Nickolas woke slowly from his sudden blackout after touching the soft Earth for the first time. He stood up and brushed off the dust that had clung to the white shirt and jeans he now wore. He looked around and saw that all his belongings he had decided to take with him were spread across the ground as he walked around groggily to pick up his property.

The first object he picked up was his lyre. He plucked the golden strings as a heavenly tone emerged causing a buck to walk over curiously. Nickolas ran his fingers over the strings once more and the deer went up to him. "Hello there friend." he said and petted the quadruped and the deer reacted by grunting in pleasure.

Nickolas smiled and then turn around and picked up a jacket and proceeded to put it on himself as the deer grunted once more telling Nickolas he was going to leave and the boy nodded. "Farewell friend I hope to see you again soon." he said smiling then grabbed the final object, his sleeping pet, Wisp in his regular form of a white rat. Nickolas chuckled and put it in the jacket pocket started to walk into town with the lyre tucked under his arm and the rat still asleep.

In a wide green field, a man slept in the grassy plains alongside his belongings. This man is Jackson Orako, and he is the one that governs the Spring season. He had dropped here after escaping to Earth, to this small town, and now, this is like his 'private area'. He snored loudly, but luckily, no one was there, so no one actually noticed him.

Moments later, he finally awoke from his slumber. His eyes was still blurry, but it didn't bothered him. He stretched his arms high, and then, a white rabbit, hoping it's way to Jackson, when it stopped. Jackson turned around, legs crossed together, and he slowly took it up, and placed it on his thighs. He smiled, petting it's small head, as it stared back at him. "Morning, little rabbit. Nice day, isn't it?" He told it, although he knew it won't understand him.

Though he doesn't need a lot of his stuff, so it didn't spread out as much, but to him, it was still a hassle to do it. He took every moment possible to gather his things, when he saw his pet turtle, named Greg by him, which was just coming out of it's shell, he picked it up and turned the face towards him. "Morning, Greg. Stop sleeping and come out, you lazy turtle. Haha." He laughed, remembering that this particular turtle resembled him because of their laziness. He placed it atop his baggage, and with a pace as slowly as possible, Jackson walked towards the town, smiling and talking to his turtle.

A young man was sleeping at the edge of a lake, his intelligent mind was trying to figure out what attracted him to come to Earth. He knew this was a risky trip, but his brothers insisted on coming here. He was awaken by his bird landing gracefully on his head, since his bird was white he shielded his eyes from the light being reflected from the feathers of his pet bird. He smiled a calm and happy smile, but he wouldn't dare touch his bird without a glove on or he would grief everyday and he would never be able to get anything done. Anything he touched had ice spread over it, but his gloves stopped the effect of his touch and he could touch the hands of anyone without hurting them. This young man is the one who governs the Winter season and his name is Christian Orako.

He crouched down at the edge of the water and began dancing over the water with his bare fingers, and his gloves in his other hand. The ice was making a beautiful pattern in the lake, but Christian was too amazed by the beauty of the ice to notice that he was freezing the whole lake. He noticed what he was doing and stopped, since he would want to swim in the water later and he wouldn't be able to swim in a frozen lake. He would come back when the ice on the lake melted, since ice was hard if frozen enough and he wasn't going to try and break out of ice if he was frozen in the water. The cold itself didn't bother him, but the feeling of being trapped bothered him a lot. He thought of something that was genius, since it would be the most beautiful thing he ever made. He took of his gloves once again and he threw a snowball that he made into the water. The snowball caused a splash, but before most of the water could drop back into the lake Christian touched a lot of the splashed water freezing it in place and making a statue out of ice. He would show this to the other seasons later, even if they wouldn't like it one bit.

Christian then went and picked up a jacket and he wrote his name in the water using the ice as his material for writing. He put on his jacket and gloves, hoping to not freeze the jacket in the process. The hood on his jacket was a big enough space for his pet bird to fit, so he let his bird sleep there and he hoped he wouldn't wake his bird up with his constant walking. He was walking at a steady pace towards the town, but he hoped no one would notice that his breath was visible or he hoped that his breath would stop being visible when he reached the town. His white hair was strange and considered to be a genetic disease among most humans, but he didn't see anything wrong with his hair and he did not care what other people said about his hair. He would make a mental note of everything he saw, so he could what to do in specific situations.

Sayuri

"Hey you! Delinquent freaks!"

The teenage boys that were currently shoving a ten-year-old little girl around in the circle that they encompassed them with paused, and the little girl managed to slip free and dart away. At least she's fast ...

Sayuri turned back to the teenagers that stood at the edge of the line of beautiful Lilac bushes, scowling at her. "Way to go, bitch, now we have to find some other kid to get some money from," one of them snarled out. Another one shot out his hand and clamped it over his friend's arm. "Or," he drawled out, "We could always just play around with her," he smirked, his eyes dark and evil.

As soon as they began approaching her, she let out an amused laugh, her arms crossed lazily over her chest. "You honestly think that you can do such a foolish thing?" she almost choked on her laughter. "Foolish boys ... Oh, so foolish ..." she burst out into fresh laughter, her amusement echoing throughout the surrounding bushes and trees. She stood on a small road beside the forest that she had to walk through every day to reach school if she didn't want to have to drive. She studied the blue nail polish on her nails, raising a brow at them as she absentmindedly picked at a chipped part of the polish. "Well? I'm waiting. Go on, make me laugh some more," she said, smiling sweetly at them, too sweetly.

As soon as one of the four boys threw himself in her direction, she kicked out her foot, satisfied when she felt it connect with the side of his head. He flew at a nearby wall and slammed into it, hard, then landed unconscious on the ground. The other three stared at the boy, looked at her, then launched in her direction. She took them down as easily as the other boy, using only her right leg to do so. She did all this while picking at the nail polish on her index finger, not once moving her gaze from it. "Honestly, I had hoped that you childish boys would have posed a bit more of a threat. I suppose I was wrong, however," she sighed out. She grabbed her bag from the ground and carried it at her side as she returned to her long walk to school.

Kyou

The score was forty-two to forty-three. The time was five seconds. She was stuck at the three-pointer line, unable to get past player twenty-five. Her eyes locked on the girl's, a strand of purple hair hanging in her face, sweat trickling down her neck and the side of her face. "Not today, whore," she chuckled, her eyes flashing. She ducked and moved so quickly she was a blur, still dribbling the basketball, and spun around her. She bounced the ball into her other hand in the same motion, lifted it above her head, aimed, then jumped and released the ball. It sailed through the air and swished perfectly through the net just as the buzzer went off, signaling the end of the game.

Kyou didn't even look at her teammates as she approached the bench. A towel was tossed to her as she reached it, along with her white water bottle, and she caught both. She tossed the towel around her neck, beneath her ponytail, then dropped onto the bench, gasping. It was far too early to have a game, but on a Saturday, what could she expect? She knew that Kyou was on her way over to work on stuff at a student council meeting, but she really hated school, and especially hated the people that went along with it.

"Kyou! Kyou! Smile for the camera! Come on, just this once smile for the newspaper!"

Kyou paused in squirting water in her mouth and lowered the water bottle, swallowed, then fixed a dark gaze on the annoying weasel that always bothered her about everything. He was good for one thing, at least; publicity in the school newspaper. She needed some way for her skills to get out into the public and work towards her scholarship.

She merely gave him a blank look, and with a sigh, he clicked a few pictures then scurried away.

Tossing the towel and water bottle into her bag, she made her way into the girl's locker room, showered and changed, then made her way back outside, scrolling through her phone as she did so. A few texts from her parent's giving her a grocery list, one from Kimiko, and one from Sayuri, saying she'd be at the school in a bit to meet her and work on a project they had to finish. Flipping the phone shut and shoving it into her sweatpants pocket, she adjusted the strap of her bag and started in the direction of the actual school, which was separated from the gym.

In his trails, Jackson spoke while laughing, with his turtle lazily sitting on top of his baggage. The town was peaceful. Plenty of people around the place is very nice, since they'd often return a greeting by anyone, and they would help each other. In fact, this is was Jackson likes the most; people helping each other and thus being happy. The reason might have to do with his respective season, but he always liked these people who help others. He even love the types that actually go out their way to beat up bad people because they did something... well.. bad. "So, then-" He was quickly interrupted by bangs and crushes on the wall. He rushed over to the source of the sound, and there he found an amazingly beautiful girl. Her image when fighting against the bullies, who were unconscious on the ground, were his ideal women, and at the first sight, he had fell in live with her.

"Honestly, I had hoped that you childish boys would have posed a bit more of a threat. I suppose I was wrong, however." she sighed out. She grabbed her bag from the ground and carried it at her side as she walked out of the alleyway opposite of him. Jackson, with eyes locked onto her, started following to wherever she might be headed. Judging from the uniform and the badge he saw earlier on his left chest pocket, he had a good guess. "Must be in school, huh?" He mumbled under his breath, hugging his baggage tightly, with his turtle climbing up to reach the flat land. "Greg. I think I'm in love."

((Seeing as Fox and Ceh obviously aren't going to post anytime soon, I suppose I will :/))

Sayuri

Her hair stood up on the back of her neck, but Sayuri didn't waver in her stride. She knew that she was being followed; however, confident in her abilities to defend herself if the need to rose, she tilted her head back and let out a breath. Casually, she took a detour down an alleyway, and as soon as she was out of view of her stalker, she threw herself into the air. She landed on a fire escape and perched easily there, sitting there with one leg perched on the railing and one leg hanging over the side. She folded her hands behind her head and leaned back against a pole.

Soon, her follower came into view, to be revealed as a young man that didn't seem much older then her, judging upon his appearance. Her brow rose and she waited until he was below her before clucking her tongue in a disappointed manner. "Honestly, boys these days have no idea that stalking a girl will get them nowhere and will not further their relationship with them," she said with a sigh, eyeing the nails on her right hand. She lowered her hand and flipped down from the fire escape, landing easily behind him with her arms crossed. "Now, why are you following me?" she demanded, her eyes dark. "If you're looking for a fight, you're going to lose, so it would be wise of you to return to what hole you crawled out of, and judging by your current state of disarray and your bulging, unorganized bags, it was a very dirty hole indeed," she smirked.

Jackson followed his locked on lover. He followed her by a few meters at the back, finding every opportunity to hide and still be able to see her. "I can't wait to see how she is in school and in her home. Oh I'm so excited, Greg!" He hugged his baggage tighter, with all sorts of imaginations filling his mind. Suddenly, the girl turned into the alleyway, apart from some of the students walking towards the same direction before. He thought she wanted to take detours so she can arrive a tad-bit late, but he pushed it aside and decided to follow her into the alleyway.

Upon turning into it, no one is in sight. He took a few steps forward when a familiar voice rung from above. He looked, and a shadow moved towards his back from the top. He quickly turned back and smiled.

"Now, why are you following me?"

"Oh no, I wasn't! Well... maybe I was, but I'm not! I just like you!" He said, glitters in his eyes as he stares at her.

"If you're looking for a fight, you're going to lose, so it would be wise of you to return to what hole you crawled out of, and judging by your current state of disarray and your bulging, unorganized bags, it was a very dirty hole indeed,"

She announced, rather sarcastically. Well, for one point, she was right. His baggage weren't the total clean thing, seeing as he just arrived in this town. He then quickly, but carefully placed his bag down, with his turtle staring him with its lazy eyes. He took a few steps back, and taunted her. "Wanna test?" He smirked, and an idea popped into his head. "Hey, how 'bout we bet? If I lost, I'll stay off from you." He eyes quickly locked onto her face. "But if you lose, you will be my girlfriend!" He screamed enthusiastically, as his heart pump faster. "Oh I can't wait to see how we'll pair with each other! We're gonna do this, and this. Oh and definitely that! Oh how excited am I!"

Sayuri

Sayuri's brow rose at his proclamation of 'liking' her. As far as she knew, she had never even seen this guy, let alone met him before. There was no possible way he could like her. All she knew about him was that he was a strange guy she'd never seen before that was walking around the city with a turtle and suitcases and had begun stalking her ... After she had beaten up those boys.

She narrowed her eyes at him and scowled. "First of all, I don't even know you, so how could you possibly 'like' me, let alone enough to want me as your girlfriend? That's just extremely creepy," she said, uncrossing her arms and pacing a bit to the right. She held up two fingers. "And second of all, How can you already be planning what we would supposedly do if we were to be dating? We haven't even agreed on a bet yet, let alone even started the fight," she said, her expression revealing her annoyance.

She let out a huff, her fists on her waist, not about to be intimidated into losing to this boy. "Fine, but on my terms," she said, lifting her bag from her shoulder and tossing it against the wall, where it landed with a soft thump. "If I win, you stop following me and leave me alone. If you win, I'll go on a date with you, and decide then what will happen," she said, looking at him with complete and utter defiance. She cast a glance at her watch. "You're lucky, I have about twenty minutes to spare and it will only take me a few minutes to beat you, then about fifteen to reach my school," she said, returning her eyes to him.

She then dropped easily into a stance, her hands held out as plates. "First one to take the other down wins," she said. "Ready ... Go!" she exclaimed, darting first to the right, then to the left, then back to the right. She struck out with her hands, aiming for the pressure points on his body so as to make his joints grow weak, if her hits were to come into contact with him. She obviously intended no harm against the boy, merely wanting to teach him a lesson.

Kyou

Kyou paused mid-stride to flip open her cell phone, quickly read Sayuri's text, then replied with an 'okay' before sighing. "Of course she'd be running late. The idiot can never seem to get up on time," she muttered, shoving her phone into her pocket. She detoured off of her intended path, and instead of walking towards the school, she returned to the locker room and shoved her stuff into her gym locker, grabbed her wallet and phone, then left the gym. She made her way off of the school ground, phone and wallet in hand, ponytail bouncing down her back, and made her way towards town.

When she reached it, she approached her favorite diner and took a seat at one of the outside tables. She nodded at one of the waitresses - her name being Cheri - and took a seat at her normal table. Not even bothering with the offered menu, she motioned for Cheri to walk over, then ordered her usual - a chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry, along with an apple pie and a Swiss Cheese with Bacon Grilled Sandwich. As she waited for her food, she snatched up one of the nearby newspapers and flipped open to the Local Sports section, scowling at the pictures plastered inside of it. There were thirteen total and over half of them were of her, but they were all blurry and obviously half-assed attempts at taking a decent picture of her in action.

"How the Hell is this supposed to gain me a scholarship when scouts can't even see what I'm doing?" she growled at the newspaper, the paper crinkling as she clenched her hands.

"First of all, I don't even know you, so how could you possibly 'like' me, let alone enough to want me as your girlfriend? That's just extremely creepy,"

"And second of all, How can you already be planning what we would supposedly do if we were to be dating? We haven't even agreed on a bet yet, let alone even started the fight,"

"If I win, you stop following me and leave me alone. If you win, I'll go on a date with you, and decide then what will happen,"

"You're lucky, I have about twenty minutes to spare and it will only take me a few minutes to beat you, then about fifteen to reach my school,"

She then dropped easily into a stance, her hands held out as plates. "First one to take the other down wins," she said. "Ready ... Go!" she exclaimed, darting first to the right, then to the left, then back to the right. She struck out with her hands, aiming for the pressure points on his body so as to make his joints grow weak, if her hits were to come into contact with him.

"First of all, it's what you called, 'Love at first sight'." He reflected the punch to the left, while standing still at where he is. "Second of all, I know you are going to bet the fight, and I know I'm going to win." He pulled the punch back towards him. "And finally. Don't. Underestimate. Me." With the last word emphasized, he pulled toward her entire body towards him, and hugged her, closing his eyes and wrapping her with his arms and locking her down.

Sayuri

Sayuri let out a sound of frustration as each hit she aimed at him missed. He didn't even seem to move, but he somehow did at the same time. He's so fast! She let out another frustrated cry and threw out her fist, gasping as he easily deflected it. The next thing she knew, she was pinned against his body, her heart hammering in her chest and an odd stirring beginning in her body.

No one had ever beaten her before, in anything. She blinked in astonishment. She seemed frozen in place, her eyes wide and mentally unable to move. Her mouth opened and closed several times in silent awe, before she began to squirm against him. "Fine, you won," she grumbled, ducking out of his arms and almost seeming to ... Pout. Another first. She couldn't remember one time in her life that she'd ever pouted. She kicked a rock and glared at him a little through her lashes. "I have to go to my school to work on a project with my friend. Since you won, I guess you can come," she muttered, kicking another rock as she made her way to her bag. She slung it up and over her shoulder, adjusting the strap across her chest. She cast a look over her shoulder, still annoyed but forcing herself to be kind anyway. "Well? Are you going to tag along like the stalker you are, Mr. Love-at-first-sight, or are you going to go somewhere else?"

"Well? Are you going to tag along like the stalker you are, Mr. Love-at-first-sight, or are you going to go somewhere else?"

He jumped for his own win. "I won! I won! Yay!" He jumped for joy, and quickly grabbed his bag and turtle. "I won! Greg! I won! Now she has to go on a date with me! This is gonna be awesome!" His smiled was as warm as the sun, and a sincerity of an innocent child. He quickly walked to her and gave her a big smile. 'Let's go, to your school!" He screamed, as he skipped along his tracks. "By the way, my name is Jackson. Jackson Orako. Nice to meet you." He introduced himself. This was his hidden powers behind his naive personality. He wasn't about to tell anyone that. Almost everyone who saw his abilities to both fight and maintain a good study stared at him in awe. He started humming a song that only he knows.

Sayuri

His warm smile only caused her heart to hammer even more in her chest. Something seemed to be caught in throat and she froze in her spot. When he was several feet away, she seemed to melt and hurried to catch up with him. She felt oddly ... Unnatural around him, almost as if she didn't match up to his near-Godly fighting abilities, charm, and good looks. For some reason, he wasn't the annoying stalker anymore. He was the guy that had become the first person to ever beat her in anything. I wonder what else he's good at ...

She finally reached his side and clasped her hands behind her. "I'm Sayuri, Sayuri Sakagami. I suppose it's a pleasure to meet you," she said, teasing lightly. She walked a few inches away from him, keeping her distance but not so much as to get separated from him if something were to happen. Besides, he wouldn't be able to find the school without her. "I haven't seen you around, and judging by your clothes and suitcases, you just moved here, didn't you? Where are you from?" she asked curiously, her curiosity always seeming to get the better of her.

"I haven't seen you around, and judging by your clothes and suitcases, you just moved here, didn't you? Where are you from?"
"Let's say that I came from a really, really far place. They had nothing to talk about. Rather, this town piques my interest more. Because I met you here. I would like to know about here, and mostly, you." He said with that big a smile to holding onto his face. The place he was, is literally empty. Though he might came from somewhere beyond the imaginations of human, Jackson really didn't think it was that great. The humans on Earth was particularly of interest to him, and now, more especially this girl named Sayuri. "So what do you think of your school, Sayuri-chan?" He asked, that warmed smile erasing that moment of depression on his face. His turtle turned around, and stared at Sayuri, who was walking a few inches beside him.

Sayuri

A really, really far place ... Sayuri looked at him, raising her eyebrows. "Oh, how mysterious," she teased, smiling over at him. "Do you always speak that oddly?" she asked. She smiled at him as he asked her about her school. "I adore it! I mean, some of the people there are frustrating, and, well, mean, but it's a really nice school. Why? Are you transferring into it?" she asked, looking a bit surprised as she paused beside a food stand. She bought herself two shish-kabobs and took a bite of one of them, catching his eye. She blushed and swallowed, coughing a little. "Sorry, I skipped breakfast. Was running late," she mumbled, looking everywhere but at him. She finally looked back at him and held the kabob out for him to try. "Here, try it. You'll like it," she smiled, waving it under his nose, the spices strong on it.

She continued to walk, munching on her kabob and practically purring in delight. She squirmed a little under his turtle's unblinking gaze. "Your turtle's weird," she said, obviously uncomfortable. "Can you get him to stop staring at me?" she asked, casting nervous, uncertain glances at the turtle. "What's his problem?" she muttered, shifting uncomfortably as they neared her school grounds.

"Oh, how mysterious,"

"Do you always speak that oddly?"

"I adore it! I mean, some of the people there are frustrating, and, well, mean, but it's a really nice school. Why? Are you transferring into it?"

He looked at her in awe. Why didn't he think of that? That was probably the best idea to follow his love everyday! He quickly froze and followed after a moment. "Sayuri-chan, that is a great idea! I'm gonna transfer to this school!" He yelled, raising his fist in the sky and his smile bigger. He laughed happily as he gently touched his turtle.

"Sorry, I skipped breakfast. Was running late," she mumbled, looking everywhere but at him. She finally looked back at him and held the kabob out for him to try. "Here, try it. You'll like it," she smiled, waving it under his nose, the spices strong on it.

She blushed and avoided eye contact with him. Obviously, he thought that she harbored feelings for him, and he quickly took a bite at the food, smiling while eating. "Hmm, it's very nice! Especially when it's from you." His smile directing at her.

"Your turtle's weird,"

"Can you get him to stop staring at me?"

"What's his problem?"

"Oh. That's just mean that he likes you." Jackson looked at his crush. She cast glances around the place, uncomfortably. "C'mon now, Greg. She doesn't like it. Stop it, now." He told his turtle, and it slowly went back into its shell. "Sorry if he annoyed you, but he's like that. He's shy around people too, but when he's not, he probably likes them. Like you."

Sayuri

She groaned a little and smacked her forehead with the heel of her palm. Why did she have to give him that idea? For the past thirty minutes, he'd been nothing but a pain. He'd completely turned her world upside down! She was feeling things that she hadn't felt before and shouldn't be feeling for a guy she had only just met, and she was acting like a flirty seventh grader around her crush! She shook her head in disgust at herself, flushing a dark red as he took a bit from the food and made that comment. She thrust the kabob into his hand and munched on the rest of hers as a distraction.

She watched as 'Greg' hid back inside his shell, tossed the stick from her kabob into the trash can beside her. She reached out and lightly plucked the turtle from Jackson's shoulder, peering into his shell, but a safe distance away. "Come on, Greg. Stop pouting. It's not that I don't like you, it's just that when you stare at someone in an extremely creepy way like you did just now, it's going to make anyone uncomfortable," she said gently, soothingly. She patted his shell. "Greggy, come on out," she coaxed, smiling.

Jackson looked at Sayuri with a question on his face. He knew that she regretted doing it, but he was just playing along. But that last part ain't fake. His love for her was true and pure. Perhaps too pure. The kabob in her hands was shoved onto his and she quickly munched on hers. This time, his smile was that of a relieved expression. He was glad that she had feelings for him, and he wants it to continue, but judging from how she acted, he thought of anyway to catch her heart, and not childishly like before.

"Come on, Greg. Stop pouting. It's not that I don't like you, it's just that when you stare at someone in an extremely creepy way like you did just now, it's going to make anyone uncomfortable," she said gently, soothingly. She patted his shell. "Greggy, come on out,"

He noticed Sayuri took Greg from his shoulders, and tried to converse with it. Somehow, it was relatively exactly the same when he found Greg. It acted the same, and it was the same, if not, barely different situation from before. "Greg, you don't have to be shy. Just come out and be friends with Sayuri-chan here. Come on." He patted Greg's shell, on top of Sayuri's hands, and a moment later, it's head popped out. It licked her hands below him, and stretched its arms and legs. It paced around the hand slowly, turning a 360 degrees before turning back to Sayuri. "There you go."

Jackson turned up and was awed to see a school for the first time. He quickly ran further towards it and his eyes glittered like a curious baby. "Wow! It's so beautiful! C'mon, Sayuri-chan! Let's go!"

Sayuri

Her breath hitched when his hand touched hers and she pushed down the lump of emotion in her throat, forcing herself to think clearly. She couldn't, however, no matter how hard she tried. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, momentarily speechless, before she cleared her throat and smiled down at Greg.

"There, you see? I'm not that scary," she cooed, gently scratching his head. She held him in her hand from a moment before gently kissing his head and returning him to Jackson's shoulder, or at least she tried to. One moment, he was standing beside her, and the next, he was bolting in the direction of the school. "No, Jackson, wait!" she called. In a moment of panic, she placed Greg on her head and he clung to her hair as she took off after him.

Damn this guy can run! By the time she caught up to him, she was almost out of breath. She leaned against the wall surrounding the school and drew in large gulps of breath. When she was finally able to speak clearly, she stabbed him in the chest with her finger, still breathless, her face flushed from exertion. "Boy, you need to stop doing that," she gasped out, leaning forward and bracing her hands on her knees.

It took her only a few moments, but she finally straightened and shook her head at him. "Jeez, Orako-kun ... Can't you cut a girl a break?" she muttered, lifting Greg from her head and settling him on Jackson's shoulder. "You are way too hyper," she told him, her finger in his face.

By the time she caught up to him, she was almost out of breath. She leaned against the wall surrounding the school and drew in large gulps of breath. When she was finally able to speak clearly, she stabbed him in the chest with her finger, still breathless, her face flushed from exertion. "Boy, you need to stop doing that," she gasped out, leaning forward and bracing her hands on her knees.

It took her only a few moments, but she finally straightened and shook her head at him. "Jeez, Orako-kun ... Can't you cut a girl a break?" she muttered, lifting Greg from her head and settling him on Jackson's shoulder. "You are way too hyper," she told him, her finger in his face.

"But I can't help! I was home tutored and I have no idea how schools looked like! This is my first time seeing one and I can't wait to study in one!" He said, his fingers pointing at the school's direction. The turtle returned to his shoulders, and he patted it. "Welcome back, my pal. Now let's explore the entire school in one day!" He yelled, raising his clenched fist into the sky, and the next moment, he grabbed Sayuri's hands like a small child nagging his mother to a store. "Let's go, Sayuri-chan!" He said, with his smile ever so brightly.

Sayuri

Sayuri groaned as he began to shout again. "Okay, okay, okay! Calm down!" she gasped out, allowing him to grab her hands. She pulled hers free after a moment and holds her hands up in front of him. "I am only going to say this one more time. You absolutely have to calm down," she said, grabbing his upper arms. "You can't just run around screaming all the time. First of all, you're going to end up knocking someone over and hurting them. Second of all, people are going to think you're nuts. I have no idea where you came from and with whom you associated yourself with back at your home, but things are different here. You need to calm down," she said. She hesitated to pull her hands away, but finally did and stepped back. "Now, are you calm?" she asked, looking directly into his eyes. She nodded slowly at him. "Good," she said, moving over to the gates.

She flashed her ID badge and the gates beeped before being pulled away and into the walls. She made her way inside and adjusted her bag. "I have to check on some things before I meet Kyou to work on our project. I'll show you around in the process," she said with a smile, starting in the direction of the gymnasium.

Sayuri groaned as he began to shout again. "Okay, okay, okay! Calm down!" she gasped out, allowing him to grab her hands. She pulled hers free after a moment and holds her hands up in front of him. "I am only going to say this one more time. You absolutely have to calm down," she said, grabbing his upper arms. "You can't just run around screaming all the time. First of all, you're going to end up knocking someone over and hurting them. Second of all, people are going to think you're nuts. I have no idea where you came from and with whom you associated yourself with back at your home, but things are different here. You need to calm down," she said. She hesitated to pull her hands away, but finally did and stepped back. "Now, are you calm?" she asked, looking directly into his eyes. She nodded slowly at him. "Good," she said, moving over to the gates.

She flashed her ID badge and the gates beeped before being pulled away and into the walls. She made her way inside and adjusted her bag. "I have to check on some things before I meet Kyou to work on our project. I'll show you around in the process," she said with a smile, starting in the direction of the gymnasium.

"Okay. Okay. I've calmed down..." Suddenly, the mechanism of the door piqued his curiosity, but he clenched his fist. He fought back the attempts of toying with it, as he closed his eyes and followed Sayuri. Every step he walked, the curiosity level heightened, making him wanting to touch more things and toy with them. The uniforms never really approved to him. "So this is a school, huh? How fascinating." He said, while beaming his eyes everywhere, analyzing everything. The direction they are headed towards is what seemed to be a Gymnasium, and he was excited to see how it will look like. The trees in the school yard beautified the entrance, he thought. He followed Sayuri and continued observing everywhere, while walking beside her.

Sayuri

Her brow rose and her lips twitched in amusement. "You act like you've never even seen the outside of a school before," she said with a laugh, pulling open the large door to the gymnasium. She walked inside and waited for him to enter, ignoring the small amount of people that were finishing up cleaning up after the basketball game. She made her way across the gym and used a set of keys to open the door to the equipment closet and pulled open the heavy door. She propped it open with the door blocker and made her way inside.

"I just need to do inventory," she explained as she leaned over inside a volleyball bin and began to count volleyballs. She did this for all the bins of volleyballs, which took quite some time, then moved on to the basketballs, then the footballs, dodge balls, and so on. She was nearly done counting arrows for archery, when a soft scrape and a loud slam at the front of the equipment closet made her shoot up.

"Jackson ... Please tell me that wasn't the door," she said weakly, pushing through the equipment to the front of the closet. Only to find the door shut and locked securely. "No!" she cried, launching forward and grabbing the handle. She shook the door roughly, almost anxiously, her fear almost evident. "Shit!" she cursed. "I can't unlock the doors from the inside, and they automatically lock on the outside. "Who was stupid enough to move the stopper in the first place?" she asked, now weakly shaking the doors. She slid down them and smacked herself repeatedly in the forehead. "No, no, no ... I don't have time to be locked in here ..." she groaned out.

While following the girl, he observed everywhere possible. The basketball court. The peoples cleaning up after a game or sort. Then, when the equipment shed's door opened, his eyes widened. The equipment for the sports he have always heard about is right now, in front of him. He quickly rushed went to find the things he wanted to see. He picked up a basketball in his left and a volleyball on his right. "This is must be the basketballs and the volleyballs! Oh, oh!" He dropped the balls back into their respective baskets, and rushed to find another ball. He picked up a football and observed it, turning it around and analyzing it. "This must be the football! I heard a lot of townsfolk watches football matches and always cheer for their team." He dropped the ball and kicked it with his knees easily, as if being a professional footballer.

Suddenly, a slam on the door shocked him, and Sayuri rushed to the door, banging on it.

"No!"

"I can't unlock the doors from the inside, and they automatically lock on the outside. "Who was stupid enough to move the stopper in the first place?" she asked, now weakly shaking the doors. She slid down them and smacked herself repeatedly in the forehead. "No, no, no ... I don't have time to be locked in here ..." she groaned out.

He walked towards the door, and tested the handle. "Yup. Locked." He said. He stepped back and softly knocked the door. "Oh. These kind of doors, I can break. There are so many the same ones back at that place. No problem." He grinned, as he stretched himself. "Want me to open the door?" He said, switching his eyes at her. "I have a condition if you want..."

Sayuri

Sayuri seemed astounded at the very thought of destruction of school property. "No! I don't want you to break the door! Jeez, were you raised in a barn or something, Jackson? You don't just go around breaking things that aren't yours, especially school property. First of all, it's against the law, and second of all, it gives room for expulsion. Technically, you weren't even supposed to be allowed in here since you aren't enrolled in the school yet, so if you get in trouble, then so do I," she said, leaning her head back against the door and closing her eyes. "Stupid ..." she muttered, more to herself then him.

After several moments, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. "You know, since you started following me, nothing's been going right," she said quietly, rubbing her face and resting her chin on her arms on her knees. "You can sit down," she offered, before returning to what she was saying before. "Who are you, Jackson Orako?" she asked, frowning deeply.

With her command and order to sit down, he did just so. Taking a ball at the side and started playing with it.

"You know, since you started following me, nothing's been going right," she said quietly, rubbing her face and resting her chin on her arms on her knees. "You can sit down," she offered, before returning to what she was saying before. "Who are you, Jackson Orako?" she asked, frowning deeply.

He stared at her with dark eyes. His eyes was definitely filled with anger, but he calmed down in a bit after, and stood back up. "Don't try to pry into my past. Please. I don't wanna talk about it." He walked towards the door, while grabbing her hands. Suddenly, Sayuri and him both dived down into the ground, and in another moment, they were outside of the locked shed. He let go of her hands, and knelt down beside her, his mouth beside her ears. "Don't tell anyone about this." He mumbled softly at her ears, and stood back up, hands on his waist. "Now, let's go and explore the school more, Sayuri-chan!"