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⋮██ ❀`¹ FULL NAME: Song In Su ━
⋮██ ❀`² AGE: Twenty Three ━
⋮██ ❀`³ CREW: Epsilon ━
⋮██ ❀`⁴ POSITION: Rapper ━
⋮██ ❀`⁵ SEXUALITY: Pansexual ━
⋮██ ❀`⁶ FACE CLAIM: (Dae Hwan) ━



⋮██ In Su is very passionate and driven when it comes to rapping. He's always ready to throw down and gets fired up thinking about challenges. He's got a knack for rhyming and his flow is sick.

⋮██ During his younger years In Su was a soften spoken child who had a lot to say but didn't know how to go about expressing himself. Being the middle child he was often forgotten and left to his own devices.

⋮██ When he entered middle school In Su befriend some kids who were more artistic and vocal than he was. They showed him artist he now respects like Tiger JK, Outsider, and Sane. Since then he has been putting the thoughts he was too afraid to share into songs in hopes that he could finally be heard

⋮██ Unlike his older brother he didn't go onto college. In Su gave up on furthering his education so he could learn everything there is to know about music from composition to preforming. He debuted in the underground when he was 18. He is an original member of Epsilon and is slightly obsessive when it comes to the battle of the underground. He's sick and damn tired of always coming in second to those talentless kids in Kasper. In Su knows his crew has what it takes to win the title this year but he is apprehensive about the newest member to their crew. Hopefully he can keep his cool and not run off the newest member.

⋮██ He dabbles with dj-ing and mixing music for Epsilon. His style is similar to Knife Party, Zedd, and Feed Me. The songs can have a more chill vibe like Black Mill and Cry Wolf but usually he is very aggressive with his style. If the bass isn't making your ears bleed then it isn't loud enough.

⋮██ He originally dyed his hair blonde to annoy his older brother who is more old fashioned for only being twenty five years old. The two brothers have different ideals. In Su is more of a free spirit and his brother is the obedient elder son. Their younger sister hates it when the two fight because on occasion the two males have gotten into a fist fight. In Su isn't one to let people diss him before he snaps. Some days it takes a lot to anger him and others just the slightest thing can set him off. He means well but his passive aggressive nature tends to lead to conflict and confrontation.

⋮██ He's fiercely loyal to the lucky people who are able to call him their friend. In Su puts Epsilon before anything going on in his life and the members are like family to him.

[little-taeminnie]

FULL NAME ❀ ` ( Song In Su )
NICKNAME ❀ ` ( nickname )
GENDER ❀ ` ( M )
SEXUALITY ❀ ` ( pansexual )
AGE ❀ ` ( Twenty Three )
DOB ❀ ` ( 07.28.1990 )
BIRTHPLACE ❀ ` ( Busan, South Korea )
HEIGHT ❀ ` ( 172 )
WEIGHT ❀ ` ( 60 )
BLOOD TYPE ❀ ` ( O )

FACECLAIM ❀ ` ( Dae Hwan )
USERNAME ❀ ` ( little.taeminnie )


❀ ` Being in the underground In Su has to keep things fresh. He's good at coming up with rhymes on the fly and taking a sample from one artist and then adding some layers until he has his own sound. In Su is always using his imagination to reinvent the wheel.
❀ ` Being the middle child In Su always had to fight for attention. He's greedy when it comes to manipulating the time of those he holds dear. He's also greedy when it comes to sharing food.
❀ ` Passion is what drives In Su to practice long hours day after day. He's passionate when it comes to his craft and is always working on ways to perfect it.
❀ ` He may seem chill at first but if you insult his crew you'd better start running. In Su is a fire cracker and can be easy to set off.
❀ ` Ambition along with passion drives him to keep entering battle after battle.
❀ ` In Su is fluent in sarcasm. He uses it as a defense mechanism to protect himself from getting hurt by others words. Despite his nonchalant exterior deep down he's still that shy kid who's hoping to be heard.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx▲ imaginative ▼ greedy ▲ passionate ▼ aggressive ▲ ambitious ▼ sarcastic

[little-taeminnie]

position ☢ rapper━━ stage name ☢ stage name ━━ band/crew ☢ Epsilon

( ██████████ ) ━━☢ RAPPING
( ██████████ ) ━━☢ SINGING
( ██████████ ) ━━☢ DANCING
( ██████████ ) ━━☢ DJING
( ██████████ ) ━━☢ COMPOSING
❀ ` In Su entered the under ground scene at 18 years old. He gave up going to college to chase after his dreams.
❀ ` He was introduced to hip hop in middle school when a group of people he'd later consider friends were listening to hip hop and introduced him to some of the greats.
❀ ` He's close with the other original member of Epsilon. He knows of his rivals in Kasper but honestly could care a less about getting to know them personally.
❀ ` Right now all In Su cares about is dominating the competition and showing everyone once and for all who the greatest crew is.

[little-taeminnie]

❀ ` LIKES: rapping ♡ spicy food ♡ composing music ♡ fashion ♡ video games
❀ ` DISLIKES: men who disrespect women ✗ cruelty towards animals ✗ hypocrites ✗ ignorance ✗ burnt food
❀ ` FEARS: clowns ☠ total darkness



❀ ` The life of Song In Su isn't a glamorous tale full of action, adventure, and comedy. He's life's story would best be described as a struggle for acceptance and finding his place in this world. In Su is the middle child of three born to two young parents. When In Su was four years old and his baby sister was still in diapers their father walked out on them leaving his mother to raise three children by herself. Hyun Su, his older brother, began working at young age and stepped up to help their mother make ends meat. In Su was left to tend to his baby sister Mi Hi even when he was in elementary school. It was difficult balancing his school work with his family obligations which lead to the decline in his academics. In Su was bullied for having a lisp and often mispronouncing words due to it. During his elementary school life through his early middle school life he felt shunned and like an outsider. It was then in his second year of middle school that he met an outgoing group of kids who accepted him into their group. These people were the ones who introduced him to many of the rappers he still looks up to and respects to this day. They taught In Su that it was okay to be more vocal about how he felt. His best friend in the group, Myung Ki, bought him his first lyric book and told In Su to write down how he felt about everything and turn it into a rap. With Myung Ki's guidance In Su began learning more about hip hop and even about himself. After years of writing songs in his notebook and rapping to an invisible audience; In Su decided it was time to test his limits and at age 18 he joined the underground much to the disapproval of his older brother. During his time in the underground as a rookie the leader of a well-known crew called Epsilon recruited him to join his team. Training and practices were demanding but In Su was determined to prove himself worthy to the others. Due to the training schedule In Su had to move from his hometown of Busan to Seoul when he was recruited. His older brother was livid with him for "abandoning" the family like their "no good father" did all those years ago. Now five years later In Su has stepped up in the crew and is beginning to take on more responsibility. He wants to prove to not only himself but to the other crews that they have what it takes to win this battle. Second place in his book might as well be last. This year his goal is for Epsilon to win the battle and prove that it's their year, their time, and he'll do whatever it takes to win.

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”Thank you so much for allowing me to visit your home, I'm honored you would allow me to meet with your children for marriage.” The words spoken by the smaller male caused Emile to quirk a brow in question. Children, plural, as in more than one child? The golden manned male leaned forward in his plush chair to look down towards his father. Emile's eyes were narrowed and his tail began to swish behind the chair. His father was busy giving instructions to the staff about progressing into the dining room for dinner. Standing, Enzo rose to his feet, tucking his cloak in the fold of his arm, least he trip over it, before taking long elegant strides toward the lavished dining room. Emile waited as his mother followed, then Annalise, and finally the skeptical and reluctant Emile. As they walked in procession to the dining room the half-ling felt on edge and as if something or someone was staring at him. He glanced over his shoulder but there was no one there. Giving a small shrug to himself Emile entered the dining hall and took his usual seat. Sacha pulled out Emile's chair before giving him a playful wink. Sacha was Emile's personal valet and was responsible for making sure the "fox prince" looked presentable when his presence was requested. Often Sacha and Emile would roam the town from dusk till dawn if Lucian had not requested time with the prince. The valet was one of the kindest people living inside the stately castle and treated Emile with respect and love. It was reassuring knowing someone inside the fortified castle was on his side and didn't speak ill of him behind his back like many of the wait staff was known to do.

The dinner was oddly silent except when his father or sister attempted to converse with the foreign prince. Emile found himself often rolling his eyes or resisting the urge to gag anytime Annalise would make small talk with the prince. Sister could you be any more desperate? He thought, as he fought to keep what little dinner he'd managed to consume in his stomach. It was then that a most painful thing occurred; Emile was minding his business as he poked at his food when a sharp pain ran through his large ears. His hands clenched into a fist as his face contorted into a pained expression. Emile had to bite down on his lower lip to keep a stream of profanities and threats from escaping from his mouth. Instead one of Emile's balled up fists, which was resting in his lap, came up and slammed hard underneath the table. His silverware clattered loudly as his plate jumped, nearly spilling the contents into his lap. Enzo looked down from the head of the table toward the end where Emile was trying desperately not to reach over and strangle the idiot child sitting next to him. Once the fox prince was able to simmer down, he reached for a butter knife and clenched it tightly in his hands before turning to the child sitting next to him and pointing it at his abdomen. "You think it is amusing to pull on someone's ears? Would you think it funny if I carved this knife into your abdomen?" He hissed underneath his breath. The look in Emile's eyes was murderous and full of malice. "Just because you're a guest here doesn't mean I have to put up with being disrespected and harassed in my own home. Now if you haven't answered your own question yes those are real and so is the tail." Emile set the knife down and went back to trying to eat his meal in peace.

With a near catastrophe avoided; Enzo looked down the long table to his brooding son before clearing his throat. "Emile how about you entertain our guest with one of your compositions? If you will I'll even get the chamber orchestra to accompany you." Emile's eyes grew wide hearing that his father would consider getting the small orchestra together to preform one of his own compositions. A wide toothy grin appeared on his face as his ears perked up. It wasn't often that his father indulged his child's request to be allowed to boss the "professional musicians" around but honestly they weren't half as talented as Emile. For some odd reason the fox prince had always had a talent for playing musical instruments. During his younger years, the duo would sit outside and Emile would go on about all the sounds and music one can hear in nature. Enzo loved seeing how the boy would light up as he spoke about the thing he loved most. There was a music room in the castle filled with a wide array of instruments that on diplomatic business Enzo would collect for Emile as gifts to make up for his absence. Sometimes when the young prince disappears his valet would often hear enchanting music filling the air and would follow it to find Emile blissfully playing with his collection. Needless to say any invitation to play music was one that Emile was eager to accept. With a feverish nod of his head Emile set down his napkin and the ever attentive Sacha pulled back his young master's chair allowing him to stand to his feet. The smirk on his face was now a full blown smile as he couldn't contain his delight in being able to play with the chamber orchestra. Without so much as an "excuse me" or bow; Emile dashed out of the room leaving the others to catch up.

The flaxen haired male was busy ordering the servants to get the instruments needed for the impromptu concert as he went around grabbing the sheet music he'd prepared months ago for such an occasion as this. The male was a bundle of nerves and excitement as he bounced around the ballroom where he had a grand piano waiting for him. Emile kept poking his head out the door and wondering what was taking the others so long. How could anyone drag their feet at the chance to hear live music? Puffing his cheeks out; the fox prince left the door frame once more and went to sit at the piano. Now what could he play for his audience? Boring them wasn't an option so the music selection should begin with something loud that could possible startle them? Snickering, Emile knew just what song to play for his opening number and of course his papa would be please to see just how well he has mastered the piano.

Sacha bolted into the room and went to inform his charge that the family was about to arrive. The first person through the door naturally was his papa, then mama, then the ever so annoying Annalise; who was busily chatted off the poor foreign princes ear off, and then the poor prince. Emile cracked his knuckles, a bad habit he had, before setting his finger tips onto the smooth ivory keys. Taking a deep breath he waited impatiently till everyone was settled before beginning to play his first piece. The music began flowing from his finger tips and engulfing the room in the melody. Enzo's eyes widened hearing the tune and watching how skilfully his boy was playing. It had been a fair amount of time since Emile had showcased his talents and since the last time he'd dramatically improved. A proud smile graced the elder male's features as he sank into his seat and enjoyed the performance.

The mini concert lasted several hours but to Emile it only felt like mere minutes. The final song he ended with was a slightly sad song but it had this hauntingly beautiful quality to it. Once Emile finished playing Enzo stood up, still wearing his proud smirk, before looking over to the other prince and said "It's not often we're treated to such performances but Emile is quite the musician isn't he?" The king couldn't help but beam proudly. Emile on the other hand was a bit bashful having his dad praise him but more so about having someone outside of his kingdom and family hear him play. Enzo looked out the large glass windows and saw the sun setting; the elder male's eye brows furrowed together as a displease look fell upon his face. "This will not do! We can't send him home at such a late hour. By the time he would arrive if we did so it'd be early morning and a prince should not have to sleep in a stuffy carriage.I've got it! How about he stays here tonight?" Annalise looked quite happy at the idea of being able to spend more time with the other but Emile didn't share his sister's enthusiasm. "I'm sure the ride home couldn't take that long." He muttered underneath his breath. Enzo shot the boy a glare which sent shivers down his spine. "Actually Emmy it is quite the trip to get to Cressela Court." The golden blonde rolled his eyes in response. "Well he is Annalise's suitor so it is none of my business if he stays or leaves. If you need me I'll be out with Lucian." "Sacha go with Prince Emile and make sure he returns home at a reasonable hour." Enzo looked over to the young prince. "I'd say join them but Lucian is one of Emile's commoner friends not someone a prince should be associating himself with but as you can tell my boy is a bit stubborn. Please excuse his rudeness." Enzo bowed out of respect and almost as if to apologize.

One of the butlers was called for to tend to the foreign prince during his unexpected overnight visit. "Sir, if I may I shall show you to your room for the night. Sire which of the guest rooms shall we put him in?" Enzo gave a thoughtful look before looking to the young prince, "If you'd like I see no problem with you rooming with Emile. I'm sure it might be frightening staying in a foreign land on your own but having a companion to stay with you might ease those fears. Though if you'd wish to stay in one of our many guest rooms do as you see fit." A wicked grin was on the elder man's face as he spoke.

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"Now Remy you listen to your uncle and help him with the shoppe. Mama and I will only be gone for a few months. It'll all pass by quicker than the blink of an eye." Papa said before ruffling the young boys flaxen hair. Mama then leaned over and kissed both of his cheeks before giving him a kind smile, her eyes giving away how sad she was to part with her only child. "Tu vas me manquer." The petite woman said quietly as she had to put her hand over her mouth and try to fight back the tears that wanted to spill down her porcelain cheeks. Papa wrapped an arm around the slender woman's frame before leading her away from their babe. Remy stood at the terminal with his bags a sorrowful expression falling upon his features watching his parents leave. Today was the beginning of an adventure, a new chapter in the life of the sheltered French boy. Remy was setting out to live with his uncle in Japan. How his dear uncle arrived in Japan was a mystery to most of the family but then again uncle (name) was the black sheep of the Persian family.

After a nerve wracking flight; Remy stepped off the air plane and into the foreign land. The petite blonde rolled his luggage behind him as he made his way to where his quirky uncle was to pick him up. It had been several years since the boy had seen his estranged uncle so he found it odd that the elder man was willing to take him into his home. Would he even be able to recognize the other? As he kept walking Remy began to think over an earlier conversation with his papa in which it was stated that Remy would be attending school in Japan. This still baffled the French boy seeing as he didn't know a bit of Japanese but papa told him he'd catch on quick. It was unnerving to think he'd have to try and essentially start over in a new country and befriend people who didn't speak his language. How would he be able to follow along with his lessons? Remy was a timid soul and feared having to ask for a tutors help or ask questions in class. The male let out a heavy sigh as he came to a stop in the middle of a large room which was filled with the sights, smells, and sounds of his new home. Remy was overwhelmed by all of it and started to turn back towards where he came when a hand grabbed hold of his shoulder. "And where do you think you're going?" An voice called out to him before another hand planted itself on his other shoulder and they began to turn the frightened boy around. "There we are!" A toothy grin was upon the face of an aging man who shared the same kind eyes as his mama. "U---Uncle?" A hearty chuckle escaped from the elder male before he pulled his nephew into a hug. "You've certainly grown up well Remy." He said before pulling away and taking a good look over him. "I'm sure you've got many admirers, yes?" Remy's face turned bright pink and he gave a small shrug. With that awkwardness out of the way; Remy tagged along with his uncle as they made their way out of the busy air port and into the city.

- - - - Le Skip

The day of his arrival was full of getting accustomed to living with his peculiar uncle, getting a feel for his new home, and getting some well deserved rest after settling in. The next morning uncle (name) allowed the boy to sleep in a few minutes late, what could it hurt? Remy woke up to the smell of ham and cheese croissants, espresso, and sweet rolls. All the smells reminded him of home which caused a pain in his chest. The petite male tossed the covers off his bed and proceeded to go downstairs where he found his uncle with plates stacked with delicious food. A small smile crept onto Remy's face as he sat down at the rustic kitchen table. "Bonjour~"He happily chirped. His uncle set the food on the table before dishing up a heaping plate full of goodies to his nephew. "Eat up boy you've got a busy day ahead of you!" He said with a smile. For the older man it was nice having his nephew staying with him it felt like he was home again. The two dug into their breakfasts before parting ways. "Your bus stop is close by and the stop for your school is stop number three. Just pay close attention to the signs and you'll be fine!" He called out before sending Remy on his way.

Remy walked down the street in the direction his uncle had told him to go and enjoyed looking around at the busy city life. It was a far cry from the relaxed streets of his hometown where people took leisurely strolls and sat outside of cafes to people watch. Oh how his heart was yearning for home. As he walked Remy accidentally walked right past his stop when he saw the towering skyscrapers of the city and herds of people walking around. This was all so much to take in! As the people walked past several shoved into him and nearly sent the poor foreigner sprawling to the ground. In the jostle and confusion; Remy was completely disheveled and swept up in one of the many waves of people that walked past. "Pardon me!" He feebly called out to one of the suit clad men walking along side him. The man looked confused hearing the boys unusual accent and kept briskly walking. Sighing, Remy kept following the crowd till he found himself in between several large skyscrapers which had a pretty little park separating the buildings from one another. With a sigh Remy made his way to one of the benches and sat down. He was hopelessly lost so he figured it would be best to take a rest and try to remember which way he had come from.

After sitting in the park for several hours feeding the birds, taking in the sights and sounds, and even people watching; Remy stood to his feet and began the long trek home. On his way home he seemed to have gotten confused once more and was staring intently at one of the signs as he tried to decipher it. "Quelle pagaille!"The frustrated teen exclaimed. It was then that a faint voice caught his attention. Turning, Remy was now face to face with an green eyed stranger. Remy gave a nod, unsure of what exactly he was agreeing to, before trying to explain his situation. "Um I--I'm lost. My oncle . I cannot find ze maison of me oncle. It cannot be zat far from here." He said in his very broken English. A look of desperation and fear were becoming more noticeable on his face.

[little-taeminnie]

"Alright. I can help you. I have a buddy that lives not too far from here." The gentleman said but for some reason Remy wasn't able to make out most of what he said. The only phrase he could make out was I can help you. "Y--You..help me?" The frightened boy managed to pipe up. The other said something in very basic French which confirmed that he was indeed able to assist Remy in finding his way home. A look of relief swept over his face as he gave a nod of understanding. color=#]"Merci beaucoup monsieur!" A very thankful Remy exclaimed, his blue eyes wide with hope. The other gent smiled as he wrapped his right hand around Remy's wrist. Blue orbs glanced down to the others' hand which was wrapped firmly around his wrist as the duo began their walk. All the while Remy couldn't help but wonder if he'd made a mistake by agreeing to go with this stranger though he seemed nice enough. Maybe it was a trap? Wasn't this how many kidnappers would lure their victims into undisclosed locations where they'd be taken advantage of and killed? The petite male's heart began to pound loudly inside his chest as they kept walking. His anxiety was nearly through the roof when the elder of the pair stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to face him. Remy grew stiff and ridged when their eyes met, was this the end? Would he be killed right here in the open like this? The boy was a bundle of nerves and apprehensive till the stranger spoke up. "You're Remy! RIGHT?" His eyes widened with fear. How did this stranger know his name. He gave a small nod in response to the question. "Oui. I--I am he. I mean I am Remy." The terrified boy pipped up. Maybe I should not have said that!? Oh goodness I'm setting myself up to get killed aren't I? What happened next stunned and surprised Remy. "Why are you out here all alone? Why isn't Ancel with you? I can't believe I ran into you and I'm going to see him and oh wow. I'm Makoto. I'm a very close friend to of your Uncle's." The gentleman stuck his hand out in an attempt to shake. Arching a curious brow; a reluctant Remy cautiously placed his own hand in the others, which was then gripped tightly before being vigorously shook up and down. This monsieur has a strong grip. Remy thought as he felt as if his arm were about to be shaken off. The flaxen haired male was about to open his mouth to ask just how this man knew his uncle but the other re gripped his wrist before nearly dragging him in his excitement back to his uncle's deli.

"Here. This is the place yes?" The other grinned, letting go of Remy's wrist as he opened the door. "You first." He offered and then followed him inside. "Ancel!" Makoto shouted as the older gentleman waved from the back. "Look who I found!" He placed a hand on Remy's shoulder. "Why on Earth would you allow such a handsome young man to be roaming around in the streets by himself?! Luckily, he ran into me and not some creeper!" Ancel's eyes practically bugged out of his head hearing that his little nephew was roaming the streets by himself. The older gentleman quickly made his way into the main dining area of the deli to where Makoto and Remy were in Remy's opinion, awkwardly standing. Ancel knelt down to get eye level with the little blonde before giving him an apologetic smile. "What happened to you?" He asked in his native language. "I thought I gave you good directions how to make it to school, no?" A concerned expression was now appearing on the old man's face as his nephew began to speak. "Oncle how do you expect me to follow the signs when I can't even read them?" He said, a frown appearing on his face. Ancel let out a nervous chuckle. "Ah forgive me Remy I forgot you're fresh off the plane. So if you didn't go to school then what kept you so long?" The other asked. Remy let out a sigh before informing the other about getting bumped around in a sea of people clad in business attire, ending up in front of what appeared to be a office park, and taking a short rest to feed the pigeons before trying to remember how to get back. "I bumped into this monsieur here and he helped me back." He said in his broken English so the other would feel less excluded. "I was lucky to have or else I might not be er'." Remy looked over to the gent named Makoto and gave an appreciative nod of his head. Ancel let out a hearty chuckle before standing up and ruffling Remy's hair and giving Makoto a rough pat on the shoulder. "How about we celebrate the safe return of my nephew with a round of drinks on me?!" His signature toothy grin spread across his face once more before Ancel walked off towards the bar. Makoto seemed to take his uncle up on that offer as he headed towards the bar and took a seat. Remy quickly followed the two not wanting to somehow get lost again. He climbed onto the bar stool next to Makoto. Ancel poured Makoto his usual drink and poured Remy a drink the boy was used to drinking at home. Makoto seemed surprised that Ancel was allowing his nephew to drink. "Ah mon ami it's no problem if the boy drinks. Back home he'd been drinking since he was old enough to reach the bar." He let out a hearty chuckle. Remy had an embarrassed expression painted on his face. "Oui. That's ze biggest difference between home and other countries zat put heavy restrictions on drinking. We don't have zat many teens getting into automobile accidents or how you might say...binge drinking? Since we allow our people to drink wine with meals and family to begin with." Remy managed to explain with his heavy accent. Ancel nodded his head in agreement. "The boys right. It's just how different cultures work." He looked over to his nephew before sighing. "Having him here makes me almost miss home." His gaze drifted back off to Makoto before he leaned in and whispered. "Won't he be surprised tomorrow." Ancel snickered.

[little-taeminnie]

"Well you can't go off leaving now that Remy's here! What would I do with my spare time anyways? You'd have to pack me up and take me with you Ancel!" Ancel laughed at the word of his younger friend. "I'm not exactly sure you'd fit in a suit case. When I came to this country I had a small rucksack, a little bit of money, and my dream of opening up my own restaurant." Remy tilted his head to the side hearing bits of how Ancel got to this strange new country. "Oncle how did you get er' anyways? Mama never spoke about why you went away." Ancel's gaze lowered to the mahogany bar as memories of why he left rushed through his mind. In all honesty Ancel hadn't even told his own baby sister why he'd left home; he only gave her a promise that one day he'd return a successful entrepreneur and restauranteur. The greying man let out a sigh. "Things back home well they weren't going good for me at the time. You remember Laci, right? Well I was finally going to get up the nerve to ask her to marry me when I found out she was seeing another." Remy's eyes widened before a frown appeared on his face. "It was devastating and I felt like I'd never be able to love again. All I could think about was running away where I could never have to face her or that new beau of her's again. Then while I was still feeling sorry for myself; I fell in love with something new, no not a woman but food. So I took up cooking lessons, which I kept a secret from your mother because honestly could you have ever seen your oncle being a chef? I look too much like a woodsman not a fancy chef." Remy put his hand over his mouth and stifled back his laughter. "Any ways, so I decided that since France had enough French restaurants and delis that I'd take my cuisine else where and start up an successful chain restaurant and become internationally recognized. Well you see how well that worked out for your uncle, no?" He said shaking his head at himself. Remy looked down into his half empty glass before letting out a small sigh. "I--I don't think mama would have been disappointed if you came home without the prestige. She'd just be happy to have her brother home. Every Christmas mama often would tell stories about Christmases you two shared growing up. She misses you terribly. M---Maybe you could at least come home and visit for the holidays?" A hopeful look filled his cerulean blue eyes. Ancel gave a thoughtful smile before ruffling the boy's hair. "Alright I'll do that." He said quietly.

"Well boys, I need to be off. I have to get home to do a few things for work, but it has been a pleasure. Remy," Hearing his name the youngest of the group turned to face the other and gave a kind smile, his cerulean eyes illuminating with the smile. Once more he wasn't sure what the kind stranger said until he did a rough translation of what he said for him. "L--likewise." The boy said in response. "Thank you again for assisting me." Wow did he sound like a dictionary just then. Thanks for assisting me? Who even says that? Remy fought back a groan at his own inability to converse like he normally would if people her just spoke his language."Thanks Ancel! And don't let him go off by himself anymore. If that happens, I'll just have to be his escort everywhere." Anel once more let out a hearty laugh. "Maybe I should take you up on that offer till the boys got his barrings straight!" His gem stone eyes looked over to the confused looking youth who was attempting to decipher their code. The older gent couldn't help but snicker and once more ruffle the boys hair. "You're too cute. I'm sure those girls at school will eat you up." Ancel mutter in Japanese not wanting to worry poor Remy about his first day of school. Both males waved as Makoto left, Remy wearing his puzzled expression and Ancel wearing his toothy grin.

Day 2

It was an early start for the young Parisian; he once more awoke to the wonderful aromas of food from his homeland which Ancel knew full well would easily awaken the boy from his slumber. Footsteps could be heard treading down the stairs as a sleepy Remy groggily made his way into the large kitchen. Taking a seat at the rustic table; the boy let out a loud yawn before resting his head on the table. "Oncel it is too early to be up. I don't even hear ze birds singing." Ancel laughed before sticking a plate full of pastries and breakfast meats in front of his nephew. "You're in a city bigger than the one you grew up in so some days you might not hear them." The little blonde frowned. "How sad." He muttered as he sat up then gave thanks before digging into his breakfast. "Today I'll make sure you actually get to school." Ancel said before taking a sip of his espresso. A light blush spread rapidly across Remy's face. "S---sorry about that." He muttered. Ancel dismissed it as a rookie mistake and said he'd be fluent by the time he left for home.

The two piled onto Ancel's scooter which had a side compartment for a second or third passenger. The older man handed his nephew a helmet before he revved the engine. The ride to school was quite a rush as his uncle wasn't the safest driver around and almost took out a few pedestrians with his "short cut", but miraculously Remy made it to school with only a few minutes to spare. Ancel handed him his schedule and told him the room number for his first class, since the poor boy still couldn't read Japanese, then waved him off before departing himself.

Remy scurried down the halls until he found the room his uncle had specified. He carefully ducked in the class room, trying not to make too much of a scene, and went to hide near the back of the room. As he quietly made his way back; other students began to whisper about the blonde who seriously looked out of place among his new peers. He sank into a free desk and put his text book up in front of his face more like blinders to shield himself from having to see all of the raven haired children gawking at him curiously. Thankfully the teacher got the classes attention and with that his first day in a foreign school began.

His first period class was unusual for several reasons: first off because the entire class was in Japanese, secondly he still felt beady little eyes on him, and finally something about the instructors' voice sounded familiar. Remy poked his head up from behind his book and was stunned and boarder line horrified to see that his homeroom teacher was in fact Makoto. Blue eyes widened before he quickly ducked behind his text book shield once more. How could this be! Why hadn't Makoto or Ancel said that he would be his teacher. Talk about awkward! The rest of his homeroom period went by painfully slow. Remy just wished the day was already over and he was hiding out in his room.

Once the bell rang, Remy quickly stood up and gathered what few things he'd brought with him to class before making his way towards the door. He kept silently praying that Makoto wouldn't stop him and say something like, "Surprise!" or something ridiculous like that. He didn't want his new classmates knowing he knew the teacher outside of school that could cause rumors and the poor foreign boy didn't want to be the source of any more speculation and entertainment for his classmates.

In the next class everything official went to hell. Remy was sitting in a music class with a very condescending and rude teacher who assumed that none of the students were educated at all in music. Just the way the other spoke really offended Remy to the point the boy stood up and said, "I have never been so offended in my life. Monsieur I do not know if any of my classmates are educated in the classics but how dare you presume we all are ignorant." With that the French boy got up and took a seat in front of the piano. His teacher was shocked when he put his fingers to the keys and began to play Chopin's Etude Op. 10 No. 12 Revolutionary without sheet music. Everyone in the classroom fell silent as the boy played. The teacher, who was impressed yet highly offended as well, stormed out of the classroom and down the hallway. Remy was applauded by his peers for telling off the teacher but that's not what the boy wanted. He stood up from the piano, nearly knocking the bench over, and tried to follow after the teacher but instead he nearly crashed into Makoto. He looked scared when two sets of footsteps pounded down the hallway. The music teacher was walking a few steps behind the principal. "Mr. Bellerose." The grey headed woman began, "What were you doing disrupting class and insulting a teacher?" Remy frantically shook his head no and looked over to Makoto for assistance. "I did no mean zat! The instructor c--called us all ignorant s---so I showed that I wa not. I've never been so offended in my life!" The little French boy exclaimed.

[little-taeminnie]

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[little-taeminnie]

"Excuse me. Remy is a transfer student from France. He's really unfamiliar with the culture and the language Mrs. Yuki. Keato is always upset. If you don't mind, I ask permission to tutor Remy in all of his studies and to help him with his other classes. He can come and meet me before school, lunch, after etc. I'll make sure that he will be fine." Remy just stood there silently not understanding a single word exchanged between the adults. All he knew was he had accidentally upset a teacher who had offended him and now the principal was involved. Thankfully someone was there who knew about his predicament and seemed to be on his side. Cerulean orbs drifted down to the floor where he intently focused on one tile of the floor. His heart was racing inside his chest as his nerves began to eat him up. Already on the first day of school and he was in trouble. Mama, Papa and Uncle Ancel would be so disappointed if he got a detention or worse expelled on his first day. Remy pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and began to nervously chew on it. This conversation seemed to be dragging out for ages and the poor boy was trying to keep his nerves in check. Soon he heard his name and looked up to see Makoto looking in his direction. Tilting his head to the side; the flaxen haired male gave the other a curious look, "Oui?" He said in a perplexed tone."Remy. I am going to dismiss you from your class. . . you're going to come with me for the rest of the period and I will tutor you. Understand?" The other managed to convey to the best of his abilities in the boy's native language. Remy gave a nod to show he understood before hiding behind Makoto as the other calmed down his class. He could see his fellow students observing him cowering behind the young handsome teacher and several began muttering to themselves as they shot Remy curious looks as if trying to figure out the puzzle.

As Remy followed Makoto back towards his homeroom the other male spoke, "Remy, I'm going to tutor you from now on. I'll make a plan for us to meet everyday, several times a day for us to work together on your English and Japanese. I'll call Ancel later and then I probably will come by everyday after school." His dark orbs trailed over to the other male. "You will have to call me sensei from now on." This was all a lot for the confused teen to process. First he nearly got into trouble and now it felt as if he was in trouble having to meet up with the teacher several times a day. Only two days in this strange new country and Remy was desperately longing to go home.

Once, Remy was in the room, Makoto quickly closed the door and took a seat at his desk. The young teacher peered over from his desk before motioning for Remy to pull up a chair and sit beside him. "I have a few basic English books right here. We will start there and then later we can go get you some books from the store that will be in French for you to learn Japanese." He exclaimed as he pulled two thick books out from his desk and placed them before him. Remy stared at the books with an unamused look upon his face. "Are you okay? Don't worry too much about Keato. He's about to retire soon and he is old. You probably impressed him and he go upset over it. It's no big deal." He grinned sweetly, almost invitingly. Cerulean orbs rolled before an indignant huff escaped his lips. "That old man needs to get over himself, seriously." He said in French. "I've never been so insulted in my life. I was raised and taught classical music. I can play violin, piano, cello, harp, accordion, mandolin and that sir had the nerve to assume that we were all ignorant talentless punks." The blonde folded his arms across his chest as his features turned grim. "I wish I were back home." He muttered.

Makoto seemed to try his best to ignore Remy's last comment as the other opened up on of the large books sitting in front of them and motioned for Remy to look at the page. All of it looked like complete gibberish to the flaxen haired teen. He tried to listen as Makoto began the lesson but his mind was elsewhere. The offending words of the teacher were still buzzing loudly inside his head as his temper was starting to grow. Back home his teachers were actually professional and weren't run by their emotions so easily. His first piano teacher was actually a very sweet old woman unlike this bitter old man who was going to be his teacher. A tap on his shoulder pulled the annoyed teen from his thoughts. He muttered an apology before trying to refocus his attention back onto his lesson. Scooting over; Remy was practically leaning against the other as he squinted his blue orbs to get a better look at the foreign words he had to learn. This all felt so futile.

Time slowly marched on as he was being educated in not one but two foreign languages. Makoto asked him several times to repeat after him so he could make sure his pronunciation was correct and he wasn't accidentally saying a swear. Remy was growing a bit frustrated towards the end of the lesson; his accent was causing him to butcher many words and each time he was told to try again his frustration kept growing. "Monsieur I think zat ze bell rang." He said, hearing the bell ring as it dismissed students from their classes. "Pardon me but um is it lunch time yet?" He asked, Remy's stomach let out a growl which caused the poor thing to tightly wrap his arms around his stomach. "E---Excuse me." He said, face heating up with a crimson blush. The teacher pulled out Remy's schedule, using it as a teaching guide, and pointed out the word for lunch. Apparently it was time for lunch and with that a very hungry Remy stood, bowed (as he was instructed to do), and darted out of the room and towards the cafeteria.

Things at lunch went from bad to worse. Nobody wanted to sit next to the foreign student so Remy was left to sit alone. As if being isolated wasn't bad enough; the food that the cafeteria served looked and smelled funny to the Persian. This wasn't the kind of food he was used to and it only made him miss home even more. Remy slid his plate away from himself before folding his arms and resting his head in them. All he wanted to do was skip the remainder of his classes and hide out at his uncle's house. As he was wallowing in his misery, a tap on his shoulder nearly started him right off the bench. Looking up Remy met eyes with Makoto once more. The young teacher had his lunch box and asked Remy if he'd like to join him for lunch. The blonde felt the eyes of the cafeteria on him which caused him to recoil into himself some and break eye contact with the teacher. "I---Is there s---somewhere zat we could get away from all ze others?" He asked. Makoto gave a nod of his head before giving a kind smile. Remy stood up and followed the other out of the cafeteria, through the hallways, and up a few flights of stairs until the were on the roof of the school. Remy's eyes grew wide as he reached out and latched his arms around one of Makoto's. "S---Sensei a---are you sure zat this is safe?" His voice squeaked as his fear of heights hit him like a freight train. Remy stuck close to the other as he lead them to a spot with a beautiful view of the city. Very cautiously the scared boy took a seat and allowed himself to look at the scenery. "I---It is beautiful." He muttered quietly.