Homeroom 21 IC

[Vormund]

IC Open

August has come once again, and with it, millions of students around the world are flocking back to school. But we don't care about them.

One such School is Tsuito High, an elite school of today's best and brightest, has just restarted, and all the students are about to start their first day of the new year. But we don't care about them Either.

What this story is about is one Homeroom of these talented youths. Homeroom 21, to be exact. There are 25 of these homerooms in Tsuito, but this one has been the top of the school for the last five years. This is the story of those youths.

unimaginative intro is unimaginative

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Before you post in the RP, make sure you understand every rule I've posted in the OOC. I am not playing around, and I will enforce my rules without exception. I have been walked all over a few times, after being the nice guy and letting things slide, both in RP and IRL. I am a nice guy, but please don't test me. The last time someone tested me, it didn't work out for either of us.

Anyway, that said, have fun, play nice, and follow the rules, so we can all have a good time.

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Dorm Rooms and Dorm Pairings

Spoiler

The dorms are located on the east side of campus, and look like this for both girls and boys. The females and males share a building, but the north side of the building is for the males, and the south side for the females, with a shared lounge and kitchen area in between. The male and female sides of the building use different keycards to enter, to help prevent unwanted entry from the opposite sex. Students are allowed to decorate the room as they please, as long as the decorations are not too destructive to the room (one or two hung pictures is fine, but twenty is too much in terms of nail holes in the wall, for example.

The rooms are shared between two people, and each side to the room looks the same. There are several bathrooms and laundry rooms to be shared in both sections of the dorm house. Listing for the dorm pairings is as follows:

Males
- Shirasagi Saiga and Christopher James Faunt
- Mikoto Kameyama and Takeshi Ryuu
- Haibara Nori and Orren Gray
- Dylan House and Rei Naganuma
- Cain Tanaka and Achille Moretti
- Abram Thompson and Hiromi Nakamura

Females
- Kurosawa Shino and Shirasagi Valora
- Melody Rose Faunt and Alena Rurik
- Miyuki Akiyama and Aino Uzumi
- Michi Sato and Moe Talons
- Sendou Akemi

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School Rules

(Of course there are more, but these are the major rules. For other rules, common sense applies. I know it's uncommon nowadays, but I have faith in you. If you have questions about a certain rule, feel free to ask me.)

1. Curfew is between 10 PM and 6 AM. No students outside the Dorm building during this period.
2. The main school buildings are closed between 8 PM and 8 AM.
3. There is no dress code or uniform, but no offensive or revealing clothing. Swimsuits must be either school issue, or one-piece (for females) or swim trunks that go at least halfway down the thigh (for males).
4. Less than 80% attendance will result in serious remedial class action. Less than 100% Remedial attendance will result in repeating the year.
5. Leaving School Campus is only allowed during weekends, holidays, or other days the school is closed (such as teacher work days), or with a note signed by the principal.
6. Males are not allowed on the female side of the dorm, and females are not allowed on the male side.

If I think of more, I'll make more, but I'm tired of working on this RP. I just want it to start already.

[IntenseInsanity]

Leaves rustled softly in the morning wind, sending flashes of green and browns across the air. The smell of rainy clouds and chilly blasts was close, a storm would come soon. Although most don’t realize it now, summer was finally beginning to come to a close, the hot air that was once still and silent slowly brought along a chilling breeze of fall. Though the clouds shielded the sun’s view from the earth below the heat was still there, sending waves of humid air through the school yard. The huffing and puffing of an annoyed-sounding body mixed with the almost unbearable heat and the rhythmical step of high-heeled boots clip against the paved path that lead to one of the main school buildings. Ami Shinozaki ran along quickly, constantly checked her watch while lugging along folders full of papers and bags full of books, information for the class, seating charts, anything a high school teacher would need for the first day of school. The August wind blew softly though the hot morning air and Ami accepted the relief with a sudden sigh, stopping to catch her breath and review her bags,

“… Alright, everything must be here. I check five times already!” she breathed before regaining herself and returned to the task at hand; finding the classroom. Ami threw back her hair in a quick, single motion and returned to running, and she was soon inside the school building. The air was much cooler inside and Ami finally collapsed on conveniently placed bench just outside the main office. She sucked in a deep breath, her grip tightening around the bags and folders and papers so they wouldn’t topple when she started to relax. Ami leaned back a bit, staring at the clock that hung just above the entrance door. Exactly seven o’clock. Perfect. Ami let her head hit the wall behind her, another sigh escaping her lips as her shoulders cracked and popped when she began to shift them. There was a sudden sound, maybe a door opening, and then a presence beside her. Ami opened one eye slightly, finding the shadow of another person, a man, big and burly and tall. He suddenly placed a hand on her shoulder and she flinched, sitting up quickly. The man looked shocked for a moment, and then he chuckled,

“Hehe, sorry if I frightened you.” He apologized, raising a hand as an ‘I-come-in-peace’ motion. Ami gave him an awkwardly forced smile, holding out a hand to shake. The man graciously accepted her hand with a firm shake, showing Ami a big grin,

“You must be the new teacher for Homeroom 21.”

“Oh, yes, I am!”

“Well, so you won’t have to ask, just follow this hall and you should see the room.” He pointed down the rather stylish hall and Ami gave him a thankful smile and nod. The man nodded, “Glad to be working with someone not as snooty as the others.” He said with a chuckle before turning down another hall and vanishing into a classroom. Ami gave a smile to herself before standing up and beginning the short trek to Homeroom 21.


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Ami, now all sorted out with her items scattered among the desk, relaxed against the dust-less chalk board, wiping the sweat from under her bangs. The teacher stretched, tapping the tip of her boot against the linoleum flooring as she read the clock again, seven-thirty. She had thirty minutes before the school building was open to the students. Ami grinned and began sorting through the bags and papers, and she soon discovered a paper filled with the names of children she would be teacher. She skimmed through the names, eyes working vigorously behind framed glasses. This paper would be most important for the day. She ordered the others papers and left the one with the student’s names on top before turning to stare at the door, unable to hide the excitement making her lips quiver. Her first day as a teacher at Tsuito, she was allowed to be excited. Ami gave herself a soft squeeze to reassure her excitements and nervousness, her eyes glaring at the clock as it ticked away. Thirty minutes.

(I had no idea what to post for Shino, I’ll probably post as her after someone comes in as a student)

[NarayanK]

Standing in the midst of defeated delinquents, one man stood in the middle of the alley. He spit out a lollipop stick on a fallen punk's hand before squishing it, causing the man grumble in pain. Takeshi Ryuu, delinquent among delinquents, was ready to face the battlefield known as school. However, not only did he believe that it was a warzone, but it was also an oasis for him.

"Alright! Time's up; gotta go. Later, homies!"

The punks could only curse at him in their thoughts.

Riding a motorcycle- er, bicycle, Takeshi Ryuu left the scene. He was an egotistical otaku who had a large pride for his hobbies. Sure, he's pretty evil for a man who watches magical girls fighting monsters in skimpy outfits, and he sure wants to keep it that way. After all, anyone who either gets on his nerves or hurt an elderly man just might kiss his right fist. He never liked people picking on the defenseless since childhood, but he made sure not to let anyone know other than the people he helps out.

This is the new school year! I'm totally pumped up. You might ask... why? Because I met these smokin' hot chicks that offered help for my social life. Talk about big luck! Not only did they help me improve my social interacting skills, but they also gave this feeling as if they had a thing for me. But then they vanished for no real reason... I was pissed! I was pretty angry for quite some time... actually, it was just a couple seconds, but still! Then I realized that if I just went to the school they had once entered, then I'll be able to meet more girls like them! And maybe while I'm at it, I could make some decent friends. It's not common to have a chance to kill multiple birds with one stone, and I'm not missing it!

The otaku took several sharp turns on his way before crossing a red light. Thankfully enough, his helmet and position concealed his identity from any cameras.

Anyways, the school seems promising. Average, low amount of punks, and a satisfying amount of maidens. Okay, by this point, I may sound like a creep, but you gotta understand! I'm a desperate man.

...Well, sort of. Some girls liked me once, but I didn't like them back. I want to find someone fit for me... or someone who just has a nice body. Derpdy derp~!

Takeshi finally arrived outside of the school grounds. Parking his sleek, red motorcycle-... err, bicycle, actually, the man slowly got up from the vehicle. Tossing his dumb-looking, pink helmet, he grinned at the sight of the school.

Here I come, Tsuito! I'll show you that not only could I find the love of my life, but that I could actually make friends!

A sad motive, indeed.

The otaku began to march into the building, chest held high. He attempted to make a warm smile, but instead, he crafted a smile of an incredibly angry devil. Unaware of his weird looking expression, he walked inside the building. Takeshi began to search for the twenty-first homeroom patiently. He wasn't good with finding paths due to his strangely low common sense, but he, of course, always tried his best. However, after a few minutes of searching, he got no results. Slightly ticked by the failure he continued to meet, he began to wonder why he was never good with failing something so simple. Once he quickened his pace, he finally found a room that said "21".

Finally...!

"I'M HOOOOOOOOOME!"

...

...

He found himself facing several people playing Pool.

...No wonder I smelled cigarettes.

The student facepalmed himself before beginning to walk all the way to Tsuito High School. Apparently, he took the wrong turn.

[C h a o s]

Holding an introductory packet in hand Michi Sato looked up with her clear blue eyes at the number on the door to her new dorm room. Closing her eyes for the briefest of moments she took a breath before reaching for the knob to open the door before stepping inside. Luggage already sitting beside one bed she began to scan the room with her eyes taking in the simple décor and modern taste of the room. She was excited, yet felt trepidation at being away from home for the first time, but surely this feeling would pass. Sitting down on her bed, Michi leaned back, trying to clear her head in preparation for class. She didn't know what she was more afraid of, getting bad marks in school or meeting her fellow students that she would be stuck with for four years. Well if Taiki and Miku could do it, then why couldn't she? After all one day Michi would catch up with her siblings, she had to. And this was one of the many stepping stones of that progress.

Pulling out her android cell, Michi checked the time. 7:49 flashed on the screen with a waterfall backdrop. The school would be opening for students soon, and Michi wanted to make sure she was not only on time, but early to make a good impression on her teacher. So she gave herself a moment to gather her thoughts before heading off to the main building to find her homeroom.

It was a quick walk to the main building and Michi noticed that it wasn't all that crowded yet. For the most part as she walked the halls she mostly saw teachers preparing in their own classrooms, and a few fellow students that most likely had the same idea as her. Instead of smiling and saying hello to them as she passed Michi found her shoes most interesting, and she continued on this way until she found room 21.

Finding the door open Michi walked into her homeroom, noticing a well dressed woman seated at the main desk. This made Michi look down to her own clothes, simple fitted black jeans and loose fitting cream sweater. Had she dressed oddly? Shaking her head of the thought she tried to offer the teacher a smile before turning to the seats and back to her. “Do we have assigned seats or do we just sit wherever we choose?” She realized she hadn't introduced herself. With a reddened face Michi corrected this. “Oh sorry, my name is Michi Sato, nice to meet you” she offered an awkward bow hoping that the teacher didn't think her already a big idiot.

[Discontent]

Makoto knew it was coming, the big argument, a heated debate, an annoying conversation that he knew would end poorly for everyone. Mom’s finger hovered slightly over the remote, an old rerun of some stupid TV show playing in the background, and he knew the longer her hand was over the remote the more crap he was about to be in. Call it a noticed behavioural pattern due to long association. This was his cue to eat faster and to hope that her hand retracted from the mute button any second now, and scolded himself for not eating quicker, as his sister’s had already escaped to their rooms. See, they were the smart ones in the family, despite him getting much higher grades then them, at least they had common sense. Come on. He’s not in the mood for this. He was in the mood for a nice, serene, and quiet, last family dinner before he went to the academy the next day. To hell with whether or not the rest of his family perceived it as ‘awkward’.
“I talked to Dr. Aibu today,” Mom said.
Dammit, he mentally exclaimed as she pushed down on the remote, the old TV show going quiet. He knew he’d sorely regret talking to his therapist about anything, but then again, he also knew there were things he would have kept confidential, so he was actually curious as to what he told her. Then again he also knew that it would be nothing good. Just can’t win sometimes.
“He said that… well, he had some pretty interesting things to say.” She kept her eyes on the TV, the ceiling, the wall, the fridge, anything but him. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Was that a trick question?
“Thanks for sending me to a therapist, and I’m sorry that I actually need a therapist?” Seeing the look Mom gave him after that he knew now wasn’t a time where she appreciated his snark. To him, this generally meant it was time to up the snarkiness by ten-fold. “Fine, I’ll bite. What did he say?” Big mistake, what he should have said was 'I don't care, I'm going for a walk, peace out ‘yall!' Now that would have fixed absolutely everything.
“He said…”, again, her eyes were anywhere but his. And he thought his etiquette was poor. “He said you think you’re going to kill someone.” Rhett didn’t respond for a few seconds, tilting his head as he tried to figure out just how the hell she jumped to that conclusion.
“You know, that is interesting, because those weren’t my words at all. Are you sure those were the words he used?” This was why he didn’t like his mother, she always came to these extreme conclusions about the world around her, and most especially, him. Like this one time when she accidentally discovered that a candy bar she ate was a few days after the best by date, she was frantically convinced that it had given her food poisoning. Seriously, she was freaking out about it. It was actually kind of fun to watch.
“The words don’t matter, I—“
“Yeah, they kinda do. It’s called ‘context’.”
“This isn’t a joke, Rhett.”
“What I actually said to him was that I follow a strict set of rules to stop myself from doing anything wrong. Honestly, that seems like something you should be happy about. But instead you’re arguing with me. See, this is why I need therapy.”
“Why would I be happy about you needing to follow rules to stop yourself from killing people? Why would I be happy about a psychologist telling me that my son is a sociopath? Why would I—“

“Whoa, a sociopath? He called me a sociopath?” See now, that was actually kind of cool to finally get an official diagnosis. In a bizarre ‘whoa-cool-my-mind-really-is-that-fractured-‘ sort of way.
“…Antisocial personality disorder,” she said, voice flat. So basically, the longer way of saying ‘sociopath’. “It’s a psychosis. My… my son is a psychotic.” So, she didn’t do her research, then.
“APD is primarily defined by a lack of empathy,” he figured that made it sound a bit better than ‘psychotic’. Hell, 'sociopath' in itself sounded better than 'psychotic'. "It means I don't connect emotionally with other people. I wondered if he was going to pick that one. Hm, although technically I’m not, it’s only labelled as ‘conduct disorder’ before I turn 18. So, you know, it’s cool." Despite him trying to soften the blow so Mom didn’t do anything rash, she seemed hell-bent in labelling him as a crazy sociopath.
“This is… my fault, isn’t it? I knew I shouldn’t have let you into the mortuary as a kid, it probably messed you up for life. What was I thinking?” His family, which consisted of him, his mother, and his two little sisters Tsuya and Harumi, who were both locked in their rooms right now, doing God knows what, all lived above a mortuary. It was, per say, the family business.
“It’s not the mortuary. You’ve worked there for how long? And you haven’t killed anyone yet.”
“I’m not psychotic, though.” Okay, that annoyed him, it was as if Mom was now actively trying to be antagonistic towards him. Man, you can obviously see the tact and thought she’s putting into her words, he thought, as he closed his eyes, breathing out to try and calm himself down.
“Then you’re changing your story. You said the mortuary messed me up, but now you’re saying the mortuary messed me up because I was already messed up? I can’t win either way, can I?” As his mother sighed, he vaguely felt this entire conversation was pointless. "Look, I'm leaving tomorrow. I swear to you I'm not about to kill somewhere, you're blowing it way out of proportion." He had already made it this far without doing anything to defy his rules, and he wasn't about to slip up now, even if the lack of access to the mortuary was slightly disconcerting.

But I suppose she isn't completely wrong to worry, after all... if someone met me on the street, you'd never guess just how much I would want to kill them.

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Rubbing his eyes, he walked through the gates, resisting the urge of stabbing the other students making their way to the school. To say that Makoto was a morning person was like saying that people enjoyed having their kneecap shot in, repeatedly. Hell, he couldn't even think up a more subtle comparison that didn't somehow involve gruesome violence, and suddenly began to wonder just what that student's insides looked like... And then lightly hit himself on the side of the head, urging himself to snap out of it. His mother woke him up earlier than he what he set his alarm to, something about 'setting a good example' and 'being a punctual student', and he thinks it was something along those lines, but with the amount Makoto actually paid attention, it might as well have been 'I've killed your sisters and will kill you soon if you don't hurry up'. He doubted it was that, thankfully. As far as clothing went, he kind of rejoiced inside his mind when he heard he could choose what to wear, as he always preferred casual clothing that he could easily put on in about five seconds. He wore a simple blue shirt and a black jacket, with dark blue track pants and old white sneakers. He was pretty sure he chose his apparel by putting his hand into his closet, and pulling out any clothing at random. He thought it was a pretty good system. Bleary eyed and yawning, he found his way to homeroom 21, sliding the door open, barely recognising that there was a tall, bespectacled woman, and an oddly blue haired girl in the room, and plopped down on the nearest seat he could find. His head and body rolled down towards the table in front of him, his forehead hitting the wood with a painful thud.

"... Ow," he muttered, face still on the table, admittedly having planned that to have been a bit more graceful and much less painful. Smooth, man, real smooth. He didn't know if this was where he was supposed to sit, but he was tired, and there was a chair to sit on. He put two and two together, and figured he wouldn't care unless specifically told differently.

[CaughtInTheRiddle]

It was unfair to call the Faunt twins completely irresponsible, childish maybe, but irresponsible, preferably not; however, it couldn’t be helped as Chris groaned; attempting to stretch on whatever uncomfortable surface he had fallen asleep in the previous night. He lay there, squirming, as the warm sun beat down on his half naked body. It was nice, considering he seemed to be out there for the majority of the night. His hand shot up into the sky to shield his eyes from the sun as he opened them. Obviously he was outside, but he didn’t know where. He was lying on something scratchy, hard and uncomfortable, but he wasn’t completely aware of his surroundings.

An overly loud groan sounded from the back of his throat as he sat up and gripped his head, trying to subdue the spinning sensation as it hit him with full force. Finally, when he was feeling remotely sober, he lifted her head and looked around. Damn; he was on the roof of the Faunt Manor, in a... hard to get to area. He looked around and couldn’t find where he had managed to get up from.

He groaned once more, this time a little bit softer as he tried to get up; stumbling a bit as he did so. He felt as if he’d been hit by three trains in a row, he was a little bit sunburnt and what made it worse was the fact that he was in his trunks. He gripped his head with both hands while leaning forward, trying to remember the events of the previous night; nothing.

With a sigh he walked across the black tiles of the roof and stood where his bedroom was supposed to be. Not bothering to make sure his window was open, he jumped off the edge, grabbed the ledge and swung himself with full force through his open window. He landed with a thud on his feet before looking around the room; bodies littered the room – three in the bed, five sprawled out on the floor and one in the doorway. He heaved a frustrated sigh before his body froze and his eyes widened; he was supposed to be at school.

‘Damn it,’ he muttered, racing to his bedside table, dodging the bodies with ease as he snatched his phone and pressed the button, causing the screen to light up. The time gave him a sense of security, 6:30AM – he still had time.

Swiftly, he turned on his heel and marched down the hall, into his sister’s room and looked around for her unconscious body. Her room was no better than his; more people littered the floor and one person was in the bed – unfortunately it was a teenage guy. He shook his head before turning and jumping over the rail of the stairs and swinging himself from a door frame into a living area, where he found her – sprawled out, not on the couch, no; on the floor, with a blanket covering half of her fully clothed body – he frowned at the sight before ripping the blanket from her grip.

‘Come on, Melly,’ he stated, ‘up and out – we’re going to be late,’ as he threw the blanket to the other side of the room.

A barely audible groan escaped her full pink lips as she lazily reached out, in attempt for the blanket; however, to no avail – instead, she just fell limp on the floor once more, grumbling incoherent curse words before turning her back to her brother.

He narrowed his eyes at her before scanning the room for something; he smirked when his eyes landed on the perfect weapon.

She shirked as sat up, her we clothes and hair now clinging to her pale skinned body, ‘Why would you do that?’ she exclaimed as she looked up at her brother who wore a smug expression with a now empty glass in his hand.

‘Get up,’ he ordered over his shoulder as he turned and exited the room.

She groaned once more, this time a little bit louder as she tried to use her legs. She placed a hand on the side of her head as she gained balance on her feet, trying to remember the events of the previous night; nothing came to mind. With a small sigh she made her way out of the room and down the hall, not wanting to get ready or even deal with school.

After stepping out of the steaming shower, she mumbled a few incoherent curse words as she dug into her draws to find something she could just throw on. Not seconds later she pulled out a simple blue oversized cardigan / shirt and pulled it over her head. She wrestled with it for a few moments before actually getting it on and getting it to sit right; she then roughly pulled on some denim shorts, making them scarcely visible underneath the cardigan which fell to her mid thigh. She then applied her simple makeup and fixed up her hair, making it fall nicely in a straight cut.

Once she was ready, she ran down the stairs and came face to face with her brother, who was currently shirtless with baggy shorts on and runners; she eyed his choice of clothing sceptically for a moment, before the realisation sunk in, her face releasing the confused tension like a rubber-band snapping back into shape.

With a huff, she ripped her cardigan off and threw it on the suitcase which waited by the door, revealing a strapless crop-top underneath. While tying her hair up in a messy bun, she walked over to the entrance hall and opened the cupboard, ripping out her own runners and a fresh pair of socks. Within five minutes, the two were gone and half way down the street.

He breathed steadily as he looked over to his sister who scaled a high fence, launched off it and onto a higher platform while he passed through the gate and stayed on his path – she upped her pace lightly, managing to take the lead.

‘You’re lagging Christopher,’ she called out with a smile, he smirked at her before running up a ledge and pouncing off a bench; he landed in front of her and kept running. She laughed before crossing the street and scaling a wall to get into a built up car park. He followed suit; taking the floor below her.

Once at the end, he jumped the rail and leapt to the ground; at the same time, Melody mimicked his actions – her eyes widened as their paths crossed in the drop, however, they both landed on the cold hard ground in a roll – jumping back to their feel completely unscathed. He turned back to look at her with a small smirk before turning back to the street and making a run for it – the school was on the other side.

At the gates of their new academy, the Faunt twins skidded to a halt,

‘Mine!’ the male twin called out, looking back at his sister who was bent over, hand on knees for support, trying to catch her breath.

‘No way, that jump out of the parking lot was such a cheap shot; it was mine,’ she breathed, he chuckled before moving towards her and slinging an arm over her shoulder,

‘Can’t admit defeat, as always, little sister,’ he said as she squirmed in his grip, trying to get out.

‘Mr and Miss Faunt,’

Their attention was drawn to a black car, with a familiar grumpy face standing next to it, two suitcases in his hands.

‘Ed,’ Chris greeted with a small smile,

‘Put some clothes on Christopher,’ he ordered, throwing his normal attire of black dress pants, white dress shirt, a black vest, black tie and white gloves. He caught them with ease and disappeared into the car to change in private. The old man then threw the blue cardigan at Melody who fumbled to catch it, before pulling it on and making sure it sat right.

Once the two were dressed and had their luggage, they stood before the old crinkled man, who looked to them as if he’d seen far too many winters,

‘Now, try to make this academy work, try not to get into trouble and look after each other,’ he said in a warm tone, the two smiled at him. He was their butler/caretaker; he had raised them more than their own parents had.

‘Thanks, Edward,’ Melody stated warmly,

‘Don’t thank me; the two of you still owe me for the mess you’ve left at the house – you’re parents are due back today,’ he snapped, causing them to laugh.

After the goodbyes and what not, the two split up, in search of their dorms – they both left their luggage in empty rooms before meeting up again at their Homeroom for the year. Christopher opened the door before walking in, his sister at his feet. He turned to the, good looking (might he add) teacher and smirked at her,

‘Christopher Faunt, and this is my sister, Melody,’ he stated coolly before scanning the classroom and taking a seat in an empty space for the two. Melody eyed her brother for a moment as they took her seats, a look which he returned with a cheeky smile,

[NarayanK]

And then a bicycle was smashed into a wall.

...

Yes, Takeshi went at the speed of Mach 13 just to retrieve his bicycle, only to dent it up. In a comical position, the boy floated off the cement wall like a papyrus sheet. He was quick to recover, much to the chagrin of those who loved comedy. Shaking his head, the otaku looked up at the school building; this time, he was in the right place. Making a sadistic mischievous grin, the boy muttered under his breath,

"Damn, that's bigger than any school I've been to so far. Thank b'jeebus that I'm getting some financial support from my relatives."

A tire fell out of seemingly nowhere before landing next to his broken bicycle. He would take care of that later.

His footsteps were heavy, letting a few people notice his presence at the school. Cracking his neck side-by-side, the otaku giddily made his way into the school building... only to find a complex hallway system (at least for him it was) awaiting him. The very sight of the "maze" made Takeshi's eyes twitch; he was on the verge of sending a death threat to the world for making such a confusing thing known as paths. Taking a deep breath, the otaku made his way down into the hallways.

At first, it wasn't bad. He had nothing to carry around except a single bag, for he didn't give a crap about whether his hair looked nice or anything fashion-related. All he needed was a toothbrush, some toothpaste, and his school bag. It wasn't that he was unprepared, he just didn't like being the organized type. Much to his expectations, he didn't find the 21st Homeroom immediately. However, while he continued to explore the school grounds, he felt a weird vibe come from behind him in a long hallway. A little unnerved, the otaku darted his head to see what was the source of the vibe.

There was nothing except a few students chatting with each other.

"Huh... that's strange. I'm nearly hundred percent sure that someone was giving me..."

Some of the healthy color of his skin disappeared, making him look a little paler than usual.

"T-The... The yandere look."

Just to double check, the boy did a 360 degree turn to look for anyone spying on him. When he found nothing, he shivered before leaving the scene quickly. Unbeknownst to him, however, there was a white-and-pink haired girl peering at him from the far end of the hallway. Her expression was that of one in absolute bliss and joy.

Quickening his pace, the otaku checked every place he could in order to find his Homeroom ASAP. Once he saw the words "21", he skidded into a stop, which made an annoyingly loud noise. At the entrance he took two mighty steps before opening the door with desperate force. He grabbed onto the sides of the entrance to support himself as he made deep breathes. One could easily mistake him as a pervy delinquent at this point.

Wiping some sweat off of his neck, the otaku went inside without sharing a single greeting. He never liked the moments when something creepy tingled his spine, so he covered it by trying to act normal. However, trying to act normal while taking deep breathes, sweating profusely, and having a troubled look didn't seem to be a fitting time. His heavy feet led him towards a desk at the front of the classroom. Once he finally sat on the chair, he slammed his face onto the desk and held the position, hoping to forget the awkward moment he had in the hallway.

I swear, whoever did that is totally gonna pay for this...!

And with that, the otaku slept.

Meanwhile, a multi-color-haired girl hid right outside of the entrance. She shifted uncomfortably, wondering whether she should go in or not.

[Vormund]

Shirasagi Saiga
Morning
Gym ---> Homeroom

A resounding thud echoed through the empty gym as the tall redhead's fist slammed into the punching bag. And another thud. And another. Heavy puffs of air could be heard between each thud as the redhead pushed himself to his limits. One last heavy thud sent the bag swinging, and the fists came down to his side. The towel around his broad shoulders was thrown over his head, and then, with a much smaller thud, the redhead sat down on the weight bench next to the bag.

Saiga chugged his water down, and didn't bother trying to stop the scowl spreading across his face as his thoughts turned sour. He had rather hoped that the physical exertion would have killed his negative thinking, but it didn't. Why did he have to come to this stupid elitist school? He wasn't elite in anything. Nothing. At all. The only reason his family sent him here was to keep an eye on his sister Valora. As if the stupid bitch couldn't take care of herself. Hard to get hurt when you never left your bedroom. The water bottle found its way to his lips again and he drank deeply, draining the bottle before winging it into a corner somewhere, for some janitor to pick up later.

With that, Saiga got up and walked over to the locker room, getting into the shower and getting all washed up before the water got hot. A pair of baggy black jeans, brand new black converse sneakers, a white T-shirt and his usual fur lined leather jacket covered his bare skin before he hitched his bag onto his shoulders before he headed over to homeroom. He didn't really want to go, but oh well, he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. As he went, he ran a come through his damp, gelled hair, getting his spikes in perfect order before getting on the final stretch of hallway to the homeroom.

He pushed open the door, and flicked a glance of his blood red eyes over the teacher and students who were already in the room, before finding himself a seat in the back corner by the window. He wordlessly sat down, a slight scowl still plastered across his otherwise handsome face. His arms folded in front of him, and his chin shortly followed them down, resting on his heavy forearms. A sigh escaped his lips as he looked forward to his first day of being inferior in just about every way, aside from the fact that his parents had some serious cash.

[IntenseInsanity]

Two days earlier...

"Yes mother, I promise I'll eat regularly, yes, yes I understand."

A young boy sat in the loud interior or a small, somewhat fancy-looking airplane. He was speaking through clenched teeth as the cellphone that leaned against his ear erupted with barks and cries and sobs. The woman on the other side of the phone, the boy's mother, (who had just parted might I add), was crying. She was simply wailing away, but the sobs soon ceased and the sound of the older female said sweetly,

"My darling daughter Shino... Oh Shino please work hard."

The boy (which you now realize is a girl) held back a ragged sigh, her eyes hard and emotionless while her voice cracked with sadness

"Yes, I'll try my hardest, mom. I love you-"

"Please prepare for lift off. Turn off all phone, tablets, laptop, and other electronics until told otherwise." Shino glanced up suddenly as the intercoms flashed to life and then died again, "Gotta go, mom. Love you, tell Kuro and Shiro and Chihiro and Dad that I miss them. Bye..." A breathless 'I love you' escaped from the other end and then Shino hung up. She turned in her seat, staring t the asphalt ground with emotionless eyes. A sudden presence sat next to her and he glanced towards the shape of a young woman who was readying for the flight. The woman turned and flashed Shino a sweet smile,

"Do excuse me, lad." And Shino gave a swift nod and turned away again. She suddenly ran a hand over her flat, wrapped, an well dressed chest while toying with her short hair and grinning. being called lad made her feel happy. She returned to view to the window, a smile planted on her face. Right now, she was heading halfway across the small island of Japan, all the way to Tsuito. A new life.

Present day
7:50 AM
Cloudy/rainy.

Shino had been the first up, first downstairs, and one of the last to enter the school building. Her routine had gone as followed: wake up before roommate had arrived/woken up, shower, dress in one of her most gentlemanly outfit, and hurry down to the lounge before any girls saw her in their dorm and mistaken her wrongly. Though, she knew that eventually she would get caught, it was best to keep her gender hidden for as long as she could, so she wouldn't defile her rather famous name of "The Detective Prince" or "The Teenage Detective". Shino was now hurrying the Homeroom 21, her hand making sure her paperboy cap wouldn't fall off as she ran against the oncoming wind,

"I thought stormy season was over!" She groaned as she felt the few first drops of rain splash against her face. She soon took refuge in the school building, gasping to catch her breath. Shino soon straightened, glancing around the slowly getting crowded building with narrowed eyes. Without realizing it she began to wander, brushing against the few students who were rushing along, eyes stone cold and emotionless. The sudden realization hit her like a train and she froze from her wandering. There were... People here. Talented people, rich people, famous people, people that would gently push passed her in the halls or ask for her name or ask for help if so needed. A faint flush tinted her already red cheeks as anxiety began to eat away at her, but she quickly swallowed her worries as she reminded herself of who she was. Kurosawa Shino, who deduced the solution for the murder of Mr. Satinoko. Kurosawa Shino, who kept her gender a secret for a whole year at middle school. Her stone cold eyes suddenly began to glisten with determination and she glanced up at the cieling and grinned. She was a teenage detective, a child prodigy, and she was damn well going to keep that title. Her eyes then began to glance around the slowly emptying hall, class was going to start soon. Now... Where was the classroom? She glanced about some more and soon caught sight of a peculiar looking boy, his hair was red and he looked a bit wet. He headed down the hall in front of Shino. She decided to follow him out of curiosity and analyst ion if the boy, and soon found herself in front of the room she was looking for, room '21'. A smaller girl stood just outside the door and Shino threw her a small glance before entering the room.

Quite a few adolescents had already gather inside, and Shino blinked, a small blush tinting her cheeks... and then noticed the teacher in front. She gave a swift bow an hurried to a secluded seat, which was not so secluded as it was by the red headed, freshly showered boy. She gave him a small glanced and then returned to stare to the front of the room with an emotionless gaze. Her head was high, back straight, shoulders back, making her look taller and much more mature then she actually was. Kurosawa Shino was going to dive into her first day of school with as much maturity and cleverness as she could muster.

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"Take any seat you want for now. I'll sort you out soon enough!" Ami called, a large grin spreading across her face. Her eyes dotted across the few children who had arrived and then she turned to stare at the paper that listed them out (with accompanied pictures).

Takeshi Ryuu
Michi Sato
Mikoto Kameyama
Christopher and Melody Rose Faunt
Shirasagi Saiga
Kurosawa Shino

She gave continual glances to the students, then the paper. More should be coming soon.

Time: 7:55

[Blazion]

It was a strange feeling to wake up in a foreign bed; stranger still to realize it wasn’t just the bed that was foreign. As she had the past few days, Alena couldn’t help but tense up as she awoke to the alarm and was greeted by the sight of the modern black walls and white cabinets. As the memories of where she was trickled in the young woman relaxed with a heavy, forlorn sigh and reached out to turn the alarm clock off.

She was already homesick.

Finding little motivation pumping through her Alena still managed to sit up and swing her legs off the bed, if only to start her morning ritual. The routine was comforting, even if the sights and surroundings inevitably changed with being halfway across the world from her home. Alena’s long fingers caught the edge of one of the window blinds as she went to pass, pulling it down for her to peek outside. The clouds were stained brilliant red and orange from the rising sun, but the dark underline to them suggested rain. Not that it was a particularly bothersome to her, Alena jogged through many a rainy and even snowy day. Of course, she was much more careful during the latter after the slipping incident. The blind snapped back into position as the young woman withdrew to prepare for her jog.

Teeth brushed after a nutrition bar, hair lazily combed and pulled back into a ponytail, and a jogging ensemble on – a simple white t-shirt and green jogging shorts – found Alena carefully making her bed before leaving, keeping the look of the room pristine. She doubted that her as of yet unknown roommate would appreciate a messy dorm and as her mother always told her, first impressions were forever. Which is why Alena had been keeping the room near perfect the past few days, even spartan, having arrived a few days early to gain her bearings in the foreign country and with no knowledge of when her roommate would show up. Being the first day of school however, even she could predict that today would be the day the other girl showed up.

Satisfied with her work Alena moved on, slipping on her worn runners on, and after a hesitant moment retreated back into the room to grab a dark grey hoodie as well. One last pocket check for her keycard – it had been pitiful when she forgot it last time and had to drag herself to the school’s main office – and Alena quietly crept her way out of the dorm building. She didn’t want to wake anyone else up accidentally, it was far too early than most cared for.

The feeling of hard pavement beneath her shoes made Alena immediately start running, the only thing preventing her from taking off being a few short warm up stretches in the brisk morning air. Feeling limbered up and wide awake from the cold nip of the air the athlete pulled her hood up before finally taking off at a steady pace. She didn’t quite have a set route yet, but enjoyed a sprawling exploration of the grounds so far.

The clouds had definitely grown darker by the time Alena found her way back to the dorms, no cheerful colors tinting them deceivingly. She could only thank her luck that it hadn’t started raining while she was out; running in soaked clothes was never fun. As she climbed the stairs Alena glanced to her watch, the face blinking back that she had just enough time for a quick shower to look presentable before class. As pleased as she was by this, Alena didn’t notice the new addition to her dorm room and let out a rather unladylike yelp as she tripped over the luggage on the floor. It took her a few seconds of staring quizzically at the source of her new position on the floor before it clicked.

“Hello?” Her greeting was swallowed by the silence of the room, no response breaking the tranquility. A small surge of disappointment filled her as Alena realized she had missed meeting her new roommate. She pulled herself up and instead moved to get some appropriate school clothing for her shower. Missed meeting or not, her parents would have her hide if they learned she was late for her first day of school.

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In another section of the dormitories, Valora Sirasagi couldn’t help but feel unnerved as she surveyed her own dorm room upon waking. It was not hard to tell she had a roommate, one that had been there, but that she could never seem to catch. She began to worry at her bottom lip with her teeth as she thought of her morning, having briefly been awoken by quiet movements in the small room but having foolishly let herself drift back off to sleep. It was far too early for her to start stressing over her mysterious companion for the next year. By the time her alarm had woken her properly the dorm was empty, leaving Valora once more in the dark about her companion.

Not that it mattered, of course! Valora would have no problem not knowing anything about her roommate, or what she did, or where she hailed from, or if she was a psychopath.

’In 2000, approximately 1,561 youth under the age of 18 were arrested for homicide.’ Like clockwork the young woman’s mind shot to the worst possible scenario, and provided a helpful statistic to go along with the likelihood of it happening. Valora’s teeth dug into her lip harder, and she tried not to hyperventilate as increasingly exaggerated scenes unfolded in her mind’s eye. Only hearing the thud of something hitting the ground in the dorm room next to hers snapped Valora from a mild panic attack. A few deep gulps of air and telling herself she was being ridiculous had Valora moving again, dreading leaving the relative safety of the dorm room. At least she shared a homeroom with Sai; not that he’d be very comforting aside from the knowledge of his presence being there.

A quick wash up cleared her mind, accented by the repetitive motion of brushing her long, red curls and the usual fretting on making sure her bangs covered her blinded and scarred eye. After dressing in an inconspicuous outfit consisting of a white blouse and light-blue, modest knee-length skirt Valora felt much better. Of course she’d meet her roommate soon enough, they just kept missing on another. They’d introduce themselves soon enough, and it would be a completely normal young lady. Comforted and feeling better for the day ahead Valora pulled on her dark jacket, confident about facing the day. Shouldering her book bag Valora stepped outside the dorm, carefully locking it in place behind her and went to go on her way.

Well, she would’ve anyway had she not walked into a tower of toned muscled and gangly frame. Valora’s unclouded grey-blue eye slid up from the black trackpants of the stranger, across the dark grey hoody and passed the long, silky red hair to meet the rather surprised face of the tall girl. After a moment the other girl’s tanned face broke into a wide grin, and Valora averted her gaze to their feet.

“Sorry,” Valora whispered, it luckily being rather quiet. Otherwise a small breeze could’ve carried her words away, unheard.

“Don’t worry about it!” The large grin remained plastered on Alena’s face, and she shifted the backpack across her shoulders to readjust it to a comfortable position after the bump. Not that she was particularly jostled by the much smaller girl. For a moment they stood in awkward silence before Valora dipped her head, muttering a weak ‘excuse me’ and swiftly departing. Alena stared after her, puzzled and subtly running a finger along the spine of the book shoved into her hoody – a pocket dictionary of Japanese to Russian, complete with a small crash course guide on mannerisms, just in case. Her Japanese teacher back home was very good with her lessons though, so Alena was pretty sure she didn’t do anything offensive this time though …

‘Maybe she’s just shy.’ Alena comforted herself, soon following after the other girl towards the school.

Much to Valora’s discomfort the following was quite literal, even once they entered the school Alena only a few steps behind her. As jittery as she was around all the people in the school, having a tag-along was not helping. On turning another corner and finding that the other girl continued to follow her Valora stopped abruptly, only good reflexes stopping Alena from repeating their bumping greeting in reverse. Valora turned, tilting her head back to look up to Alena, and promptly lost all her nerve to confront her. For Alena’s part her once friendly grin was awkward, and strained. She had noticed their intertwined paths as well, and just held up her hands to show she meant no harm.

“I swear I’m not following you.”

“Isn’t that what someone would say if they were caught following?” Valora bit her tongue after the words spilled out, not wanting to aggravate the obviously much more powerful stranger. Alena shrugged helplessly.

“My homeroom is this way. Twenty-one.” As soon as the number left Alena’s lips Valora began to worry at her bottom lip again, trying not to get worked up over the coincidence. That’s all it was, a coincidence.

“… Mine is the same.” She finally admitted, which cause Alena to brighten.

“That’s awesome! Great to meet someone from my class already!” Alena stuck her hand out, her smile returning to the natural, cheerful state. “I’m Alena Rurik – or, well, I guess Rurik Alena here.” Valora hesitated a moment before grasping the other girl’s hand, letting her shake enthusiastically.

“Shirasagi Valora.” Her hand felt a little numb when she finally got it back.

“Walk you to class?” The innocent offer had Valora looking away, but she just gave a small, timid nod in return. The walk would be less awkward if Alena wasn’t shadowing her steps. A small conversation struck up as they began their journey once more, or rather a one sided monologue consisting of Alena chattering away cheerfully and Valora making small noises to show she was listening, while not having the nerve to even meet the other girl’s gaze. Much to Valora’s relief it didn’t take long to reach their class.

As soon as she entered Valora’s eyes slid across the occupants of the room, finding her brother right where she expected him; in a back corner by the window. The scowl across his face was a clear indicator of his mood, but despite it Valora couldn’t help but raise her hand to give him a small, meek wave of greeting before turning her attention away, not wanting to catch his ire and instead finding a seat to the side, close to the door. To Valora’s surprise Alena immediately took possession of the desk next to her, the girl shifting awkwardly with her height to get her legs comfortable – it seemed she was just growing into it.

Once comfortable Alena excitedly scanned the room without even hiding her examination of their classmates. Valora couldn’t help but notice how the other girl’s gaze lingered just a little longer on the other two (readily apparent) girls in their class. She didn’t think much of it, and for now Alena seemed content to just take in the new environment while they waited for class to begin.