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Satoru Laussen

"Lose? To you? Not a chance."

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a character in “The Reunion”, as played by Rhianoue

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'Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base. All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty. Duty is the essence of manhood.'
-George S. Patton


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๏ผฆ๏ผต๏ผฌ๏ผฌ ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ
      Satoru Laussen

๏ผฎ๏ผฉ๏ผฃ๏ผซ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผญ๏ผฅ(๏ผณ)
      Toru

๏ผง๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผค๏ผฅ
      Sophomore || Junior after summer

๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผค๏ผฅ๏ผฒ
      Male

๏ผก๏ผง๏ผฅ
      17

๏ผณ๏ผฅ๏ผธ๏ผต๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน
      Heterosexual

๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผก๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผด๏ผน
      1/2 Japanese || 1/2 Australian


'Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.'
-Helen Keller


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๏ผท๏ผฅ๏ผฉ๏ผง๏ผจ๏ผด
      157 lbs

๏ผจ๏ผก๏ผฉ๏ผฒ ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ
      Was born before it began to turn shades of red

๏ผฅ๏ผน๏ผฅ ๏ผฃ๏ผฏ๏ผฌ๏ผฏ๏ผฒ
      They're a deep brown color, but sometimes people mistake them to be a ruby-like color.

๏ผณ๏ผซ๏ผฉ๏ผฎ ๏ผด๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ
      Slightly tanned

๏ผง๏ผฅ๏ผฎ๏ผฅ๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฌ ๏ผก๏ผฐ๏ผฐ๏ผฅ๏ผก๏ผฒ๏ผก๏ผฎ๏ผฃ๏ผฅ
      Satoru, since he's not entirely Japanese, appears to be incredibly tall. He's practically a giant in Japan, even for a guy, and to be honest, he's a bit heavier for a regular guy too, but not for the reason you're thinking. Satoru is very fit and in shape, having many built muscles, abs, and etc. 'How? Why?' you may ask, but it should be obvious that Satoru is a swimmer, and a runner. Well, not quite a professional runner, but definitely a swimmer. He tends to run often to strengthen his muscles for swimming, and in order to be good at swimming and running, he has to be strong and fit, which is exactly what he is. All that extra weight is from muscle, not fat.

      Satoru was born with a sort of brownish colored hair at first, but over time it began to turn sort of red. Why it became red colored is unknown, but it didn't seem to bother him or the rest of his family. It just happened naturally, and he didn't worry about it, neither did anyone else. His eyes were pretty much the same way, except that they're actually brown, but sometimes look like shades of red. Satoru's choice of clothing looks pretty much the same everyday. He wears red, beige, and black most of the time, and it's usually tank tops with short/loose pants with a jacket if it's cold. He doesn't care much for what he wears, but even so, it doesn't look horrible on him.



'Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves; vanity, to what we would have others think of us.'
-Jane Austen


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      โœฆ Competitive โœง Prideful โœฆ Naive โœง Tolerant โœฆ

      It's a very obvious trait of his that everyone realizes; Satoru is very competitive. He enjoys winning, or more like, he feels the need to win. Of course, Satoru isn't obnoxiously competitive, as he will let some people win for fun in minor races or challenges that he doesn't find very important, but if it comes to something like swimming for real or going into a competition of some sort with his past rivals (or any rival, for that matter), Satoru won't hold bad in the slightest. He knows losing is a way to gain experience, but to win is to know that all that loss has been put to some sort of good. Winning will also get him to his dream one day, so he feels he cannot afford to lose.

      Satoru also has a lot of pride. He likes to live up to his own standard, and sometimes even the standards of others, although it's not all the time. The pressure can sometimes be too much, so it's often only living up to what he feels right rather than what others feel right. He likes to keep his pride, which is another reason why he only accepts his own standards, so if he disappoints others, he'll have an excuse. Losing his pride is sometimes a consequence for his ambition and need to win, which can damage him sometimes.

      However, Satoru is, unfortunately, very naive. He's sometimes clueless to some jokes, to people teasing him, and especially to girls hitting on him, which has happened a few times in the past before. He doesn't deal well with girls, actually, when they try to make a move, or confess to him, he's always confused, and if he does end up getting it, he's very... well... dumbfounded, and even more confused. He has the innocence of a child, basically.

      Satoru's tolerance actually comes from his two younger brothers, Dai and Jean, bothering him all day. For the first few years, Satoru was very annoyed with the both of them, but now he's gotten used to their hyper and childish personality which grants him the same amount of tolerance with others. Well, not the same amount, perhaps, but enough tolerance, you could say. He'll still be annoyed and irritated, of course, but he won't yell or anything because he's used to it just like with his brothers, therefore, he doesn't yell or shout very often.


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      โœฆSwimming - "My dad did it, and now I'm taking after him." Satoru's dad used to be a swimmer, eventually became a coach, but died before he could participate in the olympics. Now, Satoru proceeds to carry on his dad's dream on his shoulders.
      โœงDogs - "I like how much energy they have. They really are a man's best friend." Satoru only had one dog in his life that he, himself, named Desert, because it was constantly hot and was the color of sand, when he was nine. It now lives with his mother in Australia.
      โœฆWinning - "I believe losing lets you gain experience, but the relief of winning and that superior feeling is just superb." Satoru plans to be an olympic swimmer in his future. Losing, at that point, won't become an option.
      โœงRunning - "I've got to be in shape to swim, obviously. Besides, it kind of relieves whatever stress I'm carrying." Whenever he runs, it's usually in the evening or early morning. Back in the day, he used to run/train with Hiroko.
      โœฆMeat - "Um... Is there even a way to explain this?" Yeah, Satoru isn't a vegetarian.


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      โœฆWinter - "For various reasons too..." Satoru has trouble stretching in winter and also has a tendency to become a bit more sluggish, oddly.
      โœงSweets - "I don't get why people like it? They're disgusting." Spicy or sour are entirely fine with him, but sweets make him feel sick, and this means any sweet from a tiny candy to cake.
      โœฆLosing - "I can't lose to anyone..." Well, there are some exceptions. He's not always about winning every single thing he's challenge too (especially if it's against a friend or if it's just friendly competition).
      โœงPressure - "I don't like it when people set standards for me and then remind me to keep up to it. It's annoying." Pressure does make Satoru somewhat nervous at times, but if anything, he just finds it obnoxious.
      โœฆReading - "Ugh... So many words, and I have better things to do than to take my time to understand all these words." He doesn't like it because he's unable to read Japanese as fluently as before since he's so used to speaking english and reading english lately./center]



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      โœฆSwimming - "Really? I have to explain this?" It's too obvious. There shouldn't even be an explanation for this.
      โœงRunning - "This shouldn't need to be explained either..." ...
      โœฆLying - "I don't know... I don't lie very often, but when I do, no one seems to notice until I tell them." Satoru is an honest person, but when he does lie, he makes it so believable that no one gets it until they really think about it. Sometimes they never figure it out at all.
      โœงMultitasking - "I've learned to watch TV while weight lifting also while eating dinner. Don't ask how." Satoru has begun to learn to multitask the strangest combinations, but it works, regardless, so he isn't complaining. How he learns is unknown, but he certainly doesn't practice it. That'd be strange.
      โœฆCooking - "Mom isn't a good chef, so I eventually found my way with the different flavors." He might not be professional, but his cooking is good enough to eat, and it's much better than his mom's. He's a bit picky about the quality of food he eats and prefers to cook over instant food.

๏ผฆ๏ผฌ๏ผก๏ผท๏ผณ
      โœฆCompetitive - "I'm not sorry. I'm in it to win." It really only comes with his sport, swimming, and those he shares rivalries with. It ruins his pride if he loses.
      โœงImpulsive - "Not all the time, but I'll admit that I tend to act before I think." Just as he says, Satoru is a bit impulsive, only sometimes, but when he is, it tends to be during the worst situations.
      โœฆDishonest - "I don't call it lying though... I just call it... avoiding the truth." Satoru is truly an honest person. However, he has a habit of avoiding certain questions and only explains part of the truth instead.
      โœงSomewhat Awkward - "It's kind of hard for me to get along with people, what else am I supposed to say?" Satoru doesn't engage in conversations with strangers and tends to keep to himself instead. This is obviously not the case with his friends, but it's hard for him to make new friends.
      โœฆSwitches Primary Language - "Half of my life in Japan, and the other half in Australia. I don't know which language to use." Satoru now has a habit of speaking english in Japan because the last place he's lived in is Australia, and other times, he'll switch back to Japanese, but it's unpredictable.

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      โœฆLosing - "I-I can't fail my dad..." Losing isn't only something he doesn't like, but he's afraid of coming so far just to lose it all from one tiny mistake and disappointing his dad.
      โœงDisappointing Others - "It doesn't apply to everyone though." Satoru doesn't mind disappointing people he doesn't like (he'll try to disappoint them actually) but disappointing his friends and his family is simply unacceptable.
      โœฆGetting Injured - "This will ruin the years I've spent of my life practicing for the olympics." An injury means dropping his dad's dream and his own dream to go into the olympics. He's careful about getting injuries, but he's also very keen on pushing himself to the limit.
      โœงThe Dark - "I-I'm not! I swear!" Yes, yes he is. Satoru doesn't do well in the dark, but this is only when he's alone. He feels safer when someone else is in the room with him. Unless it's a ghost. Or a demon. Or a robber.
      โœฆFire - "I cook, but that sort of fire is fine. I don't really like bonfires or holding those small fireworks." Satoru is very cautious with uncontrollable fire, especially with fireworks. He'll usually stand in the back and watch everyone since he doesn't want to get close to the sparks.



'Commitment is a big part of what I am and what I believe. How committed are you to winning? How committed are you to being a good friend? To being trustworthy? To being successful? How committed are you to being a good father, a good teammate, a good role model? There's that moment every morning when you look in the mirror: Are you committed, or are you not?'
-LeBron James



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      Ever since Satoru started swimming, he wanted to be like his dad. No... not since he began swimming, it was before that... Satoru always adored his father who would swim constantly. He was fit, even for a man his age, and he wanted to become an olympic swimmer. Satoru's brother, Dai, who is two years younger than him, had no interest in it, but looked up to his older brother, and helped him and his dad pursue their goals of swimming. Satoru definitely didn't think he'd be interested in the olympic, but he loved how his dad would swim, and look after him. However, this dream and happiness did not last long, and neither did their father's life.

      They didn't understand how their father could die from a heart attack. He wasn't unhealthy at all. Satoru and Dai were unable to hear the news that their always smiling mother bore, and to this day, neither of them understand why their dad died from a heart attack, and neither have an wanting to know how. It took at least a year for them to recover. Satoru hadn't even thought about swimming since his death, and Dai wasn't feeling any better. They were going to stay in denial and in depression for another year if their mother hadn't slapped some sense into them both. Their mother had a long talk with them, asking them if their father would want them to be depressed and sorry for the rest of their lives. Satoru and Dai then realized how strong their mother was on the inside.

      They changed after that day, slowly, but surely. Satoru began to get back into his swimming habits, and his brother even decided to join him. People began to realize Satoru's potential, and even his mother and brother encouraged him to take after his dad's dream. Satoru didn't think it was possible, but he began to accept his talent and moved away from Japan to Australia, leaving his friends behind, to train at a professional swimming school with a professional swimming coach. He's miss them all, but he wanted to fulfill what his father could not with the limited amount of time he had left.

      He trained and practiced hard there, and grew up there. He also got another brother who was adoptive, Jean Cornette, slightly more annoying than the first one, but in the end, Satoru accepted him as family as well. Satoru dedicated most of his years in Australia to simply swimming and running, working towards his and his father's dream. His mother saw that he began to overwork himself, therefore leading her to bring up moving
      back to Japan for the summer, and surprisingly, he agreed to, but he wasn't
      expecting to see old friends there.


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So begins...

Satoru Laussen's Story

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Character Portrait: Daisuke Wakeshima Character Portrait: Hisakawa Chinatsu Character Portrait: Akira Saito Character Portrait: Satoru Laussen Character Portrait: Aiko Fujimura Character Portrait: Valeraine Katsukawa Character Portrait: Makoto Mado Character Portrait: Alphonse Orlav Character Portrait: Kobi Burkov Character Portrait: Levi Honda Character Portrait: Arata Ito Character Portrait: Hiroko Miyamato
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ImageLightning brightened the clouded, night-time sky as the thunder boomed, winds roaring as they swirled throughout the small section of the country side. The night itself seemed to be dragging itself on forever, as if waiting for the show to unfold once each child got to the rather average house within it's forest.

While the rain drops splashed against the lake's dark blue surface; however, it seemed like the cabin itself was still relatively unaffected. If anything, it was the only dry location for miles until one went back out to town once more. On a much nicer night, stars would dance in the open sky, their twinkles no down reflecting and bouncing off the water. Alas, it seemed like that would be a sight for another day.

Inside the summer home would be only two baths, four bedrooms, as well as a kitchen, and a plain living room. A mix of traditional and modern styles had been placed into the house, though not so much as to where it would clash. Two bunk beds were in each of the four bedrooms, and three name plates on the outside of the doors. Nothing grand, but it would be just enough for the twelve teenagers.

They'd just have to make due until the hundred days of summer were up, and that was starting tomorrow.


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Room one
  • Daisuke Wakeshima
  • Hisakawa Chinatsu
  • Makoto Mado

Room two
  • Kobi Burkov
  • Aiko Fujimura
  • Levi Honda

Room three
  • Satoru Laussen
  • Valeraine Katsukawa
  • Hiroko Myamato

Room four
  • Alphonse Orlav
  • Arata Ito
  • Akira Saito

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Date; June 20th
-------Time; 22:37 PM
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--------------------Location; Bus Stop --> House ; Countryside
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Satoru just arrived on the country side after sleeping six hours on a bus that took him there from the city. It wasn't bad, besides the constant switching of partners, which woke him up every time. The first was a young college student who was very quiet and minded his own business, thankfully. The second, an hour and a half into the long ride, was an old woman who couldn't stop asking him questions, like ones about his future and sillier ones like if he was eating right. He thought she was a bit of a joke, honestly. His last partner was an oversized woman who didn't give him enough space, so he was squished into the corner the bus seat. Thankfully, that ride was shorter than the others, and for the rest of the hours, Satoru sat alone and fell asleep while listening to his music. The flight was Australia was brutal enough, then he had to get closer and closer to his destination in the country. 'This better be worth it... What friends even decided to fly all the way over here? Couldn't we have spent the vacation somewhere closer to where we all lived?' Satoru sighed as he got off the bus, hauling a slightly heavy bag over his shoulder, but not really since he wasn't exactly 'weak.' Far from it, actually.

It was raining when he got off the bus, and there was no shelter to hide under anywhere near. Satoru wasn't expecting heavy rain in Japan's summer, but what could he have expected? It's been years since he actually visited Japan, and that was when he was a child. Most of those memories had been washed out by the ones he replaced them with in Australia.

He peered down at the instructions he kept in his pocket, leaning slightly over it so it wouldn't get drenched from the rain drops. "After getting off from the --- bus..." Satoru began to mumble to himself quietly. "Head down the road to your right... you should pass rice paddy fields for a while, and come to a forked road." He stopped right there and began to walk.

What purpose was there to run when he was already soaking wet. Well, it wasn't as though he tried to look good. If it was only his friends from Australia he was going to see, then there was no need to try and impress them; they knew plenty well how he didn't really feel the need to impress anyone but himself.

After walking, and continuing to follow the directions on the sheet of now incredibly wet paper (-forked road. Continue to the left, and follow that narrow path until you eventually reach a large house at the end. That's where you'll be staying for the summer.), Satoru reached the old, traditional house, still soaking wet. His shoes were practically sponges when he approached it calmly. He didn't go inside yet, but did go underneath the roof, to at least get out of the rain and began to take off what was left of his athletic shoes and placed them to the side.

"Hey, is anyone in there?" He called while taking off his socks, and, after squeezing them dry, setting them to the side where his shoes were supposedly going to dry. "Or maybe I'm the first one to arrive..." Satoru said, craning his head to get a peak into the slightly open door, but saw nothing on the ground, no wet markings that would stain the wooden floor or any umbrellas leaning not he opposite wall. It did appear that he first one who arrived at the house. "I'll just wait for them, I guess." Satoru thought to himself and began to dry the hair that he had put into a ponytail, now taking it out and squeezing the water out as he waited.

He was waiting for his friends from Australia though, not knowing the that friends he'd soon meet would be the unexpected ones from the memories he thought he had forgotten to long ago.

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    Currently at; town ----> house; countryside
    Weather; stormy ; lightning ; heavy rain

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    At least her brother was courtesy enough to walk her halfway there. Tch, not. It was more like a ding-dong ditch, all because he didn't want to get his hair wet. After all, 'who'd love a man without amazing hair'? He was probably already safe and sound within his car by now.

    What a pain.

    Unlike so many, Hiroko actually didn't get off a plane, bus, or anything else besides a car itself. Her brother had decided for them to move back to Japan in order for her... "rehabilitation". It was more along the lines of simply resting and strengthening the formerly broken leg, not to mention repair any pride Hiro had left at the moment.

    Of course, one thing was making her suspicious of this whole 'summer with your friends' situation. Why would they ever leave their rehearsals and practices for god knows how long... But then who else could they be? Hiroko let out a huff as her light blue rain jacket's hood hanged over her head, her umbrella and bags close to her, the brunette bit her lip the more drenched her shoes, socks, and everything else got.

    The only thing that was able to be processed in the dancer's head, was that not far from where she was, there would lie the cabin she could warm up at... Maybe even catch up with her friends. Surely they'd like to know a bit more about how she was doing besides the emails and pictures she was sending out.

    Those were far to impersonal for her liking anyway.

    Slowly, looking back up from the note of directions Hiroko had somehow managed to follow, a smile grew on her face as she rushed to pull off her sneakers and multi-colored socks, placing them next to--...

    Male shoes?

    'I don't have any males friends from Russia... Maybe I'm at the wrong location...?' Hiroko pondered, a frown slowly crawling onto Roko's face before taking a deep breathe as she slowly pushed her head inside as she advanced, her annoyance slowly melting into that of a curious toddler.

    "Hello? Anyone in he-.." 'Eh? Who's... he?'
    Wait a minute, he seemed just a bit... familiar. It couldn't be though...

    No way!

    "I-... Uhm... You wouldn't happen to be...
    " 'Come on, just say it, Hiroko.' "...Ruru? I-I mean... Satoru?... Wait, no, I like Ruru better." 'Wow. Nice job you, moron. It probably isn't even him. Just watch!' But... if it was him, would that mean... she'd be seeing everyone else too? Or maybe it'd just be the people she used to like...

    Pulling down her hood, and shutting the umbrella before entering the household completely, the damp young lady stared in curiosity before shifting to shut the door behind her.

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Location: Town Cafe --> House; Countryside

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Typically, Natsu tries to avoid being the sort of person who allows themselves to become wrapped up in the past or the future, preferring to focus on the immediate present. However, when her mother drops her off at the tiny food place near the house where she will be spending the summer, the young woman can't help but be hit by waving rolls of nostalgia. She has always gathered familiarity about places from the feeling of the air and the smell, rather than the sights and sounds, and this place seems to have been frozen in time for all it has changed. While many of her friends moved to other countries or to further away parts of Japan, Natsu's family had actually stayed rather close to her hometown. Despite this, the young woman has not come back since all those years ago, when her closest friends fractured and fled. She is not, after all, one to relive pleasant memories. Cheerful though she may be, the girl is prone to avoidance of things like this. Perhaps evasion is the secret behind her optimism --that would be a rather unfortunate thing, though.

It hadn't been raining when her mother had brought her, and so Natsu had requested to be dropped off first at a food place which she remembered from her youth. This had come as no surprise to Mrs. Hisakawa, because her daughter had continued to have something of a bottomless stomach, a trait not lost when she left her hometown. The weather seemed nice enough, and so she dropped her off, warning Natsu to be very careful on her walk to the home, and to purchase an umbrella because the weather forecast had predicted showers tonight.

Of course, careless as she is, Natsu ignored this advice, and after eating until she was perfectly full, and thus rather content, Natsu left the food store and followed the directions to the house. It had become rather dark already, the sun setting more quickly than she had expected it to, and Natsu is almost inclined to regret not being driven all the way up to the house. Luckily, she is one who tends to pack light, even for such a long vacation, and the bags she carries are not overly heavy. Sports have made her strong, but dragging around lots of bags for the entire walk would have been a pain.

The walk, however, was destined to become torturous anyway, for as she was heading down there, perhaps half an hour away [not a thing she minded, for the girl loves to walk outdoors, and watch the fireflies and stars], those predicted showers suddenly attacked. Natsu immediately rushed beneath one of the few trees still around, and resolved to wait until the storm passed. She hoped, and therefore made herself believe, that it was merely a flash flood and would pass quickly.

Unfortunately, her hopes were predictably unfounded, and the rain continued its assault against the earth while she waited. After twenty minutes passed, Natsu steeled her resolve and decided that a little rain had never caused much damage to anyone. After all, she to this day often runs around and plays in the rain, childish though it may be, and the only difference here is that she has bags to carry while she runs.

So, this is what Natsu decides to do: run. What would have been a thirty minute walk thus becomes a fourteen minute run, and she crosses the two or so miles thankful for the fact that her track team often made members run even in the rain, so it does not cause her to slip and fall. Well, not until the very end, when a poorly placed mud spot sends Natsu slipping onto the ground just before she reaches the house. She manages to catch herself, but mud still splatters against her legs, hands, arms, and part of her torso.

But Natsu merely grins, happy enough that she had managed to catch herself before receiving a full mud facial. Some people pay for those, after all,
she tells herself, standing up. Positivity aside, she is glad that a shower is now only a few feet away. It has yet to occur to Natsu that, if she were going with her friends, they could have just carpooled. Thus, she has no suspicions when she walks into the house, and at the sight of the shoes, makes guesses at who it may be.

"Those shoes. . .Ryu-kun, you're part of this?" she calls out happily, opening up the door.

But it is not Ryu-kun, a friend from the boys' basketball team, that she finds inside. Rather, it is a boy and a girl that for a moment she does not recognize, both seeming to stare at each other.

As realization dawns, Natsu drops her [muddy] bags on the ground next to her, eyes wide and smile slightly faded due to the shock. But the smile, her old friend, jumps back almost immediately, and her normal expression is back in place.

"Wow, it's like walking into a dramatic movie," she jokes in order to conceal her own sudden confusion and nervousness at the sight of them.

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Aiko sighed as her and her mother were picked up from the airport by a driver. It had been a long flight from England and she and her mother were both exhausted, though unlike herself, Aiko's mother had gotten some sleep on the flight. Her mother looked at her and smiled softly. She ushered her along to the car and helped her lift all her luggage into the back. Of course, her mother only let her carry the light bags. She hated being babied.

Aiko sat next to her mother quietly as she yammered on about how this was going to be 'a great experience' and 'a time to rekindle connections'. Aiko played with her dress nervously, though her face didn't show it. She was currently riding to what could be her doom.

During spring, her mother had been jittery and more enthused than Aiko had ever seen her before they moved to Europe. Whenever she had asked about it, her mother had just given her a secretive smile and told her to be patient and to wait. Aiko just ignored it and continued on with her pointlessly boring existence, but by the end of spring, her mother let it all blow. She told her that she would be going back to Japan for the summer to meet up with some old friends. Where this would have enthused most normal teenagers, Aiko was, of course, not normal.

You see, Aiko had been diagnosed with tuberculosis, a disease that affected the lungs and caused pain and sometimes death. This was why her family had moved to Europe, to get treatment at better institutions. Of course, it was under the ruse that they were moving to be closer to her fathers family. They hadn't told anyone as they didn't want to worry, especially her friends, since by the some she had been ready to move, they had all been splitting apart anyways. She thought she would have never seen them again in her lifetime. So when her mother said that she would be leaving the hospital room that she had called home for the past years, to go meet her 'friends', Aiko knew she wasn't talking about the other patients who were her acquaintances.

So now, here she was, on her way to see the people who she had said goodbye to before. The people who's faces were pushed to the rarest reaches of her mind. It made her feel woozier than normal.

Halfway through the ride it had begun to rain, so when they stopped her mother offered to help her walk to the house where she would be staying. She refused quietly, took the offered umbrella and got out of the car. Her mother helped her slide the bags around her shoulders, while also balancing a rolly-suitcase and said umbrella. She wouldn't usually pack so much, but she had to account for medicines.

"Goodbye Mother. Take care of yourself properly until I come back." She said, nodding to her mothers smiling face. The woman laughed. "You are telling this to me?" She asked, still tittering away. "Of course dear... You take care of yourself too." Her mother smiled softly, but turned serious, "If anything happens, you call right away. Don't forget to take your medicine, don't do anything too strenuous, and-" She ranted on until Aiko butted in. "I know mother. Farewell."

Aiko turned and carefully ambled down the rainy, wet path. She liked the smell of rain. It was so fresh. She tried to focus on this, rather than the impending doom ahead of her.

When she arrived at the house, she could see three pairs of shoes already there. She let out a shaky breath and padded inside of the room.

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With the side of his forehead resting on the car door window, Kobi gazed out and watched the rain splatter everywhere as if the clouds were small children who dropped their ice cream on the floor. Rain drops pitter-pattered against the window as his thoughts were drowned by the music playing through his headphones; Monster by Nightcore. The flight from Moscow, Russia to Japan took under ten hours which was still one hell of a flight for Kobi. He wasn't afraid of heights or to travel by plane and he had been placed in first class seating. The only problem was the lack of sleep he got because a small child kept kicking and screaming about how she wanted to go home. The kid was obviously petrified of flying so why her parents decided to put her on a plane with them was baffling to Kobi. Tracing his thoughts back to the present, 'Why on earth am I in Japan?' It was the same rhetorical question he had been asking himself ever since his father informed him of the summer vacation he would be spending with his friends. Really, it all just seemed strange to him. He didn't have any female friends due to the fact that he attended an all male private academy and his friends only spoke Russian. Sure they took a class to learn Japanese but so did Kobi and his friends knew they could just get an easy A by copying off of him. Whatever the reason his friends wanted to spend summer vacation in Japan, Kobi just hoped those idiots didn't expect to depend on him for translating and getting foreign girls' phone numbers for them.

Kobi lifted his eyelids slightly as the yellow vehicle slowly stopped moving. He lifted his head up a bit but his effort failed, he was just too tired. So tired that the poor taxi driver had to step out into the rain just to open Kobi's door and help him out of the cab. The man had mentioned the path was too narrow to drive up so the blonde would have to walk the rest of the way. "Thank you.." Kobi muttered as he handed the taxi driver the money he owed him then pulled his luggage out of the cab though he forgot, or rather didn't bother, to give the man a nice tip for the service he was provided. His mother use to always bug him about being polite and tipping hard workers like waitresses, taxi drivers, and fast food delivery service. Kobi always thought his mother was completely and utterly silly for thinking this way. In his mind manners should only be bothered to use when you want something from someone, want someone to like or respect you, and when your around people of higher status. Then again, many people have commented on his logical thinking and have said that it was too cold, whatever that meant.

The rain kept pouring down from the sky and after putting up his umbrella, Kobi's blonde hair had already started to stick to his forehead from the heaping rain it was exposed to seconds before. The only bright side was being out of that cab. The blonde always felt sick when being in a vehicle for too long. He would always be fine, no matter how long, when he was the one doing the driving but it was a different story when he was a passenger. If he remembered correctly, it had to do something with not feeling comfortable with lack of control, well that's what his father said. Not wanting to spend all his time standing in the rain, Kobi began to walk down the narrow pathway that would soon lead to the house, with his wheeled luggage bag dragging behind.

Arriving to the house, Kobi stepped under the roof to get away from the rain although really his body was already shielded from the raindrops by his yellow-ish green colored umbrella. Before stepping inside the house, he took a brief moment to breathe in the air that surrounded him. It smelt fresh and cooling because of the rain that was mixed in. He enjoyed the smell but cut his relaxation short as he shut the umbrella and opened the door. Though as he stepped in, to his surprise, he found four people he once referred to as friends years ago, in his midst. Kobi, now entered the house fully, set his luggage bag to the side near the wall of the opening of the door and slipped his shoes off then set them by the door. "Why are you all here.." He wasn't really asking a question, since it was obvious to him how this all happened, but he had nothing else to say that came to mind. What was he supposed to say anyway? He examined the faces that occupied the room, some more familiar than others. He didn't know what kind of psychology trick his father was trying to pull on him, but right now it did not seem amusing.

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"Hello? Anyone in he-.." Satoru heard a girl's voice as he began to doze off into some sort of sleep while he sat up right. He was tired after all, and for a moment, he thought the voice was in his head, that he was imagining things because he was that tired from the ride. But he knew he wasn't imagining things when he heard the voice a second time. "I-... Uhm... You wouldn't happen to be..."

Satoru opened his eyes and saw a girl he found to look a bit familiar. He squinted, wondering if it was just one of the girls from the country side that he didn't know. But even if that was the case... 'Why does she seem to recognize me then?' Satoru sat up straighter and then heard her ask, "...Ruru? I-I mean... Satoru?... Wait, no, I like Ruru better."

"W-What?" Satoru asked with confusion. How'd she know his name? Did they know each other? He watched her as she removed her hood, revealing her face and hair, and that's when he thought he knew who he was facing. "You're... not Hiroko, are you? From elementary school?" He guessed, as it had been years since he saw her, or any of his past friends for the matter, before he moved to Australia. 'No one else would call me that name, and no one else would even know that name to begin with so-'

Something dropped on the floor and Satoru instantly turned his head to look at what it was. It was a bag, but it wasn't his, or Hiroko's. He saw shoes first, and then made his way up to her face. "Wow, it's like walking into a dramatic movie."

'You've got to be joking.' Satoru thought to himself. He was already feeling overwhelmed. It couldn't be a mistake that the first girl was Hiroko Miyamoto and that this one was, "Hisakawa... Chinatsu?" More footsteps sounded like they were coming from outside, and Satoru got to his feet when the third person walked in. "Aiko? You're- Wait- Why-" Satoru tried to find a way to start his sentences. He wanted to ask why they were all here, where his 'friends' were supposed to be, and many more questions.

Who knew what emotions were going through him at the time. Three of his friends from elementary that he used to see and talk with every day had suddenly showed up during the summer, after so many years of having not seen each other from before. Happiness, sadness, pain, excitement; all those feelings he felt at once, one overlapping with another. It prevented him from showing any other emotion than confusion on his face, and say anything but stuttering fragments of his sentences.

Then, a fourth person showed up, but this one he wasn't as excited to see as the others.

"Why are you all here.." Kobi, from many years ago, asked the group. Satoru didn't have to double check to know who this guy was. They didn't end things well between the two when they separated, and Satoru hadn't forgotten their 'rivalry.'

Regardless, it wasn't a time to start arguing with him when there were other things to ask. He frowned when he saw his face, but wiped that look away to one that he would always make when he a child, which was basically, with little emotion. "I haven't seen you guys in ages... But yeah, why are you guys here?" He asked the group, "It's not like this was a coincidence or anything-" He then realized the obvious; those were his friends that his mother was talking about, not the ones from Australia.

Satoru didn't say anything about that realization, but he did grumble out of no where, for a reason on he seemed to have known.

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Character Portrait: Hisakawa Chinatsu Character Portrait: Satoru Laussen Character Portrait: Aiko Fujimura Character Portrait: Kobi Burkov Character Portrait: Hiroko Miyamato
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"People are usually about as happy as they make
their minds up to be."

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Feeling: Nervous | Happy | Hopeful
Location:House; Countryside

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As more people enter the house, Natsu has the clarity of mind to at least move out of the way. She picks her bag back up and walks into a more open area so as not to block the door anymore. For a moment, she can only stare at everyone with that stupid smile on her face, the one that instinctively clings onto her features for dear life when she is in a situation which might induce anxiety or worry. Even when she is not cheerful, few and far between as those states might be, she comes across as so to those who cannot the subtle nuances in her expressions. Of course, the smile is lopsided, a common trait among expressions which are less than completely sincere. There are a few moments before her mind suddenly kicks back into action, processing the fact that Aiko, one of her dearest childhood friends, is the one who has entered, and that Satoru-kun has begun to speak, breaking that brief, heavy silence which had hung over their heads after her dim, or she now thinks of it as dim in hindsight, comment.

There is a certain comfort in the fact that she is not the only one taken off guard by this. However, she wonders how the others can be so shocked. Didn't Satoru move to Australia? Aiko to England? Hiroko to Russia? How could they be brought here, and think nothing of it? Natsu faults herself for not realizing as well, but she has the excuse of living near to here. A summer trip in her childhood home with friends would not have seemed so strange, given the relatively short distance between here and her current home.

But these are all processing in the back of her mind, for on the level just above the surface her mind has gone very nearly blank. Satoru is the first to manage out words of proper recognition, ignoring Natsu's brightly stated comment from earlier, and this is hardly a surprise. He and Kobi had always seemed to lead the group, in some form or another. That is why Hiroko and Valeraine had both been smitten with him --something that Natsu had been rather late in realizing, despite being close friends with Valeraine. She'd always been slow with such things, and in many ways continues to be, although to a lesser extent.

Natsu is in a cross between the sort of nervousness that eats at one's stomach and the happiness that threatens to bubble out in uncontrollable laughter. Some secret part of Natsu had always wanted to see her friends once more, though it was likely pushed down in favor of focusing on the present and the future. She wonders if Valeraine will be here as well, but her thoughts, easily distracted, are disrupted by the entrance of yet another person: Kobi. Instantly her gaze flickers towards Satoru, for she remembers quite well the rivalry that had burned between the two boys back in youth.

Ignoring Satoru's grumble, Natsu merely blinks for a second, before finally spreading her smile a bit more and responding, happy to keep conversation going because it eases the tension that pulls tightly across the atmosphere. "My mom told me I'd be staying with friends," she responds cheerily, or as cheerily as she can manage, which is an impressive degree under these circumstances. "I hadn't thought it would be you, though. I take it I'm not the only one expecting someone else," this is the sort of plan she wouldn't put past her parents.

Internally, she can't help but thank her mom and dad a bit. She just wishes they would have given her some clue, first. While she is friends with all here, Natsu's gaze stops at Aiko. Her smile becomes sillier, more sincere. "Aiko! How was England? Rainy?"