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[F o o l i s h n e s s]

 
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Fumizuki Academy: The First Day - 7:00 A.M


/monthly_2016_08/13-a-typical-school.jpg.1c3df517ca746e3342b909a8e2b618ad.jpg  Fumizuki's Academy gates began to creak open for the first day of school. The spring aura surrounding the school in a merry and almost serene atmosphere. The cherry blossoms being in full bloom in spring, the petals wafting through the air and onto the yard and fountain. The flowing streams of the fountain making a small mist that gave the illusion of a rainbow before the student's eyes. 


The students began to pour through, this time, the always-early Class A students coming earlier than usual as expect from students of high caliber. Their room almost like a five-star hotel which has gained the Envy of several students, although the closest to grab even a smidgen of it was Class B. However, it was doubtful that the geniuses that were brought here were able to let themselves stoop as low as that. Once someone tastes victory, they don't want to let it go.  The students followed in rows, almost in order of the classes Highest to Lowest: B, C,D,E and of course, the lowest...Class F.


Their lateness is absolutely justified with the almost abusive classroom. The lack of AC, broken tables with no hope of repairing them (although glue was a temporary fix), and a teacher that doesn't seem to care at all about his job. It wasn't like they weren't in for the worst treatment in the entire academy. However, to the unlucky few that found themselves late for the entrance ceremony at 7:30, they were to pay to the fullest extent of the faculty. The imposing figure with broad shoulders and muscles was known as the frighting 'Ironman'.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Midori had arrived at the school a little late. Why? Very simple. She did not live far away from the school, but that took its time too if you looked at your portable game all the time. She was playing a game she had newly bought. That was nothing too strange, as games were, where most of her money landed. That, and mountain dew. And doritos. She was now looking up. Who knew, if Kazu was there yet. If he was, that would be great. He was her best friend and the only one she would stop playing her games for. Nobody else would get her to do so. Not Ironman, not the headteacher, nobody. 

 

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[AKEMI ANDERSON]


[class A, fifteen]

Despite the expectation and typical stereotypes of the normal sheep of class A, Akemi  Anderson arrived at perfectly seven twenty eight, with two minutes to spare to get to class and with her nonchalance to the world around her, the lolita quietly shuffled through the entrance.


She made her way to the homeroom with a lack of grace and a blanket folded in her hands. The blanket being something Akemi used to cover herself up inside of the large room, where the AC was often turned up a bit too high for her frail and small body.


She reached the class and opened the door, her eyes scanning everything. The famed War Expert made her way to an empty corner (which actually was her assigned seat) close to the snack stand, and placed her blanket on it.


Akemi went to the snack table and picked up a pudding cup and spoon, and landed in her seat sluggishly.


All this while completely ignoring the world around her.

 

[Nenma Takashi]

Kazuichi was enjoying himself sure he had gotten an earful from his mom who said she was "Highly disappointed" by him. This meant more study sessions but on the bright side he could nap more often. Since all the work would be easy he'd get down faster plus the school had some pretty comfy benches, which was the reason he was no resting on one at the moment and not heading to class even though he was late. He opened his eyes for a moment thinking about Midori and wondering if she was on her way to school yet. Knowing her she had stayed up late playing games again he considered going to make sure she was coming. But he decided against the idea thinking to himself. 'I'll believe in Momo she's probably fine.' Translation he was too lazy to go get her even if they had been friends since elementary he didn't see a reason to get up from his comfy bench. "She'll be fine." He mumbled to himself. 

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Midori looked around for a few moments. Then she spotted him, where else, on a bench. Hypedly, she stored her game in her pocket and walked over. "Kazuuuu", she floated happily. Then, she let herself fall down the to the bench and rested her head against his shoulder. "We need to get up way too early for school..." She snuggled a bit. She did that nearly every morning, it had become a kind of ritual even to say exactly that sentence while snuggling up at his shoulder.  Then she noticed something. She had bought another game. "Hey, after school, you wanna come over? I got a new game and i need you for the coop achievements..."

Kazuichi was enjoying himself sure he had gotten an earful from his mom who said she was "Highly disappointed" by him. This meant more study sessions but on the bright side he could nap more often. Since all the work would be easy he'd get down faster plus the school had some pretty comfy benches, which was the reason he was no resting on one at the moment and not heading to class even though he was late. He opened his eyes for a moment thinking about Midori and wondering if she was on her way to school yet. Knowing her she had stayed up late playing games again he considered going to make sure she was coming. But he decided against the idea thinking to himself. 'I'll believe in Momo she's probably fine.' Translation he was too lazy to go get her even if they had been friends since elementary he didn't see a reason to get up from his comfy bench. "She'll be fine." He mumbled to himself. 

 

[Nenma Takashi]

Kazuichi heard Momo call for him then he felt her head on his shoulder he yawned. Opening his eyes he looked at her out of the corner of his eye reaching a hand up he pat her head. "Yeah your right about that...but." He then flicked her forehead pushing her head off of him so he could sit up. "If I can get here on time then you have no excuse." While he had gotten to school on time he fell asleep on the bench so he was just as late as she was. Kazuichi cracked his neck then stretched his arms standing he nodded. "Sure I'll come over. As long as it's not another crappy game like last time." Kazuichi shuddered just remembering last time Midori had convinced him to play a game. It was Porks the Porcupine and old classic that Kazuichi loved. Or so he thought it really was a remake one that was glitchy and  had god awful gameplay along with a terrible story. He gave her a serious look shaking his head. "Never again." He held out his arms expecting her to give him a piggy back ride. "Come on now we have to get to the gym for introductions." 


@Princess Ami

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Midori was a little pouty when he pushed her head off. She looked at him with exactly that look, pouting like a child. She listened closely and sighed when he mentioned the last game. It wasnt HER fault that it was awful, he knew exactly she had to beat each and every game she bought. She then pouted even more when he expected her to give her a piggy back ride. "You talk bad about my games and tell me im late and yet you want me to carry you? Tsk." She turned around on the bench sukily. "Im the girl. If anything, you need to carry me." She knew he would probably make a joke about her not being a girl because she did not perfectly act like one mostly. "And dont comment on that now unless you want to say im right, otherwise i wont share my chewing gum with you." She always had a big reserve of the sweet with her. She loved it nearly as much as games.


@Nenma Takashi

 

[Pyosimros]

KIYOKO ALLEN


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Another year in this place.


Kiyoko walked blissfully through the gate of Fumizuki Academy. Despite her tiredness, she


had a relatively high morale - she was a Class A student after all. If she were in any lower


class, perhaps Kiyoko would have had a different outlook. If she did not have the wonderful


chairs, the free laptop or the decor Kiyoko would’ve dreaded school days.


The scenery around her was quite pleasant. A clear blue sky, sakura trees scattered


throughout school grounds, the pleasant sound of the fountain in front of her; she could stay


here forever. Kiyoko’s eyes scanned the area further to an extent in which onlookers would


believe she had missed something. She indeed, did feel as though she was missing


something. As if there was somewhere Kiyoko had to be other than Class A.


“C’mon! Let’s go to the gym and grab a good seat before they’re all gone!” a random


student said to his friend, dashing past Kiyoko.


“I remember now,” she murmured, picking up her pace towards the school. Kiyoko pulled


open the door, walking inside relatively quickly to avoid holding it for others. Kiyoko saw two


options laid in front of her: ignore the event in the gym and proceed to walk into Class A,


or she could attend the event.

Hmph. Tough choices, she thought, eyes fluttering in thoughtfulness. A few seconds passed
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and she continued to stand there as a potential roadblock to anyone in the hallway. A little
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while afterwards, Kiyoko had come to her decision, and she trudged forward. The
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destination? The gym.
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[F o o l i s h n e s s]

Cho Onoitami


/monthly_2016_08/Izuru.png.38f14c6b43cbfdf2c8d7ac3c572b3a91.pngCho woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, his formal attire looking closer to casual. His coat at the very least being buttoned up correctly, although everything else destroys the image of a perfect student which a person is given the title Prince of the Academy. His hair becoming unruly and spiraling around him, with loose strands sticking to his cheek, his shirt having one too many buttons unbuttoned, and his lazily knotted tie wasn't helping whatsoever. For someone who is going to give a speech for the start of the school year, this was hardly apple behavior.


His legs dragged along the sidewalk, his posture beginning to straighten as soon as he had Ironman in his sights. Although he might have been the best student at the school, he was also terrified of the unknown punishments that Ironman put them through to thoroughly break their sanity if they had broken the school rules. (However, it was obvious that he was lax around the class A students themselves.).


A bulky hand appeared in front of him, dragging him forward by his tie, Ironman pulling him to the side to give him a talking to. "I know you think you are better than every student here so you can do anything you want, but you have to change that arrogant attitude of yours. Do you honestly think this is the proper dress code." Onoitami had no words, not that he didn't have an excuse or he was dumbstruck, it was closer to he was a silent person most of the time and he would rather sit through his lecture to focus eyes on this scene. He usually disliked attention yes, but if this helped to stray away people to the thought that he has done no wrong and wasn't has perfect as the stereotypes proposed he was all for it. 


"If you understand, button up your shirt and fix your tie. Then get to gym so we can finally get the Opening Ceremony up and going."


The prince gave a nod, resulting in shocked expressions from the crowd. The majority expecting him to be put through some sort of other punishment and not let off as easily has he was just now. Of course, he didn't think that he thought that they were shocked that he got in trouble (although that is justifiable). The student representative of the school year marching off to the gymnasium.

 

[Nenma Takashi]

Kazuichi hopped on Momo's back he poked her face as she complained about her being the who should be carried. "Hey now gender roles aren't cool." He said knowing she was expecting him to insult her so he threw her a curve ball. He pointed in the direction of the gym resting his head on her shoulder like she was doing to him a moment ago. "Onward to the gym my gamer companion." He said in a somewhat enthusiastic tone he wanted to get to his classroom so he could fall asleep. He had heard the school had amazingly comfy couches that he could rest on little did he know that was an A class only liberty. He had no idea F class was far from comfy but this was Kazuichi he'd find a way to fall asleep in any situation.


@Princess Ami 

 

[Captain Spooks]

(If there's asterisks around a set of words then that means that Alex is speaking in English)


The Masao Cousins


Alex and Saito walked through the Fumizuki Academy gates. Alex was shifting a grey beanie on top of his head, "why do you wear that stupid thing?" Saito said while giving his much taller cousin an odd look.


Alex slugged his cousin right in the shoulder, "you dont know the first thing about fashion, shorty," he chuckled, but Saito just looked annoyed. 


Alex went to say something again, but he was interrupted by his phone going off, "oh, it's my mom," Alex said while pulling his phone out, "*hey mom... yes I'm at school... yes I'll be good... kay, love you too, bye,*"  he said in English as the two cousins walked through the main doors of the academy.


"The gym is that way, you should go there since this is your first year here," Saito said while pointing down the hall, "your not going shorty?" Alex asked and Saito shook his head before walking to class A. Alex went the opposite direction twords the gym.

 

[Sugary_Paragraphs]

The morning sun rose in the air, bringing light into the quiet house that was the Blackwell residence. All was quiet inside, and there seemed to be no sign of people. Not in the living room, or the bathroom. Not in the kitchen or the two rooms upstairs...but in the Attic, a ladder, once rickety and old, now new and with fuzzy yellow carpets on the bars, came down. With a snicker, a small teen of yellow climbed down, an alarm clock in his arms. Jumping down, the boy fixed his yellow googles on the top of his head and pat his big yellow sweater before making his move. Alarm clock in hands, he snickered and top-toed to one room door, slowly opening the door and peeking through...only to pout when he realized it was empty. Right. They had work. ...But there was one who didn't. Big smile returning, he closed the door and walked down before arriving at the other, slowly opening it and peeking. A rush of cold air came through and the only thing he could see was black. As he adjusted to the near-blinding darkness, he noticed the shape of a bookshelf, closed curtains, and a bed with a big lump. Dark, Mysterious, Cold...just the way his Big Sis liked it.


With his smile still in place, the ball of yellow tip-toed to the bed, so short that the bed was at chest height to him. With a snicker, he held up the alarm clock, and pressed a button. Loud digital blaring took place, causing the boy to bounce up and down in place as the lump moved. Smile widening, he watched as a large, but feminine hand slowly came out from under the sheets, a long arm visibly filled with muscle following soon after. It searched the air for a few moments before it landed on the boys face. After a few pats and some quiet giggles from the boy, the hand moved back and tapped his face. Noticing the noise didn't stop, the hand, as if suspicious, waited a few seconds before moving down and feeling the boy before squeezing it. The boy's giggle rose in sound, causing the hand to quickly move back to the sheets. A creaking from the bed sounded and the lump moved before a face peeked through. Two Irises of pure red and black pupils stared through his soul, not having to adjust to the dark thanks to the boy's...yellow ways.


"MORNING, TABBY!" The boy yelled excitedly with a high-pitched chirp, still bouncing. With a blink, the face, as well as the lump, began to move again before slowly rising. The boy backed away, smile still present, even when he found that he had to crane his neck upward a bit to still look 'Tabby' in the eye. As the sheets slid down and the person sat up, 'Tabby' was revealed to be a dark-skinned girl with purple hair, one side short and unruly and the other side...even shorter, making her look as if she were a girl of punk rock. The girl watched as the boy made his way to the curtains...and covered her eyes when he opened them. After a few moments, she uncovered them and saw Simon Blackwell, the little teen who's young jovial face, big eyes, and wide smile only confirmed he looked more like a child than a teen.  "Today's the first day of school! The first day of school with my BIG SISl! Aren't you excited?!" Simon cheered as Tabitha Blackwell swung her legs to the side of her bed and slowly stood up..and up, revealing her pajamas, which consisted of a black tank-top that hugged her large healthy bosom and grey sweatpants. Holding up her large arms, she sighed and stretched before rubbing her back and looking down at her little brother. It took a lot for the hulking figure of darkness to smile, but even if Simon was small, he still had a tendency to accomplish such a big feat. She watched, a small smile spreading across her lips, as Simon eagerly rambled on. The Idea of public school, let alone outside, sickened her and caused her black heart to pound harder with hatred, but seeing her brother so happy gave her that heart-warming feeling. It was..cute. It didn't help he had the looks of a nine year old, either  "And we'll do lots of fun stuff like eat lunch, and meet new friends, and talk to teachers, and share pencils, and make new friends, and do tests, and make new friends, and...wait. Did I say new friends twice? OH, WHO CARES WHEN YOU'RE GONNA MAKE NEW FRIENDS!"


And with that, Tabitha's smile was gone, replaced by another look that rarely showed from her blank or angry looks...insecurity. Simon, still staring up at her with big excited eyes, noticed her sudden change, causing his rambling to slowly quiet down. "And...And...Tabitha? Are you OK?" He watched her blink and shake her head, looking away. Simon frowned. Simon knew his big sister better than anyone, meaning he knew when she was hiding something from him. Stepping forward, he put his hands on his hips. "Taaabithaaa." Simon said slowly with a pout, causing the large girl to flinch under her little brother's hardening gaze.


"...Friends." Her deep feminine voice rumbled with a somber tone, causing Simon to dig through his Naive mind, like he normally did with her one worded responses, to find out what she meant. Was she sad about...making friends? But why? Making friends was the best! Sure, Tabitha wasn't exactly...social, but that was okay! Because like the best little brother he was, he was gonna HELP her make friends! So why was she sad?


 After a few moments, Tabitha noticed the boy trying to decipher her response, but she could only give him a blank face that hid her true emotions. ...This wasn't very fair. She...She couldn't get it! No matter how much she learned, she just couldn't get it! SHE was the one who he'd curl up on during those nights they read together in her room. SHE was the one who ate his delicious home-cooked meals. SHE was the one who cared for him whenever he was sick, despite many mistakes that took place. So...why did he want to make friends with other people so badly? She couldn't help but grit her teeth. She hated the outside, yet tolerated it enough when Simon asks her to go out. But she didn't like talking to the people out there. They just...annoyed her. Comments about her freakish height or Physique, loud nature, arrogant attitudes...she couldn't STAND the thought of Simon even talking to one of them! "...No-Nothing." She said, hoping her clenched fists and the rising anger showing on her face wouldn't be visible to Simon.


The boy blinked and his frown dissolved after a few moments. Walking up to her, he hugged her as much as he could. He could only wrap around her leg, but Tabitha still felt it, the rising blush and surprised look on her face showing it as she looked down at him. "Don't worry, Tabby. We'll get through this! Blackwells always do!" Simon said, staring back at her with another one of his famous smiles. Tabitha blinked at this and slowly placed a hand on his back, giving him an uncertain look. "No worried face, missy! Besides, It's such a perfect day today! What could possibly go wrong?"


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"FASTER, TABITHA, FASTER!" 


With a large burst of speed, Tabitha took off, face of determination matched on her brother's, who she piggy-backed as they made their way to the academy! They had woken up early and after some breakfast, they began their walk to school. It was quite the distance between their house and the academy, but they would've made it with ample time to spare...that is, until that kindergarten teacher had stopped them in the middle of their walking and began to scold Tabitha for playing 'Pretend' with her 'Toddler' Brother, and then confused Simon for a kindergartner and began scold him. After telling there was no time for games, she grabbed his wrist and started to drag the boy to the direction of an elementary school. Events took place which involved an upset Tabitha, A not so gentle grab of the Lady's shoulder, A verbal argument which involved the shorter lady yelling at Tabitha to respect her elders while the taller girl just glared down at her and gave one worded insults back, Simon trying to break the Argument, and an elderly women who finally had enough and threw pots and pans at them through her house window, causing the three to run their separate ways...which led to them running late.


"TABBY! I SEE IT!" Simon cried as he held on to her neck, wind blowing through his hair as he had on his goggles to protect his face from the wind. With a nod, Tabitha pushed up her glasses, yet grunted a bit at her uniform. Her skirt may have been longer than the others, but that didn't stop her sculpted legs from making it look slightly ridiculous. Not to mention the shirt was tight across her chest...not that she'd say it out loud. Running through the entrance, she now began to sprint down the halls, making her way to the gym. "YAY! GO TABBY!" Simon cheered, causing Tabitha's resolve to make it in time to increase. "Now all we need to do is-" 


Unfortunately, the poor boy couldn't finish. Before he knew it, Tabitha had suddenly tripped, causing a high squeak that replaced her normally deep female voice to sound out as she jerked forward a bit and crashed, yet her jerk had sent poor Simon flying. The boy wordlessly watched with wide-eyes as he saw he was heading for a girl walking down the hall. "Awww Pooper scooper." He said before his small body slammed into her back.


@Pyosimros 

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Kazuichi hopped on Momo's back he poked her face as she complained about her being the who should be carried. "Hey now gender roles aren't cool." He said knowing she was expecting him to insult her so he threw her a curve ball. He pointed in the direction of the gym resting his head on her shoulder like she was doing to him a moment ago. "Onward to the gym my gamer companion." He said in a somewhat enthusiastic tone he wanted to get to his classroom so he could fall asleep. He had heard the school had amazingly comfy couches that he could rest on little did he know that was an A class only liberty. He had no idea F class was far from comfy but this was Kazuichi he'd find a way to fall asleep in any situation.


@Princess Ami 

Midori started to carry him towards the gym, just because she knew it was the best if she did not want any unnecessary discussions. Also, she was strong enough. "Your a lazy piece of... whatsoever..." However, while saying so, Midori still smiled. It was not like she cared much if she had to carry him or not. Approaching the gym slowly, she snickered. You know that you will have to make up for this, right? You will have to be very kind to me and such."

 

[Pyosimros]

KIYOKO ALLEN


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Mere seconds ago, Kiyoko felt as if this day would be a normal one. As if she found herself in a


school without a crazy battling system. Now that her eardrums were filled with the persistent


screams of a stranger and the sounds of loud footsteps, Kiyoko was slapped into reality.

 


“TABBY! I SEE IT!”

 


“Hm?” she turned around, investigating the noise. It was a...strange sight to see to say the least.


There was a boy wearing yellow goggles piggybacking an extremely tall woman. With all the


running she was doing through the all, Kiyoko couldn’t help but feel as though she would be


trampled over. Her eyes widened, and she froze. Kiyoko believed that if she stayed still, she


could avoid being stepped on. It was almost as if Kiyoko were some sort of deer and the


purple-haired woman were some sort of wolf; the closer the two were to Kiyoko, the more


intimidated she was. As they were now roughly ten feet away from each other, Kiyoko believed


herself to be in the clear. The strangers would have already noticed her by now, and would’ve


responded accordingly. That was, until the piggyback-giver tripped.

 


Kiyoko’s frozen motion was no longer created from a terrible strategy, it was now created from


surprise. “Oh!” she squeaked, before the boy riding Tabitha’s back slammed into her.

 


The initial impact wasn’t too bad - Kiyoko’s been through worse. Rather, it was the fall onto the


floor with the male which inflicted 90% of the pain. “Ow!” she yipped, with her first instinct


being to push the weight (or in this case, a person) off her. She maneuvered the male off her,


huffing slightly in disgruntlement. Kiyoko stood up rather quickly, patting the small amounts of


dust off herself.



“I’m sorry,” she apologized, as if Kiyoko herself had slammed into the him. Her head moved


upwards to take a look at the female. Without her shock, Kiyoko recognized her quite well.


“Why’re you giving piggybacks to strangers Tabitha?” she questioned in English, eyes


narrowed. Chances are, the person in front of her was likely a friend of Tabitha’s, explaining the


piggyback ride.


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Simon groaned a bit when he landed on the floor, yet yelped when he was pushed away. Getting up slowly, he stumbled a bit, Shoes squeaking against the hallway floor as he tried to keep his balance. Meanwhile, Tabitha grunted and slowly got up from the floor. Pathetic! She was more careful than that! Tabitha growled and stood up, patting the dust off her and looking down at her shoes with a piercing glare. It was these damn shoes! Why did these uniforms have to be so annoying? They were all lucky today was Simon's first day at Fumizuki Academy, otherwise she would've...wait. Where was Simon?! Eyes widening, Tabitha felt her neck, gasping softly when she realized the arms of the Shota weren't there. Looking around wildly, she spotted the boy rubbing his head...and the girl next to him. She quickly moved up to him and grabbed him by his shoulders before crouching and inspecting him, grabbing his chin and moving his head left and right for any bumps or bruises. She wasn't good at health, but she was prepared to run to the nurse with Simon in her arms if she had to. Meanwhile, the boy struggled to see the girl behind his sister, the thought of making new friends overriding the memory of his recent accident.


After a sigh of relief, Tabitha slowly stood up and patted her brother on the head with a slight apologetic look. "...Sorry." She said to him, yet before he could reply with a thumbs-up and some sort of happy chirp, the girl behind them had asked Tabitha a question. Time stood still as Tabitha slowly turned around, her face becoming a hardened glare. If there was one thing passerby's had noticed, it was the dark aura that suddenly chilled the halls, signaling all the students who've been in this school for more than one year to shiver. One freshmen had even quivered and asked what the feeling was, causing a group of several fourth years to turn to him and utter one word...'Tabitha', Or as some like to call her; 'The Dreaded Book Giant'. A figure so mysterious and brooding that even her sitting at the front of the class was the scariest thing one had ever seen. Said figure's red piercing eyes looked over the shorter girl, slightly moving a bit to cover Simon. Did she...know this girl? She spoke near-perfect English, blonde hair...she didn't notice her classmates, nor did she care if they were there or not. And that was confirmed by Tabitha turning around to just walk away and continue her way to the gym. She didn't have to reveal her business to this girl. She'd just continue on her way and-


"HI THERE!"


Tabitha's eyes widened and she looked down to discover Simon wasn't there anymore. Blinking, she slowly turned...and grunted ins surprised when she saw Simon in front of the girl, holding his hand up to her with a big smile. Her eye twitched and a glare of the devil found its way at the girl. Not noticing the increasing dark aura behind him (As well as the shivers from various students around the school), Simon stared up at the girl, smile still present. "Super duper sorry about crashing into you! I hope you're okay! You're okay, are you?" Simon hummed and did a quick circle around the girl before stopping in front of her. "Well, you look OK! I wouldn't want to hurt a new friend my first day here! Wow! So, this is the academy?! WOW! It's so pretty! And big too! Almost Tabitha big! Right, Tabby?!" Simon asked, turning to his sister. He was so excited, he didn't even notice the long pause as she just continued glaring at the girl, clenched fists behind her back. "RIGHT!" Simon chirped, turning back to the girl. "OH! I ALMOST FORGOT! Silly me!" He held out his hand again, this time, actually waiting for the girl to shake it. "My name is Simon! I'm Tabitha's brother!"


As Simon waited for a response, several seated students suddenly stood up. For some reason, in the dark Aura they were feeling earlier...There was a small light that shined through. A light that seemed to be guarded by the Dark Aura itself...which could only mean one thing...


There was a New Blackwell at Fumizuki.


@Pyosimros

 

[Nenma Takashi]

Kazuichi gave a low grumble then rubbed the top of her head. "Yes yes I'll be the nicest they'll be calling me nice guy Kazu." He smiled starting to fall asleep he was glad he had Midori whenever he didn't want to walk she would give him piggyback rides. Ever since elementary no matter how many times she said she wouldn't he'd always get her to crumble. She would then always say he'd have to pay her back which he always did this time would be no different after all she managed to give him something fun to do besides sleeping all day and studying all night.  


@Princess Ami

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Kazuichi gave a low grumble then rubbed the top of her head. "Yes yes I'll be the nicest they'll be calling me nice guy Kazu." He smiled starting to fall asleep he was glad he had Midori whenever he didn't want to walk she would give him piggyback rides. Ever since elementary no matter how many times she said she wouldn't he'd always get her to crumble. She would then always say he'd have to pay her back which he always did this time would be no different after all she managed to give him something fun to do besides sleeping all day and studying all night.  


@Princess Ami

Midori carried him towards the gym and grumbled and muttered. She knew she would always carry him. She knew he knew that too. And she hated the latter. That would however not make her stop. He was her best friend after all. And he DID make up for it each time. She however always made a small hop to shake him, just when he was about to sleep away. He should not think he could do what pleased him. He had to grateful and at least entertain her. 

 

[Tulani]

       Ota arrived a bit early to Fumizuki Academy; but, she didn't use that time as most would expect. Instead of being the diligent type and heading straight to either her class room of the gymnasium she simply walked slowly and observed the familiar and unfamiliar faces. When ever she passed someone she recognized she would greet them with a refined and pleasant courtesy. 


    Ota was nicknamed the "Stoic Princess," by her peers because she stood tall and gave off what could only be described as a knightly aura. This would often cause mishaps of gender confusion or female idolization; but, this was just an acceptable norm to Ota. She still remembered the first time at the school last year when Mr. "Iron Man." himself thought she was dressing out of proper conduct code just to get a closer inspection and be forced to apologize. Soon fallowed by criticism of course; but, we can only hope for so much from a man like him.


    However, this year old Iron Man left her alone and she went as far as to offer him the same due respect she was showing everyone. From A to F she really didn't care much for discrimination. Some would likely see this as her belittling the struggles of F class; but, to her it was just a matter of being decent. Ota would tend to try and not let her intelligence be something she presented as a strong characteristic. She was more than book smart, and she wanted others to realize that about themselves too.


   Her uniform didn't fit the greatest and even though it would only hurt the miss gendering she actually much preferred a nice pair of slacks to a skirt. But, she was not so bold as to attempt invoking the wrath of one Iron Man. So she sucked it up and wore the uniform properly. She would move to a nearby bench sitting down still greeting those she could as they passed. She set down her off the hip shoulder bag and dug through it pulling out one of her many home cooked snacks. Inside was a mini beef sandwiches in a Pita Bread with lettuce tomato and he own custom sauce. The meat was seared, basted in a second sauce, and finished off in the oven for an even cook. 


      Ota licked her lips and spoke in French for a moment before happily chewing on a bit of her food. The expression she made was priceless. She always looked the most feminine while eating just because of the pure unbridled joy that consumes the pallet of her face. "Mhummm... so gewd. Maybe next time... hmm yurp." she swallowed. "Just a bit more vinegar in the orange sauce... and." she sniffs a moment. "Think the aroma was better last time.... ah... more cayenne flakes... just a bit." 


      She nodded in affirmation cooking being the only thing she cared about as far as school went and consequently her best subject. She would check her watch to be sure she wasn't late at any point. She would also seem to watch the interactions of others.

 

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Tabitha gave Kiyoko some sort of death-glare, almost as if Kiyoko had just curb stomped a


puppy in front of her. She stood there, soaking in the stare with the least amount of uneasiness


she could possibly convey. Kiyoko’s eyes focused and unfocused on Tabitha in rapid succession,


utterly unsure of when she could possibly give her an answer to her previous question. In this


situation, Kiyoko would have much prefered Tabitha romping through the halls over Tabitha in


semi-yangire mode.


Roughly ten seconds passed, and Kiyoko spotted movement. She flinched, unsure of whether


Tabitha was in combat-mode or not. Kiyoko rested easy when Tabitha turned, and walked


towards the gym. “Phew…” she sighed, overjoyed that the outcome wasn’t a negative one.


“Now to get to the gym…”


“HI THERE!”


“Eh!?” Kiyoko straightened in response to the sudden shout. Her eyes flickered around the


hallway, finally resting on the yellow-haired male from earlier. He proceeded to barrage Kiyoko


with various words, and not one of them registered into her head. There were two reasons to


this. The first, was the speed he was speaking in combined with her recovery from all the past


events that has occurred. The second, and more obvious reason, was the stare of death itself.


Roughly halfway through the stranger’s words, Kiyoko began to focus on Tabitha - anyone in


Kiyoko’s position would focus on the tall individual. Tabitha’s stare differed from her last one.


Instead of causing Kiyoko discomfort as the last one had, this time it had caused her to fear


what she would do next. Her anger was more defined, her facial expression was both simple


and clear to what she wanted: Kiyoko to stay away from the person in front of her.


In the midst of her thoughts a hand was shot towards Kiyoko’s face, disorienting her for a few


seconds. Her head shifted downwards, to be met by the boy who seemed to be a few feet closer


to herself as of this moment.


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]"My name is Simon! I'm Tabitha's brother!"[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]“Really!?”[/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px] Kiyoko blurted in disbelief, shooting her head over to Tabitha once again. She soon[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]regretting her actions, as Kiyoko’s words likely added to Tabitha’s disapproval. She cleared her[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]throat, forcing a purely neutral expression to be displayed. [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]“I see the resemblance. N-Nice to[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]meet you...Simon,” [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Kiyoko spoke the last sentence in a hushed tone - an attempt for those words[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]to not reach Tabitha. She gave a rather hesitant handshake to Simon, fully accompanied with a[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]nervous smile.[/SIZE]



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Two reactions happened at once from the handshake: One, Simon's eye twinkling and his grin widening. Two, Tabitha's frown deepening, her glare intensifying (If that was even possible), and a vein slowly appearing on her forehead. This girl...this girl was getting too close! Thoughts on just grabbing the insolent little girl's neck and repeatedly slamming her carcass into the wall until every bone was cracked suddenly filled her head, causing the eye hidden underneath her hair to glint a bloody red. Yes...Yes that would be easy...Tabitha slowly took menacing steps forward. Simon. meanwhile, was still grinning like an Idiot. Wow! His first High-school friend! Sure, he didn't know her name yet, but he'd figure it out eventually! ...But how?! He needed to know as soon as possible! It was rude to talk to people and not know their name! Simon visibly hummed and cupped his chin in thought. still ignorant of the slowly approaching titan behind him. Just when Tabitha was close enough to reach over her brother and make an attempt at grasping the girl's neck, the boy's eyes suddenly looked up at the clock, causing a large and loud gasp to erupt from his mouth.


"HEY! I have an Idea!" Simon suddenly cheered, causing Tabitha to stop and look down at her Brother. "How about we go to the Gym and sit together?! I never sat with a friend at school before!" If the poor Shota could take two steps into reality, he would've realized his 'Friends' at Junior high were all just kids he made an attempt to befriend. Even to this day, it baffled him why he would always sit alone at lunch or why there was always empty seats next to him in class. There were even times where whispers took place, but for some odd reason, it stopped whenever Tabitha would pick him up on her way from school...STILL! Today was a brand new sparkling day for him! Besides his sister, he'd had made his first friend!  Oooh, This was going to be so fun! "Come on! We won't get any good seats if we're being slowpokes!"


With a giggle, Simon quickly dashed ahead. Tabitha remained glued to her spot, still glaring at the girl. After awhile, Simon had dashed back and grabbed Tabitha's hand, causing Tabitha to immediately diverted her attention to Simon, glare softening into a blank look. "Come on, Sis! We don't wanna be Late!" Running behind her, he began to push her. Although it didn't really do anything, the girl decided to simply follow her little brother's orders and began her walk to the Gym. Watching her, he turned to the other girl and motioned for her to follow before quickly following his sister.


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Tensai Shinto 
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A new year, let's make it good. 
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Tensai shinto came to the academy slightly late, his home was quite far from this school. It was like a car trip from his home to the school, which 
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it took some time to get to with the traffic and such. Tensai was looking forward to meeting the new comers of the school, and some old faces as well. 
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Some people went to the gym, and others went the their classes. Tensai was one of the most intelligent students in his class so far, and hopefully he'll move from 8th out of the 10 best students in the school into at least the top 5, sooner or later someone will end up rivaling with his intelligence, and take his spot.
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He was confident enough that he wouldn't allow that too happen, as the ultimate intelligent student of fumizuki academy can't be beaten by a regular, and even the dumbest of the dumb. As he was entering the halls he see's a couple of people messing around. Tensai wore a punk rock design with a black dress and high boots with a blonde wig worn in a ponytail. He didn't know if he should just chill in the gym or the class, so he went straight towards the gym instead. 
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     Shuttered for a moment with a delicious bit of food in her mouth. She pushed the food to a cheek corner and placed the half a sandwich back in her cutely prepared box. She looked around behind herself and then down the walkway swearing she felt like she was being watched. Ota could only haplessly laugh under her breath and swallow as she saw the source. It was Tabitha, the only girl taller than she was. She was very smart, excelling in all subjects for the most part save for health. It was a marvel really; but, she was very anti-social and gave off an aura that Ota could only describe as Woggidy.


    She seemed to be hovering near a small first year with a sunny disposition. Ota could only hope he wasn't in class E or F. Those students usually become demoralized heaps after a long enough time; and, his attitude was too precious too lose. The pair were apparently conversing with Kiyoko, another excellent A student. Like Ota she lived a good chunk of her life abroad and was a rather impressive vision to behold. Even her summon being was a little knightly cutie.


    After a moment a confrontation arose and Ota placed her sandwich down ready to get in-between as she did with most conflicts. She rather she get punched.... or in this case considering it was Tabitha; strangulated, then anyone else. The conflict settled possibly thanks to the first year which was odd. Tabitha normally was one to keep to herself so seeing this much life out of her so early in the year was certainly odd. In many ways Oka felt sorry for Kiyoka... .


   Ota never quite understand Tabitha, she had good looks and a killer figure all things considered. Hell Ota would likely trade places with her if she could. Being tall and flat was not something Ota was ever happy with. At least Tabitha was a somewhat proportionate woman. And Kiyoko was stunning... ugh. Why was she thinking of stuff like that. Ota was perfectly fine and jealousy didn't suit her.


     It was then she saw a face she hadn't seen in a bit. A girl, or at least that's how Ota referred her as. Truth was she was a he and Ota didn't know what his or her personal preference was. She was very very stylish. Rarely in uniform and likely a bain of the big o'l Iron Man himself. Tensai was also a science and Math wiz... busting out answers with veritable ease. Ota hatted those subjects as they didn't allow her much time to sleep.... not a lot of memorization can help with them. She also hated History; but, she likely did too cause if Ota recalled her grades weren't the best in those either.


   Tensai had this pension for wanting to be the best which means she would one day have to go up against the Prince... which would be very interesting to watch. Ota couldn't even recall where she stood on grades, not that she cared. The A students were all a bit overzealous about their grades...


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HIKARU INOUE


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“Hmph!”


Hikaru entered Fumizuki with puffed up cheeks and a maddened face. It’s been a few days


since the placement exam, though he still hasn’t gotten over entering Class F. He had already


pictured to stereotypical bully, waiting for him in front of the school shouting, “Ha! Punk! You


deserve to be in the class full of idiots!” Hikaru’s face turned redder at the thought of this,


and he slumped slightly forward as he walked towards the main building. Individuals who


walked past him did one of the three things: they would ignore him, give him a concerned look,


or they would ask if Hikaru were okay. With the latter, he would respond with an, “I’m


completely fine!”


The scenery around him didn’t seem to help his current condition either. Hikaru felt insulted


with the fact that everything around him seemed perfectly peaceful and tranquil, while he


himself is the complete opposite. Though Hikaru was in this enraged state, he himself still knew


such emotions wouldn’t achieve anything. In fact, it would likely pose some sort of social


detriment for anyone who remembers him in this state.


Hikaru chose to sit on a nearby bench, venting a few days worth of raging only comparable to a


child without a Christmas present. The person beside Hikaru stated some sort of greeting,


though no words could successfully reach through Hikaru’s head at this current moment.


Roughly a minute of this sitting and re-evaluation passed and Hikaru felt...only slightly better.


He was in a state in which he no longer showed his anger externally, though he was still quite


salty within. He looked up from his blank stare on the floor, instead looking towards his


environment. Everyone was...relatively familiar. Even those he hasn’t talked to, Hikaru still had


remembered what they looked like. In the distance, there was a group of three: one who looked


as angry as Hikaru a minute ago, one who looked frightened, and another who looked rather


cheerful. Beside himself, was...Oatsa…? Hikaru was sure he botched the same in some way,


opting to never mention her name until she said it to Hikaru. Disappearing into the entrance of


the school, he saw a blonde girl quite obviously breaking dress-code.


After a rather thorough examination of his surroundings, he turned his head over to Oatsa (or


whatever her name could possibly be). “Hi,” Hikaru said rather simply. In most situations, he


would find something to add to the greeting. Perhaps a “nice weather” or a “what class are you


in” or even a “you look stunning today”. Though with his current feelings towards...everything in


general due to the placement test, he couldn’t think of any conversational extensions.


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[Tulani]

Amidst all the chaos that was Tabitha Ota only casually paid attention to the boy that sat near her. She had greeted him when he first sat with her normal, "Ohh hello there. Good morning to you Hikaru. How was your break? I do hope, it was delightful." But, alas she got no reply. He seemed in his own little world spiraling down into a epicenter of self loathing. She likely knew the cause was one of two things. Either A: a girl he met over break had just fluttered away out of his life with some poor excuse; or, B: He botched his yearly entrance exam review. Judging by his expressions it was likely a bad botch too. Ota was likely not going to be his favorite person in the world if they talked about school, so perhaps the silence was a boon.


    Moments later he did speak with a simple Hi. The frustration still dripping from his lips on some level like a caustic spittle. Ota could have ignored him; but, she wasn't that type of person. She looked to her small box, one of many various. It still contained her half eaten seared and coated beef sandwich with sauce, tomato, and lettuce; and, one untouched. People always complimented her on her food and some bold girls even asked her to feed them or vice versa. Maybe that would be enough to brighten his day.


    She reached into the box and grasped the untouched sandwich in the pink and desaturated yellow checkerboard food paper holding it half way to Hikaru. "Here wanna a bite? It'll make you feel a little bit better guaranteed." she cutely winked confident in her cooking skills as it put most other students in this school to shame.


   Whether he took it or not Ota had heard Hikaru talking, or perhaps it was someone talking about him last year. He was the type of guy known for his boundless confidence. People say he tries ever so hard... and knowing that and knowing he failed he likely needed a good distraction and too the slightly gluttonous Ota, nothing was better than something tasty.


   There was a good chance whatever bad news he was harboring would likely chip away at the marble that is his pride over the course of the day; especially, if he was now in F class. He deserved at least one decent memory on the first school day.


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[Pyosimros]

HIKARU INOUE


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[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]“Here wanna a bite? It’ll make you feel a little bit better guaranteed.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Hikaru rested his palm beneath his head, looking downwards at the delicacy. He had heard[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]of Oatsa’s cooking skills - being heralded across the school halls as the best chef in Fumizuki. Some[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]would even go as far to say she rivals Gordon Ramsay himself. Taking this all into consideration,[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Hikaru still surprisingly had his extremely rare bitch-face on. He sat there for a few seconds, looking[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]deeply at the sandwich - almost as if Hikaru were trying to decode some sort of hidden meaning[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]within it.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]“...Okay I’ll try it,” [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]he said, taking the sandwich rather slowly from Oatsa’s hands. Now in his[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]possession, he did the obvious thing one would do when with a food item; Hikaru ate the sandwich.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]He took one bite, chewing it for a few moments before...he lit up in happiness. [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]“Wow this tastes[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]really good!” [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Hikaru complimented, his words slightly muffled from his chewing. He happily took[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]another bite, looking away as he drifted off into his own little bubble for a set amount of time.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Bite after bite, he felt happier and happier. Though this happiness soon plateaued as Hikaru was[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]roughly three-quarters into the sandwich. He stopped chewing, shifting his gaze back onto Oatsa.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]“Hey I don’t owe you anything for this do I?” [/SIZE][SIZE=13.333333333333332px]Hikaru questioned, with an abnormal amount of[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]concern within his voice. Despite his tone, Hikaru didn’t care if he owed her or not. Repaying her[/SIZE]


[SIZE=13.333333333333332px]should be relatively easy after all. [/SIZE]


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Tabitha wouldn’t hurt me in front of her innocent-looking brother...would she?


This thought rang through Kiyoko’s head as her hand slowly returned to her side. Tabitha’s


glare seemed to grow ten-times more menacing in the matter of seconds. She kept glaring, until


rather suddenly, Tabitha began to walk forwards. The steps themselves weren’t anywhere near


casual. Rather, they were the steps of a serial killer in a stereotypical 80s slasher film. Kiyoko’s


eyes widened once again, her fight-or-flight response now fully triggered. She took five rather


quick steps backward, muttering various gibberish under her breath in panic. For every inch


Kiyoko moved, Tabitha moved a foot closer. It soon seemed quite apparent that there was no


escape - that Kiyoko was doomed from the beginning of this encounter. Tabitha stood in front


of Kiyoko, somehow even more intimidating than she was only moments ago.


This is the end!


Kiyoko shut her eyes, ready for whatever was to come. A sucker-punch, a kick, a hard


shove...though as she braced, Kiyoko heard a voice of hope. “HEY! I have an idea!”


“W-What?” Kiyoko’s eyes slowly opened, wondering what sort of divine intervention could’ve


saved her. It soon became very obvious that it was Simon, as his words diverted Tabitha’s


attention to himself, inadvertently saving Kiyoko’s life. She gave a heavy sigh in relief, one


of likely many on this day.


“How about we go to the gym and sit together?! I never sat with a friend at school


before!”


“I don’t think that’s a very good-”


“Come on! We won’t get any good seats if we’re being slowpokes!”


“Okay then…” she frowned, following Simon’s lead as he “pushed” Tabitha towards the gym.


Kiyoko felt as if she was thrown into a catch-22. If she exited the group, Tabitha would likely be


infuriated at Simon’s sadness. However, if Kiyoko followed, Tabitha would still be infuriated. The


only difference between the two equally terrible situations, was the exposure to Tabitha’s


wrath. Kiyoko would either have to watch her back at all times for the next few weeks, or she


would have to watch Tabitha from the corner of her eye within the gym.


The three continued their walk towards the gym, with Kiyoko intentionally lagging behind the


siblings. She continued her soft murmur in English. Most of it contained words such as, “this is


bad”, “I’m gonna die”, or even, “I actually wish Ironman were here now…


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