“Well you know how the song goes Kirika-chan. Don’t lose your way so easily like that,” Dana replied with a chuckle, amusement for this energetic girl only rising higher. “The First Year hallway is just down there and to the left. For lunch though…”

The grinning girl took pause to cross her arms and actually consider her options available. Did she have any friends? Maybe. Who knew? She had told so many lies that maybe even the idea of other people like her was a lie. But who could say for sure?

“Sure, you can hang out with me Kirka-chan. Oh ho, we’ll have all sorts of super lewd fun to show the others~” Dana said gleefully and she watched the other girl go before bouncing off herself to homeroom. Well this was interesting and it would only get better as time went on, right?

Yes, she would make it so. Entering homeroom was nothing special and the petite girl placed her bags away as she settled herself in her desk. Some faces she remembered from last year no doubt but she was waiting for one girl in particular. The infamous Alice Murray.

Oh how Dana loved to instigate and piss the Brazilian off! This would be a fun year after all.

"Hiya Alice," she called out from halfway across the lecture hall, waving with a manic grin that served to unsettle some of the other students around her. Must be the teeth.

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to." Leagsaidh giggled, though not in a rude way "Anyway, why wouldn't I want to sit next to you? You seem like a perfectly nice girl."

Again? Another blusher? That was twice today. She was on a roll. And there was still plenty of time to get a third for her hat-trick. And what was with that stare? Did she have something on her face? Maybe it was still red from her little 'chat' with Alice. Had she been crying without realising it? Her hand went to her face, but it was as dry as a bone. What had she been looking at? Leagsaidh's own cheeks went a light pink color as she sat down.

Touka was really surprised when the redheaded girl, who introduced herself as Leagsaidh O'Donnell, sat by her side and actually started to chat with her like it was nothing. She tried her best to reply to Leagsaidh as best as she could. However, when the other girl began to blush Touka wondered if they weren't just being awkward for no reason and smiled a bit when she thought about how silly they were being.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Miss Touka. Or should it be Touka-Chan here? Touka-Sama? Touka-Gozen, maybe? Or just Touka-han? No, that doesn't sound right. Too impersonal..." Leagsaidh detracted a little, pondering what honorific to address Touka with. Why couldn't it just be like Ireland where 'Miss' for unmarried women and 'Mrs' for married women would suffice?

"Heh, sorry. I'm still getting used to the culture here. I'm Leagsaidh O'Donnell, though just Lexy will suffice."

"Is it really right if I call you like that? We've just met and I don't was to be rude. Though, if you insist on that, I'd like you to call just Touka."

"Thank you for talking to me"? What kind of self-deprecation was that? How lonely does one have to be to end up thanking someone for talking to her? "I'm surprised. A pretty girl like you should be surrounded by people. Why is there no-one over here?" She didn't say it to flirt. She was simply stating a fact. Touka was a good looking girl - in fact, dare she say, she was absolutely gorgeous, in the least-homosexual way possible - yet she conducted herself with such timidity, like she expected Leagsaidh to suddenly get bored of her and walk off. It was obfuscating, to say the least. Maybe she was just bashful?

Lexy's next statement surprised Touka. She never had thought of herself as nothing but unfitting and, even though men always seemed to turn their eyes to her wherever she goes, no matter how she loathes them, this was the first time a girl other than Seika said that Touka was pretty.

Touka felt her cheeks getting warm from the sudden influx of blood, yet again, but thought that lying to her possible new friend wouldn't be right. She brushed her left bang aside and removed the eyepatch to let Lexy take a look at her fake eye, before saying "This is just one of the reasons why they avoid me." Touka covered it again once she was sure that Lexy had time to see the lifeless orb that occupied her eye socket "You see, I'm a cancer patient. Actually, my mother died of an eye cancer, so mine is genetic. All I can do is keep it at bay, but I'll never be free of the disease."

"While Japanese people welcome foreigners with open arms, they're harsh with those of their own that don't fit the norm. Being the illegitimate daughter of the Academy's de facto owner, doesn't help my case very much." Touka explained the reasoning behind the other girls' actions.

"I'm from Dublin, in Ireland. It's a beautiful country, though Japan comes pretty close." Her eyes lit up like candles as she spoke and she was getting increasingly passionate. "Eire, in its home tongue. Home to the shamrock, Guiness and Saint Patrick..

She paused thoughtfully "Actually, you might not know of Saint Patrick. He's more a Christian figure than a Shinto... Buddhist... erm, eastern figure.

Touka's eye shone a little when Lexy mentioned that she was from Ireland and talked about the Christian religion. The dark haired girl showed a sliver of enthusiasm for the first time ever since she got in the Academy when she said "I thought that you were European..." Touka paused and stuttered, still unsure if she should say the next thing that came out of her mouth "Lexy? Isn't Dubu... Duburiin... Dublin, the place were there's one of Europe's most famous colleges? I'm thinking of studying overseas once I graduate from here and that name came up during my searches for European colleges."

"I'm sorry, but I really don't know anything about Saint Patrick, the one that I'm more fond of is Saint Paul. His letters are one of the most beautiful part of the Holy Bible, in my opinion. Don't you think so?"

@White Feather



After her uncalled introduction, Kirika went to sit with a wide grin on her thin lips. She found a place besides a girl with short dark hair, somewhat big breasts and a pretty hat "Excuse me. Could I sit here, please? By the way, I'm Miyama Kirika, it's nice to meet you." Kirika bowed in an energetic manner, hitting her forehead in the desk "Ouch! That one hurt, but I'm ok, don't worry... by the way, I really liked your hat." The petite girl said while rubbing the red spot that appeared almost immediately on her forehead and playing brave as small tears streaked down her round face.

@Crimmy

Yoshida Mami

She had been approached. Hidden behind the shadow cast by her headwear, Yoshida Mami began to inwardly shake, the presence of another person in her space igniting the fear within her heart. Her initial expectations had been that the part of the lecture hall that served as their homeroom that she had placed herself in would be too distant from the doors and from other people to be considered a suitable seating place by anybody else, but she had thought wrong and someone was in the midst of sitting right next to her. She was quietly panicking, but it was still okay because they couldn't see her face! She had never been more thankful for her hat and hands in her life!

No, she had been more thankful she couldn't consider hiding herself from others something to thank all the time!

Lifting her head and tilting her hat up to give herself a better view of the person beside her, Mami was immediately exposed to the overly-happy and ... semi-injured figure that was Miyama Kirika. The excessive amount of exuberance exuded by the exceptionally energetic étudiante was frightening, and she could not help but shrink back slightly. But she had to persevere! It was like a mantra she repeated in her head; she needed to make friends here! She needed to be better at talking to people! She needed to-

It was cold. She was shivering again.

Mami coughed lightly, trying to reassure herself.

She needed to talk to this person! Climb the insurmountable wall that was her own fear!

Here it went.

"U-um, much obliged," replied Mami quietly, allowing herself to soak in the praise of her glorious headwear.

Hopefully ... it wouldn't be too bad after all?

@KoL

"Nonsense! If you don't feel comfortable calling me Lexy, then call me Lexy-chan!" Leagsaidh waved away the girl's concerns about being rude, "In all honesty, I'm happy with pretty much any nickname you decide to give me. Within reason, of course." She chuckled warmly at her own joke before continuing with a smile "I won't insist on much, Miss Touka-chan. As long as you feel comfortable, I really don't mind."

Leagsaidh noted the the surprise in the girl's face when she called her pretty, but kept schtum until she discovered the reason. Touka removed the eyepatch that Leagsaidh was only now noticing and showed her a glass eye. She went on to describe how she was a cancer patient, how her mother fell before it and that she seemed to be expecting the same. All the while, Leagsaidh sat and listened with polite remorse - that is, up until Touka said that the Japanese didn't like irregular people of their own culture. Her mentioning she was an illegitimate child only irked her more.

"That's not fair." she hissed quietly "It wasn't your fault, it wasn't your mother's - why are you the one being ostracised? Well, Touka-chan, it's their loss. I personally can't see the slightest fault in you. I'd rather be friends with you than with someone so backwater and ignorant as to judge a person based on appearance."

"And don't let being 'illegitimate' upset you," she said the word whilst making bunny ears with her fingers, " There have been many great people who were illegitimate children - Alexander Hamilton, Marilyn Monroe, Frederick Douglass - heck, even Pope Clement VII was born out of wedlock. You don't choose who you were born to, so it wouldn't be fair to judge you on that."

Leagsaidh laughed merrily when Touka mention Dublin and its colleges, glad they were on more cheerful topics "Which one are you after? Trinity? UCD? NUI? There are that many, I don't know where to start. Still, it's nice to see you were considering coming to the Emerald Isle. Just be careful of religion over there - a lot of people are rather zealous. Oh, and don't talk about the UK either, because that will unleash chaos."

Her jaw hit the floor when Touka mention the Bible, however. Oh boy. Nothing could prepare Touka for the rant she was about to receive.
"You read the Bible? You're a Christian? Touka-chan, you Japanese beauty, where have you been all this time!? I look out at the temples and shrines and mikos and sometimes I forget I'm not the only Christian in Japan. You might just have made my entire day. Nothing can bother me now!" The last line was tempting fate, perhaps, but for a few minutes, Leagsaidh felt untouchable. A Japanese Christian! And to think that she almost never noticed her! Right now, she didn't know what was stopping her from sweeping Touka up in a giant hug and singing her praises. Somehow, she managed to keep talking without squealing like a fangirl.

"I agree completely. Saint Paul was one of the best biblical authors. The writing, the passion, the morality - my favourite scriptures outside the Four Gospels. But I always felt a little alienated from the stories outside of the life of Jesus. I think everyone has to look at Jesus rather than what his disciples say. Yeah, sure, they're just trying to spread the word of God, but they might end up twisting it or making mistakes. That's the problem with the Church - it's looking at all these other things rather than Jesus. For heaven's sake, they still use the Old Testament! And they get so intolerant. Jesus came to help Sinners, did he not? So why are we so vicious in persecuting those who sin? Jesus never judged them and since he was the Son of God, that must mean God didn't judge them either. And if you think about it, it's never actually a person's fault when they do something wrong. They've either been raised to believe certain things or they have a mental issue. Neither of which can be helped. When things get desperate, we all do bad things, don't we? God made each and every one of us - he knows us. So surely He would know that we don't actually want to do bad things if we can help it. And don't get me started on all these restrictions and bans the Vatican keeps putting on people. For instance, not letting gay people marry - how is that fair? Sometimes we like men, sometimes we like women. We can't help who we fall in love with. Love a person, not a gender, that's what I always say. And then the Church says 'Oh, but they can't have children if they're both the same gender' but why does that matter? Because marriage is only for people to have kids? That's a laugh - plenty of people get married and never have kids. And it's not like they wouldn't if they could, you know? And then the say that it said gay people are wrong in the Old Testament but that's the Old Testament for a reason. It's outdated. Did Jesus not say 'Let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love'? He didn't say 'But only if it's a man and a woman' or anything like that. He said everyone who loves - well, if two gay people love each other, why should there be a problem?"

Leagsaidh paused and shot a sly glance at Touka "Sorry. I didn't mean to talk your ear off. I just get a little passionate about the Bible. You must think I'm Sapphic or something and I've been jilted by the Church." She giggled happily, pleased that she had made a friend.

Wrapped up in her own embarrassment she didn't hear Alice coming up to her desk. The sudden kick frightened her, forcing her to yelp a little loudly in surprise. She quickly sat up and looked to what had caused the violent shake to her desk. As she looked up she saw the same girl as before, seeming to look even more intimidating down in her chair.

"I am very sorry!" The slender girl nearly whimpered, her cheeks quickly lighting up with a deep red. "I d-didn't mean to. I swear." Then the girl finished her statement and kicked her chair again, forcing out another startled yelp. As the girl walked away she slumped back into her seat. She hadn't noticed until now but her heart was racing wildly in her chest, pumping adrenaline through her veins.

She tried to relax as her crystal blue eyes fixed on the back of the girls head, trying to figure out what made her so mad. She knew she messed up by running into the girl but was she really THAT mad? Bella sighed lightly under her breath, just glad she didn't get beaten up.

@spriggs27

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Hitomi softly laughed into her hand, finding it rather cute with how the girl stumbled with her Japanese. Hitomi smiled sweetly and followed Illa to the bench and sat beside her, setting her binder down on the other side of herself. She then thought about the name a second longer. Then it clicked as to why it sounded so familiar. It was the girls name on the plate at her door. They were roomies!

"Oh my gosh! I just realized... We're roomies. I just recognized your name. It's so very nice to meet you Illa." Hitomi tried to pronounce the name the best she could, but it came out a little strangely with her Japanese accent. "And if you're lost I can take you there. I am a third year also, so I am heading there anyways." Hitomi smiled sweetly and sincerely.

@LowKey123

When considering the nature of stairs, it's often thought of as an ascent to something, either physically or figuratively, and whether it be towards the bedroom or towards enlightenment. Each step may be just a step where people stepped on and stepped upwards- or it could be a representation of something, whether be it the stages of a plan or the phases of life. With regards to the fact that it is more tiresome to climb up than to go down, they ought to be representations of morality, about how it is easier to descend into evil than to rise to goodness. To many people, stairs are walkways where they stride to go up another floor. To philosophers, they're much more.

But to Byakko, it's just a solid brick wall. Partly because she's a handicap. Mainly because she's lazy.

And that's considering most people like her can use the stairs.

So Byakko waited for help, and it did arrive- suddenly and abruptly. In a flash, she was off the ground, and in just a short moment she was already up there. Byakko only caught a brief glance of whoever helped her,while she was pointing out things about the elevators; long, black flowing hair, an energetic smile, and a voluptuous figure. Nothing else.

Well stick a boot in my ass and call me Martha!

...Enough. I better get going before any more trouble screws my life.

...but I guess I'll take a key from the guard after I've settled with class.

Byakko rolled forward again, proceeding straight to her room right away and taking a sea- Oh wait, she's crippled.
She'll just have to place herself on one spot and...

There.

"I'll take Lexy-chan, then. I'm not comfortable being this close to anyone other than Onee-chan..." Touka paused for a moment realizing that Lexy could not know what she was talking about, and said "That's my big sister, Seika that I'm talking about. She's the only person that likes me despite of everything. I'll introduce you to her later, if you wish. Also, you can call me Miss Touka if that pleases you. I'd prefer if you were as natural as you can."

Listening to the girl that she met just a few moments ago defend her so brazenly, made Touka feel... warm, but in way very different than the one she felt when she was with Seika. While the dark haired girl wasn't sure of what this new feeling was, she was sure of one thing. She didn't liked to see people getting angry at others because of her, neither Seika, nor Lexy.

Without even thinking about what she was doing, Touka clasped Lexy's hands between hers and smiled gently as she said "Please, Lexy-chan, don't get angry at them because of me. I'm used to it, really. I cried all I had to a long while ago, so please, don't waste your tears for me. I'd rather see your smile, if you don't mind." While the last part of what she said wasn't exactly all truth, Touka really preferred to see people she liked smile, instead of crying for her.

"I don't know, really. I'd just like to be in a place with lots of books, since I want to study either Philosophy or Literature... but I guess that all colleges are like that, huh?" It was rare for Touka to tell a joke, but this last statement came off as a very humorous one. She couldn't avoid to laugh timidly. "Anyway, do you plan to go back to study? If so, what colleges do you think are the best?"

However, when Lexy exploded after she discovered that Touka is Christian, the dark haired girl had to force herself to not take a step back, feeling that Lexy could hug her at any moment like Seika, the only difference being the notable lack of breasts to bury her face in. "I know what you're trying to say. I met the word of God while I was at the hospital, a long time ago. It was the only thing that kept me from succumbing to the unbearable pain and the sadness of seeing children like me die of the same disease everyday, most of them, the only friends that I ever had."

"You don't need to feel sorry. If nothing else, I'm happy for meeting a girl such as you here at this school. Now, if you don't mind me asking, would you like to have lunch with me, today?" Touka said still looking at Lexy's eyes, all the while not realizing that she was still holding the smaller girl's hands.

@White Feather



"Thank you! I'll be sitting here then." Kirika said as she sat by Mami's side and tried to sneak a look of the other girl's face "Oh... you're so pretty! If you don't mind me asking, where are you from? If feel like I've heard your accent before, but can't really place it."

"Oops! Here I go being rude again... I'm Miyama Kirika, from Kobe. It's nice to meet'cha!" Kirika introduced herself again, bowing lightly and waiting for Mami's reply with a sunny smile in her innocent lips.

@Crimmy

"Oh my gosh! I just realized... We're roomies. I just recognized your name. It's so very nice to meet you Illa. And if you're lost I can take you there. I am a third year also, so I am heading there anyways." Oh?

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"Oh! I-i'm so sorry, but I just didn't recall the name for a moment there, it's, uh, very nice to meet you as well, erm...Hi...to...mi?" Illa said, the tone coming out like that of a question, the intended question being 'is that how you pronounce hitomi or am i just looking like a fuckwad because i don't want to look like a fuckwad because i probably pronounced it wrong and you didn't realize it' She wasn't sure if she would get an actual answer. Actually, she was positive she wouldn't get an actual answer, because she didn't give an actual question to the person with a name, what was the name? was it tohimi was it hitomioooo was it hitooooooomi was it mihoto was it tihomo was it homoti was it hitmomhomhomohmohmhitmimiohtmihtmihotmhoitohmtomi or was it just something else like hit on me or-

you know what

@Vee

this is all vee's fault
#blamevee2k15

Alice put her feet up onto the table and leaned back in a chair trying to relax as everyone else in her class tried to arrive in their home room class, Alice put her hands behind of her head and scanned around the room slowly as she waited feeling a little alone knowing that the girl in the back of the class is probably afraid of Alice getting up and coming back to beat the shit out of her. Suddenly Alice noticed she wasn't alone, the top of a blonde girl's head soon caught her eye and it was the pervert from the hallway.

Alice flipped off Dana," Fuck you, you little lesbo fuck, if I see you in the hallway again I'm gonna fucking suplex you into the ground head first and crack your fucking head open like an egg, security bitch or not I'll fuck your shit up when I meet you outside them doors." Alice told Dana as she pointed at the doors while glaring at Dana with a massive amount of anger."Merdinha não sabe quando manter para si mesma (Little shit doesn't know when to keep to herself)"

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When Seika arrived to the second year classroom, she kicked the door in and walked towards the podium as with a prideful aura, each step she took she stepped with her heel first making a loud clack sound while she walked, when she made it to the podium, she put both her hands together on the podium and her bright blue hair began to move as if she was in a strong breeze.

Seika had an aura around her that seemed to glow around her." Second year class, I would like to be the first to tell you that I'm your class president, and if you have any complaints I'll be willing to listen to each and everyone of you ! Don't feel bad to use me in order to help make your time here at school more enjoyable !" Suddenly Seika noticed that only three people have arrived to the class. Instead of actually feeling embarrassed and going off feeling like an idiot, Seika went over to the closes row to the podium and sat down silently without feeling embarrassed about what she did.

“Love you too fuck buddy,” Dana called out, unfazed by Alice’s rather shrewd remark to her. She was far used to the Brazilian’s vulgar attitude since they had spent a whole year together once. Another one wouldn’t hurt anybody, though it was doubtful Dana would just take a punch to the face. Such were the ways of school life though.

Without a moment to spare, the class president herself gave her speech with quite a lot of zeal. Then again she was known for always going for the dramatics, at least for Dana. All she needed was a sword really, a loud voice, and some quips about calling the only three students paying attention pigs in clothing. Such dreams would never be realized unfortunately.

“Ooh, Ooh, I have a question Seika-chan,” the sharp-toothed girl called out happily, waving her hand like a maniac even though their president had already taken her seat. “Can I be the Second Year Vice President this year?”

Yoshida Mami

Eeep!

She couldn't handle all this energy! Everything was moving at too intense a pace for her to properly ready properly deal with! Yoshida Mami's profile shrunk under the prying gaze of this exuberant girl before her, pulling her hat down further to hide the blush on her cheeks and the trembling of her eyes. Her body was barely holding the shivers; it was only the first class of the year, and she was already having her walls being broken down by this Kirika's sudden intrusion! She wanted to scoot away, but it would be weird and attract even more attention to herself! If only she had not walked past that crack in the pavement two days ago! Her luck was not turning out to be good at all! She had to endure this; even if she wanted to get away she had to be able to talk to people!

"Y-Yoshida Mami," she replied, voice barely above a whisper, head downcast and eyes boring holes into the wood of her desk. "I- I hail from ... Kagoshima prefecture."

She had hesitated slightly before introducing her place of origin. The southern island of Kyushu was generally considered to be "the boonies" by those of central Honshu, and Mami was already worrying about being teased once more. She had attended a prestigious private primary school in Kyoto for a year once, and it was still one of the more horrible parts of her life.

@KoL

"Oh! Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? I can move, if you want." Leagsaidh wasn't sure if she was misinterpreting what Touka meant by 'she wasn't comfortable being this close to anyone but Onee-chan' but she thought she'd throw that out there for safety's sake.

She gasped as Touka held her hands, but didn't say anything or struggle. She was probably just overwhelmed at Leagsaidh being nice to her instead of hurling abuse, she reasoned. She'd let go in a minute.

Any minute now.

How about now?

Nope, still held tight. Rather than make a fuss, the Irish girl just grinned and bore it. The last thing she wanted to do was draw unwanted attention to the already-bullied Touka. She didn't need to be mocked for being ill, illegitimate AND homosexual, especially if the last one wasn't true.

"I'm not angry." she sighed "I'm upset. I don't like it when people are being bullied, especially my friends. It's more the fact it is happening rather than the people that are doing it that I'm upset with." She wasn't telling her the whole story. There was something else, she could feel it. But rather than pry and risk upsetting her - she'd already made Alice mad at her with her persistent questioning - she kept her mouth shut.

"But, since you insist..." She gave her new friend a big Cheshire Cat grin, showing all her little white teeth. She was dramatising it for Touka's sake and she couldn't hold it for long before bursting into a fit of giggles, then flashing her a real, subdued smile "That good enough for you?"

Leagsaidh smiled at Touka's joke, but it was tinged with sadness. She took a deep breath and explained her situation. "Father says that a young lady's place isn't in a University or College, but in a home. He wants me to get married once I leave school to some rich, prestigious businessman. So I guess I'm not going to College. He's probably got it all sorted out already." She tried to say it like it was nothing, but it was clearly bothering her. She knew her parents would never approve of her desired career path, so she just went along with what they wanted.

More depressing tales. Leagsaidh didn't like sad stories. She much preferred to listen to jovial, upbeat tales. Thus, as Touka spoke of her time in hospital, she shivered and looked away. "H-hey, come on now. Are you trying to make me cry? If I'm going to have to smile, I'd rather you did as well. she tittered nervously. This was too heavy a topic for so early in the day. "I'm confused, though. I thought Japan was a heavily Shinto and Buddhist country. How did you hear about Christianity? Well, I know how you heard of it, but was it a Christian hospital or was there someone else who was already Christian there?"

Leagsaidh looked down at her hands again. She'd thought Touka would have let them go whilst she talked, but there they were, sandwiched between the Japanese girl's own. It wasn't unpleasant - her hands were soft and smooth and it actually felt quite nice - but some people were starting to look at them. She glanced up again, only to be met with Touka gazing into her eyes

"Touka-chan, I would love to sit with you at lunch today. But there is something I need you to do for me first..." She let her voice go husky and seductive, and she looked at Touka with half-lidded eyes. She leaned forwards, within touching distance of her captor, and...

"Kindly give me my hands back." she finished impishly, bedroom eyes turning into a devilish grin. It wasn't often she pulled pranks on people, and when she did it was only with people she trusted and liked. She hoped Touka would take it the right way.

"Go on, admit it. I had you going for a moment there."

Seeing the blank expression wash over Illa face made Hitomi raise a curious brow. Wondering what made the girl stop mid sentence. Then the sudden response was rather hilarious to Hitomi, finding the girl terribly cute in the small mannerisms. She giggled a bit loudly, using her hand to cover her mouth as not to seem rude - or more rude it already was to laugh at someone. And how she pronounced Hitomi's name was rather cute, she liked it.

"Yes, yes. Hitomi." She nodded assuredly to confirm the pronunciation. Smiling sweetly. She then stood up from the bench, brushing off her bottom out of habit. "Okay, well lets go. If we leave now we can get to homeroom on time." She suggested and offered a hand to help her up.

After Illa stood Hitomi grabbed her binder and hugged it once against to her bosom. Turning on her heels she began to make her way down the courtyard and across towards one of the buildings. Once in side they took the stairs and not long and Hitomi lead the two into their homeroom class.

"Here we are!" She beamed sweetly to Illa before looking around the class. Seems as they there was only one other student there. Someone she had never met before. A pretty girl in a wheel chair. Casually Hitomi strolled over to the seat just next to the wheelchair bound girl and sat herself down. Turning to face the girl she smiled softly in greeting.

"Hi there! My name is Hitomi Kibiyashi. And this is Illa Wronski." She gestured to Illa, partially butchering the poor girls name. Looking back to the girl now. "What's your name?"

@LowKey123 @Unfortunately

Seika perked up when another girl asked to be her v.p." Of Coarse you can, but first you'll have to fill out a mandatory five hundred page essay of why you want this position and what you can do to improve school life for all of the girls here, take a mental test to see if your mentally capable of taking this position while stressed. Then if you pass that you have to speak on the intercom daily to say the news of what happened yesterday to everyone, and donate one day out of the week during your lunch time to the safe patrol here in the school." Seika explained everything that Dana would have to do to become the V.P along with telling what her duties would be if she were to become the V.P.

As the students began to slowly fill the classes finding them over time, it was only in a matter of minutes before the homeroom classes were filled out with students and everyone began chatting with each other, the first years speaking of how they think the year will go, along with talking about what they think of the other girls, a blonde girl who groped many of them, and who they think they could be with this year.

While the second year girls spoke about the third year girls, the first year girls, Dana being a liar and telling fake secretes to everyone, the second year student president being an air head with a child's energy, someone being arrested for having for having drugs on them, and about some of the second years that transferred from other schools around Japan.

The Third year students were almost just the same as the second and first year students, but they pretty much put themselves into small groups and kept people that they didn't know out of their groups, most of the third years that were here knew each other and stuck with one another, but there was a small few that were transfers and just joined in the school on their last year.

Their conversations weren't really too important as they waited around for a small amount of time the teachers began to arrive into each class room, the first year teacherWalked down to the podium and stood in front of her class, there was some hint to her being nervous as the class quieted down and focused on her. The second year teacher walked in calmly and collectedly as the students slowly settled down and took a moment to realize she arrived in the class room, she arrived with a bag on her shoulder and made her way to the podium calmly waited for everyone with a small smile on her face.third year teacher opened the door to the room slowly and walked in with a serious look on her face, she strolled down to the podium like she ment serious business.

When the the clocktower outside rang it's bell across the school all of the teachers in the classrooms heard the bell ring and began to speak, the first year teacher spoke to her class with a couple of stutters." H-hello c-class, I'll be your new teacher this year, you can call me Miss Akiyama, I hope that we can all get along here and enjoy our time together, and before you ask, I am, I'm new like you guys, this is my first year working here at this school and being a teacher." She shared with them.

The second year teacher seemed a little more laid back and cool unlike the first year teacher she waited a for a while and soon the class gave her the attention she needed." Hiya class, I'm your new teacher this year Miss Yoshida, don't worry about formality or any of that stuff your all girls growing up and sometimes forget about, so you can just call me Yoshida, I hope our year together as student and home room teacher is awesome, you girls can tell me anything that's on your mind." She told them sounding very exited to be in front of the room talking to them all.

The third year teacher coughed as the third year students didn't stop talking, she then took action to quiet all of them by whistling loud enough to hurt their ears." Listen up, your the third year class and I'm your homeroom teacher, I'll only tell you this once set an example for the second and first year classes, my name is Mrs.Yukimura and don't forget it, because I won't repeat myself. You are all young ladies who are about to come out of this school and be introduced into the real world and college." The woman's speech dragged on for a while and the third year class was forced to listen to her.

As the day began to start and the girls at the school began to get their different classes in the school, most of them being tough while for others them being easy, before any of them could think about time started to fly, and they heard the clock tower ring it's bell, the teachers told the girl's it was lunch time and they all could go their own ways for a while.

Dana nodded vigorously to Seika’s words, excitement boiling and enthusiasm hiking up to a crescendo. Sure, she could do all those things. It would be fun! Seika never said if the essay had to be completely accurate, or if she couldn’t fib just a little. And the control over the intercom system…well all sorts of fun things could arise out of that one.

The little devil’s daydreams were interrupted however by the arrival of their Second Year teacher, a laid back lady named Yoshida. As always, Dana waved happily at the redhead with a big grin. Yes, this year was turning out to be all sorts of interesting. And so the class came and went by rather smoothly. Dana spent her time smooth talking her way into the privacy of other girls, spinning little fibs that left most of them in awe at how intricate she was.

Really, it ranged to just anything that made her sound cooler. Given her monstrous energy, it was easy to play that role. At last, lunch had arrived and the students all filtered out to chat with friends. Dana was always one to move around, never staying in one place. She could admit, there were some people who saw annoyance in her actions and behavior. Some who got annoyed easily and some who bore witness to her more…costly pranks.

But it didn’t matter to the small girl and she bounced her way over to the cafeteria entrance. It was there where she decided to hang back and wait around for Kirika, or as she already thought her as, her minion and underling. A brown lunch bag was gripped in her right hand and she passed the time by delivering shark-toothed grins to those more bashful to such actions.

Touka gasped when she noticed Lexy's seductive behavior "What's happening? Why is she doing this? Perhaps..." It was then that she remembered the Irish girl's long-winded rant about homosexuality and the Church and Touka's cheek got redder than an iron left at fireplace for too much time, and perhaps hotter too.

"Is she? But we just met, even if she's one of the most beautiful girls I have ever met..." Touka clearly wasn't thinking straight, but when Lexy whispered in her ear softly, Touka's face became even more flushed and she let Lexy's hands go with a "I'm sorry, I didn't realized..."

Luckily, she was literally saved by the bell, when their teacher came into the classroom. Even then, Touka couldn't help but steal quick glances of Lexy and sigh disappointed all the time until lunch, without even knowing why. It was all a trick played by a redhead leprechaun, after all. So, why was it that Touka was feeling so self-conscious around Lexy now?

She would have to wait until lunch to ask anything else to the impish Irish, anyway.

"If just the clock would run faster..."

@White Feather



"Kyushu, ka? I've met a lot of people from there at the college." Kirika said to Mamias she reached to her bag and picked a small notebook "It's not what you're thinking, though. I'm not a super genius or anything like it. It's just that both of my parents are college teachers, so I used to spend a lot of time there." She showed some photos or her and her parents to Mami, before the teacher came in and interrupted them.

"Hey, Yoshida-han? Do you wan to have lunch together with me and a friend I just made on the way here?" Kirika whispered to Mami during the homeroom.

@Crimmy

Yoshida Mami

"Um."

How could she respond? That was the question that had completely overtaken all her mental processes, gears clunking in her mind as she tried to comprehend the fact that the girl who had so abruptly intruded into her space wanted to engage in the consumption of nutritious foods with her during their break. It was ... horrifying ... and such a sudden and unexpected proposition that Yoshida Mami simply could not formulate a response worthy of reply! A bead of sweat began to manifest upon her pale face. And another. And another! She ducked her head down to hide it, pulling her hat tighter against her to prevent people from seeing her embarrassment and fear! Oh, how could she make friends like this? But the urges to run, to deliver quick refusals and disappear back into isolation ... they were strong indeed!

"... A-ah."

She was in essence, squeaking like a hamster! Her chair shuffled away slightly, the skill in moving the piece of furniture with force exerted from her own body a masterpiece in the making! But she still could not answer the other girl! The Kagoshima native was frozen, indecisive and really scared of engaging in so much social interaction on her first day! It was absolutely overwhelming! Was there even a solution to the plight she had found herself in?

"E-Eh?"

Yoshida Mami, rice heiress, had absolutely no idea whatsoever!

"Thank you" Leagsaidh said, as if nothing had happened. On the outside, she looked totally oblivious to the discomfort she had caused Touka. She just straightened up, listened to the teacher and occasionally gave the Japanese girl a sideways glance. Inside, she was slightly worried. She simply wanted to mess with Touka's head, she didn't want to alienate her. She expected to get yelled at, not quietly shied away from. She heard her sighs and caught her glancing at her and thought the worst.

Does she think that I'm gay? Dang it, Leagsaidh, it's too early for jokes like that.

But self deprecation wouldn't solve the issue. Homeroom came and went and then it was time for class - not somewhere that she could discuss these matters. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. She was trying her hardest, but she found herself completing tasks assigned to her in half the time that was assigned for them. Even the language wasn't slowing her down, despite not being native.

The benefits of a private education...

At long last, lunch came and she was set loose. She left class with two goals on her mind - clear up the misunderstanding with Touka and apologize to Alice. She wasn't sure how the big girl would react to her request for forgiveness, but she was going to try at the very least.

She had brought nothing of her own to eat, so she made her way straight to the cafeteria - both of them should wind up there. The plan was to go in, look around, see if she could see either of them and explain what had happened. It should be simple.

Of course, even the best laid plans can have snags. This particularly wrench in the works was sporting a grin that a shark would be envious of, and had hands more adventurous than Christopher Columbus. She stood at the cafeteria entrance, smirking to all that passed. There could be no doubt as to who it was and quite frankly, Leagsaidh didn't feel like getting felt up today. But there was no crowd to accompany and mask her and she would look strange if she just hung around out of sight until one did crop up.

Apprehensive yet undaunted, the redhead walked right into Dana's line of sight. She prayed silently that she wouldn't recognise her, or wouldn't be interested if she did. But had to get into subtle-grope distance and even if Dana hadn't recognised her face, she might recognise the perfume.

But Dana had a good vantage point. From here, she could monitor anyone going in and out of the cafeteria. If Leagsaidh were to find both Alice and Touka, this was probably the best place to be.

As long as Sharky over there didn't try anything funny, that is.

Walking right up to Dana, she smiled coyly and spoke quietly "Hello again. Are you waiting on someone? Because I'm looking for a couple of people myself and I was wondering if it was okay if I were to keep you company while we waited. If that's okay with you, that is..."

@KoL@TheWindel@Spriggs27

After navigating through the long corridors, Claudia dashed to homeroom to finally arrive just in time. Accompanied by a a gasp of exhaustion and a sigh of relief, the girl scanned the room, looking for whoever looked like she could talk English and for whatever empty chair was left to sit in. Within moments, Claudia walked to one of them and before doing what would someone (provided they aren't a wrestler) normally does on a chair which would be sitting down, spoke.

"Hello, everyone! I'm Claudia Dwyer, from--"

But the teacher came in, and Claudia Dwyer failed to complete her introduction. Only after a chance to start over appeared was she able to deliver an introduction again, repeating what she had said enthusiastically and continuing with a "...the United States. I hope we'll get along famously!"

But none of the Japanese could probably understand that.

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Byakko, on the other hand, had been greeted with a welcome from a fellow countrywoman, who had pointed to another foreign girl beside. Because they were too new to call them arseholes, the girl returned a slightly polite, but dull-toned response in Japanese.

"Byakko Murakumo, from the town nearby. Don't mind the name, Kibayashi-san, they called me that because I'm too white or something. Apparently, my grandmother got full gray-haired when she was just 14, and it passed to be a full-blown case of albino to me.

By the way, I don't like what I'm probably seeing ahead. The teacher, especially. I had personally witnessed her being too Führer a few times before."

Skip a few hours ahead. Byakko, fresh out of the room, decided to roll to the cafeteria for some lunch. Thanks to her legs (or lack thereof), Byakko got ahead on the line, and is now just a little while before she could finally get going to the tables.

Dana’s roaming eyes were just as active as her roaming fingers, though the activity decreased ever so slightly. She didn’t need to get in trouble so early in the school year and had all of four semesters to have her fun. So her groping came to a minimal, delivered only to those few who she thought needed a little smile in their lives.

It was in the midst of this thinking when she noticed a familiar face and for a brief second, it appeared as if her grin became all the more wider. How could she forget a face like that, the one that tried to play her at her own game? Still, this was an opportunity and the short girl smiled in greeting when Leagsaidh greeted her first.

“Hiya there. I’m just waiting for a friend of mine, that’s all,” she said, moving over to accommodate the other girl. “Name’s Dana by the way. Dana Lucille Ferris! You’re a First Year, aren’t you? I can tell by the way you walk.”

Tilting her head, lunch bag in her hand, Dana gestured with random hand movements in the attempt to better illustrate her point. When that didn’t seem to be getting her point across, she placed her lunch bag atop her head for balance while using both her hands now.

“See, First Years walk with a certain look in their eye. Kind of like a smoky expression….oh ho, just like the one you’re giving me now,” Dana said happily, referring to the coy smile on Leagsaidh’s face. The girl got closer and closer though she had to look up slightly to meet Leagsaidh’s gaze. Her eyes narrowed while a smirk of her own made itself known in all of its glory.

“Yeah, you definitely have the look friend. Say, that’s almost the same look you flashed me earlier. You weren’t being serious back then, were you~?”

Stepping on her tip-toes, Dana reached forward to gently nudge her hand along Leagsaidh’s arm and a look of hunger and pure desire was written across her gaze. She leaned in even more, expression forming into something else. Something with want….

“Naw, just kidding!”

At once, Dana backed away and chuckled to herself. She was back to her normal posture and nonchalant grin, winking up at the First Year and even sticking her tongue out. Throughout this all, the lunch bag remained perfectly balanced on her head.

“I’m not into girls or anything but it’s so fun to see their reactions like that! After all, the Second Year Vice President has standards, right?”