Afterschool Chaos
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Post by odin on Jul 19, 2009 13:56:52 GMT -6
I was only doing what was necessary to defend myself.“And this is how it’s done.” The time seemed to go slowly, each second of his life felt like an hour he never felt this kind of tension as the clock’s long hand moved towards 12 the short hand was only inches away from 4. Even so Alex paid attention for the sake of his objective to graduate, although he was used to boring and monotone lectures he was never this life he felt such sensation. All of the students stared at the clock waiting for the class to end, such tension. Did they hate the teacher or did they just want the school to end? Alex didn’t have any complaints, but he never heard such monotone lesson in his life!
The teacher put down the chalk and looked at the class, “Do you all get it?” The class was silent, in reaction the teacher assumed that the class got what he had taught today and stacked the attendance book along with a few papers on the desk in front of him. “Alright then….” The time went slowly with each word he spoke, even Alex was looking up at the clock every once often with eager for this torture to end. Staying here any long could make his brain overload and explode gradually, not literally, but in a sense that he would want to rip his hair out from this lesson.
Alex got ready to stand as the hand approached 12, “Class dismissed.” It wasn’t long before everyone squeezed through the door wanting to go to their following locations. Either it was to hang out with friends or go to a restaurant they all had something to do, what the hell was the rush anyway? It wasn’t like the building was on fire or anything. It was so disorganized that Alex was just stunned, back at his old school everyone marched out of the room in an orderly manner instead of rush of crazed students which currently happened before his eyes. Sure, they had ranking system (in Alex’s point of view) and uniform; however, this school showed no promise of slightest order of higher-up.
He let out a mental sigh as he closed the bag in front of the desk; Alex was the last one out. The hallways were crowded like a New York City infested by people with odd hair colors, by far he saw white, golden blonde, bleached yellow, red, blue, purple, and even sky blue looking at all these odd hair colors made him dizzy. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take; as the hallway cleared it was easier for Alex to head out the exit. It probably took him over twenty minutes to get through the crowd. Each student he passed he heard a couple of words of confusion about the new student, some probably saying he was from Yakuza, some said he was US government agent, and some said he was just a war-crazed military otaku.
Otaku? Alex has never heard of such word, he rubbed his chin in thought repeating the word inside his head trying to figure out what ‘Otaku’ meant. Whatever that word meant he didn’t like it and of course he wasn’t an ‘Otaku’ as they said, it was just one of those typical rumors. Mistakenly thought, Alex actually thought that word of being a terrorist you couldn’t blame him for being trained by hard-core ex. Marine drill sergeant like his father.
By the time he got to the exit he was encountered three delinquents from another school, it seemed like they were waiting for someone. Alex could perfectly tell from their looks since they didn’t wear this school’s uniform, from their appearance they seemed like a threat, but as long as they weren’t causing harm towards him or others he had no business with them. “Hey new kid, where do you think you’re going?” One of them grabbed Alex’s shoulder, “I didn’t see your face around this town, how about we go on a little trip together around here, huh?”
They surrounded him, Alex felt cornered clearly they were threatening him not to mention they’ll take everything he had. “Let me go, I have things to do at home.” He shrugged off the grip then the hand grabbed him again. Clearly they were not going to let him go without a couple of punches in him, “This is your first and last warning.” Alex dropped his bag on the ground so that it won’t interfere incase he got into an aggressive engagement on the enemy.
“Last warning, so you’re one of those cocky kids. I’ll make sure you learn what we are around here!” The roundhouse kick swung at him, Alex knew he had to defend himself again with a force he shrugged off the grip and stepped in towards the kick and blocked the blow with his forearms turning his kick into a pivot point. Alex then managed to grab the leg with his left arm, with his right arm he gave a strike at the delinquent’s chest and went in for a swoop with his right foot letting the gravity do the damage as the threat hit the solid ground flat struggling to stand.
Alex turned towards another, by that time the punch flew at him and with a reaction he side stepped and hit away the punch away from him. The delinquent was surprised, by that time Alex had his biceps around the neck of his opponent choking him with a pressure enough to knock him out dead cold. It was easier than squeezing an orange since the arteries were the only vassals that got the blood to the brain. He let go of the limp body of knocked out delinquent, then he felt the grip around his center body. Alex realized what the enemy behind was trying to do; this was so similar to the training exercise that his father trained him.
The big cheese of the delinquents grinned attempting a suplex throw, if Alex didn’t react in time he would have bleeding head especially at this terrain. He knew what move he should pull off when it came to situation like this, Alex slammed both of his elbow at the delinquent’s temples causing him to be doze off for a moment as the defender reached down to the leg, rolled, locked his legs and arms around the leg, and applied pressure the threat screamed in pain. “Surrender or I will snap your leg off.” Alex said darkly, surely the simple-minded aggressor didn’t want that to happen.
Clearly if anyone saw him Alex wasn't one of the ordinary high schooler, clearly right here he was proven to be a trained combatant. His fighting style was obviously a Marines Corps Martial art. Finally, the enemy gave up and tapped out. Alex released the grip as his foe crawled away, thankfully without a snapped leg. If he applied more pressure he would've completely destroyed the knee joint.
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night Guest
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Post by night on Jul 20, 2009 13:20:01 GMT -6
Another boring day. Seeing as nothing extraordinary had happened since yesterday, except for the fact that he had encountered a rather strange girl on the way to school that very morning. Oddly enough, he had even uttered such a great quote infront of that girl. Tomoya shaked his head in disagreement with himself. Why had he wasted such an awe-inspiring quote on a mere bypasser?!. Eventually, he shrugged the thought off and began to peer out the window, once again. The clouds were bright as usual. The sun cowering over them. The whole scene looked a bit like a boss exercising control over his workers. The amusing sight made Tomoya suppress a chuckle, and instead, a taut grin spread across his flawless face. Though, it was a pity there wasn't any sign of rain. Why? Simply because he wanted to see his one and only friend, Sunohara, getting crushed by the behemoth football players. And, in the rain? That would be an amazing sight, not to mention outcome.
Before long, his comical thoughts were interrupted by the teacher. "Huh?" was the boy's reply as he slowly turned his head to face the teacher. "Okazaki.The question," the teacher spoke in an infuriated tone. Tomoya simply continued grinning, "And? What should I do about it?" Several chuckles and giggles could be heard throughout the class, which ultimately developed into blatant laughter. The teacher's temper was about to go to it's peak, but, the bell rang in the nick of time. The teacher bustled out the door, while everyone began heading to their respective homes. But, not after giving Tomoya a supporting pat on the back. They knew he would be in serious trouble. However, Tomoya didn't care the littlest bit, as he had gotten accustomed to these typical everyday conflicts.
Tomoya merely sighed inwardly as he placed his unused pen in his pocket. Upon standing, he was patted on the shoulder in sympathy by yet another classmate. Tomoya's temper instantly rose. "Would you cut that out?!" he shouted at the most recent person who had patted him on the head this time. The person just chortled and walked out the door, tutting. The moody boy pushed in his chair, albeit forcibly. He strode out of the room and immediately noticed an argument in the making near the exit. "Oi, oi. They're being nice," but, he was too late. They hadn't heard him. And, instead, had engaged in combat. Tomoya suspired and headed for the canteen, which was in the same hallway where the fight was occuring. The journey to the canteen was devastatingly long, but rather stimulating. Avoiding touching girls here and there. By the time he had gotten to his destination, Tomoya's face was nearly a crimson red. The line to the canteen, or that's what it seemed like was large.
It stretched out from one class's doorway to another. And, there were probably more lined up inside the classes. Tomoya reached for his pocket and took out a small coin. It wasn't even worth the slightest bit, but, it would probably do the job. Tomoya pushed aside some people that weren't in line, but were loitering before the canteen. He peaked at the people currently ordering their food. Out of the five, only two had buffets ready for themselves. He decided to aim for the fat boy, instead of the girl, who stood directly beside him. The mischevious boy smiled, and twirled the coin in his hand. Tomoya aimed the coin at the boy's head and threw it with full force. The boy looked back, but before he was even aware, Tomoya bounded in between the boy and the girl, and reached for anything that came into his hand. "Sorry!" he said in an audible whisper. He kicked off the counter, jumping over several people who had ducked, and landed neatly beside the window. It seemed the boy hadn't noticed.
At last, Tomoya diverted his gaze to look at what he had in his hand. Surprisingly, he had gotten Melon bread. He rapidly unwrapped the bread, and began chowing it down his throat. Soon enough, he required water due to his hasty eating, and, unluckily, the only wtater fountain in the whole hallway was the one amidst the fight. Tomoya reconsidered, as there were several other fountains in the school's boundaries. But, they were too far apart from each other.
Finally, he strolled over to his class's doorway, which was the nearest to the fountain. People had began to screen the whole fight, as to protect them from harmful eyes, otherwise known as teachers. Tomoya tiptoed along the wall, forcing numerous people away. He spotted the fountain right beside the exit, almost as if lost in a corner with nobody to care for it. The boy tutted, and continued tiptoeing. Before long, Tomoya was in the view of everyone in the crowd. But, he didn't pay attention to that, rather, he straightened himself and oggled at the epic fight. Three against one, what a fair fight, he thought. Soon enough, one of the guys that had gotten beat came limping towards Tomoya. He pushed him aside, causing Tomoya to bump into the wall. He grinned, extended his leg, and kicked the already-beaten guy's buttocks. The guy fell face-first.
Tomoya simply thought he was unconcious because he hadn't shown any sign of human life for several seconds. He reverted his gaze back to the fight. It was already over? People were clearing away, as the victor of the fight mercifully let go of the loser. Tomoya had forgotten about his thirst, as he was sort of awe-struck by the victor. As Tomoya closely looked at his face, he suppressed his laughter. But, it was too much. Nobody in the vincinity, but him and the extremely strong guy, and Tomoya starts laughing insanely, plainly because of his highly naive face.
Notes: xD [/font][/size]
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Post by Kichiro Haru on Jul 20, 2009 18:31:49 GMT -6
Kichiro Haru
___________________________________________________________________________ After his rather interesting encounter with Kotomi this morning, the rest of the day turned out to be rather uneventful for Haru. Classes went by at a normal pace, which mean rather slow. Sure, he was a good student, and did excellent on the test, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed the lectures. In fact, he couldn’t think of anyone who really enjoyed the lectures. So there he was, sitting bored in class, doing his best to get the notes down and answer questions. His eyes would occasionally glance up, waiting for the bell to ring so he could go on break, and get a few minutes of relief. During that time he would read the book he got from Kotomi earlier.
The book wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t that interested in the history of the United States. The World War II generation was a bit more interesting than other things though. Still, as he read the stories of what the United States called “The Greatest Generation”, he kind of glossed over. Every once in awhile someone would come up and talk to him, temporarily interrupting the daze. He would get caught up on the gossip of school, whether or not he really cared. Still, he was too polite to interrupt, and so he would listen.
There was one series of rumors that caught his attention however. It was about a new student who looked like a delinquent but acted like a soldier. The reason this interested Haru so much was because it sounded just like the kid from the library earlier. Was this guy the same person as the one the rumors were talking about? At first glance it didn’t seem that way, as people tried to claim he was from the Yakuza or something. A rather ridiculous rumor perhaps, but it didn’t sound like the guy at all. If he were Yakuza, he’d probably have a better grasp on the local language than he did. The US government agent was more believable (which meant only less ridiculous), though he would think they would have had better language training. That, and why would they bother sending someone to a high school? What are they going to do, steal the Japanese school system plans?
Out of all the rumors, the one that he was a military otaku probably made the most sense. His behavior sure seemed like he was formerly in the military, though other than that he hadn’t seen much. However, spending some more time with Alex would probably give the answer to the question or not. For Haru, however, hanging out with a guy like that was outside of the norm. It was people like Kotomi, even with her quirks, that he was more likely to get along with. A military nut like Alex, not so much.
Looking at the clock, he saw that the day was almost over. In his head, he started a countdown as the long hand moved ever closer to 12. Every second it would move with a small tick, and it would be one second closer to bell rings. The short hand was almost on the four, it just needed that last little push. It was just a few more seconds before…yes! Just as the teacher was about to start on another question the bell rang loud and clear. Everybody cleaned up there stuff, and started to head outside in the form of a mob.
Haru, being rather smart, sat back and waited for the mob to clear off before getting up. If he tried to get out right then and there, he’d be stuck in a crowd. He didn’t like being so cramped, so the wait was worth the cost of getting out faster. All he had to do was get out before the teacher called him to help clean up after class. Just as the last person exited the room, he dashed towards the door. He was safe!
Melding into the mob, he slowly inched his way towards the exit. There he would wait for the crowds to disperse, and then he would head back in. He still had to get to the library and return the book to Kotomi, and then check out another one. Maybe talk to her a little bit as well, if she paid attention long enough. After that, well, he didn’t have any clubs at the moment so he would probably just go home and study for awhile. Hopefully dinner would be done by then, and then just relax till bed.
The mob he was in stopped near the doors, and outside there was a bunch of noise. Going from all the talk that was now going around, some guys from another school were being beat up by the new guy. Of course there was more talk about the Yakuza and some blood feud junk, but Haru just had to shake his head and sigh. It was the kids first day, and not only was he late, but he got into a fight. The teachers would chew his head out for this. Still, maybe they would go easy on him if the people attacked him first.
Before he could ask Alex about it, however, he had to wait for this mob to break up. He tried to push his way forward, but it wasn’t really working that well. Taking a deep breath, he got ready to slam his way through, and in fact had already started running when the people in front of him got out of the way. This lead to him messing up his run, and a spectacular fall to the ground. It wasn’t the worse thing that had happened to him, but it still kind of hurt. Sitting up, he rubbed his now sore shoulder as he got a look at the scene.
The only people left were Alex and Tomoya Okazaki. All Haru knew about him was that he was supposed to be a delinquent. Late for class, badmouthed students and teachers alike, enjoyed jokes, and all that sort of stuff. It shouldn’t have been surprising to see him here, but Haru didn’t know of him to be a violent delinquent. More of a loveable prankster than a thug. Then again, he could of have just been walking through. Haru wasn’t one to just make assumptions about a person without some information.
Getting up, and wiping himself to get the dirt of off him, he started walking towards Alex since he actually knew him a little.
”First day here and you’re already picking fights, eh? Might want to be more careful, otherwise people will lump you in with Tomoya here, uh, no offense you know. There isn’t anything wrong with you and…just act like I hadn’t said that.”
He added the last part in with a weak laugh. The thing about getting lumped with Tomoya sounded better in his head, but out in the open it sounded kind of insulting. And while he didn’t think he was a violent kind of person, Haru didn’t want to take any chances with him.
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odin Guest
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Post by odin on Jul 20, 2009 19:31:12 GMT -6
And so today I met an guy with an oddly colored hair who was hated by many teachers.The crowds have started to cleared off a bit, most of the students stood there struck in awe how easily Alex took on three guys at once and won easily. It was thanks to his father’s training that transformed him into a human killing machine; these moves were used in war by US Marines to take on enemies in close combat if their bullets ran out. These moves weren’t used just so that opponents would want to back down and quit, it was used to kill people, and thankfully, Alex wasn’t violent as people may have thought from his appearance.
Alex looked back at the crowd they broke off eye contact in fear, he was only just defending himself and left a bad impression. This wasn’t good; it wasn’t his thing to leave a bad impression on a first day Alex always left good impressions on his higher-ups when he attended the military school, thanks to his father’s training. No matter, all he needed to do was to get a diploma and get the hell out of here Alex didn’t like this place too much anyway. Why were people afraid of him anyway? Was it because of these ridiculous rumors that he had heard about? Probably so… actually it was most likely so that the fake rumors were proven ‘real’ after his engagement on the target.
He wasn’t afraid, only little kids or cowards were afraid. Alex just didn’t like the millions of oddly colored eyes from Japanese students staring at him; some were red, violent, blue, yellow, and even green. He slowly took a step back with an emotionless expression, okay, maybe he was a little bit afraid. “Focus on the objective… focus on the objective” Alex repeated in his head, there was no need to fear them they were merely his colleagues in this school it wasn’t like they were going to bite him.
The soldier turned, picked up his book bag and started to walk off silently, but his steps were stopped when he heard laughter from a male student. Alex immediately turned his gaze studied the crowd trying to search where the source came from, it took him a while for him to notice a blue haired student, because of all these oddly colored hairs it was hard to pin-point his target. He studied him, despite his messy blue hair his eyes looked sharp, and maybe he was one of his higher-ups? Alex didn’t think so, but it was a possibility. Above all the people he talked today they refused to tell what their rank was, all he knew so far Haru was a lower rank and Kotomi was a superior officer.
Then a familiar voice came up, Alex turned seeing Kichiro-kun who he met in the library earlier in the morning. “Kichiro-kun, threat is always to be neutralized, and I only merely responded to that threat.” He replied, probably he won’t get what he meant. Would Alex have to reduce it to simpler term? If he needed to then he will do so with no questions asked, most of the kids didn’t seem to understand Alex’s way of speaking in ‘military language’.
Alex walked up to Tomoya and held out his hand for a shake, “Nice to meet you, I am Alex S. Gunther, Class 3-C, rank: Corporal.” He introduced himself, “Your name?” It wasn’t long before teachers busted into the scene, the students started to scatter like leaves from the scene of the crime. All of them dispersed into different direction, Alex found their evasive maneuvers impressive not to mention they were able to quickly evade the teachers without getting yelled at.
“Okazaki Tomoya!” The gym teacher yelled, “What have you done this time, huh?!”
Then the new student stepped forward, “Sir, this boy has not done anything wrong.” Alex said and gave his gym teacher a crisp salute then placed himself at ease, “The students from another school have attempted a surprise assault at the school grounds, so I only merely removed the threat, sir!” The gym teacher looked at Alex for a moment rubbing his chin; he seemed to understand where this boy was coming from. The violent gorilla of a teacher turned towards Tomoya glaring at him before he walked off.
“Okazaki Tomoya is your name I see.” Alex said, “Is there a reason why higher-ups of this school takes a dislike towards you, or do you just always take the blame?”
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Post by night on Aug 5, 2009 12:49:18 GMT -6
Tomoya couldn't keep his composure. He was on the ground, against the wall, squirming around, laughing everywhere. His laughter echoed throughout the nearly-empty hallways of the school. Several minutes of laughter later, he heard footsteps approaching them. Tomoya wiped off his tears, and rubbed his eyes numerous times before he could see clearly. He stood up, straightened himself, with a wide grin on his face, and recognized the approaching figure. Well, not recognized. He didn't even know the person, yet the person knew him - or rather, his name. He thought Tomoya was a delinquent. The grin on his face turned into a frown.
The unknown person, and the person who had just fought off the so-called "threat", seemed to be friends. And a different pair of friends, they were, Tomoya thought. He and Sunohara atleast had something same about them. But, the two that stood before him, were nothing of the like. One was tall as hell, while the other was short as hell. One was a derelict, while the other refined. They seemed as they were Romeo and Juilet, but just change Juliet to a boy, and it would a perfect match.
Tomoya observed the two's conversation carefully. One speaking rather casually, while the other spoke with the most elegant, and ...studious tone, known to Tomoya. He chuckled, which eventually converted into laughter, yet again, as the threat-vanquisher introduced himself with his alleged rank. What the hell? Who states their rank? But, Tomoya stared up, and saw that the guy was serious. Tomoya smirked, and thought he should play along with the act.
But, before long, he was surprised by the muscular teacher who always suspected him. The suspecting started back when he had thrown a paper ball directly at his face. And, why did Tomoya do that? He was merely bored, and the teacher was being really annoying. But, annoying as it was, it was about his future. Which Tomoya didn't really care about. From then on, the teacher had called him for every trouble caused in the school. From theft, to violence. Everything. Even the time when a poor guy had stolen lunch from Tomoya! Tomoya himself was suspected of even that. But, he was slowly getting used to it, taking into consideratin how many times that event had repeated. "Okazaki Tomoya, please come to the office. Okazaki Tomoya." He tutted at the thought of that. I guess the administration is even more naive.. But, he soon shrugged off the unnecessary thought and looked up at the teacher.
Albeit that happened, he still wasn't frightened. Just a mere bit surprised. Surprised by both the teacher, and the just-introduced, Alex's confident argument against the teacher. The teacher left, but not without giving a nearly-intimidating stare to Tomoya. well, the teacher made it easier for Tomoya. He didn't have to say his name. But, he still had to explain himself, and his...rank. He coughed deliberately, and straightened himself, yet again.
The only military postures he had seen were on the T.V at Sunohara's house. And, the only military ranks he had seen were on T.V, as well. He tried recalling the highest of the highest ranks. And, then, it struck him like lightning striking a house. He stepped up to Alex. Alex was taller than Tomoya, but, it didn't intimidate him the slightest bit. He placed his hands on his side, suppressed a grin, and opened his mouth to speak with a confident voice that reverberated throughout the school.
"Indeed. Okazaki Tomoya is my name. But, you, as a Corporal are not permitted to call me that!" he stretched his hand out, pointed a finger at his face, and quickly took it back, placing his hand on his side again, "The higher ups simply hate me, because.... I am such a heroic figure. I am the saviour of this school. As my rank is the one and only, General of the Army!" A long silence followed the last four words spoken by the so-called, highest rank in the military.
And, then, he turned to the even more, naive and innocent face that stood and had said nothing at all during the conversation, except accuse Tomoya of being a delinquent. He merely stared him straight into his eyes. He wanted to tell him to play along, but, Tomoya doubted he would. As the two were quite acquainted, Alex and him, that is. Tomoya looked back at Alex, and awaited his, salute, or whatever they did when they saw the highest rank in the military.
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Post by sunohara on Aug 8, 2009 23:06:35 GMT -6
"Why did you even bother showing up?" Sunohara was late. Which is a little like saying 'the ocean is wet' or 'the desert is dry'. Most of the students would agree. Seeing him walking up to the school building many shook their heads, sighed, or cat-called: "What's the point Sunohara?" However, it was a new day, start of a new quarter, and Sunohara was feeling good.
Why? Why hot first-years of course! Each new years was like a fresh haul of fish to be sorted through, rooting out all the beauties that were worth fighting for. Plus there was always the tantalizing possibility of a mysterious and beautiful transfer student. it was like Christmas (only, admittedly, you didn't always get presents). But the possibility existed!
And so, ignoring the calls of his classmates and actually waving back with a grin in some cases, Sunohara traipsed happily into school. Teachers who saw him go by looked at their watches, and sighed. Not all of them, though. Some of the newer ones were surprised he had actually showed up that -early-... or at all.
Sunohara made sure to stop by his homeroom to annoy his teacher and to see if anything important had happened. With a twitching eyebrow the teacher asked "I suppose you'll be wanting the hand-outs from today?" to which Sunohara shrugged and replied:
"Meh, I'll just 'em in a big lump at the end of the week. It's like watching anime... best to wait and then watch a bunch in a row rather than waiting in suspense for each episode to come out. Am I right?"
"Why... do you even come here?" the teacher asked, eyebrow twitching even harder. Sunohara waved away the question and asked the important thing:
"So. Handouts aside. Did we get any hot transfers this semester?"
"I'll give you three seconds to get out of my sight..." the teacher growled, fist already clenched. Sunohara laughed nervously and backed away. Must've been a stressful day for poor teach... Sunohara didn't remember her being this tense.
Well. There were other sources of information. Like Tomoya! There he was! Over there with the... beat-up kids and the... stiff-looking new kid. Huh? Interesting. Sunohara slithered his way lithely through the crowd and ended up next to Tomoya, whose shoulder he leaned on as he listened to the tail end of everything. Once Tomoya was done Sunohara, always willing to dive headlong into any situation, especially dangerous ones, decided to add his piece:
"That's right! There are several small shrines dedicated to Tomoya scattered all over this academy! And if he's the hero I'm the villain. There isn't a single kid in this school that I haven't beaten up, except the first-years who I haven't started on yet... And I don't like the slice of your jig, soldier, so I'm fixing to add you to my list..."
And, more importantly:
"Besides! Everyone knows transfer students are supposed to be mysterious, beautiful girls! Where's the mysterious beauty in you? Huh? I should beat you down just for ruining my expectations!"
With that Sunohara turned up his nose in what he thought would come off as a 'tough-guy-punk' pose but what looked very much like a very goofy cat snuffing his dinner. All the while he was leaning on Tomoya's left shoulder casually. [/size]
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Post by Kichiro Haru on Aug 9, 2009 19:02:38 GMT -6
Kichiro Haru
___________________________________________________________________________ Threats to be neutralized? Haru just gave Alex a rather confused look. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the terms, but what exactly was the threat that had to be neutralized? All he knew that there had been some kind of fight, and that whoever the victims were they had ran off. Maybe someone had been picking on Alex because was the foreign new kid? But Alex didn’t seem to be the kind of guy to let such petty things get to him (if he thought the person was making fun of him in the first place. There had to be something more to this.
”Uhm, what exactly was this threat Alex? I didn’t get a good look at it since I was stuck in the back and all.”
Alex, however, seemed more concerned about introducing himself to Tomoya. That seemed to be a good idea to Haru. If they two got together and became friends, then maybe some of Alex’s military discipline would rub off on Tomoya. Haru gave a little chuckle to the thought, but stopped when Alex began to speak. Upon hearing the ‘rank Corporal’ part, Haru just had to place his hand on his head in a facepalm. Had the kid not yet realized this wasn’t a military school yet?
With a sigh, he was about to try and correct the situation, but the arrival of the gym teacher stopped it. Not surprisingly, he started to blame Tomoya for the situation, but Alex was rather quick to jump in with his own…style of speaking. Taking the military terms into laymen’s terms, Haru deduced that some punks from another school must have come and picked on Alex. So Tomoya actually didn’t have anything to do with it this time around. Haru so owed the kid an apology for what he said earlier.
”Hey Tomoya…”
Before he got the chance to say anything, Alex and Tomoya were at it again in a conversation that quickly looked as if it was going to end in a train wreck. Apparently Tomoya decided to play along with Alex’s fantasy of a military school, but greatly inflated his position. General of the Army? The guy had to be kidding. Did he really think that Alex would….yeah, Alex would probably fall for it. The subsequent look by Tomoya told him that he was supposed to play along, but this was getting a bit ridiculous.
”Well Alex, have fun with the general here. I have some, uhm, duties to report to back at HQ,” he said as he started to walk off, giving him a quick wave goodbye,”And get out of this train wreck before it starts,” he added with a mumble.
On his way out he passed by Tomoya’s loyal dog Sunohara. Well, not literally a dog, but for all intents and purposes he was one. Wherever Tomoya went, he was there unless there was a cute girl somewhere he could flirt with. While Haru at least had a bit of a fear of Tomoya, this guy was rather harmless so he walked on bye without a glance. Just before he left he was able to hear Sunohara’s proclamations about shrines dedicated to Tomoya as well as Sunohara’s own ‘accomplishments’.
”Alex, I wish you luck with those two. You are so going to need it,” Haru mumbled to himself as he left the scene.
Notes: Eh, I wish this was longer, but I couldn't think of much Haru could do with this situation. Have fun with the delinquients Alex XD.
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