[Center][I]Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch.
Orson Welles[/I][/center]

Lunch, what would one do without the set time that was lunch. For most people it was a reprieve to rejuvenate and recollect oneself during the midst of a long day. With as early as the 1580s, fields men, and those working since before even the birds had awoken would take a small meal to keep one's self able to perform the labor required to run a household and acquire substance for life. Ueda himself preferred to compare himself to one one of those urban factory workers of the 19th century, that were the first to venture forth in the grand journey that would one day become the modern lunch that we know it. One small thing that humanity has to thank for the industrial complex for its creation. Some might say that the foundation of lunch may even outweigh the negatives. For global warming, the abuse of human beings, nuclear proliferation, and the general progress towards the end of life on earth was all worth it for the creation of the time that would been known as Lunch. For where would humanity be without Lunch?

Ueda did not know the answer to this question, nor did he seem worth it to invest the time into creation one of many possible doomsday scenarios surrounding it. For instead he preferred to focus on the things that were clearly known to the world and not hidden behind the smoke and hazy possibility of "What Ifs". And what he knew was that lunch was a sacred time to not be tainted by deep thought, and thinking beyond what was barely needed to survive. It was a students time, to escape from the overbearing pressure of trying to be perfect in every class, to just pass the class, or to just awake during what seemed like an endless amount of useless exposition. And so he left room 3-04 with no more thoughts of angular velocity or the political structure of the Kamakura period. Instead his thoughts drifted mainly to anything else really. Though nothing in particular for the most part, giving small bits of attention to any thought that drifted into his mind, but not with the length required for a lasting psychological or thought provoking impact.

He sat down at table with the simple katsu-sando, he had acquired from the ravenous war zone of scavengers, ne'er-do-wells, and casualties of war one would expect from the lunch line. He was dragged along to sit a table, of a loose association of ladies and gentlemen that Mr. Nobuyuki could venture as far as calling them friends For friends were something, Ueda had no trouble of gathering it seemed. He could think of why, really for he never went out of his way to try and be friends. But people found him friendly and helpful, "Not an ass" was a favorite. So he sat at the table and followed social cues and norms, when it was applicable to do so, as if also following a script that was tiring and bland. He laughed when he should of laughed, smiled, and even added in his own thoughts as his friends talking about the new year, and ideas in a jumble of excitement and life. Though he was dragged back into active discussion when one of his friends Hideo tapped him on his shoulder as he looked off in the distance looking contemplating nothing much.

"Hey Nobuyuki-senpai, look outside the window." Ueda titled his head puzzled for a moment before nodding and looking out towards the nearest window. Outside he saw a girl, a face that seemed unfamiliar to him. She was sitting under a tree all by herself, sitting proper looking comparable to a pristine Renaissance statue in terms of form and general presentation of one's self. 

"Yes, there is a girl sitting outside eating lunch. Is there anything special about it? Does she secretly murder small children or something?" He asked Hiedo

"Her name is [B]Mizukimura[/B] Tomohina." 

"Mizukimura.... you don't mean. Mizukimura... like the CEO?" Ueda asked remember seeing the name on the The Asahi Shimbun."

"Exactly! Apparently Hideo is in her class, and she acts like the perfect image of a 19th century Yamato Nadeshiko. It just seems so odd."

"Well... I don't know, people choose how to represent themselves it is not like you get to tell me, to not walk with a cane and just let my legs collapse." Ueda responded.

"Sure, whatever but imagine the money that is backing behind her. Imagine her house and her life...." But by this point Ueda was not listening he was thinking to himself as he looked out the window. And before he knew it, or was able to actually accept it his brain had already made a decision.

"I'm going to go talk to her." He declared as he began to stand.

"What?! Dude you can't just go over there and go talk to her." Hideo said shaking his head, putting a hand to his shoulder gently to try and prevent him from moving.

"And why do you say this, my friend?" Ueda asked raising an eyebrow as he grabbed his cane.

"Because! She is a girl that probably has like 10 Maids and a helicopter at home! And you, you are..." Hideo explained fumbling around with his words.

"I'm a what? A degenerate, aloof, son of a poor inn owner, who does not give a care in the world, and only claim to fame is that I'm friendly and help people with their life issues?"

"I was not going to use such harsh words... I was just going to say different."

"Of course you were. Well I'm going to go anyway. Because nobody deserves to be all alone at lunch on the first day of school. That is just cruel." Ueda declared.

"Well its your own funeral man." Hideo muttered under his breath.

Ueda smiled shaking his head as he walked towards the doors leading to the outside world, at a slow pace, his cane tapping against the ground gently. He pushed the doors to the outside realm open and stepped outside. And oh so suddenly he was greeted by the cool air and the sun shining down behind him. He looked up and let out a grateful sigh to get out of the cafeteria and be able to hear himself for a moment. He then directed himself towards the girl sitting under the tree, eating cherries in quiet reserved silence. He saw the white cane, next to her and immediately realized why she was at the school little that it mattered. He then decided that he had to go charge into the unknown sooner or later.

He walked up to her leaning against his cane, as he leaned on his cane underneath the shadow of the tree. He let out a sigh as he looked up at the sky and did what he did best, he just began to talk and probably in not the best form did not even bother introducing himself. “You know I was going to ask you why somebody would sit outside alone. But know that I’m out here, I realized it isn't really being alone. You have the company of the birds, the trees, the insects, the sky, the wind. It’s actually nice isn’t it?