[center][h1][color=gray]F[/color] [i]u y u m i   [/i][/h1]
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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Isshin Academy, April 7th[/color][hr][/right]

[center][b]Interacting With: [/b][@DruSM157][/center]

Bullet trains were sometimes quite boring. Or at least, they killed Fuyumi's mood a great deal. It was true that she had never been away this far from home ever in her life, but hailing from Tokyo, she had been used to crowds, and she had grown numb and deaf with the passing of hordes of people, all shapes and sizes. Of course, she sometimes picked up the discordant details from crowds. She had to, in order to not grow insane from the wait.

She had seen the Isshin uniform several times in the train. There was at least a couple of other people who had taken the voyage to Sapporo in order to join the prestigious academy. [color=gray][i]Well, I may be able to befriend one or two so I won't spend all my holidays in the institution with all the other destitute kids. Pocket money is still an issue though.[/i][/color] The young girl thought, and then her stomach churned. [b]She[/b] of all things, had decided to act as a parent for once, when [b]she[/b] had never tried to do so in all the years had been alive. Probably the news had reached that addled brain of hers, and perhaps there was a smidge of pride in the woman who had her own daughter attend Isshin academy. So [i]she[/i] had set some parting gifts for Fuyumi, that woman. A second hand book of Gray's Anatomy. As well as an envelope full of money. It was a bittersweet gift. Both things in Fuyumi's mind, were stained of blood and violence. That was money the gangsters had paid her mother for her services. And that book had once belonged to her father. 

Still, Fuyumi managed to snap out of her brooding, as she clutched the bag and entered the auditorium without much fuss. Granted, the directions had been a bit iffy at best, but for a city girl like herself, this meant just a little setback and nothing too major. She set apart a couple of creases in her skirt, and drove a hand through her hair as she kept advancing towards the row of seats of the first year students. She could already picture what they where whispering about her. Doll. Shortstuff. Vampire. Some might even think she was one of the cutest students. 

She found a place to seat, alright. Right next to a huge, tan student with the ugliest scarf she could have ever seen. [color=gray][i]Really, a yellow scarf? Why not put a "Kick me" sign on your back while at it?[/i][/color] Of course, that made the contrast between her and him more pronounced but, she did not care much about it. She gave him a more meaningful stare with her crimson eyes. Other ignorant fools would've called him a [i]gaijin[/i], but a life in Roppongi meant she was used to seeing actual foreigners much more. He was just a tanned student. Maybe he had a beach house in Okinawa. She figured it would useful to be nice to him. He did after all, gave the same vibe as one would expect from a huge, dumb friendly dog. He also seemed a little stunned by the hub bub.

So after sitting without saying anything, she poked his shoulder gently. [color=gray]"Hey hey, big lug. Don't look so spaced out. Stay sharp."[/color]. She said. [color=gray]"This academy is a feeding ground. You don't want to be like that guy over there, do you?"[/color] She indicated Shun with her gaze the position where an unfortunate Daiki had been... well, sobbing. [color=gray]"You look like you could use some help and a friendly face. I could use someone to pick stuff from the tall shelves. Our interests coincide."[/color] She paused. [color=gray]"Just think of this as you know..."[/color] She added, what would be a good comparison to this kind of fella? [color=gray]"Diving? So stay calm and don't let anything get to your mood."[/color] She finished. Was she forgetting something. [color=gray]"Oh, I'm Asakura Fuyumi. Call me Fuyumi-chan and I will use your scrotum as my next wallet. Just kidding. Maybe."[/color] She finished, beaming her best smile.