"... Like that! That kind of weird stuff!" cried Himawari, raising her hand again. "She doesn't need you to go being all perverted at her!"

And she brought it down. Once, twice, three times... each time in a sharp chopping motion, trying to get the black-haired pervert to... stop being such a pervert. At least for a moment. It was in defense of herself as much as it was the quiet and very, very familiar girl. She wasn't quite sure why she found the kimono girl so familiar... what was with that? There was something missing, some small piece of awareness that was likely absorbed in repeatedly chopping at Nadeshiko's head at the moment to put the pieces together. She just really hoped this didn't give some kind of terrible impression of her. She didn't normally spend time with such perverted people! They were weird! Nadeshiko just, well... she didn't want to cause her any more emotional pain, at least. The physical pain, though, well, that seemed like her only real option in trying to stop her from rambling about perverted things.

It took a moment for Himawari to stop whacking Nadeshiko on the head. "Hmph! Now... now don't just... do that out of no-where again! And... and... don't say things like that just to random girls! She probably has enough trouble without you perving on her out of no-where, right?"

She glanced towards the kimono girl on that last note.

Fabricant451 said
Reiko's eyes had been cloudy, tears were falling as she ran, only the light wind in her face from her swift movements keeping her from breaking out into a full bawling. How could they do something so cruel? When Reiko joined the club in her first year, it was both out of a casual interest and because the club president, then a third year, had personally invited her. She was the only other student that Reiko felt comfortable talking with, and she in turn made Reiko feel comfortable; she was the closest thing she could consider a friend at Lilium. Of course, the president was popular with the other members of the club, including Kawase, the successor. Reiko spent her time as a first year member performing stand in roles at rehearsals, scene swapping during intermissions, and getting to know the club president. What Reiko didn't know was that to some, Reiko's friendship with the club president was taken in the wrong context. Kawase felt stronger feelings, and ever since Reiko joined Kawase felt her chances were diminished. Some girls just couldn't let things go. But what could Reiko do now? Could she return to the club, full of members who were openly laughing at her? Who had allowed such a prank to go through? She had nowhere else to go...but then again, clubs were not mandatory. She could quit. She could quit and spend her free time in her room, away from the vipers that made up the population of this institution. The next thing Reiko felt was the sudden feeling of her body making contact with another person. And then the feeling of hitting the ground. Reiko closed her eyes, choosing instead to stay on the ground to process everything, to let her recent experience settle in her head. She shivered slightly, as if coming inside after being out in a snowstorm. The girl she had collided with apologized first, in a choppy accent, but with clear meaning behind that. It didn't sound like the heavy accent of the blonde girl she shouted at earlier. Reiko opened her eyes, less clouded as her watery tears were starting to dissipate. A bright pair of blue eyes met her gaze. Reiko shook her head but took the hand and got to her feet, brushing flecks of dust and dirt from her skirt. "Th..thanks." Reiko spoke in her low hum of a voice. "You didn't hurt me. I wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry." She punctuated her apology with a sincere and quick bowing. Reiko brough her hand to her eye and wiped away the lingering traces of her previous crying.

Sophia gently pulled as the girl took her hand to help her to her feet. Letting her hand free as she stood on her own she watched as the girl patted away the dust on her own skirt. Sophia looked down at herself, noticing she also had cultivated a decent amount of dirt from the fall. She brushed off the dust, running her hands down her stomach in attempt flatten the newly formed creases in her shirt. She then looked up curiously as she heard the girl speak. She almost didn't catch all that she said and some words she didn't quite know though understood what she said through context clues. Sophia nodded simply, shyly looking around but to nervous to actually look the girl in the eyes.

"Why reason you for crying then?" She tried to say why were you crying then? but accidentally used a couple wrong words. She knew she messed up the sentence but hadn't a clue on what she said wrong and the words to fix it. So she only hoped the girl would understand the question.

But she couldn't say no! Yuuki definitely wasn't enjoying the attention Nadeshiko was directing in her attention: if she beat the girl off with her folder, would she just take that as an invitation for more kinky stuff? That was really starting to seem like the case... and now Yuuki couldn't get the image out of her head. Maybe she'd made a bad choice of reading material for the first day of school.

She needed to do something to try and deflect the weird girl's attention for long enough to get away or for Himawari to remember her, and that left but a single option: close the folder, and do her best to disappear behind the only person she was aware of being nearby that wasn't trying to sleep with her. That is: try and hide behind Himawari

SailorMoon said
Mira turned to face her dark-haired friend, her own facial expression almost mirroring Tohru's as they were both pretty upset about the little prank. She frowned thinking about Reiko, the poor girl. If anyone ever did that to someone in the music club Mira would show them a completely different side of herself, probably enough to rival that of her rocker friend. She had sworn that when she took the position of Club President that everyone would be treated fairly and with respect... That was the only way she could see this year being better than the last. Sighing, her arms came to fold across her chest. She seemed to be thinking about something, having an internal battle of sorts as the urge to go chase down Reiko was very hard to fight."I...I don't want to hurt her feelings anymore, Ru-chan." She whispered, glancing at her platform shoes with a deep exhale. "Letting her be is the only way she'll maybe stop being so distant. I mean, I don't think I would want to face you, or anyone if that happened to me." Mira refocused on Tohru, a weight lifting off of her shoulders as their eyes met. Talking with Tohru always seemed to make things better... Plus, she was proud of Tohru for not blowing up on the drama club after what happened. "Looks like I'll have to throw those posters out and actually be a real President now, huh?" Mira said nervously, a small smile forming on her lips followed by a light pink on her cheeks. She was really quite embarrassed that she got so excited over a fake play and the opposite of what she intended to do happened.

Leaning in the doorway with her own arms crossed and the sole of her boot pushed firm against its wooden frame as the two entered the music room, Tohru gave a deep and disheartened sigh, shaking her head still in disbelief of what she had witnessed upon the stage, that cruel and ever malevolent prank pulled upon Reiko, or as Tohru usually referred to her now, Red-Shorts, and by who else but the only people it seemed Reiko could have trusted and at least confided in. Just the haunting visage of it, the very thought of that last look of pure agony and disdain the girl shot to them, the evidently painful tears welling in those burning eyes of such scorn, such misery, and the laughter...that sickening laughter from the drama-llama club. Just hearing it again in her mind, it made Tohru almost sick to her stomach. Hell, she figured she wouldn't be able to keep her cool if she saw that Kawase b*tch or her raven-haired slut-puppy friend ever again. She might find it justifiable at that point to lay them flat on their backs with a well deserved uppercut, but seeing how she had already jumped down their throats, there shouldn't be any further need to lash out at them more, so for Mira-chan's sake and of course for Red-Short's sake, Tohru would keep the violence to a minimum....for now.

"I...I guess you're right, Mira-chan." She sighed again leaning her head against the doorframe. "I mean...I don't want her to think bad about us since well...us being there kinda stung her a bit, but not as much as that sh*t they pulled." Of course she made sure to leave out what happened afterwards. "I just...I really hope she's not too messed up about it...you know what I mean,right? I can tell...this wasn't the first time someone's done something like this to her." But no....she didn't think Reiko was that kind of girl. Sure Tohru's had her moments.... Not all those scars were from fist-fights and run-ins with the law mind you, but she didn't even want to consider Reiko doing the same thing....and going through with it. No way....no f*cking way she'd do that. Still, the thought was heavy on Tohru's mind, pushing her concern a bit more. Taking her foot from the doorway, she slowly stepped into the middle of the music room, just as she heard Mira speak of being a real president, a bit of nervousness to her calm and serene voice, followed by a slightly flustered chuckle. Tohru turned to her pink haired friend, a sincere smile of her own crossing her lips as she approached Mira and ruffled her hair softly with her hand. "Meh...it's your club. Do whatever the hell you want with it. Music is freedom of expression, ain't it?" Gently her hand fell upon the girl's petite shoulder, a bit of a tender rub before retreating back to Tohru's side. "And if you want, I can help with a few things, but uh......" Her cheeks reddened a bit as she too gave a nervous giggle, "Can uh...can I bring my guitar next time, Mira-chan? The piano's boring the crap outta me."

Mira grinned up at Tohru, blushing like the little school girl that she is as her hair was ruffled. Ducking a bit and smoothing her hair, she nodded in understanding at her friend's words. "Eh, Ru-chan you're so wise." She chirped, patting the hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze before it fell. Mira perked up, listening to Tohru with interest as she offered to help, but... ? Mira noticed the slight redness show through her friend's pale cheeks and blinked innocently. She wondered briefly what could have Tohru acting so nervous. Normally, that was her job - Tohru's the cool one. "Hm?" She cut in as Tohru stumbled over her first words. That was it...? Mira shook her head with a light, melodic chuckle.

"Music is freedom of expression, right?" She said, tapping a finger to her chin as she pretended to be making a very important decision. "Well then, I don't see why not! " Mira said finally with a little clap of her hands. "Music Club is going to be so fun this year!" She exclaimed loud enough for the whole club to hear. Several of the members perked up and you could see the excitement on their faces. "Ne, Ru-chan... Maybe you can help me pick out pieces too?" Mira looped her arm through Tohru's before leading her back over to the others.

Basketball club / Indoor Gym

Junko was proud of herself with how she was able to survive the full day of school. All she could think about now was getting to the basketball club, so as soon as the last period bell rang she hurried herself to the indoor gym. With a panting breath, she made it in and noticed the gym a little empty, but far off to the side there were some girls talking with each other. The closer she got, she recognized one of the girls there, handing out some sheets of paper to some students that seemed a little uninterested. She was Sakura Yuhara, a 3rd year, and the president of the basketball club. Over the time Junko spent in the past year she had been in the school, they got along quite well.

"Uh...well you see, I thought the volleyball club was starting up, so I'm not all that into basketball..."

One of the girls trailed off, looking at the paper in front of her with a frown. Sakura immediately saw this disappointment, sprung up, and tried to persuade the students.

“Ah, well - it may not be what you’re into...but don’t you want to try it out?”
There was a silence between the girls as they looked at each other, and Junko decided to act. She took the nearest basketball and started dribbling it. Without a word, she stood a far distance from the hoop, concentrated, then threw it towards the hoop. It made it in, and the room stood in awe.

“W-Woah, that was cool…” One of the girls said. Sakura smirked, giving her a glance that said, “show off”. Two of the girls seemed excited and decided to take home the sheets. They waved on their way out, and when they were gone, Sakura sighed.

“Now we’ll have to see if they’re really going to join…” She trailed, and Junko gave her a worried glance. “How many people do we have this year?” Junko wasn’t a long time member, but she was probably one of the most enthusiastic members and seemed to liven up the team. The third years from the team before already graduated, leaving just a few dedicated members. Sakura looked down at the ground. “If we don’t have at least 10 members, I don’t think we can get in championships this year...” There was a silence between them, and while Sakura was starting to get depressed, Junko threw a basketball at her, catching her off guard. Junko smirked. “I’m sure we’ll come up with some members. I mean, there’s so many students in this school. If I have to bother everyone in this school, I’ll do it! So for now let’s do a little one on one.” Sakura let out a relieved breath and gave in. “You’re crazy, Kuriyama.”

Dorm room

By the time Junko made it back to her dorm, she was completely exhausted. A little bit hungry, but mostly exhausted. She flopped on her bed and stared at her ceiling. Although she didn’t want to make the president worried, she was stressing about about the team too. “If we can’t get enough members...we won’t have a basketball team…”

"If you're here to ask me about hair styles, I wouldn't know." She shrugged her shoulders, shaking her head. She kept her hair long as a symbol of status, but more often than not, it backfired because of its color. Brown, and not black. Definitely not Japanese. Was that why this girl came here, though? For hair advice...? But she'd asked about the Kendo Club even at lunch... maybe she'd just decided to join the muslc club because it appealed to her so much? She should ask. "You had asked about the Kendo Club at lunch, right? Were you thinking about joining then? The music club must be really good this year if you decided before even coming here, maybe I should stop by some time."

"Well, if you want to stop by at times, I guess that would be alright. You shouldn't neglect the music club, though, Hikaru-kouhai." What was with the salute, though? No matter. "If you want to practice, you'll have to borrow some of the gear we have here, if you don't have your own. Other people have borrowed them before, but we wash them regularly. Well, as long as you're here, if you want, you can gear up and spar with some of the other first years. I need to figure out our team of five for competition, in the mean time. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

El_Tigre said
Sophia gently pulled as the girl took her hand to help her to her feet. Letting her hand free as she stood on her own she watched as the girl patted away the dust on her own skirt. Sophia looked down at herself, noticing she also had cultivated a decent amount of dirt from the fall. She brushed off the dust, running her hands down her stomach in attempt flatten the newly formed creases in her shirt. She then looked up curiously as she heard the girl speak. She almost didn't catch all that she said and some words she didn't quite know though understood what she said through context clues. Sophia nodded simply, shyly looking around but to nervous to actually look the girl in the eyes."Why reason you for crying then?" She tried to say but accidentally used a couple wrong words. She knew she messed up the sentence but hadn't a clue on what she said wrong and the words to fix it. So she only hoped the girl would understand the question.

What did this girl ask? Reiko looked towards her, her mouth open at the corners - her confusion on her face. The confusion didn't come from the QUESTION she asked, that Reiko understood, rough as it was, the general meaning was there. It helped that there didn't seem to be a weird sort of drawl in how she spoke. The confusion came from the intent behind the question. Why did she care? Why did she want to know why Reiko was crying? Why was no one around here able to keep to their own business?

And yet, Reiko kept all of those thoughts inside this time. She didn't turn and run away. She didn't lash out or raise her voice. Everything that had just happened had seemed so unusual, so surreal that maybe, just maybe, mentioning it would make everything start to make...sense. And given the way this girl responded, it was possible her understanding of the language was rocky. The chance of her telling other people was also considerably less. The club members were probably already in the midst of doing that anyway.

"It's not any of your business why I was crying." So much for her plan to talk about it. Her tone was soft, no hint of annoyance to be found, though her words said otherwise. "Club members...my club members tricked me. Laughed at me. They hurt me. That's all I'm saying. It's not your business."

It truly wasn't any of this girl's business. With luck, she wouldn't pull an Aino and make it into her business.

Sophia herself became rather concerned when she saw the confusion on the girls face. 'Oh no... I what did I accidentally say? Did I say a mean word... Oh my god that's so embarrassing....' she ridiculed herself within her own thoughts as the moments ticked by and her face began to shine and increasingly dark shade of red at the prospect of possibly making herself look like a crude American. Though as the girl responded she sighed a bit in relief, at least her gibberish was at least faintly understandable. Though the relief only lasted but a moment as the girls words sank in. She was right, it was none of Sophia's business but she always believed that once you accidentally body check someone into the floor it's your duty to make sure everything is alright. She looked awkwardly down at her wrinkled piece of paper in her hands for a moment. As the girl spoke up once more Sophia's ridiculously bright blue eyes looked up once more.

She frowned as she translated what the girl said the best she could in her head. She was stumbled on one part. She said she was either marbled at or laughed at. Sophia was going to take a stab in the dark and go with she was laughed at. Sophia nodded in understanding, she knew all to well the pain of people laughing and making fun of someone. Hell, she moved across the world and learned an entirely new language just to get away from it. "I am much sorry." She spoke sweetly and tenderly, her words conveying her understanding of the situation all to well.

Knowing not to pry anymore into any details she thought she might change the subject by introducing herself. After bashing into the girl she thought it was only polite. "My name is Sophia Erinsson. It's nice to meet you!" She said almost masterfully, she had only practiced the sentence over a hundred times during her tutoring. With that she out stretched her hand. She couldn't remember if people in japan shook hands in greeting but she was in default mode. "But you can call me Sophie."

Hikaru shrugged. Rika-chan told me you'd be good at this stuff, but I guess not." She picked up one of the kendo swords and whirled it around twice.
"I guess, the music club is cool and all, but I do need to keep my body in shape, so yeah..." Slowly she stood up and shook her body, then she placed her violin somewhere safe.
"I don't want to spar with boring first years, though. Most of them can't even keep up with my speed... I need some challenge."
She grinned her wicked smile. This is going to be fun, lots of fun.
Hikaru did like beating up weaker opponents, but she hadn't had a real challenge in a while.
Determined she borrowed some equipment her size and warmed up.

SailorMoon said
"Music is freedom of expression, right?" She said, tapping a finger to her chin as she pretended to be making a very important decision. "Well then, I don't see why not! " Mira said finally with a little clap of her hands. "Music Club is going to be so fun this year!" She exclaimed loud enough for the whole club to hear. Several of the members perked up and you could see the excitement on their faces. "Ne, Ru-chan... Maybe you can help me pick out pieces too?" Mira looped her arm through Tohru's before leading her back over to the others.

WOOOO!!! Yes!! \m/ ^0^ \m/ Practically, Tohru was giddy as ever in her mind after hearing Mira-chan's agreement to substitute her beloved axe for the piano. Not that she harbored any hatred or misgivings towards the black and white keys of ivory that felt so smooth and relaxing under her fingers. It's just she much preferred her musical fingers against the polished rosewood of a fretboard, accompanied by the cold, gritty resonance of a nice set of six Ernie Ball strings. Oh man! Thank you Mira-chan! This is gonna be....wait a minute. But in her excitement....she nearly forgot most if not all of her performances were gonna be acoustic from now on, thanks to that little ginger brat with the ugly specs! Aww dammit! Oh well.... Better to keep it that way the rocker guessed. Wouldn't wanna make a bad first impression on the music club and blare them out of the room with an ill metal riff in Drop-D.....at least not yet. "Really? Awesome!" Tohru chimed happily to her pink haired friend, always caring for her was Mira-chan. Strange how close they became....even for just the first day. The girl noticed most of the music club staring at her, a bit awkwardly were some looks she got. Must not have been fans of the rocker's favorite instrument of all time, but...like Tohru even cared.

"Ne, Ru-chan... Maybe you can help me pick out pieces too?", she heard Mira say after her bout of excitement. "Sure thing." She replied with a smile as Mira's arm wrapped around hers and the pink haired girl led her back to the class. "Hmm...what do you think about Moonlight Sonata? Too easy? Or maybe....Canon in D?"

Nadeshiko Kazamatsuri

"H-hey, you know sh-she w-wants it... J-j-just as bad as y-you d-Ow!" Nadeshiko flinched as Himawari chopped at her head. She was supposed to be in the swimming club, not the karate club! "Ow-ow-owies! H-hey... ... ...If you w-want that k-kind of relationship... It'd b-be better if you w-w-wore tight l-leather, eheheh~"

As she raised her head again, Nadeshiko noticed that the quiet girl had suddenly rushed behind Himawari. Not that she blamed her; after all, even if she had a really cute face Himawari was best viewed from behind. But still...

"H-hey! I... I saw Himawari f-first..." Trying and failing to glare at Yuuki, she instead nervously stared off at the wall beside her. "Un... Unless I... I c-can w-w-watch eheheh..."

El_Tigre said
Sophia herself became rather concerned when she saw the confusion on the girls face. she ridiculed herself within her own thoughts as the moments ticked by and her face began to shine and increasingly dark shade of red at the prospect of possibly making herself look like a crude American. Though as the girl responded she sighed a bit in relief, at least her gibberish was at least faintly understandable. Though the relief only lasted but a moment as the girls words sank in. She was right, it was none of Sophia's business but she always believed that once you accidentally body check someone into the floor it's your duty to make sure everything is alright. She looked awkwardly down at her wrinkled piece of paper in her hands for a moment. As the girl spoke up once more Sophia's ridiculously bright blue eyes looked up once more.She frowned as she translated what the girl said the best she could in her head. She was stumbled on one part. She said she was either marbled at or laughed at. Sophia was going to take a stab in the dark and go with she was laughed at. Sophia nodded in understanding, she knew all to well the pain of people laughing and making fun of someone. Hell, she moved across the world and learned an entirely new language just to get away from it. "I am much sorry." She spoke sweetly and tenderly, her words conveying her understanding of the situation all to well.Knowing not to pry anymore into any details she thought she might change the subject by introducing herself. After bashing into the girl she thought it was only polite. "My name is Sophia Erinsson. It's nice to meet you!" She said almost masterfully, she had only practiced the sentence over a hundred times during her tutoring. With that she out stretched her hand. She couldn't remember if people in japan shook hands in greeting but she was in default mode. "But you can call me Sophie."

Another exchange student? Or perhaps just a foreigner living overseas for some reason or another. It was evident now that this girl, Sophie her name was, wasn't native. Her rocky understanding of the language and her name were giveaways enough. It was her offer of a handshake that cemented this for Reiko. Reiko merely looked down at the offered hand and then back up to Sophie.

"I'm not going to call you anything," Reiko responded, her moment of vulnerability seeming to have faded away. "Don't act like you're trying to be nice or be my friend or what you're doing now. I don't need a friend. I need you to look where you're going next time."

Short of stomping her foot down, Reiko did what she could to come off as aggravated. As angry. Her tone was firm and flat and her eyes stared towards Sophie without an ounce of goodwill behind them. She had had enough of people pretending like they care, and she had had enough of people acting like they wanted to be friends or whatever. This girl was no exception to that.

Reiko was having a terrible first day.

Himawari couldn't help but be just a little confused when the quiet girl ran around to hide behind. Well, tried. Himawari was the shortest girl in school, much to her dismay, and even though this girl was very nearly as short it didn't make Himawari any better as a hiding spot. For a few, brief seconds, her mind was able to focus on the girl. And in those moments she was able to recognize her, at last.

"... Yuuki-san?"

She knew the girl! No wonder she looked so familiar... however, there wasn't much time to dwell on that before Nadeshiko continued and made even more perverted comments. Could she just stop? Stop for a few moments? At least not make them where people could hear them... Her focus returning to the black-haired pervert, she reached out, grabbed her by the shoulders, and began to shake her. It was all she could really think of doing at this point, anything to just get her to stop saying such embarrassing things where people could hear her...

"Stoooop! Stop it! Stop saying perverted things!"

"Just because I can braid hair doesn't... mmn, nevermind." Regan sighs softly and shakes her head, though one of the girl's following comments caused her to frown. "You're a first year, too, aren't you?" She looked at the girl sternly, disapproving. "Your pride will crush you."

With that, she went to go deliberate on their lineup for competition. To decide on which first years to include, she decides to hold a small tournament, to find the strongest first year. While making up the tournament list, she frowns softly. Akira seemed fairly determined to get some sparring in, and it was difficult to determine how serious she was about it. "Akira-kouhai. We're going to hold a tournament among the first-years, to decide who will be placed among our regulars. If you win, I expect you to take this on with dedication. Did you want to participate?"

Fabricant451 said
Another exchange student? Or perhaps just a foreigner living overseas for some reason or another. It was evident now that this girl, Sophie her name was, wasn't native. Her rocky understanding of the language and her name were giveaways enough. It was her offer of a handshake that cemented this for Reiko. Reiko merely looked down at the offered hand and then back up to Sophie. "I'm not going to call you anything," Reiko responded, her moment of vulnerability seeming to have faded away. "Don't act like you're trying to be nice or be my friend or what you're doing now. I don't need a friend. I need you to look where you're going next time." Short of stomping her foot down, Reiko did what she could to come off as aggravated. As angry. Her tone was firm and flat and her eyes stared towards Sophie without an ounce of goodwill behind them. She had had enough of people pretending like they care, and she had had enough of people acting like they wanted to be friends or whatever. This girl was no exception to that. Reiko was having a terrible first day.

Sophie blinked curiously at the sudden and abrupt change in Reiko's tone and how she spoke to her. As if some imaginary switch were flicked and her vulnerability changed to harshness. She sighed, a bit aggravated at the girl who so harshly snapped at Sophie for doing nothing more than being nice and opening up. A mistake she wouldn't make a second time. She knew she should have stayed guarded, not let anyone in. But her lapse in judgement would not be forgotten.

"Listen, I don't know what snapped and made you think I was only putting on a show. But I was actually trying to be nice. I don't usually open up to people but I felt bad I ran into you. So sorry for that. I don't see where you get off thinking that of a complete stranger!" With that she gave a hard huff, the concentration it took for her to formulate those strings of sentences took all her will power not to mess up. She wanted to say more but in her flustered state she couldn't think of the words. She clung to the couple books to her chest as she huffed once more before spinning on her heels and stomping away from Reiko.

Sophie was tired of people not believing what she said and calling her a liar. She had plenty of that back in the states and she wouldn't deal with it the first day at her new school. She would not be made out to be some kind of liar. Not again. She turned around a corner and out of sight before her emotions swelled to the surface. The memories of the kids back in her old school came flooding in. Their mean taunts and cruel actions all crashing down on her all over again. She slowed her steps to almost a stop as she gripped onto her books at her chest even tighter, fighting back the tears that swelled in her eye lids moments before falling down her cheek.

"Canon in D? What's the occasion?" Mira giggled and poked Tohru in the side gently before sliding onto the piano bench. She eyed the black and white keys for a bit, seeming to be deep in thought about something. "I think that's an excellent choice for our first piece, Ru-chan..." She smiled at her friend and then turned her attention back to the piano. Maybe I'll give someone else a chance at first chair and play the piano. Perhaps Hikaru if no one else steps up... So many things were on her mind that she hadn't even realized her fingers were already on the keys of the piano, playing a piece which always seemed to calm her mood. She's certainly good enough... With each note that she played, all of her worries were nearly put to rest. However, there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop worrying about Haruka and her secret mission. It had only been several hours, and already she feared her friend had met some ill fate.

Nervously, Yuuki tapped on Himawari's shoulder, trying to get her attention, and pointing towards their observer. With something now safely been her and Nadeshiko, the shy girl had taken note of her surroundings--and she'd spotted Yui. She'd just wanted to get to the literature club and now everything had kind of... ballooned horribly!

Tohru's cheeks blushed lightly at the catching of her little faux pas thanks to Mira-chan's cute jest to her, forgetting shortly that Canon in D was usually a classical piece reserved for special occasions, mostly weddings. She chuckled at the girl poking her side teasingly, "I dunno. Maybe someone might get hitched someday." She joked, but even if it was a jovial remark, still the concept brought more heated reds to her cheeks, causing Tohru to glance off to the side a little with a small giggle to herself. Yeah...who knows. Of course she wasn't thinking about Mira. It was more of a delightful piece to the short conversation. She'd never think once of just settling down like most folks did, for there was still her dreams and ambitions she looked forward to...being on stage, having her own band and touring the world, bringing the power and fury of metal to the masses. Maybe....after I'm done rocking the world. She mused to herself, watching as Mira took her place at the grand piano, eyeing the ivories for a minute or so....before her petite and musically inclined fingers went to those very keys...and produced the most beautiful of melodies to grace Tohru's ears.

The way her hands gracefully moved across the piano's many keys, how each note she pressed sounded in such harmonizing clarity, the rocker could've stood there forever listening to the Satie piece being so professionally and so emotionally composed by her best friend. It seemed to the girl, as like Tohru, once her fingers were upon her instrument, all her cares, her troubles and worries....just fluttered away to be scattered to the winds...precariously like the cherry blossoms upon the school grounds, filling the air with their sweet fragrance. Such warmth the music brought to Tohru, but as she observed Mira's expression with more clarity, she tended to notice every once in a while a sort of anxiety flash from the pink haired girl. I wonder if she's thinking about....her... As was Tohru, though she got off on the wrong end with the junior soldier and there was still the matter of this vendetta she held with Haruka-chan, but despite illness towards the third year, Tohru would never go so grim and far to wish death upon her. Yeah....hope she's alright too.. Still, it sorta miffed Tohru that Mira may or may not...have feelings for G.I. Jane. Meh....if she does, then....best of luck I guess. No wait....that sounded too bitter. Besides, Tohru was still unsure if she liked her roommate like....like that...... Closing her eyes and giving a peaceful exhale of air, Tohru just decided to discard those very thoughts for the moment, sinking herself into the lovely melodies of the piano.

Hikaru shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Tournament sounds nice" Her knuckles popped a little and then she went to bend herself.
In fact, she bend in ways most "ordinary" city girls couldn't. Then she picked up a Shinai and swung it around warming up her arms and then, wearing all her armour, the Bougu, she jumped around a bit to warm up her leg muscles, too.
"I'm pretty sure, I'm not going to lose. So, yeah. I'll be dedicated here, however, I'm gonna visit the musics club, too. Maybe even more, depending on the match schedule."
For something that was forced upon her by her parents, she actually liked this sport rather well.
"You know, I have to be good and get good. My father wants me to inherit his dojo, someday." Hikaru shrugged again almost emotionless as if she really didn't care much for the person she called "father".
And one would be totally right with that assumption. She didn't care one bit about her father, her mother maybe and her brothers mostly, but concerning the rest of the family, she had no real good words for them left.
"Alright, now, Hiryuu, get that plan up, so I can beat the shit out of somebody..." Hikaru struck out her tongue to show that her choice of words was mostly joking.