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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Sapporo, Japan[/b]
Ishin Academy, April 8th[/color][hr][/right]
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[color=825C35]“Pineapple Boy. Stand up. Come here. Bring that fruit over.”[/color]

The sudden remark from his teacher nearly froze Shun in place. [i]Why didn't he just leave the pineapple on his desk! What the heck was wrong with him? Now he was going to get in trouble for sure![/i] 

[color=BEDE79]"T-this is for you Kinzokuma-sensei,”[/color] Shun said with a quick bow. [color=BEDE79]“M-my grandmother said that I sh-should give you an Okinawa Pineapple as a sign of my appreciation for teaching us this year.[/color] He handed the pineapple to her as if he was giving an offering up to the Gods. 

His grandmother and her family were always proud of their pineapple fields. She'd go on and on to Shun about the different varieties of pineapple that Okinawa grew, and how their pineapples were the most fragrant and sweetest around. Shun always took that as elderly boasting, but he did admit he did enjoy pineapple in the summer. So of course it was difficult to purchase a Pineapple before they were truly in season. But his grandmother [i]had[/i] given him a little extra allowance to make sure he could give his teacher a pineapple. 

Shun braced for impact from his teacher. Would she smack him on the head for doing such a goofy thing? Would she crush the pineapple as a gesture to the class that such fools like Shun were not appreciated here? After the previous day's warnings, he wondered what kind of punishment he would receive for this. [/indent]