[b]Leiko Hamada- Warakuma High[/b] It was the longest thirty minutes of Leiko's life. Wordlessly, she was tugged along by her overzealous friend to the various club rooms and advertisements that littered throughout the school. Honestly, Leiko was merely feigning interest in joining another club for the sake of Saya's enthusiasm; she was the Drama Club President after all, and that took number one priority. As Saya started to chatter loudly about how fun volleyball was last year, Leiko's mind started to wander to the clubs that at least had piqued her attention. Art Club wasn't [i]bad[/i] per se, but Leiko vastly preferred physical expression over paintbrushes and charcoal. Music Club was okay, but the membership was fairly lacking, and with the rising popularity of this newly constructed 'Idol Club', Leiko had a feeling that it wouldn't last for very long. Overall, she was fairly underwhelmed. "Why don't you just start a Cooking Club, Saya?" Leiko's words caught the violet-haired girl off guard, having become accustomed to Leiko's begrudging silence. "You clearly have a skill in the culinary arts. I don't understand why you don't pursue it." Saya's bright expression became gradually duller as she let out a low sigh. "Hama-chan. You know why. Just because I'm good at something, doesn't mean I want it to define me, you know?" Leiko's response was nonplussed. "I really don't understand what you mean." "Well..." Saya shook her head softly. "It's kind of hard explaining it to you. You're so passionate about what you do. You put 110% into it. It's just...not the same for me." Leiko still couldn't comprehend Saya's way of thinking. The freedom to pursue one's talents was something that should be nurtured, not cast aside. But then again, they were somewhat polar opposites... How did they become friends again? "So we're finished searching, right?" Leiko moved on with a hint of hope in her tone. "It's a real shame that nothing really caught my attention. You can always stick to volleyball, and maybe go for that 'Idol Club' yourself if you're so inclined-" "Nah, it wouldn't be any fun if you weren't there," Saya's answer was quick and succint as she looped her arm over Leiko's, an action that made the affluent teen somewhat uncomfortable. Why did Saya always insist on being so touchy-feely? "Actually, there is a club I've been meaning to check out still...but I don't really want to go on my own..." Her expression became pleading, a sign that often spelled trouble. Leiko felt her mouth open reluctantly. "...What club?" "Archery," Saya responded tentatively, causing Leiko's eyebrows to disappear beneath the fringe of her hair. That was it? She had expected something more shameful, like wrestling, or that creepy nerdy anime club. But Archery? "You'll come too, right?" Saya urged, the grip on Leiko's arm tightening ever so slightly. "It's run by some third years, and I'm a little anxious about just walking up to them by myself. I mean, they seem to be a pretty tight clique..." "So why do you want to join?" Leiko asked plainly. "I really don't understand why I have to be there-" "Moral support?" Saya answered with a soft whine. "[i]Please[/i] Hama-chan, it would really mean a lot to me. I wanted to try out last year, but I never got up the nerve..." She tugged her bottom lip with her teeth. "And by the time we're seniors, it'll feel like it's too late.." "..." Leiko groaned. This girl was eliciting her ire a lot more as of late. "Fine. I'll come with you. I won't be staying though..." "Oh thank you!" Saya pumped the air excitedly, causing Leiko to stumble a little as she was still attached to the girl's arm. "Oh, sorry!" Saya smiled sheepishly. "Come on, let's go. They're holding this meeting thing at the back of the school." --- [b]Leiko and Saya: Warakuma High- Archery Range[/b] The range wasn't all that difficult to find; Leiko and Saya merely followed the way to the back of the school through the door leading to the fields and soon the sound of metal pelting against wood told them that they were inching closer to where they needed to be. Stepping through the open entrance to the outdoors, Leiko noticed that some members were stacking some shabby-looking boxes near the door, whilst others were practising with some basic-looking bows, arrows sailing through the air as they either hit or shot straight past their targets. Basically, it was exactly what she expected Archery Club to look like. "The President for Archery Club is Ishiahara Rokoru..." Saya explained in a hushed whisper, her eyes scanning the area fervently as her fingers played with a stray seam on her uniform. "He's a third year, and a lot of people say he's the best president the club has had in a long time..." "You seem pretty knowledgeable on the subject," Leiko murmured back dryly. "You still haven't explained why you feel so compelled to join this kind of club..." Saya's answer was merely a sharp intake of breath, as if she was struggling to find the right answer before her eyes finally fell on the well built senior. She brushed a strand of hair of her ear nervously, glancing sideways at Saya before rolling her shoulders as if she was limbering her body for some big event. "Wish me luck," she smiled weakly, before heading straight for the third year President with as much confidence as she could muster. Leiko watched her go, resisting the temptation to join her and observe the situation more carefully. She really shouldn't get involved with Saya's affairs [i]too[/i] much (after all, she was the one who had been dragged to the range in the first place), but she couldn't help but feel the need to control the outcome. As strong and confident as Saya tried to come across to people, she could very easily crumble under pressure. Deciding to hang back and watch from afar with a wary eye for now, Leiko's attentions eventually focused onto a familiar face. Wait... Her eyes squinted slightly. Wasn't that Shinichi Rui standing over there? True enough, her classmate was at the range as well, seemingly occupied with some kind of form in his hands. So he was thinking about joining Archery too, hmm? Leiko's lips pursed. He had shown some interest in the Drama Club that morning, so she had written it off in her mind that he was a dead ringer for sure. But if he was joining other clubs...would he have the time? [i]Well.[/i] Rolling up the sleeves of her angora sweater, Leiko approached the stoic male, taking advantage of the fact that the other male he had been speaking to was busy being approached by someone else. "Shinichi-kun," Leiko's voice was smooth and sweet like honey, her lips curling into a pleasant smile that betrayed only the faintest hint of ulterior intent. "What a surprise to see you here. Are you thinking about joining Archery?" --- Meanwhile, Saya was on her way towards approaching the President of the Archery Club, Ishiahara Rokoru. Cold sweat clung to the back of her neck, her fingers pulling at that thread on her sleeve more and more. She was making this a much bigger deal than she needed to; after all, it was only a [i]club.[/i] However, several things factored into it, and the more she dwelled on them, the more flustered she became. Ugh, why couldn't she just shrug them off and be as cool as Hama-chan sometimes? She came to a short stop in front of the senior, his gaze fixed angrily at something ahead of her, which made her blood run cold. Uh oh...he looked severely pissed, and she hadn't even [i]opened her mouth yet.[/i] Taking an audible gulp, and praying that this wasn't to be her last words on earth, she steeled herself with a breezy smile. "H-Hello there, Ishiahara-senpai! I know I'm a little late, but I'm here to ask about registration?"