◦◞ █ ❛R-RAGS! & ↷ RICHES』⋮ full.

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  Waking up in the morning isn't one of the hardest things in the world. At least not for Daiki Ueno.
  
  Before sun even rose, Daiki was up. Before the sky even lightened, Daiki was up. Before the moon even disappeared, Daiki was up. And
  even when his half of the world was covered in darkness, that damn boy was up. The insomniac did not sleep a single wink last night. He
  had spent the whole night staring at the ceiling, wandering down the empty halls of his quiet house, constantly opening and drinking new
  cartons of chocolate milk, and reading a random article about poverty and the poor. He thought he might as well since he couldn't sleep
  and would start attending Mazushi anyway. It'd be good for him to gain some knowledge of the part of life he would soon get a taste of.
  Before he knew it, hours had already past and finally the rest of his side of the world began to awake.
  
  By the time the sun's rays started peeking through the thin curtains of Daiki's room, the boy was already standing in front of his mirror,
  adjusting his tie. His glasses were off and his hair was still damp, and although he rarely sleeps, there were still no bags under his
  deep brown eyes. He then grabbed onto the blazer waiting patiently to be worn on his neat bed and fit it onto himself quite gracefully.
  With a small towel, the boy dried his odd yet natural olive-colored hair and let it fall to wherever it wanted. Finally, he took one last look
  in the mirror, making sure there was not a single thing that needed adjusting, before adding the finishing touch: his glasses... which, by
  the way, seemed to be missing. Daiki didn't freak, however. He behaved as if it was normal or as if he didn't even need them. That, of
  course, was just an illusion as he lightly stubbed his toe at the corner of his desk.
  
  "Agh!" He sucked at his teeth as he kneeled down to massage his poor toe. "Where are they... ? Daiki looked up and tried searching
  his whole room with the blind eyes he had. Just then a quiet "purr" appeared right behind him. The green-haired boy turned gently to see
  his orange American Shorthaired cat cuddling with glasses. A small, almost inaudible, chuckle slipped through his mouth. "Haru... I need
  those." He pet the little thing tenderly and slowly took his glasses. As he stood back up, he wiped the lenses with his sleeves, trying
  to clean them. The exact moment he put them on, there was a knock on his door. "Daiki, you up?" It was his brother, Katsu. The green-
  haired boy glanced at the door, responding not with a verbal answer, but with a simple sigh. He then looked away and at Haru who began
  to rub against his leg, purring. Daiki knelt down again and pet his cat one last time. "Be good today, alright, Haru?" He left the cat
  meowing and hopping on to his bed only to get comfy and fall to sleep.
  
  As Daiki made his way to the kitchen, the sweet, sweet aroma of pancakes hit him smack in the face. It absolutely disgusted him. He
  hated sweet things. "THE PANCAKES ARE REALLY GOOD, DAIKI!" His brother screamed. Daiki just shook his head at his brother's
  voice. Once he entered the sweet-filled room, he saw Katsu already devouring a small stack of pancakes. Immediately, Daiki paused and
  covered his nose. "I'll pass." He went straight passed the table and towards the fridge where a bunch of cartons of his favorite drink was
  stored. He grabbed a carton of chocolate milk and headed towards the limo right afterwards without saying a single word to anyone else.
  Not even a goodbye to so-called mother who he made perfectly clear eye-contact with as she made her way down the stairs. Once he
  took a seat inside the limo, he promptly opened the carton and started drinking it slowly, savoring its deliciousness. By the time he
  finished the thing, Katsu hopped right in and the limo took off towards Mazushi.
  
  "Daiki... can you believe that we're going to such a bad school? I bet everyone is in a gang or something."
  Daiki looked at Katsu and stared at him for his judgment. "Well, you're quite perceptive this morning." He told sarcastically.
  
  He looked away and out the window to see the poor school that they would soon be attending. Despite his response to Katsu, Daiki
  didn't completely shoo his opinion with sarcasm. In fact, he almost agreed with him. "It does seem like a bad school though. But at least
  I won't have to deal with too many spoiled brats anymore." Finally, the limo stopped and the two brothers walked out into the sunlight.
  Promptly, boy slipped his hands in to his pockets and just let Katsu say what he wanted as they stood in front of the Mazushi for the first
  time. He observed the school and its commonly dressed students carefully. "... then again, they might turn out to be brats as well." Once
  they began walking around the campus, Daiki right behind Katsu, many eyes followed them. Daiki just stared straight ahead with an
  expressionless face, completely ignoring the glances they received, up until Katsu found his friends.
  
  Daiki rolled his eyes at this point and broke away from Katsu, only to walk a few steps away from them and witness a collision between
  a strange girl on rollerblades and a familiar face, Ren Yamada. Not much of a friend, but not quite a stranger either. Just then a pair of
  other students offering a hand and the rollerbladed girl began to apologize and help as well. At this sight, Daiki tilted his head just slightly.
  "Hm... if Mazushi's already hell for Yamada-san, it'll definitely be hell for me." The olive-haired boy shook his head in disappointment.
  


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At Mazushi HighxxxxWas with Katsu; Now near Ren, Tera, Hitomi, and MayxxxxFeeling annoyed and disappointed

[nap of kings v2]

tab Mazushi High tab tab Devil-may-care tab tab Sakura
　




The house was actually quiet for once as Yamato squirmed under his sheets, squinting at the little ray of light that had slapped across his eyes. 'Complete silence, eh? I guess miracles do hap-'

"Get up, cowboy! Gotta catch the train before you miss it!"

Correction. "I'm a delinquent. And I don't need the train--I have my motorcycle."

"Yeah yeah, no one cares. Oh, I'm borrowing your motorcycle this morning. Gotta start prepping for our next dinner with the Amekawa's!"

Yamato groaned in sheer displeasure, stumbling drowsily into his bathroom with a slam of the door as he brushed his teeth, eyeing himself in the mirror afterwards with a smirk. He ran a hand through his hair a few times, working the spikes up on one side before nudging his bangs over his right eye into place. He peeked out the bathroom window, taking note that the light in his neighbor's window was not on. He and the cute girl living next door, Sakuno was it, had yet to walk to school together. No worries, because if not the morning, he'd be sure to taint her at their next dinner. He'd kept his behavior in check the first few times to make an impression on her parents, but this time he wanted to have a little fun with her. After all, first years were cute when they blushed.

Opening the door, he jumped to the side in surprise to see his father leaning on the doorframe. 'He's too clingy now..' He thought to himself, paying the man no mind as grabbed his track jacket and headed downstairs. 'To think before his booze was his only care.'

"Ah, why in such a rush?" He asked with a hefty chuckle, Yamato rolling his eyes in response as he started to make coffee for himself. "Look, you know my car was stolen recently! You have to let me borrow your motorcycle sometimes. You've got sense--how other way am I gonna get food into this house because you sure as hell aren't going to do it!" The man was really pushing his buttons this morning. If it was any other day he'd allow it with protest still but at the minimum--he needed it today.

"I'M TAKING THE BIKE TO SCHOOL!" The raven-haired boy snapped, refusing to give the purpose or else he'd have to hear a string of irritating laughter rising and falling in his ear. His father eyed him as if he was some kind of punk. Well, he was, but he didn't need his father giving him that look when he got it enough at school--but he liked it that way. Drinking the remnants of coffee remaining in his mug, he set it down in the sink and grabbed his bag. He didn't need breakfast when he could just steal it from someone in the hallway. It would save having to make anything. Carrying his bag over his shoulder, he brushed by his father who was still glaring at him, though a slight pout was present now. Maybe he'd like the walk. The man needed to lose a bit of weight anyway.

"Ittekimasu."

His father let out a 'tch', waving the boy off as he headed back upstairs with a half-hearted, "Itterasshai." Yamato hummed to himself in amusement as he hopped onto his red motorcycle. It would've been the whole package if he was wearing his usual attire, but sadly he had to wear the dumb uniform required by Mazushi. Taking in the fumes of the bike as it revved into life, he took off down the road. The perfect first impression for those assholes of Yutaka was set. He'd saved up and strolen a hell of a lot of money to buy the beautiful ride and finally he'd get to flaunt it to new eyes. No doubt they'd pretend to hate it. But it would excite the girls inside and cause' the boys to stiffen with envy. Ah yes, he'd rule them with an iron fist..



TIMESKIP



The school came into view as he skidded the motorcycle to a stop in front of its gates. He parked it casually, pretending not to hear the muttering and whispering he'd aroused by both Mazushi and Yutaka students. He merely just wanted their eyes to take it in, meaning their opinions meant jack s**t to him. He just hoped they'd be flattered that he thought of them this morning. Not thoughts weren't exactly sugar-coated but what did that matter? Just being insulted by him should be gratefully accept by the Yutakas because insulting wasn't all he had under his sleeve.

The boy walked slowly to the front doors, his eyes lavender eyes glazing over the white uniforms with a bored look before they suddenly stopped on none other than the famous Saiyoko. She was a superstar in the eyes of many, including Yamato's. But it was much too crowded around her to make his mark this time around, so he continued on. Maybe later he'd be bold and ask her to autograph his lips with a kiss. She looked much too innocent though to accept that. The girl was a surprising one though from what he'd heard, which was kept him curious about her besides the perfectly sculpted features that drew him in. It was then that Yamato passed by a few guys on the track team who greeted him, some of the few that were on Yamato's safe list. "Morning, Captain!"

"When the new Yutaka assholes join the team, show them no mercy," He replied simply, not even a smile crossing his features as he passed by them. Perhaps it was on their schedule already to trash the rich kids, but he wanted to make it clear that he wanted it to happen. Maybe even a fist fight could occur--he wouldn't mind watching. Generally, he didn't like to engage in physical fighting unless someone else threw the first punch. He couldn't let his reputation go down the drain, being the guy who didn't fight back. Especially with campus being so packed now, he needed to secure his spot in the school. There was no way in hell he'd allow a Yutaka to take it. It was his last year though and they were already in the second term, so not much time was left to deal with them. Unfortunately, the wait to graduation would still be hell. Brutal hell. 'I have to stay sane till' then..'

Walking to the shoe lockers, he was pleasantly surprised to see the pinkette that he'd harassed from first year all the way till' now. He watched as a fellow third year bid her good morning with a small salute, causing a smirk to take it's place on Yamato's face.

"Yes, good morning, VP," He greeted, mirroring the roller derby girl's words. He replaced his shoes with the white uwabaki's before coming straight up to Sakura, clearly beyond her personal bubble as he stuck his tongue out at her to flaunt the piercing that was against school rules. "The Yutaka students are pretty, aren't they?" He cooed sourly, offering a raised brow to the pinkette as he leaned against the shoe lockers, planning to follow the girl if she took off in pursuit of an escape. The cameras flashing outside made him a small growl emit from his throat, his gaze breaking from Sakura to glare out the door before huffing in disgust. He couldn't take s**t like this so early in the morning. Messing with Sakura would have to be his coping mechanism for now. "But none of them can match your beauty, VP," He chimed, his tone yanking at the position he only ever called her by rather than her name. "Are you going to have to greet them for a welcoming ceremony? Be sure to bite them for me--I know you're good at that.." Following it up with a wink, a wild grin drew on his face as he waited excitedly for her angered retorts.

In pushing her further into annoyance, he began to unbutton the top button of the uniform and undid his tie completely right in front of her. An immediate dress code violation. If the cameras hadn't already given her a headache that morning, it would probably be by yours truly.







iP o c k y - hime

poooooooosted
sorry saku bby ;;
yamato is such a jerk hhhh





ooc

yeah so fleeting thought but
I have declared as of this moment that yama
now has a motorcycle. oops.

[freyjasys]

　　　　　　　　　　　　LOCATION ▲ shoe lockers　　　　COMPANY ▲ sakura&&yamato　　　　FEELING ▲ nightmare fuel
The first thing Mikoto woke to was his 06:00 alarm. His phone was buzzing haphazardly on his bedside stand and he shifted the slider into snooze. It would go off in another five minutes. He turned over, jostling the other occupants of the bed. The next thing the brunet woke to was Yori licking his face. His phone hadn’t even go on off again and yet the puppy was eagerly trying to wake his master. Obviously, his earlier shifting caused the puppy to wake. Next to his bed was Daiki, pawing at his mattress, also awake. The only dog to remain asleep was Taiki, but that wouldn’t last long. Mikoto regretted letting the dogs sleep with him sometimes, like now. But it was worth it, to have such a cozy and warm bed. Yori went back to licking his face. interrupting his thoughts. Chuckling lightly, Mikoto managed to wiggle his way off the bed (with Taiki looking personally offended).

"Come on boys, time for a walk~" he lightly chattered, grabbing his jersey and the three leashes on his desk. Yori was already excited, dancing around Mikoto’s legs and nudging him with all his strength. Taiki stretched off the bed, leisurely making his way to the door with Daiki right behind him. After switching out of his pajamas and washing his face, Mikoto hooked the leashes onto the dogs, letting the dogs make their way to the front door, with their leashes trailing behind.

"Mikorin don’t forget about your appointment at 7," his mother called from the kitchen doorway, holding out his water bottle. Ah yes, the dreaded doctor’s appointment. Would he finally be allowed to play again? Most likely, at least by the end of the week. He didn’t really want to think about it. "Mikoto!"

"Wakatta, wakatta~" he dismissed, "I’ll be back soon." He ignored his mother’s sigh and opened the door, grabbing the leashes before Yori could run off.


TIMESKIP


About ten minutes into the check up and Mikoto was already bored. Masayoshi sat in the corner, flipping through a magazine, completely bored and intent on ignoring his brother. After all, Masayoshi was rudely awoken by three dogs (courtesy of their mother, but who looked at the specifics).

Mikoto leaned over to bother him, needing something to occupy his time. But was promptly ignored. He pouted and leaned back against the wall and grabbed his school bag. Something in there could probably amuse him. Some notebooks? Boring. His phone? Well, better than nothing. He shifted through the notebooks and few loose papers, grabbing his phone at the bottom. There was a reminder on the lock screen. It had gone off a few times now.

　　　　　　　　　REMINDER : yutaka students coming today.

Ugh, right. The school burned down. How did they even manage that? For such an expensive school to burn so easily? Pathetic really. Didn’t they have anything in place to stop the spread of a fire? Or maybe they should not allow any cooking classes. After all, the kids of Yutaka couldn’t change their clothes without assistances. What made the administrators and teachers think they could cook? Mikoto sighed, he couldn’t have that mentality. He was the student council president after all and had to be fair to them. Even he personally didn’t want to. Thank every God in the universe for Sakura. She’d be there and keep everything together.

He kicked his leg out, forgetting the brace and injured knee. A sharp pain went straight up his spine, causing him cry out in pain and shock.

"Nii-san!"

"Shut up already!"


TIMESKIP


Finally at school, Mikoto yawned into his hand. Still not mentally prepared for the day ahead. Masayoshi had dropped him off after the check up was over, looking tired as ever. After a brief good-bye and offered good wishes, Mikoto’s brother had left. Even with the good wishes of his brother, Mikoto was not ready. From the stories he’d heard from Haruto, Yutaka students weren’t the nicest. In fact, Haruto described them as “down right prissy, spoiled assholes who needed to get their heads out of the ground”. And really, who was Mikoto to doubt him. He’d be stupid, that’s who-- er what; and he was anything but.

First on the list was: find Sakura. The second thing was: use her as a shield against the incoming students. That sounded like a good plan. All he had to do was avoid the Yutaka students until then. Easy.

Not so easy. As Mikoto turned to head in the school, his bag hit one of the aforementioned students. And-- ********. Why was he so ******** tall? That height was not natural. Not in Japan at least. But Mikoto placed a smile, his only expression in the face others, on and quickly bowed.

"Sorry, sorry," he apologized and righted himself. Smile still in place, he easily skirted around the giant; waving a farewell.

Blonde giants. Well he certainly wasn’t prepared for that. Minor panic rose up. Hopefully Sakura was close by. He needed his faux-sister right now. And to be no where near blonde giants. New nightmare fuel. Thank goodness he let the dogs sleep with him.

He continued to evade most of the students. Giving his typical friendly “hello” and “good morning” when stopped. Giving off his typical optimistic and easygoing aura as he escaped to the shoe lockers; giving the excuse that he had to get things ready for their wonderful guests. It was half true, but still made him feel a bit bad for ignoring them.

And there she was, his current saving grace. "Saku-san!" he exclaimed, catching the tail-end of her brief conversation with Yamato.

Mikoto hooked an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. His touchy-feelyness ever present. He grinned to Yamato, "Morning Himura~"

He was amused by their antics. He also felt a bit bad for Sakura for being the target. But honestly, it was too amusing to pass up a chance to watch. But forced himself to remember what he originally wanted.

"Saku-san! Did you know there was a blonde giant at Yutaka?" Yes, this would haunt him for the rest of the day.


iP o c k y - hime
catsco

eeyy. i had mikoto crash the party uwu

[Amasha]

“Ueno Kun” Kenji narrowed his eyes in a scolding manner, as he watched the first year dare to give him ******** advice. It only boiled him a little more, “As I think it would be a good idea for you to pay attention to your surroundings” as he watched the first year scamper towards Saiyoko. Following after Katsu as he wasn’t done lecturing him on his rude behavior. Just because they were among commoners didn’t give him the excuse to act as one! Just before Kenji had a moment to begin to thoroughly give Katsu a verbal beat down, he began to run his mouth.

‘Did you hire her so she could help you around at school? That's an excellent idea! We really need a few maids to carry our stuff.’

A silence for that beautiful statement, Kenji could only assume this was the only use to the peasants. The idea was a wonderful one that they should be using, but the silence for the statement wasn’t met as Katsu decided to continue. When he pointed out how tiny she had been, he couldn’t help but agree with Katsu silently. Not to mention you needed very tall and intimidating people, as this place reeked to the high ******** heavens of desperation. In fact, the only thing that was frightening was the fact her uniform looked like it was thrown in a washing machine. That was it! No steam press, who on earth would do such a thing!? Kenji was about to intervene with the fact that it would be over paying her. If the girl brought Saiyoko lunch, maybe she could be worth fifty. One hundred dollars for a pipsqueak was over paying her for a mediocre job. Until she must have taken enough abuse from the rich students stares, she snapped back at them.

'Woah, first off don’t call me cute. That’s grossly offensive. Secondly I just happen to be going to the same class as her; I’m not her ******** workhorse, nor am I yours. So put the money you took from daddy’s wallet elsewhere. And thirdly I would break your legs in a heartbeat cause I’m not a mere commoner, so I’ll be on my way now. I’m headed to the year class.'

Kenji knew his battles, this was a first year class battle. Though it disgusted him enough that she used ‘daddy’s money’ like she was on some sort of poor awkward a** girl from some god damn drama show. It was the 'super heroine' moment, that made Kenji roll his eyes every time. Everyone is technically using daddy’s money. Unless she was actually paying for her rent, schooling, clothes, and everything else. Then good for ******** her, she was a super god damn first year student. It just put such a sour look on him, he hated this speech with a dying passion of a million suns. Saiyoko was being polite by even humoring her with money, as after hearing how she was too good for cash. ******** good, nobody wanted to devalue their precious items with her. Just disgusting, super revolting. When the brat had stomped off like a little girl, he looked to Saiyoko.

“I think you were being very generous with what you were offering her, obviously she thinks shes too good for your money. It is silly, I’m sorry for whatever crawled up her as-” Kenji was bumped into a second time, interrupting him from talking to the first year. When Kenji immediately looked at Katsu, he had not moved to bump into him. Who the hell had the nerve?

'Sorry, sorry,'

Another first year? WAS AN ENTIRE GENERATION BORN CLUMSY AS s**t?!

The boy immediately scampered off, this kid wasn’t going to escaped as easily as Katsu did. “Sorry for the s**t morning, Kiyomi San. I think next time you’d be better off handling business transactions, without Ueno Kun… I’ll see you both around, I need to level the playing field a little” Kenji bowed out, quickly following behind on the clumsy brunettes heels. There would be no way in hell, he’d allow for the little s**t to get off with bumping into him even with pseudo apology. He’d have to at least give him something for interrupting him, while talking to junior years. When he disappeared in the building, he had immediately followed behind him without so much of a thought about the disgusting roaches crawling around inside. Suddenly he was met with the shoe locker, oh ******** if he was going to put any shoes of his in this place. They’d be guaranteed to be stolen, of course maybe the Yakata had a special place to put their shoes.

When he glanced up at the first year getting touchy with the pink haired girl, he almost looked disgusted and then looked at the other… Student. This was somebody Kenji’s age, who was acting like a god damn misbehaving child. Unbuttoning his shirt, he almost dropped his mouth at the sight of him but covered it.

"Saku-san! Did you know there was a blonde giant at Yutaka?"

“Button up your shirt you uncultured swine, this is school not your house” Kenji blurted out, much like any sort of word vomit it came out at the worse possible time. Stopping and frowning, he had policed around three… peasants, great. They’d likely mug him at this point.


LOCATION: Mazushi High School -> Shoelocker
COMPANY: Katja, Katsu, & Saiyoko -> Sakura, Yamato, & Mikoto
OOC: -CRASHES INTO THE MAZUSHI PARTY- DID I WIN BIGGEST SHITLORD AWARD?

iP o c k y - hime


mimes in panic


catsco

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"Name?"

The barista working at Metro Koffee had earned himself a look from the blonde customer he'd taken the order of. What a stupid question! His narrowed eyes looked right at the barista and questioned him, "are you really asking for my name"? The employee wasn't fazed by this. He proceeded to incline his head and ask, "You have a name?"

"Yeah, Primrose Everdeen." Haruki said sarcastically, blinking his eyes in a lazy manner. He then furrowed his brows. "Do you really have to ask for my name? I'm a regular, for fuck's sake, and we've been talking for what, a half hour now?" the customer placed his hands on his hips, baffled and a bit peeved as to why the barista would continue to ask for the name of his favorite patron. Let's be honest here, if you've been ordering drinks (and the occasional cake pop) from one place for years upon years and you're an official regular of the damn place, would you want the barista to continue asking for your name after he's taken your order?

"Just cut the shit and quit wasting the time you could be using to make my damn coffee, Yuji-kun." he said as he went to take a seat nearest the counter. He rested his head on the table. It might've seemed rude of him to act this way towards the hardworking employee, but it was 7:17 in the morning, exactly seven minutes after the shop opened, and Haruki needed his coffee to get him in that chipper and jubilant state he's always in. Especially since he was headed for Mazushi today, the school that's notorious for it's revolting uniforms. What? So he wasn't on the bandwagon of Yutaka students that pointed their all their hate towards the Mazushi kids. What was so bad about that?

"Sorry Haruki, it's a rule." Yuji said, shrugging his shoulders and turning away to fulfill his order. He paused and looked over his shoulder. "Or should I say, 'Primrose'?" Haruki snapped his head in the employee's direction. "Ass hat!" he exclaimed, pointing at him before resting his head on the table again. Exhausted and cross, that's how he was in the mornings. But today, it couldn't have been more true. Heck, even the few other customers in the coffeehouse seemed to notice and sit as far away as they could from him. Not that he could blame them. He heard the employee entrance open and the "hello" of another barista. This time, it was a feminine voice. He knew this place well. If he had to guess, it was probably--

"You okay, Haru-kun?" Nagisa asked, crouching next to him.
He lifted his head. "No. I feel like I'm going to cunt-punt the next wench to give me a hard time." he could see her slowly inching away from him and put his head down on the table once more. "You're safe, Nagisa-chan. You're too sweet for me to kick in the growler." he said, assuring her that he wouldn't be bringing her pain in his grumpy state. A sigh of relief came from the young woman. "Thank goodness." she chuckled. "I don't even know why you'd think I'd hurt you. I mean, you're super nice and your Hazelnut Fraps are on point, but you know, whatever." he said, watching as the barista went behind the counter. "On point? Aww, thanks." she smiled as she took the order of another customer that had come in.

"Primrose Everdeen," Yuji called, trying to catch Haruki's attention, "I've got an iced white chocolate mocha and a double chocolate chip frap for Pr--" the blonde moved fast, like an arrow shot from a bow. In an instant Haruki was up at the counter, grabbing the two drinks and their straws and slipping Yuji a twenty. "Shut up and tAKE THE TIP." he said before jamming the straw into his white chocolate mocha and aggressively sipping the very thing that fueled his existence. He remained like that for a good minute before finally taking a breath.

"Oh, my gosh. I love you so much." he said, hugging Yuji from over the counter. "You're like, an angel. I love you." he said, refusing to release him from the bear hug. "That's great, but could you love me a little less? I can't br..eathe.." the barista choked, trying to squirm out of his customer's steely grip. "Don't count on it." Haruki said, squeezing harder.

"I'll give you a free refill."
"Deal."

♔* ＴＩＭＥＳＫＩＰ

Several croissants and two refills later (the first one was free, but he wasn't feeling as perky as he should have been, resulting in his order for another mocha), Haruki was on his way home to catch a ride to school, cheerful and lively as ever. He was more than ready to face the day and settle in to his new home at Mazushi! Earlier, he had been extremely pessimistic towards the public school. Now that he'd had his caffeine fix, he decided that he was going to approach the school with nothing but positivity, even if they had terrible uniforms. He'd tolerate the ghastly ensembles for today. Besides, the students themselves were probably trying just as hard to bear with the spoiled brats. So long as their hair was kept, their breath smelled fresh, and they treated the young fashionista with respect, they could expect him to treat them like actual human beings. He'd be fair to them.

It wasn't fair to him, however, that right as he reached his house, the driver was opening the door of their standard-stretch limousine for Hikaru. It signified that they were leaving for school already and that they weren't going to wait for Haruki. He frowned and hurried towards the vehicle, part of him wanting to tell off the driver for not waiting for him, the rest of him shrugging it off because he still had his coffee and he made it just in time. He also had his bag on him, which meant he didn't have to The chauffeur was about to close the door, but after catching a glimpse of the young man approaching the black limousine, he held the door open for just a bit longer.

"Ohayou gozaimasu!" Haruki said, gracefully sliding into the car (in reality diving into the car with enough force to make it rock). "Thanks for waiting on me, I totally appreciate it." there was no sarcasm in that sentence, though anyone else might've thought otherwise. After getting himself situated, the blonde looked over at his brother. "By the way, I bought you something to help get your day off to a good start." he said, crossing his legs and holding out the drink that he'd ordered for him. "Double chocolate chip frap. I couldn't remember what it was that you liked exactly, so I got that. You're welcome~." he said, handing him the drink and tending to his own as the driver started the car.

♔* ＴＩＭＥＳＫＩＰ

It was at this time that the Tsukino brothers had reached school. Haruki was to first to exit the car, not bothering for the chauffeur to come and open the door for him. He was thrilled to be here, to be among so many new faces. Hell, he could even see some familiar ones among the many clusters of students. He could see Saiyoko, some girl, and Katsu all talking, a dame on skates, Ren, apparently on the ground, and countless others. As much as he would like to run and say hello to all of his future and existing friends, he had to wait for his big brother. He looked back over his shoulder at Hikaru. "Let's go, Hika-chan~! Mazushi isn't gonna wait for us!" Haruki said, his enthusiasm shining through his slight impatience.


ooc.got super lazy towards the end uqh i'm sorry



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It was to be expected that the new Yutaka students would be crowded with attention, and it didn't bother Sakura in the slightest. What was annoying was the paparazzi and people practically drooling at them upon sight. Well, could she blame them? Have any of them been around people who were worth millions and millions? Probably not, but she wasn't going to fawn over them even if they were attractive and had flawless skin because of all the expensive creams and other skincare products they could afford. Show dignity guys! They were human like the rest of them, and some of them already had their disdain drawn all over their faces by attending to this school. They looked down on them already and it irritated her. During the middle of her thoughts, she had heard someone address her. Blinking a few times, she had looked over and smiled, “Morning Kazeyama!”

It was good to see her, especially since these rumors were swirling around. Sakura didn't believe them in the slightest but she wasn't going to ask May about them. It was personal but it wasn't good to have those rumors flying around, especially when they weren't true. May had always been a friendly person and hardworking ( very much so for being head of the disciplinary ), which made her on the top of her good list. Upon being given a salute, Sakura grinned and returned one of her own before the girl had left. And before she could even breathe or take another sip of her coffee, she already felt the corner of her lips dipping downward into an apparent frown just from hearing a specific person in particular. Her arched brows had knitted together as she had turned to looked towards Yamato. Just the sight of him literally raised her blood pressure, especially hearing him repeating May's greeting in an almost mocking tone.

Yamato was inescapable.

“Depends on what you define as pretty.” Taking a sip of her nowhere near finished Latte, she had tilted her head back slightly to look at him due to their height difference with a deadpanned expression laced on her face as he revealed his tongue piercing purposely. Pushing the straw out of her mouth, she retorted “You're worried about them and yet you're breaking the rules for almost the hundredth time this term?!” It had taken her nearly all her strength just not to grab him by the ear and pull him to May, who was supposed to take care of issues like this. No, she didn't have time to worry about that or him for that matter. There was still the idea that a greeting to the Yutaka students had to be given one way or another. Even so, if he kept his mouth shut (HA. If he kept his mouth shut) then he wouldn't get himself into any trouble. Who the hell was she convincing? Surely not her damn self. Her eyes had followed his gaze to outside where the cameras were still flashing, which were irritating all on their own aside from the fact they were literally harassing a student.

“If the paps are bothering you so much then why don't you—” Dammit, she could feel it. She could feel the Osaka, kansai-ben accent rising and make itself apparent in her tone than she would've liked, but she couldn't stop it. He was pissing her off and when she was pissed, it came out. His empty flirtation, which he tortured her with since the first year of school, really got under her skin. It wasn't because he meant it but because he did it to get a reaction. “Ariehen!!” Sakura snarled, her teeth clenched and her eyes narrowing. Yamato knew how to set her off, and she always gave him the satisfaction of getting her riled up. Her body heat would intensify, leaving others wondering why it was unnecessarily hot around her. If people had started to believe that she was a demon, it was inherently Yamato's fault.

“That's not my job, that's Mishoshiba's job.” If Mikoto wasn't up for it then she would gladly take responsibility. It was after a few seconds later that she had caught the end of his sentence. In her mind, she had already gauged out his eye in the fashion of Beatrix Kiddo from one of her favorite Western Films, Kill Bill, and she had stepped on it with her barefoot despite how disgusting the whole process was. Then again, it was Yamato's eye, so it was less gross.

“Ha ha, so funny.” Sakura said, her voice reeking of sarcasm. “Who knew Himura had such good humor?” Rolling her eyes, she had tried to look for an escape route. Did that mean she had to actually engage him in conversation before she could officially make a run for it? Step by step, she had shuffled away and smiled along her actions but the smile was so forced that it just outright gave her away, “Aren't you hyped about the track team, Capt'n?” This was probably the most obvious and lamest acting that she had ever done in her life. If it wasn't for the whole fact that she was looking at Yamato, someone who basically set her veins on fire on sight, then maybe she would've done an Oscar-winning performance.

Nearly choking out her latte while she was drinking, she had used her right hand to curl up in a fist and hit her chest as she coughed. The drink went down the wrong pipe from her shock, “W-What the hell are you doing?!” Sakura knew that his intention was to ruin his uniform in efforts to irritate her but anyone else, who knew Yamato's reputation, it seemed outright promiscuous and could lead rumors that the two were having some sort of weird relationship that escalated beyond their public spats. Who actually unloosens their tie and unbuttons the first few in front of someone in a non-sexual way? Apparently Yamato. Mentally, a crazed laugh had echoed through her thoughts. 'Will I be sane before graduation?' The vice president had to asked herself with much sincerity and obvious worry.

Oh, she was so tempted. She was so tempted to push him against the shoes lockers and tightened up his tie that she would end up choking him. Years after learning self restraint, all she could do was let her right eye twitch and let her imagination take over but before she actually decided '******** it, let's kill him' a familiar voice had rang in her ear canals. Before she could turn to face that person, an arm went around her shoulders and she was pulled into a hug. Her eyes had widened before tilting her head back to look up to see Mikoto.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound...

'Onii-chan.' She mentally cried, thanking God that someone had stopped her before she actually attempted to murder someone. Mikoto was her brother inside her head because there was no way in seven hells was she going to say something as embarrassing out her mouth. And before anyone said she enjoyed such a thing, her cheeks had puffed up and the pink-haired teen wriggled out of his hug and took a few steps back, her cheekbones splattered with a scarlet red. “What the hell, Mikoto-kun?” Sakura glared at him, keeping a very serious 'like, seriously, what the hell?' expression. Sincerely, she was happy but she also did not want anyone to misinterpret that either. This situation looked wrong on every level.

“Saku-san! Did you know there was a blonde giant at Yutaka?”

. . .

Head tilt.

What? What did he mean by that? It wasn't even a second more until another masculine voice spoke up. Why was everyone so tall? This time, this was a face she did not know but she could swear was one of the Yutaka students. Wait, he was the giant? This with blonde hair that looked to be washed with the finest berries so that it has a luxurious glow and bounce with a very intimidating gaze on his handsome features. That's right, that's the blonde giant Mikoto spoke about. Why the hell was his hair better than hers? And why was she surrounded by three hot guys? It's raining men. Although she was thankful that he scolded Yamato for ruining his uniform, it still felt uncomfortable to hear 'uncultured swine' and be glared down as if he was daring them to try something. I mean, literally, are rich people just like they are on t.v.? He certainly fit the stereotype, but hell, he was good in her book for insulting Yamato at the moment. Now the Mazushi were giving a bad overall appearance to them. This wasn't good at all.

“G-Good morning! Ano, I apologize for any inconveniences on your first day at Mazushi.” That's what a vice president would say and she had given him a bow in apology. Sakura wasn't the type to apologize and didn't mean it but they were supposed to be welcomed with open arms but it seemed like everything was taking a slow and horrible turn to the left.


Glossary!
Sakura speaking / #FF7885
Sakura thinking / #EF9793]
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Ariehen! is kansai dialect meaning "Unbelievable"
Ano means "uh" or "err."




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( ✎ ) O1. with may -> yamato, mikoto, kenjisaku lasers( ✎ ) O2. where. the shoelockerssaku lasers( ✎ ) O1. outfit





INDI PANDA JONES




catsco




mimes in panic




Amasha

[guac fiend]

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A petite girl poked her head warily out of the front door, glancing left, then right, then left again. Her eyes lingered a while on the house that sat next to hers, and a breath of relief escaped her lips. The coast was clear.

Sakuno took a dainty, first step onto the sidewalk, like she was testing the waters of the new day. Then, she reached behind her and jerked out her cello, safely locked inside its sleek, white case. There was a cello sectional practice at lunch today and Mazushi didn't receive enough funding to purchase its own musical instruments, so she and the other orchestra members had to bring in their own. She envied the violinists and violists because of this. Their instruments were smaller and much more portable, and the bassists generally just left their massive stand-ups at the school. Her cello on the other hand was heavy and inconvenient to drag around, despite having wheels at the bottom of its case.

With her chin tucked down and her fingers fastened tightly around the strap of her bookbag, Sakuno wheeled her cello quietly down the empty street. It was usual, almost customary even, for her to begin her trek to school so early...although, it was almost embarrassing to admit that it was all because she wanted to avoid her notorious womanizer-of-a-next-door-neighbor, Himura Yamato.

Ever since her first year in high school, she took pains to ensure that she wouldn't run into him. At all. When her overly-friendly parents first invited him and his father for dinner, she wasn't sure what to expect of her new next-door neighbors - she even thought them to be somewhat pleasant and quite well-mannered - but then school happened and eventually, she caught onto Himura-san's true nature. She identified Yamato's insanely flirtatious and rough personality as one thing: scary. Sakuno didn't do well with scary.

And yet her parents still insist on having dinners with his father. Why.

Sakuno rubbed her eyes and looked up at the sky. 'Ah...we're having another one tomorrow.' she remembered with a sigh. 'I have work today too.

She briefly considered asking her aunt to let her work tomorrow to skip the dinner and finally arrived at the school. There was still plenty of time until the first bell, so she made her way to the music room, dropped off her cello, and began setting up chairs and conductor stands.


timeskip.

Yutaka students. Yutaka students everywhere.

Sakuno stared at the masses of foreign faces with wide eyes, unsure what to do. Her mother had mentioned to her earlier that the elite Yutaka students would join Mazushi due to the strange burning of their academy, but she didn't say anything about what they would be like. Even though everyone was dressed in Mazushi uniform, she could pick out who was from Yutaka. Every single one of them waltzed, not walked, and carried some sort of powerful air that declared, "I am wonderful". Or was that snobbishness? They probably wouldn't bother with noticing a typical girl like her, then. She didn't like attention anyway, especially bad attention.

Shaking her head, Sakuno drifted away from the music room and stayed close to the walls, weaving her way through the awkward mix of Yutaka and Mazushi. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a lanky, raven-haired fall and her classmate, Tera, and Tera's sister go to her aid. She wanted to help too--

"No, just get to class. To class." she whispered to herself.

She bit lightly her bottom lip and gave them one last glance before carrying on to classroom 2A. Right as she found her seat, the first bell went off.


BHRIIING.
"BZZZZZT...ZZT...oh, there. It's working. Achem - good morning, my lovely sunshines of Mazushi High. As you can see, we have opened our arms to shelter these poor, poor Yutaka students. Yutaka, I am the principal of Mazushi High, Mr. Miyasagi...in other words, I'M YOUR PRINCIPAL NOW, HAWHOHOAHWUFUFUFU. If you're not in your seats by the second bell, you're expelled. Club Day is tomorrow afternoon. Join one, or else you're expelled. Do well here, or you're expelled I have your headmaster's approval on this one~-- okay! That's all for 'Messages with Miyasagi'. Have a magnificent day, Mazushi!"


Sakuno shifted uncomfortably in her seat. No doubt about it, Mr. Miyasagi was a diehard fan of Mazushi. As a graduate of Mazushi himself, he's one of the main contributors to the current rivalry between the two schools. But realistically speaking, even though his love for Mazushi and its students was touching, was that greeting...inappropriate? The dark-haired girl took out a piece of Okashi Bakery's leftover melon bread - in other words, all she has for breakfast - and reluctantly nibbled at the corner, waiting for the rest of the seats to fill up and teacher to begin class.

Club Day tomorrow. There was so much to do...

LAWL. MR. MIYASAGI IS BEST PRINCIPAL.
i imagine him as being very professional and sophisticated
during the necessary times (such as when Yutaka's headmaster
approached him with the transferring proposition), but he's
got mad school pride. like. maaaaaaaaaaaaddddd pride.
oh, and Yutaka's headmaster is currently on vacation
in the bahamas 8D what a b*****d

all first years are in class 1A.
all second years are in class 2A.
all third years are in class 2285Q - jk ;u; 3A.



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[nap of kings v2]

tab Shoe lockers tab tab Outraged tab tab Sakura, Mikoto, Kenji
　




Sakura was being rather easy this morning.

"I define it as perfection," He purred, purposely trying to soften the mood before breaking it down again. At her retort, a short though mocking laugh exploded from him. "I break the rules every term--I'm surprised you're not used to it yet." This game would've been fun to play with the roller derby girl too since she was on the disciplinary committee, but he had yet to actually meet her or no a thing about her even though they were in the same year. Maybe he'd change that this year. Another person to harass didn't sound too bad at all. Trouble was just his calling in reality. He could crack, manipulate, and break people under his very being. It was the only thing he was good at, and it served an amusing purpose. Anyways, he chose to go down this road in his first year so he had to follow through with it to the end, which wouldn't be too hard since the façade had literally become apart of him and was no longer an acting game.

"Are you mad?" His tone imitated that of someone who was concerned. It was just too good to stop now. He could even hear a bit of her accent come out, which he realized only appeared in moments like this. Whenever someone was getting under her skin. That means her reactions were pure--pure hatred for him. "Ah, music to my ears," Yamato cooed as she snarled at him, his eyes also narrowing as if challenging her. If he didn't know any better, invisible fumes were probably rising up from her head. He could even feel the heat barrier around her. Yamato felt himself smirk smugly, loving that he was capable of getting her blood boiling like this.

"If that's Mikoshiba's job than what good will you be for?" If always made a point of how much he hated and retched at the position Sakura held. It would make messing with her so much easier when she wasn't sentencing him to punishment because her VP status allowed her to. If anything, he was more obedient to Mikoto because the boy let him off the hook on so many things. Yamato couldn't even call it being biased on his end either because the guy still wouldn't let him sit on the front bleachers before soccer games.

"Funny?" He questioned, grinning at her sarcasm. "Huh, who knew a sarcastic compliment from you would sound so satisfying," He mused, running a hand through his spiky hair. It actually was more than shocking to hear her ask him a casual question. Heh, so she was willing to do that just to get him away from her? He'd have to give her credit for that. "Hardly.. I know some of those Yutakas are probably already planning on trying to take my captain position away," He answer, letting his annoying antics die down for a bit as a reward for Sakura's willingness to act this way just for him, even if she meant it for different intentions which he knew was the case. He'd just play it off in his mind in a way that suited him.

And then her reaction to his mini stripping show.. he couldn't help but crack a wild grin at her. His intentions wasn't to have her choke on her drink though, so with what little decency he had, he waited until he was sure she was okay before continuing to be an a*****e. "Don't you like it?" Yamato asked, pretending to be surprised before his expression turned to mock sadness. Maybe that was going too far on his side. But he was Yamato. If you didn't expect the unexpected with him, you'd surely fall into his trap every time. 'My little Nanami was a goner from square one though..' But through his smugness, at that moment as he looked the girl over, he found that actually wasn't the case.

She actually looked on the verge of wanting to kill him. It wasn't just rage, but instead a silence that kicked in that could only make Yamato shudder a little at what the pinkette might have been thinking about. Even her right eye was twitching, causing the boy's body to stiffen a bit as he took a step back. Only one horrid thought was flying through his thoughts at that moment. A terrifying fate that all men shivered with fear even thinking about.

'I-is she gonna kick me in the junk..?'

"Saku-san!" That voice was too well known to have been by a stranger. "Mornin' pres," He replied with a grin also plastering his face, relieved that Mikoto came when he did for he was starting to really think that Sakura was going to make him pay for his behavior this time the hard way. "You're off the hook for now, VP.. I'll spare you for the rest of the day," He declared, however making eye contact short just in case she was still feeling the will to let off all that pent up anger he'd built up in her. He'd already gotten kicked in that exact spot by none other than Kiku, the girl who was aspiring to be a gang leader. Hell, the girl already had a gang forming in the school, himself even being linked to it, but he was still not official in the gang and meant to keep it that way.

"Button up your shirt you uncultured swine, this is school not your house"

'The hell..?'

Was he hearing straight? Did that freakin' Yutaka just say that to him? Looking over to see just who had the nerve to talk to him like that, he flinched just the slightest at how tall the guy was. So that was the giant Mikoto was talking about. 'Damn he's a ******** tree.. wait, what did Nanami just say?' And then she bowed at him, turning the tables and setting Yamato's blood on fire this time. There was no way he was going to let that act slip. "What the hell! Are you really apologizing to this guy for 'any inconveniences'? If anything he's inconveniencing us by barging into our school and acting like he already owns it! And are you just going to let what he just called me slip?" He looked over to Mikoto, completely exasperated and expecting the boy to have more sense than the VP was right now and set this blonde giant straight. But the moment was too fleeting. He didn't have time to wait on Mikoto. And then.. the announcement.. letting out a harsh 'tch' sound, he began walking but stopped to the side of the blonde boy.

"You better not be in our ******** homeroom class because if you are, I'll make sure your time there will be a living hell. That's a promise." With that he stormed away, stopping to greet absolutely nobody as he slammed the door open to classroom 3A and dropped into his seat, glaring out the window. He'd be seeing Mikoto and Sakura again shortly since they were all in the same room and sat to the left of him. Though there had just recently been a vacant seat open next to him directly on his right.. if that giant was in their homeroom and had to sit there, Yamato know he'd no doubt lose his mind.





iP o c k y - hime


mimes in panic


Amasha

[Pretty Complicated]

For a while, Katsu was really into the whole idea of having some maids and servants around him to serve him. Hell, he could even use his money to pay these Mazushi kids to do his homework. They are known to be quite smart, aren't they? If so, then they could at least use their brains to help him out with the papers. Even when they grow up, they're going to be working under people like him anyway. What's the difference between now and then? As Katsu waved his hand holding the money in front of the brunette's face, Saiyoko kept trying to stop him. With a frown on his face, he turned to her and asked, "What's wrong Sai? You don't want me to take your maid?" Ah, now he sees what the problem was. Since this girl was Saiyoko's maid in the beginning, it was pretty rude of him to take her people just like that. He isn't like that. He's courteous and giving. After all, he is the son of a rich family. Saiyoko also promised him to bring him to the photoshoot for JJ Magazine. Although it wasn't as famous of a magazine he wanted...it was better than nothing. He wouldn't want to trouble Saiyoko before they even take any pictures.

Just when Katsu was thinking about taking back the money, the brunette suddenly exploded on him. The male dropped his jaw and slowly put his money back inside his jacket. Everything she said had shocked him. Throughout his whole life, he always thought that girls loved to be called cute and beautiful. Maybe the girl wanted him to call her beautiful instead? "I'm sorry..." he paused. "I take cute back. You're beautiful..?" Oops, he just said it. Just the word coming out of his mouth wanted to make him puke. The brunette wasn't exactly the beautiful type...but if it drowns out her anger then he would be kind enough to say it. With an awkward smile on his face, he let out a small chuckle and quickly took a glance toward Saiyoko. Since the beginning, Katsu made a big mistake about the brunette being a maid. He widened his eyes at Saiyoko. 'Why didn't you tell me earlier???' he thought, then looking back at the brunette with a nervous smile. It seemed like she wasn't kidding about bring his legs either. "I knew that every Mazushi kids are violent." he said underneath his breathe. Now he was positive that he would have to hire someone to be his bodyguard. He's bound to be beaten to death if he continue to stay here.

Eventually, the commoner began to head toward her class. Katsu subconsciously followed behind her and kept a lookout to his surroundings. To his right, he could see some girl with her skates roaming around and hitting people. Looking deeper, he could see some kind of gangster-like guy going to school with his motorcycle. Everyone definitely belongs to a gang. Katsu looked back at the brunette in front of him and decided to ran up so he could walk along with her. "Miss, are you in a gang too? It seems like there are many gangsters here." he stated. Honestly, he wouldn't be surprised that this commoner is in a gang too. With the way she talks so casually about breaking his leg, there are no doubt. He even thought it was pointless asking her. Once they were inside the school, Katsu immediately let out a look of disgust. Just what is with the design of the school? The whole place looks worn out, and he's not even halfway inside the school yet! "What the heck... What if this place collapse?" he mumbled to himself.

The male quickly changed his shoes and ran back to the brunette he was with. "It seems like we're in the same class." he stated. Katsu was surprised that they were the same age. Even though they were just freshmens, the commoner already have a lot of nerve to say things he wouldn't say if he was a sophomore. The power of being in a gang must be big... "Do you have anyone to introduce me so I could hire them to become my servant?" he said loudly enough for the people around to hear. Katsu still held onto the idea of having servants around because he seriously think that it would be a good idea. Too bad this brunette refused to become his maid, otherwise she would probably do a good job keeping the gangs away from him and do his homework nicely too. "I need a few because I'm pretty sure my brother could use some." he blurted out innocently. Speaking of his brother...where was he? Katsu began to regret ditching him and wondering somewhere else. He should of stuck onto him since they're going to the same class anyway. Well, at least now he met this cute gangster girl.

(( Obviously Obsessive Cookie: i'm sorry this is so short >~< ))

Amasha

a very minor neck injury

Belina The Queer Deer

grvceBOUND


TEDDY'S PRODUCTION b***h!

[xxPEACHFUZZ]

▬ x x ♔ ▋┇ CHINAMI AIZAWA ╯
﹙ where ✿ ﹚schoolxxx﹙ with ✿ ﹚people in front of schoolxxx﹙ thoughts ✿ ﹚this school looks dirty

xxxx* W - WHEN it┊GETS ( ✿ c o l d ) outside
xx& & ▬ you've got ★ NOBODY t - to L❤VE
xxxxxxxx★ you'll understand what i mean when i say xxxxxxx
xxxTHERE'S n - no way! ┈ WE'RE ╯ gonna ♔ G⇡VE UP!
xxxx» i - is 〈 THERE ✿ 〉 anyone OUT↯THERE
xxxcuz it's getting harder & harder to breathexxcuz it's getting harder & harder to breathe
xxxcuz it's getting harder & harder to breathexxcuz it's getting harder & harder to breathe





Small wisps of light wandered through the thick curtains; nature's way of telling the world that it was time to awake. Blue eyes gazed up at the ceiling, their vibrant color cutting through the dull room. Chinami had already been awake for an hour, and she was counting the little dots on her ceiling. On a typical day the female loathed the thought of going to school and having to interact with people. Today was different. Her eyes narrowed in disgust as she thought of the day that lie ahead of her; a day at Mazushi. A small groan escaped Chinami's lips, and she rolled onto her side. It wasn't just a day at Mazushi, it was a whole year. She would be spending a year a school that was crawling with low class people...and their germs. Rich people and their germs already made her shudder, who knows what kind of diseases would await her in this school? Another groan escaped the female's lips and she found her way on her feet. Silver locks ran down her back in a river as she ran her fingers through her hair. Most teens might skip their morning shower, but for Chinami a cleansing shower was almost as essential as breathing air. She glanced toward the clock and frowned. 6:20. She knew that she wouldn't have time to drag her feet any more if she wanted to be on time, which she always was, so she reluctantly headed towards the shower.

Cleanliness is next to Godliness. Not that Chinami believed in God, or though that God was more important that cleaning. After making sure every inch of her was scrubbed until it sparkled, she begrudgingly put on her uniform, a small shudder running through her spine. The material was obviously cheap, it was itchy, and it was not at all fashionable. Chinami decided that she would have to order more sets, so at least she had a new one for every week. This uniform would fall apart if she washed it every night, as she had done with her previous school uniform. She sat down at her vanity and stared in the mirror, a pale and bitter reflection staring back at her. Chinami forced a cute smile and decided there was no point in trying to be nice to these people. It's not like she wanted to be their friend. Her usual stoic expression was placed back onto her face and she combed through her hair, wringing out water left from her shower. Makeup was carefully painted onto her face, and sweet floral perfume sprayed on her body. Neat and tidy as usual, Chinami was ready for her dreadful day at her new school. I have to remember to bring extra hand sanitizer. Her lips pursed and the teen looked like she had just swallowed a lemon.

In the kitchen, their butler Ueno-san was making breakfast. Even though her stomach was screaming for food, the thought of the day ahead of her curbed Chinami's hunger. "Good morning Ueno-san. How are you?" The butler looked up from his cooking and forced a smile. "Good Morning Aizawa-sama. I'm well, how are you this morning?" Chinami wanted to laugh, but instead her lips curled up in a sour smile. She knew the only reason Ueno-san was nice to her was because her father paid him to be. No one would be able to put up with her picky mannerisms and the fact that she was constantly re-cleaning everything. Money can buy almost anything. "I'm well. I'm not hungry today, I think I will just head to school." The food was probably poisoned anyways. Uneo-san stopped his cooking and stared at her a second, and plastered another smile on his face. "Ah...that's fine. Should I bring the car around then?" Chinami leaned against the wall, and nodded. Blue eyes narrowed bitterly as she watched him out the door, and she sighed. Money could buy anything, and as long as her father was paying Ueno-san she would use his as she pleased. No wonder people at school didn't like her. Not like she cared. She heard the car pull up and Chinami grumbled. Time for her first day at the germ infested hell hole.

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The school looked worse than Chinami had ever remembered. It was dingy, dusty, and definitely dirty. She grimaced as Ueno-san opened the car door, and gingerly stepped out into the open. Blue eyes scanned the area, and her nose wrinkled. There were students everywhere; hugging, holding hands, sharing drinks, coughing, sneezing, so many gross things. Why were people so disgusting? Chinami took her hand sanitizer out of her back pack and generously rubbed it on her hands. "Thank you Ueno-san. I'll see you when I get out of school." She heard the car drive away, and glanced around. Her eyes narrowed as she observed a small group of girls pointing at her and then indicating to the car that had just left. They stopped talking when they saw Chinami glare at them; what was wrong with these people? Have they never seen a girl get dropped off for school before? Yes, she was tidier than these people, and her car was fancier than their dingy bikes, but it wasn't that unusual. She rolled her eyes and stood in her place for one more moment. There was a knot forming in her stomach, and Chinami felt the need to use more hand sanitizer. She took a deep breath, and pursed her lips. Who knows what's in the air around here. Slowly she made her way toward the building.

Inside might have been worse than the outside. Chinami needed more hand sanitizer. She would have to remember to tell Ueno-san to buy another box of it; she was going to need a lot of it for the rest of the year. Blue orbs scanned the area slowly, hoping to find some sign of elegance in this mad house. There was no such thing. She did spot a few crooked "Welcome Yutaka Students!" posters and a couple kissing in the corner. Gross. More hand sanitizer. Sour and prickly as always, the human cactus made her way to her shoe locker. Chinami had hoped to spot someone familiar, but even if she had there would be little chance that they wanted to talk to her.

ooc: sorry for crappy post. i've been sick & i jut wanted to get something out ;;o no

[freyjasys]

　　　　　　　　　　　　LOCATION ▲ shoe lockers still　　　　COMPANY ▲ sakura&&kenji　　　　FEELING ▲ nonononononono
He laughed inwardly. Maybe he should be on Sakura’s side. Maybe you should play mediator, but still. That’d ruin the fun so early in the morning. And after the doctors and the nightmare fueling blonde giant, he thought he deserved some fun. At least for a bit. Like not even five minutes, a bit. Probably less actually. Probably less than a minute. Because this day was just gonna get worse. Obviously. He couldn’t even enjoy the last remark. The last wonderful teasing remark. The last thing before the nightmare came back.

"Button up your shirt you uncultured swine, this is school not your house."

That voice. Mikoto could have done without hearing it. It caused him to jump and stepped behind Sakura. Sakura could be scary when she wanted. And she’d get all the rewards later for this. Handling the giant and dealing with Yamato. Mikoto would be sure to thank her over and over. She was such a good vice president. Though he wasn’t going to mention that he was probably on the Yutaka student’s inconveniences. He doubted she’d let the slide. At least in front of said student. Yamato might not care or even say he should have been a bigger inconvenience. Speaking of...

Ah… thank you Yamato. Thank you making this so much worse. No matter how much Mikoto liked you, you should really learn to shut up. Mikoto sighed. It was time for damage control. If this could be salvaged. Probably not. This Yutaka student seemed just like the others. On his high horse. The horse should be shot down before something happened. Still, he found the humour in Yamato being called out. No don’t look at me!! he thought, panicked; shaking his head. But he was saved by the principal. Though, Mikoto doubted their over-eccentric principal was doing anything but adding fuel to the fire. No matter how well his intentions were. But the brunet didn't think Miyasagi-sensei had any good intentions with that greeting.

"You better not be in our ******** homeroom class because if you are, I'll make sure your time there will be a living hell. That's a promise."

Nonononono. s**t, s**t Say Good bye. Please do let the giant be a third year. No-- wait. Actually, as much as Mikoto wanted that, he’d more horrified if he wasn’t. A first year that tall? Oh goodness no. That’d be horrifying. That’d mean he was only going to get taller.

"Ah, yes. Forgive Himura, he’s not the easiest to get along with," again with the excuses. But really, Mikoto wasn’t the best public relations officer. He stepped from being behind Sakura, to being next to her. He brought his smile back, offering sign a of peace.

"But speaking of classes," he paused, contemplating his wording briefly, "What class are you in? Saku-san and I can take you there if you want~"

Sayno.Sayno.Sayno.Sayno.Sayno.Sayno.Sayno.Sayno.Sayno.Sayno.Sayno. Please say no. Please don’t bring Hell upon this innocent shoe locker. While waiting for an answer, he walked to the lockers directly opposite them, next to the one Yamato and Sakura had been using. Mikoto switched his shoes with the white uwabaki waiting patiently for him. He was careful to not have his back to either Sakura or the blonde giant during this. This was damage control. He couldn’t make it worse. Though that was easier said than done.

"It’s gotta be rough, coming to a new school in the middle of the year," he tried to ease the air around them. But other students would be coming soon. Hell, they were already piling in the lockers, getting ready to head to class. "And we better not dally, or it’ll get crowded with all the other students soon," he added. Because, when it got crowded, it would be crowded. It was rarely cramped with just Mazushi students, but now they’d have to make room for Yutaka students. And get used to new times. Ah the joys. He took his place next to Sakura again, gaining a bit more confidence standing next to her.



iP o c k y - hime

Amasha

[serial cereal killer]

Everything about Mazushi was dreadful; the school was unbearably shabby and inconceivably tiny and the students reflected the school. A gaggle of giggling girls had passed by her, gushing about the Yutaka males. One was heard fawning over a tall blonde one. Mizuki doubted the aforementioned Yutaka male would give her the time of the day.

She wrinkled her nose with disgust as she observed their uniform. How dreadful. She was absolutely dumbfounded how anyone could wear such things. Her servants wore nicer things than Mazushi students! Honestly, did the uniforms have to be so unpleasant? Surely the students could afford to accessorize their drabby uniforms. It would only cost a few ten thousands of yen--easily affordable. And the material! What were the uniforms made out of? That could not be good for the skin. Seeing the Mazushi uniforms gave her a new appreciation for the Yutaka uniforms.

She dearly missed Yutaka Academy now. She pulled out her phone, wishing for the familiar ring to alert her of a text message that would contain the thoroughly welcome announcement of the return of Yutaka Academy. But alas, such an event could only happen in her head. The reality was that she and her classmates were now students of Mazushi, although far superior than Mazushi students, and they would be here for quite a while. She had a half-baked idea of storming to the construction zone and whipping the workers to work until Yutaka was returned to all its former glory. But it was a half-baked ideas, and ideas should only be acted on when they were fully baked.

An odd sensation passed through Mizuki. She felt a pair of eyes on her and as she turned around, she managed to catch Saiyoko's eyes before she turned them back to her companions. The crowd of Sai-pporters was gone, or so she thought. Mizuki looked past farther and saw some parts of the crowd remained. She wondered how Saiyoko could handle being constantly watched. She herself would wilt under the pressure and constant embarrassment of being watched.

There was something in Saiyoko's eyes, as if she was beckoning her. Mizuki took a faltering step in her direction, but she changed her mind midway and stayed rooted in her spot. Her father's request rang through her mind, and she was determined to put it off for as long as possible. She had already planned an array of lies to tell of her father. While she could easily not ask Saiyoko to dinner, she was raised in such a way that she simply had to ask her. But that wasn't the only thing preventing her from approaching the girl: there was a new crowd--if three people could count as a crowd--surrounding her. Two were Yutaka students, Kenji and Katsu, but Mizuki did not have the courage to approach them.

A crash caught her attention. She immediately recognized Ren, a member of her Afternoon Traditional Tea Club. Poor girl was on the ground crying. Instantly Mizuki made a move towards her, but once again she stopped when two students approached her. Commoners! Mizuki froze and kept her distance. Where were these people coming from? Why did everyone have to be in crowds? She sighed in frustration. At least Ren was being attended to, so Mizuki's assistance wasn't required--not that she would have been any help. She always had servants to take care of any injuries, so she had never bothered to learn how to handle them.

The first bell rang on and the principal's voice rang through the PA system. Mr. Miyasaga was an interesting man. "Club Day is tomorrow afternoon. Join one, or else you're expelled." Mizuki already knew she was going to join Mazushi's Afternoon Traditional Tea Club, unaware that there was no such club because she believed there was on at every school. There was at least one bright side about attending Mazushi: she no longer had to be on student council. That is, until her father had plans for her to overthrow the current treasurer.

There was nothing else to do now except to head for class. She wondered if Mr. Miyasaga really did carry through with his multiple threats of expulsion. She turned her attention back on Saiyoko and was relieved to see that Kenji, Katsu, and the Mazushi student had left her side. Now she, all alone, was approachable. Of course that would mean Mizuki would have to accomplish the daunting task, but she was more prepared to do it, having devised a scheme during the announcement.

"Saiyoko-san," she greeted her, and vaguely commented that "Mazushi makes quite the impression." She had high doubts that she would regard the school and its student highly. It was a drastic change from their old school, and most people don't do well with changes--Mizuki being one of them. "I suppose we should head to class, lest we be expelled." Although I welcome expulsion, if it means being away from this hellhole, she thought to herself. She was a year above her, but she hoped they could walk to their new classrooms together. Her scheme was to spring the dinner invitation on Saiyoko and find salvation in her new classroom, thus saving herself from embarrassment.



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Company: Saiyoko
Location: front of Mazushi High School
OOC: I'm not good with honorifics, so please excuse me D;

also edited && sorry I didn't give you much to work with; I didn't want to god mod Saiyoko to class

[secramise]

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"What's wrong Sai? You don't want me to take your maid?" Still not my fucking maid..

"Woah, first off don’t call me cute. That’s grossly offensive."

Upon hearing the words, Saiyoko turned her head back to the girl she'd been asking help from, only slightly surprised at her answering back. The blue haired girl had only asked the student to help her find the first year classrooms. She didn't ask to have her carry around her things, didn't ask to have her as some sort of bodyguard. Just an escort to the first year classrooms. She wasn't too shocked that the brunette would tell him off for thinking that she was some sort of lackey. She listened silently, relishing every moment of it.

"Secondly I just happen to be going to the same class as her; I’m not her ******** workhorse, nor am I yours. So put the money you took from daddy’s wallet elsewhere."

When she heard the words come out of her mouth, it took quite a bit to keep her from grinning. this was turning out to be something very entertaining to the young celebrity. She knew that Katsu was her friend and that she should've been sharing the astonishment that came from having a commoner talk back to someone of the upper class, but she was enjoying this too much to do anything but stand there, listen, and pretend to look confused and concerned. She would stand by and watch where this conversation went,

"And thirdly I would break your legs in a heartbeat cause I’m not a mere commoner, so I’ll be on my way now. I’m headed to the year class."

Oh goodness, this girl was a hoot! While Saiyoko would've like to say "I'd like to see you try" in the place of Katsu, she bit her tongue and blinked, acting as if she were astonished at the threat made by the Mazushi student. It was like she had never heard anyone say anything like that before. She'd have everyone under the impression that, aside from the few lines in her script, the lovely little princess had never heard anyone threaten to bring harm to another before. She did a wonderful job in making it appear as if that was true. Seriously, why wasn't she offered more roles?

If you’re really that confused about the layout you can follow me, but if I hear anything about your money or your ******** soy latte or whatever is in that cup you can go find somebody else. I don’t want to hear any of it."

Saiyoko straightened up a little bit, a bright smile spreading across her lips and eyes that looked at the girl happily. She wasn't really that joyful about what she'd said, she was just relieved to finally have someone show her to the classroom (even if it did mean she wasn't able to talk about how she wished she could dash to M.K. and buy another caramel mocha cappuccino). She was about to follow, when all of a sudden she heard yet another voice. She looked over to see Kenji, an acquaintance who was also from Yutaka. "I think you were being very generous with what you were offering her, obviously she thinks shes too good for your money. It is silly, I’m sorry for whatever crawled up her as-" Saiyoko blinked as she watched someone bump into him. "Sorry for the shit morning, Kiyomi San. I think next time you’d be better off handling business transactions, without Ueno Kun… I’ll see you both around, I need to level the playing field a little,"

Saiyoko waved slightly and turned to follow the girl, who was now.. out of sight. Katsu was gone as well. She stood on the tips of her toes to try and pick them out in the sea of students, but she had no luck this time around. Her lips were now set in a straight line. She was totally okay, definitely fine. She clenched her jaw. Nope, totally fine, totally alright with the fact that the only person that had accepted her request for assistance was now gone. And with the announcement that the principal had made about expelling anyone who wasn't in their classrooms by second bell, Saiyoko had never been more peachy.

"Saiyoko-san,"

"That's m'name!" the blue haired teen had chirped, making sure she sounded just the teensiest bit weary to signify that she was happy but totally done. She turned and was faced with Mizuki, the first Yutaka student she'd spotted today. "Oh, hello Mizuki-san!" she beamed, glad that someone had come to her.

"Mazushi makes quite the impression."

Saiyoko sighed and nodded in agreement. "That it does. I just heard one girl threaten to break another person's legs." she said, the look in her eyes reflecting something of feigned fright. "In a heartbeat, too! I didn't know that that was possible.." she said, shaking her head and looking down at her legs. "Could it be done?" The question written on her face.

"I suppose we should head to class, lest we be expelled."

Saiyoko looked back up at Mizuki. "Oh yeah. Yeah, let's go!" she said, stepping towards their new school. Finally. As much as she'd like to be expelled and not have to deal with attending this dump, she knew that getting herself kicked out of this school was the worst thing that she could possibly do. She looked over at Mizuki. "So you know the layout pretty well, right Mizuki-san?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she moved to walk beside her.

ooc.no worries i suck at honorifics too lmao

[guac fiend]

♛ hikaru tsukino.
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I AM A KING WITHOUT A CROWNxxxxxxxBUT I WILL RECLAIM WHAT IS MINExxxxxxxA THRONE WITHOUT A KINGxxxxxxxIS NOTHING MORE BUT A CHAIR

Hikaru stared at the double chocolate-chip frappuccino that magically appeared in his hands out of nowhere. He then turned his head slowly towards his younger blonde brother, Haruki, who also magically appeared out of nowhere.

"Double chocolate chip frap. I couldn't remember what it was that you liked exactly, so I got that. You're welcome~."

Blink.

Sip.

"Drive, Sugimoto," he blandly ordered the chauffeur, taking another sip from his frappuccino. He didn't bother with thanking Haruki. It was thoughtful of him to buy drinks for the morning, but Hikaru's personal favorite was the mocha java chip. As the limousine slowly drove out of the Tsukino's household, a blizzard of thoughts rampaged through Hikaru's mind. They were about to enter a commoner's school, a society completely different from the lavish lifestyle him and his fellow peers enjoyed at Yutaka. The school must be run by a different leadership system too, with a style he would have to study and observe before making any moves.

Hikaru lightly rested his chin on his hand and stared outside the car seat window. It was too sudden of a warning for the Mazushi students to fully comprehend what it truly meant for the Yutaka students to transfer to their peaceful and humble abode. He was sure some of them didn't even have the electrical means to hear about the burning of Yutaka Academy, and quite frankly that was a disadvantage to him. It was easier to accept something when expected and he was sure those peasants didn't expect him to become their new supreme leader.

On the other hand, Haruki seemed unconditionally excited about attending the new school. He had another one of his irrational "fashion sense" fits regarding the Mazushi uniforms earlier on and vowed to do something about it, but aside from that was carefree and optimistic. It was almost sad, really, how he was so oblivious to the finer things in life...power, for one. Respect for another. His unawareness made him vulnerable, especially in such new surroundings, and Hikaru worried for him. At some point, he has to come to terms with reality.

Right as the limousine pulled into the school, Hikaru checked his iPhone for the time and casually waited for the chauffeur to open the doors for him. Haruki happily bounced out without a second thought, like a kid who just arrived at the amusement park but had to wait for his parents.

"Let's go, Hika-chan~! Mazushi isn't gonna wait for us!"

"Haruki," Hikaru addressed as he climbed out of the door. "...Do not make a fool of yourself."

Slinging his bookbag over his shoulders, he brushed passed his little brother and entered the school building. He wore his usual unapproachable, shielded expression, and it was like authority was oozing from his skin. He broke up crowds and social groups in the hallways as he walked right down the middle, students subconsciously parting ways for him to slip by. Silence followed him, and whispers followed the silence.

"Ah...it's Tsukino-sama..."

"T-that's Yutaka's student council president..."

"What in the...heck is that guy?"

'Your next king,' the blue-haired president mused to himself, heading straight for classroom 3A. Would Haruki find his way alright? He was such an idiot. Did he download a picture of Mazushi's school map like he instructed him to yesterday? That idiot.

When he arrived at the door of 3A, Hikaru swung it open carelessly and drifted to the first empty seat he saw. However, just as he approached the seat, he looked to his left and noticed a familiar shock of spiky black hair. And that track jacket. A cup of satisfaction poured into his ego; just as he predicted.

"Ah. It's you," Hikaru said curtly, eyeing down at the grumpy guy. He immediately dropped into the chair and turned away. It was the perfect seat.



xxxx`LOCATION» classroom 3Axxxxxxxxxxx`WITH» yamatoxxxxxxxxxxx`FEELING» slightly amused


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a very minor neck injury