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Katawa Shoujo: 2015-Nen no kurasu
Monday the 1st of February , 2015 - 05:00 to 09:00 (Before school)


The earlybirds - both literally and figuratively - began to chirp and bustle come the morning of the 1st of February; all except the nurse-on-duty, who dragged their feet all the way to their quarters after a long and hopefully uneventful night at the desk. The atmosphere at the school could be described by an abstract English teacher as 'upliftingly tense' - after all, today was the first day of the school year for students at the prestigious and bold Yamaku Academy!

Word through the dorms is that first class has been replaced with an assembly; and for good reason, as there's been physical letters and e-mails sent to all of the students about it. Rumor has it that the headmaster is going to open the year - probably by talking the students to death for half an hour - before class rosters are being given out. Annoyingly enough, attendance is mandatory, or at least as far as the staff like to think.
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February 1st
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The sound of Tomoyo's alarm clock was not what had woken her up that morning. Rather, it was the slight chill of her dorm room that had disturbed her. She'd been awake for roughly an hour now, two bed sheets and a fluffy navy comforter wrapped around her, a muffled groan escaping her as her alarm gently rang out. She reluctantly removed an arm from her cocoon, quickly reaching for the alarm and switching it off. From there, she threw the pile of blankets off of her and pushed herself up, shuddering at the temperature of her room. It may have only been a few degrees below room temperature, but to Tomoyo, that was all she needed to make her feel uncomfortable. On the end of her bed lay a heap of clothes, consisting of her school uniform, a black wool overcoat, socks, gloves, and a long, knitted white scarf. Tomoyo shuffled towards the pile with ease, beginning the process of undressing and redressing herself.

The girl's room might've looked almost barren, if it were properly organized. Her bed, twin sized and wrapped in gray sheets, was pushed up against the plain white walls of her room, an unframed print of an autumn forest hung with tape on the wall above the headboard. Beside the bed and up against the curtained window was where her desk should've been seen, were it not buried by mounds of loose papers, empty soda cans, and stacks of books of every variety, each one opened and lying flat with the cover side up. The dresser across from the desk was no better, carrying more books than it did clothes (most of which had been piled into the hamper beside it). At the far end of the room was a corkboard cluttered with memos and pictures, mostly consisting of herself and her family.

After slipping into her uniform, jacket, and socks, Tomoyo made her way over to the side of the bed, where her wheelchair had been left. After some quick maneuvering, she plopped down into the chair, covering her hands with her black leather gloves and wrapping the scarf around her neck. Next to her wheelchair was her book bag, which she carefully reached down for and placed on her lap. Then, with an audible "clack", she unlocked the brakes of her wheelchair and rolled towards the door. A square shaped mirror was hung on the back of it, leveled to Tomoyo's height for ease of use. As per usual with her early morning routine, she didn't bother to comb out her hair, instead running a hand through it to work out any kinks and knots. When she was done, she gave the mirror a satisfied smile, before moving back, opening the door, and shutting it behind her.

Before long she was outside of the school dormitories, teeth chattering in the frigid February morning air. By now it was almost 7:00. And with the growling of her stomach signaling her need for food, Tomoyo promptly made her way towards the main building, leaving a trail in the thin layer of snow beneath her.
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Wakahisa Mio :: February 1st :: 6:41AM :: Mio’s Room, Girl’s Dormitories


As the sun began to gather the courage to finally peek over the horizon, an alarm began to chirp, piercing through the thick silence of the surprisingly neat, yet sparsely decorated dorm room. From underneath layers upon layers of blankets shoots a long, lanky arm. It deftly finds small black alarm clock and taps the top button. Five minutes pass before the alarm strikes back, louder than before. A groan errupts from underneath the covers moments before they’re launched into the air, revealing a pale girl with a wild black mane, now sitting up in the bed. She quickly lunges for the source of the agonizing chirp and kills the sound. As she does this, part of her dark locks fall in front of her face. The girl doesn’t seem too pleased with this. She blows a puff of hair upwards, managing only a pitiful wave of the finicky follicles. Another groan escapes her, though it quickly morphs into a yawn. She pushes a hand upwards in front of her face, grabbing the rebellious locks and pushing them back along with the rest of her hair before she stretches out both of her arms and getting a good after-sleep stretch in.

It felt great.

She debates whether or not to lie back down for just another moment or two, promising herself that she’d definitely get up. It almost works, but the girl has fallen for that little lie one too many times. She glances over at her clock, squinting her eyes to try to make out the numbers. It is initially nothing more than a green, fuzzy blob, but she eventually makes out some numbers. It reads six forty-one. As if on cue, the sun decided it was finally time for its grand entrance. Beams of light penetrate the darkness of the room, reflecting off the barren white walls and making a beeline right into her sensitive eyes. She mutters a curse before snapping a hand over her eyes to block out the harsh sunlight. Showy bastard. She turns her focus from the sun’s obnoxious plea for attention to her nightstand. Beside the black and green blob is a faintly red blob. Perfect. Just the blob she was looking for. She swoops it up and swiftly dons her glances.

Wakahisa Mio inhales deeply before shifting her legs over the side of the bed and getting to her feet. She yawns once more as she studies her room. Bare walls and hardly a single belonging out of place. There is desk with a laptop and a few notebooks neatly stacked upon one another. There is also her bookshelf. It is completely full, with the books arranged according to genre, author, then book title. A smile finds its way across the girl’s face. She crosses the room and spends a few moments just gazing. Unconsciously, Mio reaches out and traces the spine of one of the tomes on the top shelf. She’s only stirred from her trance by another chirping, this one considerably more pleasant than her sleepslayer. Upon her windowsill is a beautiful small bird singing away. The way it’s brown and black feathers overlap reminds Mio of a tiger. It hops across the windowsill, catching its reflection in the window. The bird is at once frightened, overjoyed, curious, and confused. Does it know that it is staring at itself? Mio couldn’t say for sure. But by the way it seems so entranced by the reflection, she would wager that it likes what it sees. She laughs quietly, not wanting to startle her guest. What a vain bird...she couldn’t help but feel sorry for it. Here it is falling in love with...well, itself.

The bird eventually tires of the handsome doppelganger and plunges off the windowsill before taking flight to parts unknown. Mio sighs, envying the creature. What she would give to be able to just soar free...

But now wasn’t the time to stand around daydreaming, nor would it be appropriate to admire one’s own book collection.

She had to get ready.

There was a big day ahead of her.

Oh yes.

She crossed to her closet and grabbed a uniform off a hanger. A white long-sleeved blouse, a green skirt, and an adorable black bow. Closing the door, Mio caught sight of herself in the one of the few other additions to her room: a full length mirror hanging on her closet door. She looked quite the mess, what with her hair seemingly running off in all directions. Her glasses were askew, so she promptly adjusted them. With that finished, she moved over to her dresser and removed her daily delicates and a towel.

A warm shower would be the perfect way to start the day.




Wakahisa Tamiko :: February 1st :: 7:00AM :: Tamiko’s Room, Girl’s Dormitories


About the time Mio was stepping into the shower, another Wakahisa girl stirred from her sleep. There was no alarm to rouse this one. At least not at this hour. Still, the pink covers began to take odd shapes and the girl tossed and turned in her waking state. Resisting it with everything in her power, yet too powerless to stop it, Wakahisa Tamiko’s eyes opened, pushing away the last remaining bits of sleep. She pulled herself up and removed the covers, allowing a yawn to pass through. The sun had just broken through her window.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

Tamiko smiled from ear to ear and got to her feet. Already there were clothes and notebooks and whatnot strewn across the floor, but Tamiko traversed the minefield with the grace of swan. She come to her window and opened it up, embracing the slight chill that rushed forth to caress her. A small brown and black bird swooped down by her window, chirping pleasantly. Tamiko had a small start at this, but she laughed it off soon after. She inhaled deeply. The fresh air filled her lungs to their capacity, though she began to cough. Quietly at first, but she did eventually get going. Once it finally subsided, Tamiko wiped her mouth with the back of her arm, clearing the spittle and whatnot. It wasn’t a pleasant way to start the morning, but it was what it was. She had gotten a bit too greedy. Normally the air at the school didn’t get to her. Quite the opposite, actually. It was so very clean, so very fresh. She loved it. Still, everything in moderation. Tamiko sighed, but closed the window nonetheless. Or at least, she started to.

But she couldn’t. She had caught sight of the sun, early on its climb over the horizon. Tamiko sighed once more and leaned back out the window, resting her chin upon her hand. The milky clouds took on an orangish tint and seemingly popped out against the pure blue sky. Crimson and red seemed to be more prevalent off to either side, and orange was indeed the vast majority of it but...right in the center, right by the sun, the sky seemed to be alive, whipping to and fro like the flames of a mighty fire. The beautiful yellow drew her eye, commanding her to watch its graceful dance. And so she did, staring off into the distance for...well, truth be known, she had lost track of time by that point.

Still, all things eventually came to an end. As much as Tamiko did enjoy the cool air, especially when it rescued her from the oven that was her dorm, even she had to admit that the chill was a little much at times. She gave in, closing the window and turned to the rest of her room. Her walls were beige, rather than white. She had curtains drawn up for the windows. Upon the walls were posters after posters after pictures of friends and family after even more posters. Her favorite bands, her favorite shows and movies, her favorite places. Why, one need only glance into the girl’s room to know most everything about her. Still, she liked it. It was nice and cozy.

She too had a bookcase, yet it wasn’t even remotely as full. There were a full shelves with a respectable amount of books, but random junk took up the rest of the space. Off in the corner, by her desk, sat two guitar stands. The old Taylor stood mighty and proud in one of the stands, showing off its bumps and dings and scratches, all battlescars of the valiant war on boredom. Next to it, also residing on a stand, was a pink electric bass from some generic guitar manufacturer. Still, it had a nice sound and it came from someone very dear to her, so it had earned its spot. Next to it, however, was an assortment of amps, pedals, even a mic or two. Her organization truly left a lot to be desired. Even the top of her desk looked as if some sort of miniature typhoon had rampaged through, tossing her belongings every which way.

Another yawn escaped the girl. She had been too excited the night before. She could hardly sleep. She spent most of the night just fantasizing how today would go. Obviously she must have eventually dozed off, but she couldn’t say how long that had lasted. All she did know was that she was up much earlier than normal. And while she had felt wired just moments before, she now earnestly believed that she might keel over at any point. Still, the girl gathered some undergarments from her dresser, and blindly reached into her closet to fetch the closest uniform.

She had felt a shower calling her name as well. Though as she began to head in that direction, her stomach chimed in. Obviously, there was another stop that would have to be made ASAP. But first, time to get less...icky.




Wakahisa Mio & Wakahisa Tamiko :: February 1st :: 7:17AM :: Elevator, Girl’s Dormitory


While Mio may have entered her shower first, she was also known to take disgustingly long showers. As such, the girls found themselves leaving their respective washrooms fresh and ready for the day about the same time. While one had spent quite a lot of time and energy in looking her best, the other opted for a more natural approach to things. Both decided to forgo a healthy jog down the stairs in favor of the good ol’ elevator. It hit Mio’s floor first, and the girl got onto the empty box. Then it went down a floor. As the doors opened, Mio’s face lit up as Tamiko’s shoulders dropped. Not to say that Tamiko didn’t like seeing her sister. Quite the contrary. But she didn’t want to see her this early. It was nothing personal it was just...well…

This morning was going to be an opening ceremony in place of the first class, or at least part of it. Tamiko had planned on ditching most of the speech, maybe even find a spot to nap awhile, but now that Mio had spotted her...well, getting out of her sight was easier said than done. Her sister, when she put her mind to something, was a very, VERY hard tail to shake.

“Good morning N-uhf!” Tamiko started to greet her big sister, but Mio was having none of that. She pulled her little sister in a hug. Having more than a couple centimeters and kilos on her, Mio felt little resistance. Not that Tamiko would have tried anyway. Mio gave the best hugs. And she was downright terrifying when disobeyed so...Tamiko gulped.

“Oh my little Tamiko! Look at you, already up and dressed. My little girl’s growing up. Or the world’s ending.” Mio teased, even adding in a false sniffle there at the end.

...well, mostly false. She punched a button on the elevator and the doors snapped closed.

“Pff, sure, laugh it up. Wanna grab breakfast? I’m staaaarving over here!” Tamiko only half-jokingly whined. She really was rather hungry. Her appetite seemed to be hit or miss lately and right now it seemed as if it wanted to knock one out of the park. Mio loved seeing those days. She agreed at once, and the sisters spent the rest of the elevator ride and trip to the cafeteria chatting away over everything and nothing. Tamiko lagged behind only briefly when she stopped to wave at a gal wheeling along on her way to the main building. What could she say? The tomboy look worked on her. But Mio was having none of that and abruptly grabbed her sister by the arm and practically dragged her away. Tamiko didn't mind. Her sister was just a bit...clingy? It’s not like they hadn’t seen in each lately. If nothing else, they usually managed to catch meals together. And with classes out, a lot of the time was devoted to sisterly bonding. Though club responsibilities often pulled Mio’s attention away. Tamiko didn’t mind. She rather enjoyed seeing her sister have a life outside of...well, her.

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Wakahisa Mio & Wakahisa Tamiko :: February 1st :: 7:17AM :: Cafeteria


There wasn’t much of a line at the cafeteria by the time the girls got there. It had only just opened and, well, some students really enjoyed their beauty sleep. Tamiko was one of such, but well, things change?



Tamiko swore under her breath. Mio turned to her, but either didn’t catch what she said, or did and just didn’t know what she was referring to. Tamiko, however, was mourning herself on in the inside. She had forgotten to turn off the alarm on her clock before she stepped out. It had been set to give her just enough time to change clothes, take a quick, quick shower, and run to the first class. It was a contingency plan set up by Mio against Tamiko’s protest. Still, she had to admit it had saved her a couple times. But now… come alarm time, she wouldn’t be around to stop it. If anybody was still sleeping in their rooms...well, they probably wouldn’t be after that. What they would be doing is plotting the death of one Wakahisa Tamiko for crimes including, yet not limited to BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ!

The girls eventually got their breakfast, the standard for Mio and nothing more than some toast, a couple apples, a banana, and an orange for Tamiko. She might be starving, but she knew her stomach would be...pretty picky. As Mio ate her food, and Tamiko merely poked at hers, her appetite having boarded the one-way trip to Gonecity, the younger sister looked up at her older and studied her face for a moment.

“What, see something you like?” Mio finally said when she noticed. Tamiko rolled her eyes while laughing. She returned to her food before speaking up again a few moments later.

“So...are you excited for today? Do you know what class you’re going to be in? ...do you know what class I’m going to be in?”

A mischievous twinkle shined in Mio’s eyes, but she was careful not to return Tamiko’s gaze. “Mmm...maybe. What’s it to you?” she replied with a smirk. Tamiko laughed and shook her head. It was times like these that made Tamiko believe her sister was running some sort of underground criminal ring.

“Hmm...Apple for your thoughts, milady?” Tamiko teased, donning her most ludicrously over-the-top posh accent. Mio laughed before taking the apple and offering an exaggerated seated curtsy.

She returned in her own posh accent. “Why thank you, my dearest sister. I do believe that you’ll find what you seek at the morning assembly. Which you WILL be attending.” Her eyes narrowed and Tamiko felt her cheeks burning. She was busted...before she had even committed her crime.

“Hahaha...so I’m that predictable, eh” she asked, not without a slight tinge of disappointment coating the words.

Mio giggled and shrugged. “Eh, just call it Sisters’ Intuition. But since I was right, you’re not leaving my sight for a minute, girlie. Not until after you’ve endured every single word that the Headmaster utters today. You hear me? EVERY. SINGLE. WORD.”

Ouch.

“You’re so cruel, Nee-tan…” whined Tamiko who pushed her tray forward and lay her head on the table. “You’ve killed me! Death by Nee-tan~” she cried some more. This time it was Mio’s turn to roll her eyes. Tamiko caught it and started laughing and she sat back up and played with her food some more.

By now the cafeteria was starting to fill up as more and more people finally pulled themselves from slumber and trudged down to get a warm meal in their bellies. To tell the truth, Tamiko was a little bit more than just excited: she was ecstatic. She couldn’t wait to find out what she’d be doing this year. Or rather, who she’d get to meet. What kind of people her teachers and classmates would be. What kind of stories they would tell. What kind of music they’d make.

As the sisters returned to eating in relative silence, Tamiko’s head kept swimming with these questions and many more.

But she’d find out soon enough.


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Jiro woke to the sound of his alarm. A arm appears a red out of the lump of blankets as He search for the clock with his hand and eventually knock it over. He gave a loud groan and then slowly got out of bed to turn it off. He placed it where it original was on his nightstand and gave a yawn. "Sigh the first day at school, yippy," he thought to himself. There were still unpacked boxes sitting in the corner of his apartment, most of them still full, and in one of thoughts lovely boxes was his school uniform. He groan missing American's dress code that they didn't have and walked to the boxes still a bit groggy. Lucky for him his uniform happened to be in the first box so he was able to minimize the mess he would make. After he found it, he was reluctant to put the uniform on, so he stalled some time by making himself some fried eggs and toast. He poured some water after he ate and downed his pills for the morning. Finally he got up and got dressed for school. He packed up his bag and walk outside, locking the door on his way out, leaving a small mess behind him that he would clean up to a later date. It was nice that his apartment was in the middle of everything, so to speak. It was a little longer walk to school than he wish but it was also the same length to get to the grocery store, where he worked, and even short if he walk there from school.


As he walk he started to pass students that were on there way to school so he had a good hunch he was going the right way. Though he started to get uncomfortable when it seemed every student he passed noticed his hair and occasional his scar and started to stare and whisper behind his back. He he turned his head around the students would turn there heads away from him and each other acting like there not staring. He felt like he was walking around naked, though he is familiar with this feeling, it's just been a long time since the kids in America got use to his look after a while. He arrived at the gates with most students still eyes on him.

He walked through and took a look around the courtyard trying to get his bearings on where his class is and where everyone is going. He reached into his pocket looking for a paper that had his class number and other necessary information on it. "Dame it," he mumbled as he remembered leaving it on the table. So he stood there looking around, scratching his head, trying to find someone who might know where he could get the information from. He approached a girl that was walking past him and when he was about to ask she sped up and avoided him like he would bite. He tried a few more times but it seemed like most students were either afraid of him, or just plain out ignored him. Lost and disappointed he took a seat on a bench, in the middle of the courtyard, next to the fountain, sticking out like a sore thumb. People began going on with there own business but they still avoided him creating what look like a literal personal space bubble that no-one should, or wanted to enter.
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A light beat played in the background of Kiyoshi's mind as he slowly woke up and his eyes began to flutter open. Where was that sound coming from? "...Ah, the speakers." Looking over he saw one of several speakers that adorned his room, this one was specifically on his night stand, his phone attached to it via auxiliary cable. The song protruding from it was Riders on the Storm not the original, but still just as good. Picking up the phone and quickly pressing a button, the screen lit up causing Kiyoshi to squint his eyes as he looked at the time; just after 6.

Pressing the lock button again on his phone, he rubbed his eyes and returned his attention back to the ceiling, much darker now since the light assaulted his eyes. Allowing the music to fill his mind, he went over the day's itinerary. "First day back to class...haven't received the roster yet...I think we're supposed to be getting those at this morning's assembly...yea, like I'm really going to that." Yawning he slowly propped his body upward, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair and clicked on the lamp next to him.

Squinting from the second assault, he allowed his eyes to adjust this time as he scanned his room. Kiyoshi's room was always fairly neat and organized, clothing put away, carpet cleaned, furniture dusted, even the posters hanging on the wall felt 'neat'. Only one spot in his room contrasted this almost oppressive order; his desk. Sitting atop it was his computer monitor and dozens of other technological bits and bobs, including, but not limited to, circuit boards, wires, casings, screws, tools and a soldering tool he really should have put away last night. Among this mess also laid papers, both homework and music sheets, a few empty cans, and a box of mostly finished pizza. Next to this mess of a desk sat his PC tower, his keyboard, set up next to the desk at a 90 degree angle and his guitar gently resting in its stand.

Pulling the covers off of himself, Kiyoshi made his way over to his closet to start gathering his school clothing and prepping himself for the day. Next was the restroom, in the shower he could take as much time as he needed in order to think, think on what exactly? Everything and Anything, but there were some pretty important matters to deal with, such as, how was he going to get his class roster without attending the morning assembly.

He made his way into the showers, starting up the water and allowing the steaming heat to run down his back as Kiyoshi's eyes closed and his thoughts began to gear up. "Now how can I get a hold of that roster? I doubt the principal himself would be handing them out and I doubt he'd want the staff to deal with tedious work like that...that just leaves the student council." If there was one thing he learned about school, the staff always gives the student council the crap paperwork that they don't want to deal with, meaning, they're probably tasked with handing out the class rosters towards the end of the ceremony. "hm...Takuma is on the council...maybe I can convince him to give it to me somehow...probably not, but its better than nothing, I already tried faking being deaf last year and that didn't go over so well..."

Kiyoshi opened his eyes, Takuma's room was just a few doors down the hall from his own, perhaps after his shower he'd pay him a visit.
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Katsumi stared at the ceiling. She'd been staring for an hour already.
beep-beep-beep
Her alarm was finally going off, and a wave of relief and dread mixed together washed through her body. But still, she stared. The alarm grew louder, crescendo-ing into it's most annoying pitch as she had programmed it to the day earlier. She knew she needed to turn it off, if only out of common courtesy to the person in the room next to her, but her arms felt like heavy concrete blocks under the blanket she was smothered in. In her half awake state, a panicky thought darted through her mind.
"What if these blankets are trapping me here?!"
But reason soon returned to her sleepy mind, and to prove herself wrong she moved her ghost-like arm out beneath the blankets and turned off the alarm.
And then stared.
Another panicky thought entered her brain, but this one was logical. The ever present, all important question to Katsumi.
"What did I eat last night?"
Night time was binge time, it was when the little buggers inside her brain that thought they were keeping her alive took over. Way back when she was eating 300 calories a day, these late night snacks probably WERE keeping her alive. Now that she was eating 1700, these were terrifying. Did she gain weight? How much, and what of it was water weight? WHAT DID SHE EAT LAST NIGHT?
Her panic rose higher, rising like the beeping of her alarm minutes earlier, but her brain, hindered by sleep and now panic, was blank to the answer. Flinging the sheets off herself when only a little before she thought she'd never get up, Katsumi raced over to the mirror and scale that sat in the corner of her dorm. Her skin crawled, her stomach felt sick, her muscles jumped around in her skin like crazy little tic tacs being shaken inside their box. She paused in front of the square that ruled her life.
She entered an eerie calm, the kind you can only achieve on the edge of panic.
She stripped every article of clothing.
She lifted her foot.
She placed it on the scale.
She stepped on.
Plus one.
Crouching down slowly, she wrapped her translucent arms around her knees. Why was this happening? She'd done this.
"Failure. Disgusting. Friendless. Dying. Broken."
...
FAT.

She looked up, still crouched down into the mirror. Folds, fat, imperfections and lines made before her time. She straightened up, went to her dresser and found her pressed uniform hanging next to it. She pulled the shirt on and stepped into the skirt.
This needed a hoodie. She found her baggiest one laying on the floor and pulled it on. If anyone asked, she was cold. They couldn't yell at her for being cold, could they? Not with her medical history at least.
Pulling her hair into a sloppy ponytail, she gave one last worrying glance into the mirror, put her head down and hurried out the door and headed to the cafeteria. She was significantly late and if she saw anyone, she didn't pay attention.
She never did.
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Beep.
“Tired…”
Beep.
“Go away…”
Beep.

“Don’t want to!” said a voice from under a blanket, flicking his hand out to turn the clock off, but instead, his three fingers knocked it aside to the floor, knocking the battery out of the back. The slight exertion managed to put his senses back within the vicinity of his head, and slowly, a figure in a pair of pyjama shorts and an eyepatch crawled from under the sheets. He sat on the side of his bed, shaking his head from side to side to try and wake up more. After about a minute of it, he got up, suddenly regretting said shaking as he had now replaced tiredness with dizziness.

It was that point that he looked at the clock, and saw what time it was.
“Oh crap!” said Takuma, getting up and running to his wardrobe to try and find something to wear. After finding a uniform that wasn’t used, he ran around, wondering what he needed to do next before he loaded a load of things into his bag, hoping that some of it would actually need to be used that day.

“What day is it…damn, I can’t remember what I’m doing today…”
Pausing, he grabbed a chocolate bar from his desk, forced it down his throat like a headache pill, and ran out the door, dragging his bag behind him. He didn’t notice that he was wearing his shoes on the wrong feet, he had odd socks, and he hadn’t buttoned the top three buttons on his shirt. None of this bothered him as he ran out of the door, making his way towards the main building.

In his rush, it never dawned on him that, in his dizzy state, he had accidentally mixed the minute and hour hands on his clock.
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February 01, 03:30 AM
Hayashi Akira
Girl’s dormitory

The dormitory was deathly still and dark.

A single chime of an alarm clock broke the silence, almost deafening in the stillness. Quickly the sound was muffled, and soon peace resumed.
The sound of the door opening, the padding footsteps and muffled click as the door pulled shut again were almost unnoticeable.


February 01, 05:30 AM
Hayashi Akira
The Cemetery

The air was cold as it swirled around Akira, the white silk of her kimono rustling in the wind. Her hands and face, numb as always, scarcely felt the chill, though. Her breath clouded in the air before it was dispelled by the harsh wind.

It was dark, save for the yellow-orange glow of the city lights. The dried leaves rustled on the concrete paths, stirred by the harsh currents of air. There was not a sound but for the rustle of leaves and the quiet crying that worked its way out of Akira’s mouth.

February first. The day that Ayako died.

The headstone was small, the grave dirty and scattered with leaves. None of the family had been here in months.

Akira stared at the stone, the plain characters on it blurring in her vision. “Here lies Hayashi Ayako. Gone before her time, never forgotten in our hearts.”

She didn’t even realize that she was kneeling until the corner of the headstone smacked her knee, causing a dull pain. Tears streamed down her face, dripping onto the headstone.

“I’m sorry, onē-sama. I’m sorry.” She whispered. Her voice was raspy, barely more than a whisper from disuse. Her head was bowed over in her shame, shoulders shaking with her silent sobs. “You would have turned twenty-four today, onē-sama. You’d be a doctor by now, like you always wanted to be.”

She fumbled in her pocket for the two things she’d brought. A pocketknife and a lighter.

She flicked the blade open, extending her arm before her. The silver blade caught the light of the moon and for a moment she could not breathe, transfixed by the silver reflection, until she blinked and the spell was broken. Her eyes closed and she brought the blade down and across her arm, slowly, applying pressure until she felt the faint sharp pain, like a pinprick. Green eyes opened again to inspect the blood pouring from the gouge, spilling onto the headstone and the ground. Not a drop stained the girl’s pure white skirt.

An ordinary person would have been alarmed by the sheer amount of blood, but Akira only frowned slightly, thinking she must have cut a bit deeper than she thought, and with another long-practiced gesture, picked up the lighter and flicked it to flame. She held her arm over it, listening to the sizzling of her crimson blood as it boiled in the heat from the lighter. She slowly passed it over her arm, keeping her face still as the fiery pain shot through her as she slowly, painfully cauterized the wound she’d caused herself.

The fire was always the most painful part.


February 01, 05:45 AM
Hayashi Aimi
Girl’s Dormitory

A barely-audible strain of classical music filtered through the dormitory. An iPod alarm, set to the lowest possible volume. Nonetheless, the girl for whom it was set jerked awake faster than if it had been a gunshot.

As Aimi realized what was going on, she forced herself to relax. Long ebony waves of hair tumbled messily as she yawned, stretching, and slipped out of bed. The floor was achingly cold under her feet, and she hopped around slightly as she gathered her toiletries and went to shower.


February 01, 06:15 AM
Hayashi Aimi
Girl’s Dormitory

Aimi tiptoed back into her room, squeaky clean and dressed for the first day of school. As she crept around the room, her dark violet eyes fell on the calendar. February first was the day.

Involuntarily she glanced to the shrine that stood, forgotten, in one corner of the room, and bit her lip sharply to keep from starting to cry. How could she have forgotten?

She took a feather duster and tried to make herself not tremble as she lightly dusted the altar; a polishing cloth to make the wood shine. She had no flowers, this late in the year, but she did find some incense.

Next came the part she always hated. With trembling hands she struck a match, flinching away from the blistering heat on her fingers, shielding her eyes from the brightness. She lit all of the candles and set the incense to burning, though the smell burned her nose and made her eyes water.

She sank to her knees on the floor before the altar, clasping her hands and pressing them to her forehead, shutting her eyes. Tiny currents of air danced around her, a few breaths of warm air from the heater; frigid air seeping in under the door from down the hallway. She forced herself to breathe deeply, ignoring the burning in her throat from the incense and the dreadful tickling of her hair down her back, the painful rubbing of the seams from her uniform on her skin. Ayako had always liked it better, even when Aimi was little, when she had kept her hair down, not “braided all fussy”, and had insisted that the first day of kindergarten, Aimi wear her full uniform. So today would be a tribute, however agonizing the rubbing of the fabric on her skin was.

The memory brought a bitter pang and Aimi swallowed painfully, forcing it from her head, forcing herself to concentrate on her prayers. Today of all days it mattered. Ayako would have turned twenty-four if she’d been alive. It would have been the first day of her last year of medical school.

If she had lived, that is.


February 01, 07:15 AM
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Aimi went to Akira’s room, to try and find her before breakfast. After repeated knocking on the smooth wood door did nothing (except cause Aimi to squeak in pain as it felt like she’d broken her hand) she frowned and backed away, picking up her whiteboard from where she’d dropped it near her sister’s door and absently doodling on it while she waited.

A tap on the shoulder caused Aimi to jump into the air, whirling around and nearly losing her balance; she looked up into the blushing, damp face of her older sister.

I’m sorry. Went to shower. Akira signed. She preferred to not talk, because it always felt weird to her to talk when Aimi wouldn’t. You okay?

I’m fine, I was just worried. Aimi signed in return. She took a step, hesitantly, and Akira closed the rest of the distance, hugging her closely, which made Aimi bite her lip in pain. She took a shuddering breath as she felt Akira trembling against her, only to have scents assault her nose.

Akira was wearing a perfume that she didn’t usually wear. With a jolt through almost ten years of memory, Aimi recognized the jasmine and cherry blossom scent of Ayako’s favorite perfume. It was very, very strong, burning Aimi’s nostrils and almost causing her to gag because of the intensity. That wasn’t what triggered her, but the underlying odors. Wet earth and dust and rock. The coppery, sharp tang of blood.

And the sick, sweet smell of burned flesh.

Aimi gagged, reeling backwards, staring up at Akira in horror, her whole body trembling. Reflex tears sprang to her eyes and she clapped both hands over her mouth in horror.

It dawned on Akira that she had better explain herself, and she moved to do so, signing so fast her hands were almost a blur. Her hands were up in the air, and in her haste, her shirt sleeves started sliding down, revealing the two fresh, matching marks amid the older scars. Fresh marks still oozing blood from underneath black, peeling scabs and discolored gray flesh.

Aimi just stared, for a moment, not registering the words. Then she fled, tears streaming down her face, thoughts tumbling faster than she could sort through.


February 01, 07:30 AM
Hayashi Akira
Girl’s Dormitory

The quiet alarm went off, startling the older Hayashi girl out of her thoughts, precisely what the alarm was designed to do. She uncurled from the ball she’d formed into and stood up from the corner, wincing as the world spun around her, maybe from blood loss, maybe just from vertigo. She had half a mind to go eat food, but she didn’t much feel like eating today and anyway, Aimi would be there and an encounter right now would probably not be the best thing in the world.

So she retreated back to her corner, allowing herself to meditate again almost instantly and entirely losing track of time as it passed.


February 01, 07:30 AM
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The cafeteria was starting to fill when Aimi walked in. Having spent ten minutes curled up in a corner crying, trying to make sense of what she’d seen, she was feeling somewhat emotionally wrung-out but was trying to keep herself together.

She’d known Akira would hurt herself, but… not that bad. Those cuts were deep enough they could have done some serious damage.

She felt her stomach heave and forced the thoughts out of her mind as she pretended interest in what the cafeteria had to offer. The cafeteria lady seemed very sympathetic, eyeing Aimi’s single bowl of rice and cup of tea with some skepticism. It was the usual serving lady and she’d only ever seen Aimi eat rice and tea—well, that was really all the girl ever ate. The lady was very nice, even asking if Aimi would like some honey to put on her rice or something, to which the small girl could only shake her head, just the thought of the oily slippery sweetness of honey making her want to throw up again.

She carried her pathetically light tray easily in one hand as she scanned the room for a place to sit that didn’t have any boys at the table. She hated interacting with males who weren’t way older than her; having bad experiences with boys her own age, she supposed. Regardless of the reason, she didn’t want to sit with any males.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a pair of girls laughing about something. They looked enough alike to be sisters. There was one open spot at their table and no boys there, so she headed in that direction.

With long-practiced ease she wrote as she walked, while balancing her tray on her other arm; when she came to the girls’ table, she held up the board. “My name is Aimi. I’m a seventh-year. Is it alright if I sit with you?” it said. She blinked, blushing slightly at the awkwardness of her introduction, not wanting to look either girl in the eye lest they see how red and blotchy her face was, a telltale sign of the fact that she’d been crying. She had half a mind to run away now, but she’d just look even more awkward then; as it was she felt many sets of eyes on her and had to fight with all her willpower to not run, or drop her tray, or flop around trying to scratch her back because of how tickly her hair on it was, or fidget with her blouse because of the pressure it put on her skin. She tilted her head down a little bit, allowing her bangs to further hide her eyes, and quickly erased the board, writing another message in smaller, more scribbly print.

“I mean I’m sorry I won’t sit here if you don’t want me to I just don’t want to sit with anyone who seems scary and you two don’t seem very scary…”

People who read her message would have been shocked that it was possible for a mute girl to ramble nonsensically; she blushed all the more for being so awkward and childish and put her board down to her side and resisted the urge to keep contradicting herself, instead waiting for the two sisters to say something, blushing all the more with every passing second.

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Jiro eventually got sick of all the murmurs and whispers about him as they pasted by and got up and started exploring the campus. He walked onto the field and spots a few small groups of students under the trees, reading a nice book, finishing all the homework that was due over break, or just hanging out with a friends. He thought this campus was ten times nicer than is old Americans school and was good place to relax and wait for class, wherever that was. There were a lot less eyes on him and it made him feel much relaxed and thoughts who did notice quickly got back to what they were doing.

He took a seat behind a tree and laid on it. He put his pouch on his lap and began digging through it making sure he had everything he needed and possibly a extra sheet of his scheduled. Disappointed he closed it back up and pulled out his book. The book title was The Crucible by Arthur Miller, and thought it was a intriguing play and upon the further research he did on the book, even more interesting history. As he opened his book to read, he looked up at the boy who was going to pass by and saw quite a sight.

This boy, or young man, had two very different colored socks on with a dispatch and his shirt practically half on. Upon closer inspection his shoe seemed to be on the wrong feet and seems to be missing two fingers, the pinky and the ring finger to be exact. As he ran he notice he also had a slight limp in one of his leg though it took some time watching him to notice. Jiro at first thought to leave well enough alone but had a second thought seeing that he looked like a upper classmen and he might be in the same class. He had just put his book away when he ran by, and Jiro said as he looked down to open his pack."Hey can..." but he jl ran by before he could finish his sentence. He thought he probably just didn't hear him since he was facing the ground when he said it so he got up and sorta jogged behind him, now yelling, "Hey, you there, running in the mismatch socks, can we talk for a minute?" The sentenced seemed off to him but he couldn't think of another trait about his appearance on the fly, besides a different trait that he might take as a insult.
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Wakahisa Mio & Wakahisa Tamiko :: February 1st :: 7:32AM :: Cafeteria


The girls had pretty much finished their meals and had moved on to reminiscing about the past. In fact, Tamiko was laughing like a madwoman at one of Mio’s stories about Father when when she caught something moving out of the corner of her eye. Now, considering they were in a public space in a prime time for activity there, she really shouldn’t have been surprised. Most of the time, if someone got too close in a situation like this, they were looking for a chair or some salt. And usually, they’d have spoken up to make themselves known.

The intruder, however, was an outlier. Mio eventually noticed that Tamiko had completely stopped paying attention to her and whirled around in her seat, not without a tinge of annoyance and truth be known, jealousy. But that pretty quickly dissipated.

Behind the older Wakahisa girl was a gal that...well, quick frankly, was incredibly small. Mio could have swooped her up and carried her out in her pocket if she had half the mind to do so. But what was truly curious wasn’t her size, it was what she was holding. A whiteboard with a message on it.

According to the board, the diminutive chick was Aimi. A seventh-year. Mio had to admit, she was impressed that the girl had the spine to approach two much older classmates like she had. It showed a bit of spunk hidden under the otherwise harmless appearance. And more than that, she wanted to sit with them. With Wakahisa Mio! In her previous school, most students would flee from such a tyrant. Flee and hide behind the knees of their cowering mothers and fathers. For this girl to ignore such a reputation, to still choose to sit with her, why...she was impressed. Granted, it was much more likely that the girl didn’t know her from Adam. And why would she? Mio hadn’t been at Yamaku long enough to even have a rep. Yet.

Tamiko was more concerned with the girl’s face. Not that there was anything wrong with it. Aimi was well on her way to becoming a beautiful young lady, though she notice that her skin’s color didn’t seem...consistent. Huh. But that was beside the point...Tamiko would recognize the blotches and redness anywhere. And though the girl was desperately trying to avoid eye contact, Tamiko had caught a few glimpses of her bloodshot eyes underneath her beautiful black bangs. If this girl hadn’t been crying recently, then Tamiko would be worried for her overall health.

Before either girl could answer, Aimi flipped her board back around and changed the message. When she showed it to them again, Tamiko’s heart nearly broke in two. This girl was just too much. Too adorable. It was like a helpless little kitten. The sisters ended up glancing at each other at the same time. Tamiko smiled and Mio aped her. Both nodded. It was settled then.
Regarding the girl with a friendly, warm smile, Tamiko gestured to the open seat.

“By all means, please. We’d love to have you join us, Aimi. I’m Wakahisa Tamiko. And this is-”

Before Tamiko had a chance to introduce her sister, Mio interjected on her own. Tamiko giggled at this.“-Wakahisa Mio, her sister. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you al-”

This time it was Tamiko who cut in. Her sister meant well, but she was utterly clueless when it came to relating to people. Aimi was obviously upset. And they were strangers. If she wanted to talk about what was going on, she would. But Tamiko had a feeling that that was probably the last thing she’d like to have brought up. Instead, Tamiko attempted to get the girl’s mind off whatever was bugging her.

“-so, Aimi, how do you like it here? Got any juicy stories to share? We’re pretty new around here ourselves. It seems like a nice place, and everyone seems rather polite, but I haven’t even had a chance to REALLY talk to anybody. Phooey. I haven’t even made my first friend of the year…” she chattered. Tamiko was good about just going on about nothing. And honestly, she was only half-kidding. She really hadn’t met anybody yet. And this Aimi girl...well, she was seriously like a little kitten. How could she NOT be nice to a kitten? Only monsters hate kittens. And she wasn’t a monster...right?

Mio smiled at her sister, then shifted her gaze over to the younger girl. But she soon found herself looking at the board again.

Since coming to Yamaku, she had encountered people with all kinds of...disabilities. She had spoken with a few in the deaf community. Using only written communication wasn’t entirely new to her but…

The way the girl seemed to subtly twitch when the people around them spoke, the way she avoided looking at them despite asking a question...Mio would probably wager on this girl not being deaf. So what...just mute? Maybe…



Oh. Mio snapped out of her little trance. It felt wrong to linger too much on the girl’s condition. Her eyes floated up and checked the nearby wall clock. There was still plenty of time until the assembly. This little girl could keep Tamiko distracted fairly well. If nothing else, as long as they were resting in the cafeteria, that was time that Tamiko could have spent trying to escape. Mio silently thanked the whatever being saw it fit to send her the miniature ball and chain.

There would be no class-cutting on her watch.

Thus spake Mio.
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"Where is it..."

"Damn it, where am i meant to be going? What am i supposed to do first?" He yelled, to no one in particular.

Takuma looked around, dropping his bag to the floor with a loud thud. He hadnt bothered to check any timetables, in his sheer haste to get to whatever he was supposed to do first. In hindsight, that was probably a bad idea.

At least he had remembered to put his eyepatch on this time. It was surprising that, despite all the disabilities in this place, that quite a few people could feel ill from seeing the scar tissue that had once been his right eye.

"That was an awkward lunchtime..."

Finally, he remembered that he was still late, and picked up his bag, hooking it over his left shoulder. Running foward, he was about to consider talking to someone when a voice called out.

"Hey, you there, running in the mismatch socks, can we talk for a minute?"

Mismatched socks? Who was he talking abou...

Takuma looked down, and made a small squeak.

"Im wearing mismatched socks?! Oh god, i must look a fool..." he cried inside, and began to realise all the other problems with his clothing as he did so. This had not been a good beginning to the day.

He turned around, casually buttoning his shirt in the hope that no one had noticed that either.

"Hi! Is everything alright?"
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Jiro jogged to the boy and slowed to a walk in front of him. He noticed that the boy tried to neaten himself before he arrived in front of him, though he still looked a bit crazy. He stood straight and scratched his head as he said, "Um, not really, at least for me, I left my scheduled somewhere, and you look like your a upper classman so I was wondering if you had any idea where I might be attending class. Any information is helpful, I just transferred here from the US so I don't exactly know my way around here." About halfway through his response be became more confident and relaxed a little.

Before he could let the boy speak again he said, "Actually, if you don't mind, could you give me a tour of the campus?" As he asked he looked at his watch to make sure they had enough time, which they had plenty of. Giving the boy no time to response to either questions, he added a third saying, "O, I'm sorry I forgot to ask, what's your name? Mine's Jiro." As he put his hand back onto his head feeling a bit embarrassed, which made his medical wrist band, of the many, gleam from the sunlight.
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"Phew, he didnt notice the other stuff." Takuma thought, as he turned to face the person talking to him. He opened his mouth to speak, only for his new friend to say something else. Takuma waited again, and was about to speak when the person asked his name, with their own being Jiro.

This was going to be a hard person to talk to...Oh right. Campus tours. How hard could that be?

"Im Takuma!" he said quickly. "Good start..."

"Well, if you want a tour..." Takuma gestured over to a random building, hoping it was the right one. He couldnt tell in his current "Trying to impress a new friend" state.

" This is the main building. It...er...is where all the stuff is. Yknow. Classrooms, a library, a pool...male dorms...oh, and female dorms. They have those too." Takuma was on a roll now. "It has three floors. Oh! And theres a village nearby where we can buy stuff. Theres a nice cafe there. I think its called the shanghai. It does a lot of tea, but i dont know if the tea is any good or not. I never had any."

Takuma paused for breath.

"Of course, right now we have to..." He paused, realising that he still had no idea what he was meant to be doing.

"Anyway, of course you know where you have to be right now, being first day and all, so...we can go together. You can lead on." He said quickly, picking his bag up and looking expectantly, hoping to hide the fact that he had no idea what to do.
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"Shit, it's cold out..."

The brisk February weather encircled the teen as he traveled across the school grounds, now dried, dressed and in uniform with his signature grey hoodie adorning him, unzipped as always. Beneath the hood, he had a set of headphones on playing light chillstep, the music was soothing, but layered in the background, his mind was more focused on finding Takuma.

His earlier search yielded nothing as he decided to knock on the student's door, when he heard nothing, Kiyoshi tried the knob. The door gave way and he entered Takuma's room, his friend was nowhere in sight however, chances are, he already left for the main building, "...which brings us here." Kiyoshi continued to wander down the winding pathway, considering the reasons as to why Takuma would have left for the main building already, he wasn't one to get up that early... fortunately he would know the answer soon enough as he saw the recognizable figure of his friend, talking to someone else? Curious.

Kiyoshi waved his arm to get their attention, but to no avail, sighing he reached into his backpack and grabbed a small tablet, opening up an app it revealed an orange button, turning up the volume, he pressed the button; their reactions were to be expected. As Kiyoshi closed the gap between himself and the other two, he slid aside one of the ear pieces so he could hear them speak and quickly signed [Good morning, Takuma, you're up early]. Kiyoshi knew that he wouldn't get all of that, but he'd at least get the gist.

Closing the previous app, he opened up a new one, a text to speech program, he loathed using the thing, but this guy was new so it wouldn't be a terrible idea to introduce himself properly with a voice. Quickly keying in a few buttons, the device read out in a soft robotic voice, "Friend of your's Takuma?"
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Jiro smiled trying to hide his laugh, realizing Yakima was reasonably lost as well. He seemed to know his way around he just didn't know where to go for his class. He was about to response back to him when he heard a air horn, or what seemed like a air horn, behind him. It seemed to be another boy and seemed to use his phone to catch there attention.

As he walked up he gave signs with his hands which confused him completely. He took his phone and typed a few things in and a robotic voice spoke "Friend of tour's Takuma?" He thought it was weird that he using a phone to speak, but he didn't wish to ask any personal questions.

Instead he responded to the boy, "No, I'm not a friend of his, but I wouldn't mind becoming a friend of his."

Now that Jiro had his attention he took advantage of this and said, "My name is Jiro, I just transferred here from America and it seems I have lost my schedule, so I have no idea of where I need to go. It also seems your friend here is also in the same boat," As he held out his hand for a shake.
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Katsumi was huddled in the bathroom with her food, thinking over the life choices she'd made that led to her eating strawberries next to a filthy school toilet.
She was recovered. The Doctor said so, the nurses said so, her therapist said so and her parents believed it. Katsumi WANTED to believe it but even though she'd lived this life since she was young, she knew the differences between her and a healthy, normal human.
Normal humans didn't hide like anxious animals with their food so no one would see them and spit on them.
How she wanted to be a normal girl, a real girl. She was like Pinocchio, stuck in a limbo of feeling and breathing without really living.
But Pinnochio, he had a shot. Pinnochio had had a chance. There was no fairy godmother to wave a wand a fix her wooden heart. And so Katsumi would put more food into this body she knew was an empty shell, more food and more food, in the hope that her brittle bones wouldn't be destroyed by termites before their time.

Shouldering her book bag of lead onto her shoulder of sand, the wooden girl shook off the thoughts weighing her down further and stepped out of the bathroom. She threw out the remains of her medicinal feast and headed outside. Maybe the sunlight would seep through her skin and lighten up the darkest insides of her.

The trees were welcoming arms reaching for her and she rested under the largest embrace she could find, shielding her eyes from the harsh, uncovered sun. There were two boys chatting in the distance. She whispered a quiet prayer to whoever would listen that the tree would fold her into itself and no one would see her again.
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"No, I'm not a friend of his, but I wouldn't mind becoming a friend of his."

"That certainly implies a lot, though I don't think you're his type...", Kiyoshi thought before the teen spoke up again.

"My name is Jiro, I just transferred here from America and it seems I have lost my schedule, so I have no idea of where I need to go. It also seems your friend here is also in the same boat."

Jiro had his hand extended out for a shake, Kiyoshi humbly complied and firmly shook the teen's hand before moving back to the tablet and typing out more words, "Itsugaya, Kiyoshi, a pleasure. As for the schedule none of us students are supposed to receive them until after the opening ceremony the principal is going to give in place of 1st period this morning; the destination then is obvious."

As he turned to Takuma, Kiyoshi couldn't help but notice a shadowed figure in the corner of his vision nestling itself in the distance, but his attention was altered for only a second. "As for you Mr. Student Council," a small smirk couldn't help but show on Kiyoshi's face, "how is it that I know what the hell you're supposed to be doing and answering all the questions you should be answering? Konk your head on something hard this morning or what?"
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"As for you Mr. Student Council," a small smirk couldn't help but show on Kiyoshi's face, "how is it that I know what the hell you're supposed to be doing and answering all the questions you should be answering? Konk your head on something hard this morning or what?"

His brain whirring inside his head as he tried to think of a good excuse. He made a strange face, then took a deep breath.
"...yes. I did hit my head on something. My doorframe. It hurt." He paused again.

"Anyway!" he said louder than he needed to, he looked around, trying to find a distraction.
"So...Kiyoshi...what game are we playing next time we meet up? Do YOU like video games Jiro? We could maybe use a third player sometimes..."

He looked around again, realising that his attempts to change the subject and not look stupid were failing badly. Out the corner of his eye, he noticed something.

"Hey. That girl is sitting under a tree. And its cold! Hello!" he said, shouting to the figure in the distance. "ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU LOOK KIND OF LONELY! DO YOU WANT TO HANG OUT WITH US?"

He turned back to Jiro for a moment.

"Speaking of which, there are a lot more girls than boys here for some reason. Thats something you should know."
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Jiro let a few seconds hang there trying to think on how to respond making it more uncomfortable for everyone. It seems the more he talks with Takuma the more stranger his impression of him gets. "Um, that's nice to know...i guess. As to your previous question, no I don't, or rather, I can't...because, um..." He responded and let out a little to much information than he wanted. Catching a glance of curiosity in their eyes, decided he best be on his way.

Never mind. Anyway it was nice meeting you two and thank you both for your time and help. I think I'll explore a little more before the ceremony." He said backing away slowly. He gave a wave goodbye and did a small jog to separate from the small group. Now that he was out of that "mess" he didn't know where to go, and it was 8:20, so he still had about thirty more minutes to burn. Jiro went with the easiest option and went to see who the girl by the tree was.

It seemed strange he asked this girl over to the group when there were plenty of other people about as well. Then again she could of been the first person he saw at random, when tried changing the subject. He didn't like criticizing people before he truly knows them but Takuma was REALLY awkward. He felt like there wasn't a reason to bring another person into the group unless it was a friend of theirs. And then there was Kiyoshi who was seemed nice, though it was hard to tell since he didn't technically speak. Jiro put two and two together and assumed he was a mute, but again it was to early to harshly judge anyone just from a few sentences.

This went through his head ask he was walked to the tree with the girl Takuma pointed out. She looked pretty though it looked like she didn't even bother trying to make herself look that way with the baggy hoodie. She was shorter than him and much paler like she didn't go outside to often, and seemed awfully slender. He put on a smile hoping his look he brought back from America didn't scare her and said as he leaned on the tree, "Hey, My name is Jiro. I was transferred her from America and I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I kill a half an hour talking with you before we, or at least I, head to the front for the opening ceremony?"
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Were it possible for Kiyoshi to be even more silent with disappointment he'd damn well display it. The newcomer, Jiro, judging by his face was more than a little disturbed as he hastily retreated to the girl who'd suffered Takuma's verbal tirade. Turning to his friend all Kiyoshi could do was shake his head and without skipping a beat promptly replied to Takuma's earlier question.

"I was thinking Insurgency tonight," the robotic voice rang out, "its been a while since I've tackled a decent FPS, but enough of that you're clueless so I'm going to help you. You're on the student council remember? You're supposed to be helping with the opening ceremony, which is in the main building, and they're probably going to be giving you the class rosters or something right? Right. Well I'm gonna say screw the ceremony, I've got more important things to do than to listen to that wind bag talk; like actually listening to worthwhile things. So I'm gonna skip this, can I trust you to have my roster by second period?"

It sounded more like a set of instructions rather than a request, but it was hard to not sound neutral when your voice consisted of a transistor and some wiring held together by duct tape. Rather than try to be something that it wasn't, it was better to match the tone of the voice with the consistency of the text.
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