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 Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 4:14 pm
"Spell?"
Yuujinchou spoke the word softly, as if considering all the implications that single word held.
And it did hold many...
The sound of a nightingale drew the man's eyes to a nearby tree, one on the outer edges of the large park which Azreal had lead them both to.
Everything was quiet, silent enough to hear a pin drop, except for that bird.
Then he heard smaller chirps, quieter, but less lovely than the original sound.
The bird had a nest full of newborns.
For most of his life, Yuujinchou had seen more than average, he held a different view of the world than most, a closer and deeper knowledge.
He was like those little newly born birds.
He had lived in the world of the egg, thinking it held everything and yet... knowing that there was something else that he couldn't yet see or grasp.
Now, he was free of the eggshell.
Unlike the birds however, he hadn't broken through that shell on his own.
His brother had been the first crack.
Azreal had been the final.
Now there was an entirely new world open to him... and that thought filled Yuujinchou with a strange sort of wonder that he had never experienced before.
He WANTED to learn. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Yuujinchou actually WANTED to learn something.
It wasn't mandatory in his mind, it wasn't for survival in his mind, even though both were true...
He was learning it because he WANTED to.
"Azreal... you told me that you taught about Sacrifices and Fighters... would there be any way that I could come to one of those classes?" Yuujinchou asked before holding up his hands. "I mean, it's alright if I can't... but I could make a good assistant, and I'm working on a degree for teaching English conversation so..." he felt nervous suddenly, and knew that he looked it by that point. "I'd want to help... but I really do want to learn. I'm just afraid that with my classes and the cafe that... well... it would be hard to find the time. So, if I could get a different job, especially one that put me close so I could listen in... it... might help?" he paused a second. "I mean... if your school needed a Conversational English teacher... I can finish my classes at nights and online... I'm more then fluent and qualified and... then... if I had the period free of students when you taught your class on Fighters and Sacrifices... then..."
Yuujinchou's sentence just kind of trailed off after that. Nervousness wasn't even an issue by this point. Now, Yuujinchou felt like he was intruding.
He wanted to learn, but he didn't want Azreal smothered by his presence.
Amethyst eyes were nearly closed, the low drone of the nightly news, a monotone in the background.
Ryoji hadn't gotten much sleep over the weekend... which was usually common for the young man, and the strange slight comfort of sitting in his study, warm and comfortable... well.. it was lulling him to sleep.
Then there was a buzzing sound to his right, and he heard the familiar ring-tone.
~ dodo do do do / dodo do do do / dodo do do dodo do do ~
Piercing eyes popped open, and Ryoji straightened his glasses, which had started to slip down his nose. He picked up the phone as it began a second run-through of the ring-tone, and flipped it open.
'Ryoji,
Don't worry. I have a few other students who have missed.
Do you have your book? Study pages ten through fifteen. Its what we are going to be covering tomorrow in class.
If you are up to it, study pages 25 to 35. Sacrifice information. I am, if you are willing, going to call you tomorrow to be my partner in a spell fight.
-Rauko-sensei'
"Ten through fifteen must be on Fighters..." Ryoji whispered.
He uncurled himself from the chair, bare feet resting lightly on the hardwood floor. For a moment, violet eyes scanned the textbooks, before pulling one from the stack. Lithe fingers turned to page ten, and Ryoji laughed when he realized that most of the pages were made up of images instead of text.
"Sensei... memorizing these pages would be simple." the young man spoke, smirking at the simplicity of it all. "But..." his gaze fell on the text message again. "Sacrifice information is a bit more appealing to me... perhaps I WILL memorize both pages, hmm?"
He flipped on the desk lamp, before focusing his attention on the cellphone keys. Quickly he texted back...
Rauko-sensei,
I would be more than willing to participate in a fight.
I will commit myself to memorizing the information on pages ten through thirty-five tonight.
- Kamiya Ryouji
With that finished, Ryoji set his cellphone back down on the desk. He turned the news down to an even quieter dulling sound, and began scanning over the pages.
Each and every scrap of information filed itself away in his near-photographic memory.
It took about four hours for everything to finally sink in, but near midnight, Ryoji finally turned off the desk lamp and stood to his feet.
He stretched, arms high above his head, before yawning and heading up to bed.
Ryoji would need his rest for class... and for the promise of a fight to come.
(((OOC: Ryoji's ring-tone is the beginning Route theme from the original Pokemon (Blue & Red) for Gameboy. As for my absence... weekend before last (17-18 ) I was in the hospital for kidney stones (my first time being a patient in a hospital). It was thought that it was my appendix, but I turned out to have a few stones. I got released late Sunday (18 ), but through the week I was still having pain and severe nausea (aka, was still passing stones), and I really didn't want to either sit at the computer (cause it hurt REALLY bad) or post while taking Hydrocordone (cause yeah... It may not hurt so bad, but I get trip-y and stuff I think/type/say comes out REALLY odd). But yesterday I felt fine and today I've felt fine (good enough to do some chores finally!) and so I've finally felt like being at the computer! YAY! So yes, I'm back, and I plan to post daily again now! Sorry for the long delay.)))
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 5:19 pm
--Relentless--
"Relentless to survive, Relentless to protect -- Relentless in life." {Its alright. I understand. I am just glad that you are alright. If you ever need time off, just let me know. This goes to all of you, too.}
Azreal felt his eyes go to the sound of the Nightingale. A beautiful sound, one that had always given him hope. The fact that birds were like humans, living and dieing even having to emerge from the shell before they could live. It was all true for some humans. He had seen death, he had to emerge from the shell that nearly killed him while he was young. Or was it the first crack to this real world, the second when they came to this town. For him, it was his brother who saved him, just like the mother bird. It was Jin that gave him his wings to fly. It was his father that had started it all.
Smiling, he looked around the park. It was here that he first knew. His brother had brought another team here with him, the same team that now helped them. It was so hard to believe what was said here, and he had the same feeling now. The first two things were already talked about. He got Jin into this world the first day they met, or more so than he had been already. Azreal was now bringing his fighter back to the same place where he had first learned, where he had his first fight as well. It was the first time that he knew what the names meant, what power they had over the two with it. It was also the first time he knew that his brother, after everything they went through, was not his fighter.
They had believed that it was so, thinking that the markings on their bodies were telling them their qualities, not tying them together like they truly did. That first fight had taught Azreal everything he needed to know, and the information just built up over the years. He knew his brother felt the same thing, for after the fight, they were both completely different. Well, not different, just.. Changed.
Azreal allowed his eyes to drift around the place, finding the same path they had traveled so many years ago. "Yes. There will be. Knowing my brother, he has set it up for us. Tomorrow's class will be the true beginning of the class. I would like you to come tomorrow, first period." Azreal could tell that the other was nervous. He was tempted to place a warm hand on the other, but they barely knew each other yet. He didn't want to scare the other. "If you want to learn, I know the perfect way. Since we are a team, the school will allow you to help out. And you need not worry about a job if you are interested in this position. I am sure that once the head administrator find out who you are, he will welcome you with a job working with us. If you do not wish it, I am sure there are other positions avaliable for you."
Ever since they first arrived here and started working at the school, the administrators in the school were very welcome. Since there were more 'marked' students entering the school, the two were allowed to work without any hassle. Part of their deal, since the principle knew the Fighter and Sacrifice world, was that when they found their partners, they could work with them. It would be a very simple way to teach the students, having two battles going on at once. The room was large enough for that. There were other ways as well, since there would be three teaching teams, that they could easily split up the work between them all. One team would be resting while the others taught. It was how the last teachers had worked it out, but that was when there were many 'marked' students.
The emotions coming from the other were strong. Clearly he was nervous, not just by his speech but his body language. Sighing, Azreal shook his head. "Jin. Never worry about things like this. I know you want to learn. I also know your feelings. With this bond, I can feel your nervousness, I can also feel something else. Though it is not as strong as it should be, which comes later.. Much later, I have a feeling that you don't want to intrude on my own life. Let my reassure you. I have been waiting for you ever since I learned what this world was. I have made preparations for when ever my other half came. I want you in my life, if you will allow me." He was trying to get his words out without handing out too much information. They were tied together and he would go insane if he didn't know what was going on with his fighter. Especially when he didn't know much about this world.
 There was something off here. Looking around the room a few times, he looked over Saito. The wound. Though he couldn't exactly see it, there was something off. He remembered one other kid that he had come to in the hospital that had used an excuse rather close to this one. Skating. Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back against the wall. "Alright? Yes, quiet. It is you that I worry about though. Bikes can be fun, but can bite if treated wrong." Another joke. He was glad he knew so many easy worded jokes. They came to him easily at times like this, when they were simple that was.
Memories flashed in his mind, bringing him back a few years ago. Unlike so many teachers here, they started when they were underage. The school was in dire need of ones who could teach this class, and though they were only eighteen and seventeen, the school hired them on. It took them a year to get used to everything, and to know what they were teaching before they had their own class. It was during that year they that student. They all went to the hospital that day, and the next found out the true reason from his sacrifice. Worried like crazy and knowing that these were the only teachers that could help, they saved the child from an abusive mom. Certain things with this situation now brought up red flags. He would need to talk to the fighter when he could. Just to make sure nothing was wrong.
As Saito left the room, his eyes when to Verikai. "Verikai. May I speak with you? It should only take a minute." Could this be another case just like the last? If so, he needed to know before it went too far. The other student, after they had rescued him, had to go to the Emergency Room, his condition that night was horrible. He would not have lived more than two nights after that incident if they had not intervened. He did not want to see another student go through that same problem.
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 6:14 pm
He couldn't help the bow that happened next.
Azreal was saying that he could attend the class, his Sacrifice's own taught class!
That, coupled with the knowledge that he might actually be able to work at this school, opened up a well of thanks that he had been holding back.
"Arigatou gozaimasu." the Fighter spoke, truly happy.
When he straightened up, he was smiling.
A rare thing... such a true smile.
"I would be more than honored for the chance to speak with the school's administrator."
For the chance to teach at Azreal's school... well, something inside of the Fighter was simply so happy at the notion that he forgot his feelings of nervousness completely.
Well... until his Sacrifice spoke of nervousness and feelings.
Yuujinchou frowned slightly, finding the ground quite interesting for a long moment before looking up into Azreal's eyes. "Then... it's normal?" he asked hesitantly. "It's normal to want to be with... around you?"
A quick change in wording nearly made him blush.
'With' and 'Around' were certainly two different things after all.
Yuujinchou's frown turned to a shy smile. "I suppose then... that would explain why I was worried when passing the hospital earlier... I just..." the young man stopped, obviously searching for the right words to say next.
But he was also, quite plainly, trying to reign in a sudden flood of emotions that he hadn't expected.
"Gomen... it's just..." blue eyes locked onto Azreal's gaze. "It's been a while since anyone wanted anything to do with me really... much less wanting to be a part of my life."
Sighing, he closed his eyes and shook his head. When that gaze returned however, Yuujinchou seemed less nervous than before.
"I would be honored, Azreal." the Fighter spoke with a soft smile. "Honored to get to know you, and to protect you."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:22 pm
When Fuki asked to see Saito along he looked down at the floor. He didn't like the idea but then again if Saito wanted he wasn't going to pin the man down. Helping him to his feet he placed the boy down on the floor and watched the boy walk out with Fuki. He nodded his head to the statements he looked towards the people he was left in the room with. Leaning back in the chair he looked towards the teacher as he spoke. He was surprised the man was still here.
Hearing the statement he frowned slightly. What was the deal with everyone wanting to talk? Verikai hated talking and that was all people wanted to do. Talk and talk. Frowning he folded his arms against his chest and looked towards the man "Ask....Make it fast." he stated with a smooth and harsh hiss in his voice. He didn't really feel like talking to anyone, but he didn't feel like staying here over night either. He walked towards the window as he rested his head against the glass. Closing his eyes he pictured himself fall. He inhaled slightly as he breath smoothly out his nose. Glancing towards the teacher he waited for the question. 
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:45 pm
--Relentless--
"Relentless to survive, Relentless to protect -- Relentless in life." Azreal felt himself smile along with the other. The feelings that were there before, those feelings of nervousness, even though they were slightly foggy due to the small connection they had now, they weren't there any more. That was a good thing. He didn't want the other being nervous.
If the other was willing to talk to the administrative office, that was good news. It meant that there was trust there, trust enough to be around the Sacrifice more. It was a good thing. Trust was something that Azreal was worried he would have to give time before it came between them. His Fighter was a good man, and a lucky man. Strong and truly Fearless. Azreal was glad to call this man his Fighter, his other half. It would take some more time, of course, before he knew if this was a true thing or if it was only momentary.
"Yes. It is quiet normal. Both pairs feel it, just depends on what level. For a Sacrifice, we often feel the need to be around our Fighter more, for we have that offered protection. For a Fighter, the feeling of needing to protect their Sacrifices is present. It all depends on the relationship between the two that determines how strong those feelings are." Again, he recalled a lesson in the book. Adding his own words to it, he was so very glad that he had memorized that book every year. It helped for times like this.
"Yes, that would also explain what you felt outside of the hospital. What I felt when we parted last night, as well." Azreal had to admit that. He was worried that while he was gone, that the other would do something or become overly confused. His smile did not lessen, nor did his eyes move from Jin's face. He was glad that Jin was his Fighter, his other half. Shaking his head slightly, Azreal kept his voice soft, "There is no need to be sorry. This is all new to you, so I understand. And it has been a long time since anyone besides my brother has been apart of my life as well." His brother, Rauko, that would be some trouble later on. Then again, once Rauko talks with Jin, the Relentless fighter will see exactly why Azreal wasn't afraid.
"And I would be honored, Jin, to get to know you as well and have you as my Fighter, the other half of my soul."" Azreal stated softly, his eyes warm just like his face. He was speaking the truth, and there was no why he could ever lie to this man. Not now, not ever.
Rauko trusted his pupil, which is why he didn't even read the message that was sent to him. There were only a few kids that Rauko trusted to do as he requested, and he had a feeling that this one would join in on the fight. Knowing his brother, the newly met team would also be joining the fight. The class and the two students within it would learn a lot during this fight. There was no doubt.
Looking over Verikai, he noticed the slight emotions passing over the other. Though they were not connected, they were both Fighters, and his eyes were trained to watch for any slight emotions. Walking to the same wall where Verikai looked out of, Rauko crossed his own arms. "I need you to tell the truth. I also need to you tell me something that your Sacrifice is not. What happened today? This situation falls extremely close to another that I was a part of, and I do not want Saito to go through what I seen a few years ago. As a Fighter who cares, please tell me what happened to your Sacrifice, to your other half." His voice was serious, his body language serious. He needed to know now, for the safety of this team. He would not, could not, allow another team to be hurt like that, especially one of his own students.
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 8:32 pm
(((Hai! Good luck with the internet problems. I sympathize... granted my problem is dial-up, but I still sympathize.)))
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 8:40 pm
{Yeah, it gets frustrating. Especially since we just changed services and we are again having problems. Different, of course, but it still sucks.
I like your avi, Nil. Very.. Halloweeny. XD}
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:04 pm
(((When my roommate and I moved to an apartment, it took us a month to get internet because of the new service. They kept sending up new wireless routers and they never worked so finally they had to send someone to the apartment and it turned out the guy in the apartment had wired the place to let outgoing calls through, but block all incoming calls... so after some re-wiring, we FINALLY had internet again. It was horrid!
Thanks for liking my avie! I felt it needed to be changed for the season, hehe.)))
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:07 pm
{Yeah, that is kinda what is going on now. Ours, however, the wires are so old they really don't allow good internet service, so after two people tried to fix it, we needed to switch to another service. At least we have internet.
Heh, same here, actually. A demonic entity, for me. What I wish I was going as this year. Just a common vamp, sadly.}
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:42 pm
'the other half of my soul.'
Something flashed in Yuujinchou's blue eyes.
Fear... a deep seated sadness... betrayal...
They were all things that the young man felt at those words.
Quickly, Yuujinchou looked away, turning his gaze to the full moon above and simply staring up into the sky.
~ ~ ~
'When you find your other half... he'll love it...'
Jin laughed softly, running his fingers down the mark of Fearless on his arm. He smiled, blue gaze looking up and over to catch his brother's expression.
'Why? It's weird really... a name carved on your arm...'
'But don't you feel it?' the older teen asked softly. 'Don't you feel something missing?'
Jin shook his head. 'Not really...'
'Aren't you lonely?'
He frowned. 'I've got you.'
'Not forever, Jin... I'm only a fleeting person in your life.'
'Niisan...'
~ ~ ~
"Arigatou..." Yuujinchou eventually spoke before looking back to Azreal again.
His blue gaze held warmth, unlike before.
He was mirroring his Sacrifice.
But before he spoke again, the young man smiled, "I do hope your brother doesn't find me annoying or intruding however." Jin replied, obviously teasing a bit. "He seemed a bit overprotective of you at the hospital. I thought he was going to split my head in two from across the room... to be honest."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 10:02 pm
--Relentless--
"Relentless to survive, Relentless to protect -- Relentless in life." Silence. Azreal gave it freely. He had seen something in those eyes of his Fighter, something that reminded him of his younger days. As he waited for Jin to come out of the haze he slipped into, Azreal watched the sky above.
==
'One day, my brother. We will be free of this prison forever. We will follow those stars far, far, away from here until we find happiness. What ever these mean, I will forever protect you. You are the only thing I live for, Azreal, and if anyone tries to harm you, I will be your shield. I will protect you from any and all harm till the day I die.'
'But, brother, how are we ever going to escape?'
'Simple, little one, tonight, when he passes out drunk, we will run. Run like we never have before.'
==
That was the night his life was forever changed. Running his fingers through his hair, he felt those missing ears. He felt when they disappeared that night, the blood that was his fathers the next second. His brother had promised him that he would forever protect him. There was one thing in this world that his brother could not protect him from: losing his ears to their own father.
A ice cold sensation ran down his spine, causing Azreal to rub one of his arms to heat himself up again. This was now, that was then. This was a new life, a better life. He was finally whole, and though he knew it would take a bit of adjusting, he was still safe. His brother was safe, and Jin was safe.
Closing his eyes, he let the smile return to his face. It was a true smile, letting nothing out besides pure happiness. His eyes always lied, that was the hardest thing, yet he knew Jin would never see his eyes when they fought. If he did, he would only see the mask he put on for the battle. Outside of it, his eyes were weaker than his face.
"Rauko.. It means demon where our Father was born.." Azreal stated, putting every ounce of hate he could into the single word 'father'. "My brother promised me that he would protect me, and he has. He has been a bit over-protective, ever since we left home. Once he truly meets you, I promise he won't harm you. And don't worry, he has that effect over everyone. Its his way of warning people not to try anything with me, yet I am a full grown man, and a Sacrifice. I can handle myself." He was unaware of the fact he was protecting his own brother in a sense. Family was family, especially when it was all you had.
"My brother and I .. We are our only family. He worries about me." Azreal added as he looked back up at the stars. "Do you have a family somewhere in this world?" Azreal wanted to know more about his Fighter. Leading the way to a bench, he looked around before sitting down. They might be here a while.
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 11:27 pm
Azreal might have been unaware that he was verbally shielding his brother.
But Jin wasn't.
The young man smiled. "Rauko was there for you, Azreal. He still is there for you. And he's going to continue being there for you." Yuujinchou's gaze was a tad sad, mainly because he was reflecting on how his own brother wasn't there for him. "I won't take that away from him. If Rauko wants to protect you, then he can... we both can." Jin's smile warmed. "No harm in both of us protecting you, is there?"
Without realizing it, Yuujinchou followed Azreal and took a seat on the opposite side of the bench. He was careful not to snag any of his robe on the metal and wood, before folding his hands in his lap.
But that question caused a slight shift in the young man's aura.
He had begun to feel a bit easier... but the slight nervousness returned.
Not only that... but something else.
Something Yuujinchou knew shouldn't be there... but was.
Fear.
"I..." he stopped, thinking about the question for a moment. "I was in my last year of Elementary school when my parents died in a climbing accident." Blue eyes were focused on the sleeves of his robe and the hands in his lap. "My... my brother and I lived alone."
There was a slight sigh from the man before he looked up at Azreal. "Now I live alone." Yuujinchou spoke, completely glossing over his brother aside from the comment. "My parents were the adventuring type and they were climbing in Tibet when an avalanche buried them. Their bodies weren't ever found." he shrugged, seemingly back to his usual self. "It's not so bad really... living alone. It's quiet... but I can protect myself and I've managed to do alright with my part-time job. School's paid for by a scholarship so I don't have to worry there either."
Yuujinchou smiled softly. "Family... can transcend blood really. Even given that though, I suppose I'm the only family I've got. You're lucky, Azreal. To have Rauko, I mean."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 11:53 pm
--Relentless--
"Relentless to survive, Relentless to protect -- Relentless in life." "Yes. Rauko was the only one there for me, until now. There is no harm in both of you protecting me, but I have a feeling that if.. When my brother's Sacrifice comes, he will have his hands full. Protecting two Sacrifices could become rather hard, yet, that is why we need him to trust you. He trusts people, but not when it comes to them around me." Azreal stated softly, chuckling slightly at the unintended joke that was hidden in there. Azreal was a light hearted man, so much like his brother. Their personalities were tested at times, but they always stated true.
Azreal's eyes looked over the other before looking at the ground, hands in his own lap. This was the exact bench. how strange. He was repeating that first night with how he was locating them. To the back, thick bushes were located. No person could go through them without either being one with nature, or being very tiny. One could see everywhere, all of the paths leading to and away from the bench. There was no place to hide, and no place to ambush. One would say that it was the Fighter's job to find such a place, but over the years Azreal had learned a few things from his brother, this being one of them.
Sensing emotions beyond the link was another. "I am sorry for your loss. I know what it feels like to lose parents. My mom.. and dad both died in a car accident when I was young. Grew up with just my brother. Protecting one's self is a good talent, especially for one like yourself. Not many Fighters learn how to truly fight until they knew what they are." A trained lie. His father died in a different way, his mother in the car accident. Father's drunkenness caused her death, as well as his own. His brother had taught him to say that one, to say his father died the same way their mother had. It was easier that way. No one needed to know what happened to them.
"Yes, I am lucky to have him. I have not once thought other wise. Though he can be a real pain at times, he still is my brother. Unlike yours, I take it." He didn't want to push any further, and it wasn't a question. By telling how Jin was acting, his past might have been as bad as Azreal's, or worse. He was missing his ears, and he didn't see any signs of a lover on him. There were a few possibilities, and Azreal wasn't guessing. He would only know when the other told him. Though it was a prime time for opening up to each other, it was still only the second day they had known each other. Even though it felt like he had known Jin all of his life.
--Fearless--
"To fear the name, is to fear life itself."
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 3:40 am
anime_wiccan_chick Kichi Mahiko †† sleepless †† 
Kichi was completely content in his dream, feeling the warmth as he hugged ururu. A few hours later, the warmth was replaced. Though it didn't create a nightmare, it was less than the pleasantness from before. Slowly, he woke up, checking the time. 1:17 a.m. that was pretty early. He realized that he was now clutching a pillow, the faint imprint from where Ururu was still visible. He curled up on the warm spot, but it just wasn't the same. He sighed quietly and lay there, clutching the pillow tightly. After all, Ururu would have carried him with him if he wanted Kichi to come. He supposed he couldn't be with Ururu every second, though he wanted to be. As he thought about this, he didn't realize that he was sliding off of the bed until he fell, letting out a yelp as he hit the floor. It didn't hurt, but it had surprised him.
((repost))
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 2:07 pm
((Does the school have a name??)) “Ring— ring—” the school’s secretary promptly picked up, “Administrative office, how may I help you?” she paused in question.
“Are you still accepting students?” Hisa’s mother queried hopefully. She and her husband had been frantically looking for schools that were still accepting students after Hisa had gotten expelled yesterday for beating up another 3rd year girl. So far, they had no luck.
“Yes, would you like to enroll a student?” the secretary asked.
At the woman’s words, Hisa’s mother felt relief wash over her. Hisa would still have a chance at graduating, at a better life than her biological mother. She responded rather earnestly, encouraged by the possibilities, “Yes, we have a daughter, age seventeen, who is going into her third year of high school,” she waited for the secretary to jot the information down.
“Name?” the woman commanded more than requested.
“Hisa Suzuki,” her mother replied.
“Okay, the required classes for graduation are: Algebra II, English II, and Government. You may add whatever electives you like,” the secretary stated.
“Hisa’s advanced in math and has already taken Algebra II and Pre-Calculus. Can she take Calculus instead?” Hisa’s mother inquired. As for electives she wasn’t sure what Hisa would be interested in since, her hobbies seemed only to be loud music and fighting. She hoped the school at least had one elective that would help Hisa to direct some of her aggression at something other than the unfortunate teacher or student who crossed her path.
“Yes,” the secretary answered, “as for electives?”
“Do you have Band?” her mother questioned, suddenly inspired.
“We do,” the woman responded.
“Hisa would love that!” Hisa’s mother exclaimed excitedly, “Um, what do you have for physical education?”
“Basketball, volleyball, baseball, soccer, football, track, swimming, tennis, and weight-training,” the secretary replied, “as well as, the generalized P.E. classes, although football is strictly for boys.”
“Oh,” her mother said, losing her enthusiasm, “football is probably the only sport that would have interested Hisa. She’s quite... aggressive,” she finished rather awkwardly.
“Well,” the secretary interjected cautiously after considering her comment, “we do have a specialized class that can involve fighting.”
“Fighting?” Hisa’s mother asked, her mood lightening, “Hisa would definitely go for that.”
“Then that class will be Hisa’s first period in the morning,” the secretary remarked, “Any other electives?”
“No, that’s all,” her mother answered, smiling, glad everything was working out so well. Hisa would have electives in both of the things she loved.
“I’ll e-mail you the paperwork.” the woman stated, “It should arrive by this evening.”
“My e-mail is: momo_chan09@yahoo.com,”Hisa’s mother replied warmly, “Thank you for all your help.”
“No problem,” the secretary assured her, “just send back the paperwork by tomorrow evening. Have a good day,” she finished and hung up. She left a note on Rauko’s and Azreal’s door stating that they’d have a new student, Hisa Suzuki, coming in the next morning.
—Relentless—
“Relentless to survive, Relentless to protect— Relentless in life.”
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