Reiko, deciding it better not to be picked last as she was certain would be the case, instead decided to simply join Kotone - that was what Himeji-sensei said, right? - and her team on the other side of the net. Standing with her team, she remained silent, giving her teammates a nod of knowing. She looked across the net to the opposing team. They were certainly lively, or maybe it was just loud - one of the pink hairs seemed to have a following. Right, that was the other student in the running for assistant class reprentative, so she was popular. Or popular enough, anyway, to warrant a following. Comparatively, Kotone's team was quieter, and looked less interested in playing than Reiko thought possible.

"Hey....Kotone-san," Reiko addressed the team captain, turning her head to look at the girl, "Let me serve."

Reiko had little experience with serving, or with most sports in general, but right now she had anger towards Himeji-sensei. and pretending the white ball was her gym teacher's head was bound to work. "And...let's win. I want to win."

Normally, Reiko would be as indifferent about this game as anyone else, but she had something to prove now. Or, more technically, she had someone to impress, and the small blush on her cheeks revealed her true intentions for the sudden burst of competitive spirit.

Late, so late. How rotten, but hey at least she made it to Japan in one piece. It took all of Haru's courage to suffer the everlasting plane ride from Texas to Japan. Planes just weren't natural... Metal contraptions shouldn't fly with a bunch of people on board and their lives in the hand of one person. If they done screw up, then they all had a low chance in survival. She hated planes... But it was going to be worth it now that she had moved to Japan to attend some fancy shmancy school. She was sure to make Pa proud up their in the clouds and Ma would be happy as well.

Getting out of taxi in front of the Academy's gates, the blonde haired teenager put a hand over her brow to block the sun out from her blue eyes. She wore the uniform, figuring she might as well dress for it since she was going to be late. The end of her long hair was tied together by a hair band, making it so strands of yellow hair didn't go flying everywhere. Despite the dress code, the woman still had her trusty dusty leather brown cowgirl hat.

Swishing a long strand of hay from the corner of her mouth to the other, the fairly tall girl grinned a little. Now she didn't care for the dress code, skirts just felt unnatural, but she eagerly grabbed her fairly large suitcase with one hand and headed through the courtyard. There a woman dressed neat white uniform walked out, holding a clipboard while her black hair was tied up. Most likely one of the teachers at this school that was to help her out a bit. She had called a ahead of time letting them know she would be a bit late today, not having too much time to take a look around.

"Howdy! Shure nice ta meetcha Ma'am. Ah'm the foreign student, Haru Kinamoto. Or uh... Guess it's Kinamoto Haru here huh? Anyways ah'm mighteh sorry ah'm late, shure easy to get lost around these parts." the country girl spoke! her accent apparent and probably sounded quite odd in Japanese. Still, she was polite.

The teacher just raised a eyebrow before nodding a little. "Yes, since you are late and the school believes it would be good for you to socialize with the other students, you should head straight to class. Luckily, you already have your uniform on. Though it seems according to your schedule, you should be in P.E right about now. I suppose that is good, considering you can meet a lot of people. If you need assistance I'm sure all you have to do is ask the teachers or students. Here is your room number and schedule, I will show you to your room where you can dress in your uniform and set down your things before showing you to the fields." the teacher explained before she started to walk in the building.

Haru only smiled brightly as she eagerly followed along, easily keeping up with the shorter woman. It felt being taller then a lot of people in the country, that and having blonde hair. Well... She did see some people with dyed hair so that's apparently a thing too. P.E was a fun thing for her, considering she was athletic due to her farm life. Such a life had her body toned and a bit muscular. Tan skin with calloused hard hands, nothing like a gentle woman's. Her feet were the same way, hard from hours of walking.

Now it wasn't like she was a fighter, sure she could if she wanted to but it wasn't like she was a expert or trained for it like some people. She knew how to use a gun, a fun little hobby shooting cans as a kid or having to use one to put down a animal, but that was the extent of it.

"Shure thing Ma'am. Ah'm shure excited to be here! Can't wait to start the day!" Haru cheered as she whistled, swishing the piece of hay to the other side.

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It didn't take too long to set her things in her room, change, and head to Gym. After all, Haru didn't take long to change clothes, she wasn't all that interested in fashion or making herself look good. The shirt she had on was a bit snug on her, mostly around the chest. It was pretty average, maybe a C but she supposed it was decent for Japanese folk.

As she was led to the athletic field, Haru noticed the students were already starting their athletic activities. Much to the teachers surprise, the country girl jogged ahead as she cupped her hands on either side of her mouth."Howdy y'all! Haru Kin.... Er... Kinamoto Haru here. Nice ta meetcha!!!" Haru shouted, watching as some students looking at her oddly but she just grinned cheerfully.

Might as well greet everyone at the same time with a great shout. Luckily Haru could get quite loud when she wanted to.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

"I, um... I j-j-just, um... S-s-sorry, um..." Nadeshiko quivered more and more. She was just trying to apologise to Himawari... Why was she screwing up so much? Could it be that her doujins were... Wrong?

...No, that would be ridiculous.

"J-j-just... I, um... W-we b-both have the s-s-same hobby and, um, uh..." Unable to stop herself from imagining Himawari enjoying one of her works, a trickle of blood slowly started to drip from Nadeshiko's nose. It was always nice to know that a cute girl appreciated what she did, after all, and Himawari was cuter than most. That tsundere attitude of hers was especially adorable; not only that, but it made her the perfect bottom whenever she wrote about the swim team. Ah, it was just so... So...

...She was spacing out again, wasn't she? Quickly wiping her nose, the tiny pervert bowed in apology.

"J-j-just thought y-you'd... I m-m-mean, um... Uh... Um... R-r-really if it h-helps you c-c-can touch my b-butt too! I... I w-w-wouldn't mind... At all... Especially if it w-w-was such a c-c-cute girl doing it eheheh..." Gulping once again, she tried to compose herself for the final apology. "Or, um, uh... M-m-maybe j-just a... A k-k-k-ki... A k-k-kiss?"

"..."
"..."
"..."

What could she say? What could she say to all of that?! Himawari was at a loss. How... how did something like an apology turn into this though the mind of that pervert?! How could she address any of it? It was just ridiculous, every word that came out of this girl's mouth was more and more perverted! And she really really recognized her, there was no getting around that... She'd just... she'd just... been around, and the doujinshi were there, and she had money to spend and it wasn't like she wanted to but they were there! Yeah... that was it. Clearly, there was no other explanation that had to be it clearly. It wasn't like she read them in private or anything she really didn't seriously totally not lying there at all she just goes in private for things! It was so hard to even say anything, though, in the face of all this... this... perversity!

Suggestion she touch... touch her like that... or a kiss?! That was it. Himawari couldn't help but just explode at that.

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST APOLOGIZE LIKE A NORMAL PERSON?!" she shouted, "Say 'I'm sorry'! Not any of this... th-this... weird... perverted... h-how does touching you make it any better?! A-and you're... and you're... saying a-all this weird stuff when if you just said I'm sorry it would be over and done with! B-but... wh-why would a-any of that be an apology?! Th-this isn't an h-doujin! This really isn't!"

Regan looked over as she heard someone shouting across the athletic field. An... American? That was her guess, anyway. What an accent, too! Speaking Standard was so... stifling, maybe she should speak normally a bit more often, herself. She cups one hand to her mouth and responds, smiling. "Hello~, Kinamoto-san!" She smiles before going to intercept the girl. She didn't feel like shouting much, to be honest, but she could at least greet the girl in a similar manner.

When she gets up to the girl, she extends a hand to shake. She's at least a little familiar with western culture, thanks to her father. "Hey there. I'm Hiryuu Regan, pleased to meetcha. I'm from Osaka, how 'bout yerself?" Aaah, it felt good to speak the way she wanted to for once. Really good! She looks the girl over... real cute! And a figure she'd expect from a foreigner, too. Her own figure was largely from her German half... or so she figured. No way she got her chest from her mother.

Rika might have better counted herself lucky Tohru didn't notice Mira-chan playing with her hair, otherwise the actress might end up in the same glare of demise the girl was firing at Haruka across the field. This was no longer just some petty sport to Tohru. One on side stood her advesary, possibly catching the teen's harsh and determined eyes narrowing into vengeful blades to cut her down, her amber eyes blazing with an insatiable flame of retribution as she popped her knuckles and loosened her tense neck. It wasn't much about winning this stupid game though. It was more about defeating her nemesis in battle, by whatever means necessary. Perchance Tohru could score a lucky hit and that white ball of death would go crashing with all her fury into the smug face of that military brat. Still....this was highly irrational this anger she harbinged to Haruka, especially when the girl barely laid a hand on Tohru let alone speak a few words to her. But that kiss...on Mira-chan's hand?! Oooh! Now she was burning again, her mind once more blacking out into her obscure and fantastic delusions. There she was, a lone warrior upon the scarred lands of the warfront, staring down her opponent, the ill-famed Haruka-chan! Womanizer extraordinaire! But wait a sec? Why was Tohru the one in the dark armor and Haruka in the pure white? Gah! Whatever! Black always looked good on Tohru! In her mind, she was ready and willing to vanquish Haruka into the unforgiving abyss of the underworld...until-

"Howdy y'all! Haru Kin.... Er... Kinamoto Haru here. Nice ta meetcha!!!"

She was jettisoned from her fantasy by the most annoying and ear-screechingly painful voice it had ever been Tohru's misfortune to have viciously rape her eardrum. On instinct, she just had to turn her eyes away from Haruka, the glare now shaping into a glowering gawk of dumbfounding bewilderment. "Who the f*ck is that?" Everything about this chick screamed Gaijin! There was the hair, the tan, the accent, and...that hat. "Yup...she's a foreigner alright...." Which wasn't really all that bad. Alot of Tohru's interests were foreign. It was just....this wasn't the particular foreigner Tohru would want to associate with. Everything about this new girl reeked of the country, American Country. As long as she's more of a Johnny Cash or Hank Williams person, then I guess we might get along....but she says one thing...one little thing about nu-country, I'm adding murder to my rap-sheet.

Still, no point in shunning the cowgirl already. Raising up a nonchalant hand to greet the foreigner, Tohru spoke in...surprisingly fluent English. "Sup, my name's Tohru. Er....nice hat by the way."

"Hajimimasht-eeeeeaaahhh!" Rika couldn't help but squeal and shift away slightly as Mira began to unexpectedly play with her hair. She began to blush. Why was this cute girl getting so physical with her so soon after meeting one another? Not that she had any problem with this recent development whatsoever, but she was taken completely off guard and barely managed to regain her composure in time, shifting back to a more comfortable standing position. She managed to get out a smile to show that it was alright.

"Ah, it's alright. Your hair is really pretty too," she complimented nervously. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Regan observing their hair as well. Ah, for some reason she hadn't noticed her very much until now, as if she wasn't very noticeable for some reason. She turned to Regan to bow and introduce herself to her as well when all of a sudden a foreign voice shouted at them from far away, interrupting her. She turned her head to see what was clearly some sort of a cowgirl charging at them. "Ehhhhhh?!?!?!" She exclaimed. Well that was certainly something. She had interacted with some foreigners on occasion during her voice acting career, but she didn't expect to meet one under these circumstances. Kinamoto Haru, she said?

"Hey-ah, how you do today?" she said in Engrish with an extended hand to shake, not sure how to respond to this girl. Act naturally?

Haru grinned as a fairly tall girl with a bigger chest then even herself walk over. The blonde happily took the hand in her firm calloused hands and excitedly shook the offered hand. "My, nice at meetcha Regan. Good here Ah'm not the only one with a accent. Was thinking ah'd be the weird one around these here parts. Though must admit, yours sounds much more purrty. Born and bred in Texas, America that Ah am." she greeted before looking as a another person greeted her.

A fairly average tall girl, well to what Haru was used to seeing, with short black hair waving casually and greeting in fluent English. Another girl with pink hair, a pretty thing, greeted her in English as well. She wasn't sure why they were speaking English to her, well some folks back home warned of Japanese people possibly taking the chance to practice their English on her. Or they just wanted to make her comfortable. Either way, the country girl didn't mind.

"Nice ta meetcha Tohru!" Haru greeted the girl in English as well before glancing to the pink haired one. "You as well, Ma'am. Mighteh fine now that Ah'm here. You?" she continued in English calling her Ma'am since she didn't offer a name, shaking her hand eagerly as well.

"Nyehh. Thank you, Suehiro-san..." She beamed at the other pink haired girl, continuing to fiddle with her own hair until...

A loud, strange voice filled her ears. Mira turned to look at where the voice came from, registering a tall, yellowed hair girl walking over to their P.E. class. Shocked, and wide-eyed she slowly walked over to the obvious foreigner with the rest of the curious students. Up close, The girl who introduced herself as Haru was quite cute, in a very exotic looking way. She was surprised to see Tohru already there, speaking English to her. At that moment she started to see Tohru in a new light, thinking she was much cooler than she originally thought, and silently admiring her.

"H-hello... I am Mira Aino." She looked around nervously, blushing as she tried to speak English to the new girl. "The weather is nice today, isn't it?" One of the many practical phrases she learned how to say in English. She would have asked if she was American, but Haru had already cleared that up. She didn't exactly know exactly know a lot about Texas, but she did hear "America" and that was good enough for her.

Uhg. She should have expected it, she supposed, but the girl addressed her by her individual name. She even spoke good Japanese! Well, without tripping over her words, anyway. The flow, if not the form. Shortly, though, the girl was crowded around by her classmates, and Regan realized they'd left the volleyball game they were about to start to investigate the new girl. And if they were going to speak in English, well... "I hate to cut zis short, but I zink ve should be getting back to our volleyball game, yes? Before ze teacher returns to scold us for chatting instead of playing yet again. I believe ze ozer team could use anozer player, Kinamoto-san, if you vould like to join us."

Hopefully, if she kept persisting with the use of her family name in addressing her, the girl would catch on. It was a habit she was sure most students would understand, since she's American, but that didn't stop it from being rude.

She got the name flip when she introduced herself, even, how does she forget to use family names? And honorifics?! Honestly... one wouldn't have been so bad without the other.

"Sparring? Find me after school, the Aikido room isn't too hard to find," Kotone replied, forcefully pushing the ball in the direction of whoever the hell it was that was asking for it. Probably too hard. In fact, it was almost definitely too hard--if it kept going at that speed (or got knocked away without slowing), it was going to hurt someone eventually.

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

Nadeshiko's lip quivered for a moment, and then... She ran. The perverted girl ran off, with tears streaming from her eyes. She didn't run very fast, of course, since she was small and not exactly fit, but still...

All she'd done was creep out Himawari when she was trying to apologise to her. And now she probably thought she was a perverted freak, just like Rika did. This was... This was the worst first day ever! She was late for class, she was pressganged into being class representative, and now... And now a cute girl hated her! She just wanted to keep running until she reached the ends of the Earth, or at the very least her room. Maybe she could curl up in her bed and when she woke up this would all have turned out to be a bad dream...

"Hah... Haaaah..." She didn't quite make it to her room, though. In fact, she only just got to the nearest flight of stairs before almost collapsing in exhaustion. Slumping down on the steps, she rubbed her eyes as more tears fell out.

"Hah... She... She m-must h-h-hate me now, ahah... St-stupid... Why can't I..." At least this had happened when she was alone. If she'd went to PE... If anyone else had seen her like this... "...N-not my fault... C-c-can't help it..."

"... Eh...?"

That... that wasn't what Himawari was expecting... She just wanted an apology! She didn't want... okay, Nadeshiko was a huge pervert and an idiot, but... Himawari wasn't some bully or anything! She didn't want to go making anyone cry... that wasn't what she wanted to do at all! She just wanted people to stop being dumb and perverted! She didn't think that it would actually make her cry... Himawari looked at her feet for a moment, trying to resolve herself into doing... something. Finally... Himawari shook her head. There was really only one thing she could do...

"... Gaah, s-stupid..."

The brown-haired girl took off after Nadeshiko... and it didn't take long to find her. The girl wasn't fast at all, and... it looked like she had just collapsed at the stairs. Himawari... she didn't want this, all she wanted was for the black-haired girl to just say she was sorry... Slowly, Himawari approached, and after a moment's hesitation she knelt down beside the other girl.

"... H-hey... I..." Himawari struggled to try and think of something. This... gaah, she just... she just... okay, she had to be honest, she wanted to make Nadeshiko stop crying! ... But... only because it was her fault and all and that wasn't right! Slowly, she reached out and placed a hand on Nadeshiko's shoulder. "I... I... I-I didn't want you to cry, okay? I just... I j-just... wanted an apology... but I yelled at you, a-and... I didn't mean to upset you! I... I-i just... g-got embarrassed... and... and I... don't take this the wrong way, okay? But... I just... I just..."

Himawari took a deep breath.

"... I just don't want you to cry."

Reiko's eyes widened and an uncharacteristically feminine shriek left her mouth as she slapped at the fast moving ball. This caused her hand to sting and the ball to descend to the ground, spinning for a brief moment before stopping. It was clear that Kotone couldn't care less about the goings-on, but the very least she could do was focus that lack of interest on the other team. If she could cause a stinging hand injury so nonchalantly, imagine what could've been done to the other team. A victory by injuring the other players still counted as a victory right?

Reiko bent down, picking up the ball and holding it by pressing it against her fingers. She was so focused on both not getting killed by a wayward white ball and on the game that she failed to notice the new arrival, blonde, a really...obtuse accent, and a nuisance who was holding up the game.

"Hey!" Reiko shouted, "It's time to play! Can none of you FOCUS for a single MINUTE?"

She was upset. That wasn't good. She waited for the girls to take their place and took a breath. Placing the ball in her right hand and sticking it straight out, she tossed it up. WHIFF. Her left hand missed the ball and it plummeted back to the ground. "That didn't count." Reiko picked up the ball again and this time made contact, but the ball sailed into the net, dropping back to the ground. "DIdn't count."

Again Reiko wlaked over to pick up the ball, going back into position. With another breath, the ball was thrown into the air and with an audible SLAP, the white ball sailed over the net and the game, if it could be called that, was underway.

Damn, the whole place was brimming with Gaijins! First the American, and now....Regan was a German? The karate chick's unusual physique might have given it away to some people that she was of some foreign descent, but whenever that Deutschland accent broke through her lips and made its way to the ears of everyone around the field, including Tohru's, it was a dead ringer. Tohru was astonished yet amused at the same time, a mental image in her head of...whoelse...Regan stomping about shouting random stuff in German while wearing an SS hat and a square mustache, a image that no less had the rebel chick laughing her head off. "Heil ze Fuhrer!" She guffawed raising her hand upwards towards Regan in a mocking salute, a widened grin of a jester upon her brimming face with laughter. Likewise though, Tohru didn't see what was coming next.

*PANG!!*

It happened so suddenly! A flash of white! A sharp, bludgeoning blow to the head, and her face met the dirt, ceasing any laughing joy she was having then. "Ugh....what the f*ck....?" In a completely dazed stupor, the teen rose from the ground, stumbling slightly, noticing the culprit behind her swift and violent assault, the volleyball, but twas not just this sadistic sphere of white who shall take the fall. After all, that was the weapon the assailant utilized for Tohru's ultimate demise, now who was it? Still in a state of confusion, now culminating with a boiling red storm of rage coursing through her veins, Tohru's eyes only fell upon the other team's captain....Kotone. "Oh so that's how you wanna play, huh Yakuza Queen?!" With a rancor, Tohru shouted to the tall girl, clutching the ball with a furious death grip and snarling, baring her teeth in paroxysm like a rabid rottweiler. "It's on then!" Never had she played volleyball or any other sport in her lifetime, but for the serve she executed, damn was it pro...and definitely lethal.

Haru grinned a bit at the pink haired girl's English. She was a cute one, the country girl would admit. The boys must flock her like cattle to barrels of hay. "Nice ta meet ya Mira. The weather shure is mighteh fine today, lucky for me on the plane." she said in English politely tipping her hat to the much shorter girl. As The apparently German accented girl spoke in English as well, urging them to go play Volleyball, in which a boyish looking girl shouted at them to hurry up and pay attention.

Chuckling, the blonde looked at those who greeted her with a smile. "Volleyball eh? Well, shure don't want to keep them ah waitin. Ma'am." she spoke in Japanese, tipping her hat to Regan before heading to the court.

Haru wasn't a idiot, despite what people here probably thought. She knew she had left out common Japanese politeness of using family names and honorifics, but it was just Haru didn't care. It felt unnatural to her, and it felt like she was lying to herself. She hated lying or pretending. So she was just acting like her. If they wanted politeness, they get the Haru way.

"Aye Aye! Mighteh sorry Ma'am! Didn't mean ta hold up your here game." The tall American apologized with a bright friendly smile, despite the girls irritated like words.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as the girl attempted to serve a couple of times, but failed. Eventually she finally managed to hit the ball over the net. Though it seemed that Tohru was hit quite hard by it.

"Aye, ya alright there partner?" Haru asked with soft concern though still had a smile. Pretty confident the teen was fine considering was angrily challenging someone.

Shouting at Kotone proved to be rather ineffectual... since she wasn't really paying attention to the game at all, and had settled for standing, with her arms folded, and watching the girls who'd opted to do running instead. The giant girl's sexuality wasn't even a secret: she'd slept with enough people, even though absolutely nobody owned up to doing so (and really, who'd believe anyone that went and told? It sounded so inherently insulting), and admitted it when accusations were made. Thus, her choice of action if she wasn't interested in the day's sport? Watch the girls on the track team run and contribute the bare minimum.

When Regan returned, she regarded Tohru with an apprehensive gaze. She frowned slightly, deciding on how to react... with what she'd gathered of this one's character so far, and how close she felt to her (not much at all), it was probably safe to reject the joke outright, if it was even a joke. "Are you mocking me...? That's rather unwise."

However, her temper was steadied when Tohru got pegged with the ball. She put a hand to her mouth and let only the slightest chuckle escape. "Serves you right, Honada-san. You shouldn't make fun of others." With that, she takes her position up in front of the net. She'd be listening closely for a sneak attack from behind, too. Couldn't let Honada-san peg her in the back of the head, could she? "Aah... Shinobu-san, we're starting. You may want to-" There's the serve! Though, Honada's declaration...

"Aah... Honada-san. It wasn't Shinobu-san that hit you..." She looks back at the rocker with a grin that seemed to take pleasure in the girl's mistake. Man, Tohru was just making enemies today.

Mira smiled at the Gaijin when she responded back to her in English, and went back over to the volleyball game after she heard Red Shorts shouting at them. She took her place in the front since there was no where else for her to go. Truthfully, she would rather be in the back serving, but she didn't mind. Ehh... That girl must be really good. She got ready, waiting for Reiko to serve the ball over the net.

When she saw Reiko getting ready to hit the ball, she instantly became alert... But to her surprise, the server missed the ball a couple of times before hitting it... Right into Tohru's head.

"Ru-chan!" She gasped as the Tohru got knocked onto the ground. Luckily, her friend got up on her own and didn't need any help. Mira didn't want to embarrass Tohru by it being the second time she picked her up - Not that she minded helping her out. She smiled as Tohru yelled out at the other team, and turned to face the net again. There she saw Haruka on the opposing team, and went into day dream mode.

When suddenly, a new student (who looked almost to be a foreigner, especially with the accent) came over to the field to introduce themselves, Junko's patience wore completely thin. She was grinding her teeth and looked back and forth, from the opposing team chatting it up and to her own practically dead team. “Jesus, will we EVER play the game?” She thought, almost feeling like she was going to scream at any moment.

She noticed Reiko seeming just as irritated as her, eager to play. This brought a little bit more hope to Junko. Reiko prepared to serve the ball, and it looked like things were finally getting started...

“YEAH, YEAH ALRIGHT--” But then the ball bounced on the another player's head, Tohru, the one who was trying to skip class earlier. The force knocked her down and then temporarily postponed the game. Junko looked directly up in the air and groaned.

She glanced back to her team, twitching an eyebrow. Junko sat down on the ground and sighed, not paying attention to whatever was going on. “Let me know when you guys are gonna start playing.”