. There will be an activity to be held after a while. The folder contains such materials to indicate that. I would expect your cooperation and assistance then."

"Of course. I will do my best, Belrose-Senpai." Yuuki responded, her eyes finally shifting to Johnny, whose name she merely overheard a moment ago when he was talking to the blonde female (Arietta). Did he overhear her last name as well, or did she know him and simply forgot about him?

"Fujioka-… uhm… Fujioka-san?”

"Eh?" Yuuki's tone came out questioningly as she turned to face Johnny and his equally tall Senior (Ryou). This was the first time that she actually gave the brunet male a good once over, and he was much taller than she imagined. She had adjust the tilt of her head a bit higher to make eye contact than she initially did upon turning around, "Did you need something?" She asked quizzically. She didn't catch the rest of the conversation, but she was oblivious to his failed attempt of whispering. She assumed he merely was losing his voice.

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"Even someone like me, there are things that I do hold important. Thus, I would do my best to accommodate them."


There was no need for Aeon to be told by anyone that Fujioka is distracted. He could see it well enough as this is one of his trades. From his observation, this was a result most probably brought out by the information he had revealed about the one the girl had called as an imbecile. It was indeed a surprising fact, however, he could sense that it was not the main culprit. As he taken by her intention defined and spoken, she was an individual who deals with hard-work and seriousness. Traits that he is quite familiar with. This also meant that she takes pride in the results she receives for it is something she deserves and that connects with him. She was jealous and angry as Miyamoto is someone who does not need to overexert in anything unlike what she does.

That was a normal reaction from his standpoint. It would do her well to use it as an inspiration that would propel her to greater heights unlike the certain imbecile who cares for nothing. However, he will not voice out his words. It would appear that Fujioka would like it to be hidden and so, he would respect that. In any case, it would seem that she was interested in joining a sports club which would not be annoying. He was uncertain what would fit in that category for her. Yet, it seemed they might have same preferences if that was so, he could offer one. "I would make a suggestion. You might like to join the Archery Club. You could observe and decide on your own."

Ending it at that, Aeon noticed that Fujioka's attention shifted to the ones behind them. There was Giou and in his conclusion the fellow Senior's Junior. It would appear that she had heard her being called. If that was so, he would not interrupt. There was nothing else to discuss at the moment unless Fujioka has another question. He instead looked around, searching for the Pink Princess. The girl in every sense is his responsibility in every sense. His eyes of gray blue soon landed on the said female. She seemed to be having fun conversing with a group of people and from what he recalled her Junior as recalled to the picture shown to him earlier. Well, it was not peculiar to see such a scene. Cassiopeia had always been a social butterfly even if the girl had been restricted much back in Greece.

Among the group, there was a familiar face which he knows to be Hakushiro. Cassiopeia had once described the girl to be kind, however the pink-haired female had always had a different eye when assessing people. As for him, he would not speak of his thoughts. It is better not to say anything since, it is not worthwhile. He then was alerted by the vibration coming from his phone as he took it out. There was a message from his butler that they had arrived earlier than expected. It meant that his younger brother, Brinx had come back from visiting his mother. That was good thing to know they had arrived to Japan safely. Continuing with the message, his brother wanted to see him. However, his schedule would not allow that at the moment.

As such, he answered that he would come and visit Brinx at during the weekend. After sending that, Aeon noticed a familiar hair color that he had attributed to Saitou. He took a brief glance and found the said girl in the company of Giou. Judging from the short explanation from Giou which he heard, he is Saitou's Junior along with the other male (Johnny). That was uncommon to have two freshmen assigned. It would only mean that a Senior had posed a problem. Nevertheless, it is not his concern and seeing the staff trusted Giou to handle it. That was enough.
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Yet again, his attention shifted to his phone which vibrated again. This time it was longer which indicated it was not a message. He took a look at the screen and saw the name to be his butler, Rando. "Fujioka-san, excuse me for a minute." With that said, he removed himself from the throng of people and found a corner where he could seek a sense of privacy. There he answered his phone which instantly welcomed by a loud wailing before he could say anything. No doubt, it was Brinx and Rando was seeking his help. "Rando, hand the phone to Brinx." And so, it was done as he heard the voice of Brinx obviously still in tears asking if it was really him."Welcome back" And so, the conversation between brothers began. If one would take a very close and good look, they could see that Aeon's expression ever so slightly soften.