[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Mellia[/color][/h1][/center] Mellia slowly rolled over in her bed, an irritated scowl spreading across her face as she took a glance to her closet. Instead of her own clothes and being allowed to choose her individual style as she normally did, she was forced to wear a school uniform. Not just any school uniform though. A female school uniform. Which meant it had a skirt. She was pretty much stuck with wearing it though, as when she'd talked to her dad about it, he had just told her that it was only a year of her life. She could go back to wearing whatever she liked as soon as she wasn't in school. He had pulled the 'your mother would have loved to see you in a skirt' card. Still, the idea of being forced to wear a skirt. For one thing, they were degradingly short.. and the pockets were tiny. But she respected her father's opinion, and since he'd pretty much roped her into wearing it using her mother as an example.. she would wear the stupid thing. However, she was going to make her own modifications. She pulled on a set of black dance shorts first, and then a white tank top. She pulled the white dress shirt over top of her tank top, leaving it unbuttoned. She took the beige cardigan and tied it around her waist, stuffing the blue ribbon and her phone in the tiny pockets of the skirt as she slipped it on. If they made a fuss, she could easily put it on when she got to school. Though she would prefer not to wear anything around her neck, as it would be easy to grab the bow and use it as leverage in a fight. She stuffed her books and supplies into her small backpack, sliding it over her shoulder before yanking the skirt down as far as it could go and heading to the bathroom. A light dusting of her face, and a little lip gloss as usual, and then a skull clip in her messy red hair to keep the bangs out of her face. She rolled her eyes at herself in the mirror, scampering down three flights of stairs and into the kitchen. She buried her face in the fridge, thinking of what she wanted to eat this morning. A low whistle made her stiffen as her youngest brother wiggled his eyebrows in her direction. As she whipped around, her fist up in the air, he snapped a photograph. [color=fff79a]"Sooo posting this on facebook."[/color] he laughed. [color=ed1c24]"Do it and i'll kick your ass."[/color] Mell snarled. [color=fff79a]"Too late."[/color] her brother grinned at her. Mell heaved an annoyed sigh. [color=ed1c24]"Right. No 'thanks for raising me as a child' mercy."[/color] She reached into the fridge and pulled out an egg and some bread. [color=ed1c24]"You will just have to make your own breakfast today."[/color] Her brother started to whine. [color=fff79a]"But.. I.."[/color] [color=ed1c24]"But I.. should be nice to my older sister."[/color] she mocked him, sticking out her tongue as she started making herself toad in the hole. She laughed as he pouted, throwing an orange at his face. [color=ed1c24]"You are twelve now. By the time i was your age, i was making you and our brothers a meal, and helping dad out with the business while juggling school at the same time."[/color] She ruffled his hair. [color=ed1c24]"You can figure it out."[/color] She glanced at the clock, seeing that she was probably going to be late considering she lived an hour away. She shoveled the toad in the hole in her mouth, giving her brother a smile. [color=ed1c24]"Hey. You've watched me make breakfast a thousand times. You can do it."[/color] She ruffled his hair again before grabbing her keys and her Motorcycle helmet. As a last touch, she slipped on her knee high leather boots. The one thing she refused to leave home without. She sauntered out of the room and out the front door, where her motorcycle was waiting from where she'd packed it last night. [color=ed1c24]"Boys."[/color] She nodded to the two Yakuza guarding the front of the house, jamming her motorcycle helmet on her head. She mounted the motorcycle, kicking down the stand and revving the engine, zipping off towards school. The ride to school was nice and easy at first, but soon got annoying when she met rush hour traffic. Everyone trying to get to school or work or something. After checking the area for no cops, she drove her motorcycle up the sidewalk and then took a left, zipping into oncoming traffic smoothly. Shifting gears on her cycle she did a wheelie, enjoying the free feeling of the wind against her skin. By the time she reached the school, Mell was in a great mood. She parked in almost full teacher's parking lot, killing the engine and stuffing the keys in her backpack. She removed her helmet and stuffed it under her arm. She was there maybe a minute till the late bell, sauntering casually to her locker and just barely managing to squeeze her helmet inside. It was lucky that these lockers were wide enough. There was a lack of people in the hallways because everyone was in class. She kicked open the door just as the late bell rang, striding into the classroom casually. Without a word to the homeroom teacher, she set her backpack under her desk, and leaned back slightly, placing her feet on the desk. From here, her black dance shorts could be seen.. but since it wasn't underwear or anything.. Mell didn't seem to care at all. She stared at the teacher, glaring at the math packets on her desk before turning to look at the rest of the classroom. She was way in the front for some reason.. and the only person she actually knew was Saori.. the girl was sitting in the back as far away from Mell as possible. Mell's eyes drifted to another familair face after a few moments. Arturo. She used to go to primary school with him. She could remember him as playing the harp at a few school concerts. He was really really good actually. So that was two people she knew. It helped that he was nice to look at, but his personality was definitely not her favorite in the world. He could be so negative and downright depressing at times.. not to mention he was a total wimp. [center]_________________________________________________________________________________________________[/center] [center][h1][color=6ecff6]Arturo[/color][/h1][/center] Arturo smiled at Ayumi , and nodded. [color=6ecff6]"yeah, i might come visit on a day I'm not working. If you return the favor."[/color] he froze as the teacher walked into the room and smiled. [color=6ecff6]"Adios. I will speak with you later. I must return to my seat."[/color] he stated. Without another word he strode to his seat, shoving himself rather uncomfortably into his seat. As it was made for an average Japanese person, the desk was uncomfortably small and Arturo felt rather cramped with his long legs jammed underneath. Oh well.. there was nothing he could do now. He surveyed his packet, smiling as the numbers flowed in his head. Easy.. this was going to be so easy. And then he glanced up as a familiar face sauntered into a room. Shit. Well shit. He'd not been expecting to see anyone from his former school.. especially not Mell. She was a rowdy, rough, violent girl who seemed to know more cursewords than regular ones. She was small compared to him, but size didn't seem to matter to her. He'd experienced her strength more than one time.. watching as she faced several men who towered over her, incapacitating them all with an easy flick of her wrist. He'd also watched her break the nose of her ex-boyfriend. The guy had been cheating on her.. so he'd deserved it.. but still.. the idea of that much power in such a small package was concerning. Honestly, he secretly admired her strength, and the way that someone so small could be so intimidating. Though.. he could do without her constant hello punches.. which hurt like hell. Of course, the girl noticed and recognized him, giving him a casual wave from her seat as she leaned her feet against the desk, her familiar leather boots shimmering as she leaned back. Arturo gave her a smile and a nervous wave before burying himself in his math textbook, swearing internally in Spanish. He'd been hoping to start off fresh... well.. so much for that.