Before she was even given a chance to answer, the sweetest voice Kyle ever heard rung out from the top of the stairs. Turning to face towards it Kyle was instantly awestruck. What could only be described as a divine messenger of the gods, stood an incredibly beautiful girl, long violet hair, saucer plate eyes, she was literally a living, breathing porcelain doll. Not just any kind of doll either, dolls couldn't talk, yet this one was and it had the voice of an angel. Kyle wasn't even listening to what she was saying, just the sound of the voice itself. Completely paralyzed, he emitted a sound that could only be described as a prolonged, choking groan as he stared completely dumbstruck.
Despite having curtsied and left, Kyle continued to stare at the same spot she stood in for several more seconds. Slowly it dawned on him that she had gone and he slowly lifted his hand and stared at it before running it through his hair, front to back.
"Is today...even fucking real?"
'... As she says, just down this hallway. If you would follow me?' The monotonous tone of the PDA bringing Kyle back to reality, Fuyuki began walking off in the direction of the classroom.
Kyle slowly began climbing the stairs, still somewhat dumbstruck he spoke to no one in particular, "Uh...yea...class, *ahem* we should uh...we should get going."
The morning bell rings, signalling the official start of the school year. Classes are rudimentary, following the same standard procedure as every other school in Japan, teachers teach, students learn, the occasional hand is raised for the use of a hall pass or a "bathroom break". There are exceptions of course, not every student has to live with just physical debilitations. As the day progresses and the sun rises higher in the sky, the bell strikes again, filling the campus with its rings, signalling that the first classes of the day are done and it is time for lunch. Eager and hungry students quickly fill the halls of Yamaku as they make their way towards the cafeteria to purchase food or to the grounds with specially prepared homemade lunches. Yamaku, as versatile as ever, not only anticipates, but also encourages its students to enjoy the quiet country side and breathe deep of its rich mountain air.
Despite having curtsied and left, Kyle continued to stare at the same spot she stood in for several more seconds. Slowly it dawned on him that she had gone and he slowly lifted his hand and stared at it before running it through his hair, front to back.
"Is today...even fucking real?"
'... As she says, just down this hallway. If you would follow me?' The monotonous tone of the PDA bringing Kyle back to reality, Fuyuki began walking off in the direction of the classroom.
Kyle slowly began climbing the stairs, still somewhat dumbstruck he spoke to no one in particular, "Uh...yea...class, *ahem* we should uh...we should get going."
The morning bell rings, signalling the official start of the school year. Classes are rudimentary, following the same standard procedure as every other school in Japan, teachers teach, students learn, the occasional hand is raised for the use of a hall pass or a "bathroom break". There are exceptions of course, not every student has to live with just physical debilitations. As the day progresses and the sun rises higher in the sky, the bell strikes again, filling the campus with its rings, signalling that the first classes of the day are done and it is time for lunch. Eager and hungry students quickly fill the halls of Yamaku as they make their way towards the cafeteria to purchase food or to the grounds with specially prepared homemade lunches. Yamaku, as versatile as ever, not only anticipates, but also encourages its students to enjoy the quiet country side and breathe deep of its rich mountain air.