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Long ago there was once a war that threatened to burn not only Earth by the Universe. It was known as the First War of The Roses fought between at least two factions the Blue Roses whom fought for unity, honor, life, and for humanity. The Red Roses believed in similar ideals but were still different in their own ways. The Red Roses believe in harmony, order, justice, and seeing that truth be upheld. The two fought a bitter war with unnatural powers and the world would burn with their passion. However for one reason or another the fighting ended. The reason has been lost to time and the new millennium. It seems however the war truly did not end...young men and women have been fighting for who knows how long. It seems that a new set of teams have been chosen in a small city near Tokyo. The city is more urban than city and not so very small that it would be considered a different city all together. However all that was right in this small town named Asakura is about to fall down quickly...for the War of the Roses is starting at the new school year brings anew the chaos of the roses...
It was the first day of school around 2013 of September when school is about to start back up at the town of Sakura. It is a beautiful day out the sun is shining and it is almost time for school. Unlike most schools the small town of Asakura allows it's students to come in around 9:00AM at the latest. Those who come in earlier are allowed to tutor and get caught up with their work. However today all students are expected to come in around 7:42AM for the opening day. The time is currently 6:50 am. Most of the kids are now just waking up for the day all of which are unaware for what is about to happen in this town. The mail men are making his routes and it seems that the day couldn't possibly be bad besides for the fact that school is up and running now. This years has proven to be exciting as there are new teachers, students, and officials in the schools now. Including a new principle.
Aizen Mori, a descendent of the famous Mori family of the Samurai Era, had woken up not just ten minutes ago. Mori had just gotten out of the shower and had gone to put on his school uniform in his room. Aizen's room was sparkly clean, the work of his mother who had made him do so yesterday, and he had already made sure to get done his school work over summer break. His homeroom teacher, Mr. Ishida, had been his homeroom teacher last year and he hoped that he was not put with the same group of misfits once more. It was such a freaking bummer that he had to go back to school. He had to deal with his freaking anime club again and his president was an asshole always praising the big three animes for being better. Screw Hakamako and his cronies. Aizen thought to himself as he looked at himself in the mirror wishing his hair was not as spikey as it was.
It was a inherited thing from his grand father whom had been a lot like him at his age. As Aizen stared at him himself in the mirror he decided to look himself in the eyes and mentally prepare himself but that got boring quickly and he grabbed his manga and shove it in his pants, this one was an old Yu-Yu-Hakusho one, and decided to get a move on to school. He went down stairs and saw his father, his father had recently gotten a day off for an extremely good contract he made with another company (Aizen's father works as a executive for a fish company and has made a merger). He waved to his dad and grabbed some food from the kitchen as he waved to his mom and made his way outside. Where he nearly ran into the mailman, "Oh hello there Ai how are you today? I got a delivery for you. Strange because I also had to deliver eight more like it on my route earlier. Anyways here you go!" said the mailman whose name as Kenji Matsumi. He had been a mailman for over twenty years now and he had gotten really well known for his dedication to the town. Before being a mailman he had been a pretty well known politic in the Kanto Region but he stress of the job had made him give up and move. "Yeah thanks Mr. M....what's that the RX-78?" Aizen said as he put his packaged food in his backpack and grabbed the little thing. It was the RX-78! But how he hadn't ordered it but it was addressed to him? He didn't even collect plush toys! Whatever it was his now! Kenji had shrugged at Aizen's question and had put the rest of the mail in the box and had walked away wishing him luck at school. The whole ordeal had been a pain in his ass. It had taken him another fifteen minutes to go through all of that. He looked at the little guy's hand and it had a paper wrapped around it and it was blank. Wow really helpful. Aizen rushed upstairs and put the doll on his bed before going back downstairs and then taking off at a fast paced walk for school. He had a feeling that the plush toy would be a pain in the ass...and who were the other eight people to get the damn the things.