Cherryhill was not your usual city. Spare the wars that the highschoolers went through, the schools themselves were considered an oddity. To begin with, there was the school in the north, Suzaku High, the all-boys school that had their fighting numbers limited to the Student Council members and the numerous (but not as numerous as it should be) Class Representatives. Due to their fancy uniforms and their rather long line of elegantly loaded banchous, they have been dubbed "The Snobby Brats of the North".
Then there was their sister school, Byakko, the school that catered to girls with rather above average physicsal abilities. A new school, their desire to fit into Cherryhill has often branded them as hotheaded andpathetic, throwing themselves into fights no matter whether or not the challenge had been issued to them. Recently the school has been doing better in collecting themselves and not being so giddy, but the nickname "Wannabe Yankees of the South" still sticks to this day.
Then there was Genbu, the school that, out of all four, seemed the most normal. The Student Council was assigned to scold the delinquents (that didn't threaten them), the student body feared thge delinquents and the delinquents, in a sense, ruled over the student body. Genbu was like any other school you expected to see in another normal town.
Then there was Seiryuu.
TIME: NOON; LUNCH BREAK
SEASON: EARLY SPRING
DEATH TOLL: EIGHT
THe Dragon Fang of the East, the real one, sat in his hospital bed, bandaged head to toe. He was the old banchou of Seiryuu, his rank and title stolen by hum from the current Dragon Fang. Its not even as though the title was passed down from banchou to banchou, Akira Kogou merely liked to steal ranks as well as titles when he rose the scales.
Speak of the devil.
"Fucking hospital staff won't let me in the feont door cuz of sshitty regulations bout scissors and shit," explained the banchou in an irritated voice before tossing a handful of pretty weeds tat him. If the patient hadn't been encased in a bunch of bandages and could flinch, he wouldve. Akira's kind flowers were usually riddled with bees or spiders or some other creepy crazy shit he picked up on way to the hospital. Sometimes they were dead, sometimes they weren't. Ometimes they were cut up all neat like, other days they were minced haphazardly. This was one of thos days.
As the patient screamed a muffled scream, for the sight of minced spiders on your bed was never a nice one, Akira descended out of sight.
"You have bits of glass on your shirt," commented the Meds Lady to which Akira hissed an annoyed, "Scissors. Bitch, hand 'em over." Hana Tsubaki, the Dragon Tamer, handed them without a fight but commented, "Remember, these are new and are supposed to last you a year at the least. Damage them before then and its back to knives with you, you man."
"Blah, blah, shut your fucking mouth broad. I'm going to Katsuro's."
"Lunch first, and that's at school, so that's where we're going. Remember, you have to eat everything in youyr bento." Akira made an animal like noise of displeasure. Sometimes he wanted to just kill the girl and get on with it, but no doubt his mother would ship him abroad to that physciatrist she'd been threatening him about. So, he grudgingly made his way to Seiryuu, though he sped off ahead of Hana, not really eager to spend a moment longer with her.
Meanwhile, at school, a blonde haired boy popped a straw into his juice box, taking a sip out of it as he looked at his surroundings. Yuuta "Nono" Nonozumi was currently at the rooftop, as well as several other delinquents eating lunch or smoking or making out. As usual, there was a great lacking of students at the high school, the only ones gathered either students that attended their classes or students that needed a close meetup spot before going out and causing havoc. In fact, Nono mused that although the school bragged to hold at least a thousand or so students, he had never seen that many gathered at the school, or even simply half of it. He had seen large groups of Seiryuu students whenever there was a large fight going on, though they averaged to maybe a hundred or so- never more.
"Ah!" Exclaimed Nono at the sight of a familiar brown that streaked round the grounds below him, no doubt Toto, having escaped from his apartment once more and searching for him here. "Toto!" He shouted with glee, not bothering wth the stairs, opting instead for a quick route down via treee.
Leaping on the first branch with faux elegance, he slipped, dodging a sharp hidden branch that would have implaed him had he been standing.
He continued down the tree with slight ease, mother nature seeming to bend at his wil, literally bending its branches to allow Nono a safer and more safer passage to the ground. Nono, whose first time being on a tree and decending one was at the present moment, failed to see its importance.
"Toto!" He greeted once more at the dog that rushed toward him, a bag of stolen groceries in his mouth. Nono had been rather low on funds and donations for the week, hence his juicebox lunch, and it seemed as though Toto understood. Peeking into the bag, Nono found it filled with a weeks worth of cup ramen, bentooboxes and separetly packed flavoured riceballs. No doubt stolen from a persson also low on cash and was spending only on the cheapest foods, but Nono didn't seem to care about the repurcussions, enveloping his do in a hug as he cooed, "Aw you sweetheart, you didn't have to~"