.: Lock/Fate.GO :... [Begins]

[Bulbasaur4]

Lock/Fate.GO
A Private Invitation RP

The school of Kangjia University is a seemingly ordinary private boarding school for higher education. Being well-funded by alumni and various donators, the large and rather luxurious school has top-of-the-line facilities for all who are privileged enough to be accepted. The school is like a dream to those who have never been to such a high-caliber school- from the crystal clear swimming pool, the gourmet cafeteria to the large, plush dormitories, it seemingly has what anyone could hope for. (And perhaps more). Getting into the school is quite an accomplishment and anyone who attends is held in high regard by the town in which the school resides. While some get into the school by their excellent grades, others are allowed in by their athletic prowress, their creativity or some other "gift" that they seemingly have.

The only strict policy the school has is their policy on gender- for Kangjia University is an all-males private school. The only females to be found are the teachers or a few girls that are hired to help with cooking in the cafeteria or sorting the mail.

A new school year has begun for Kangjia University and it appears that everything will go as perfect as it normally would be. However, there is an inner darkness growing from within the school and a mysterious secret that slowly is emerging. Before the school year even began there was a mysterious attack on a student. The student survived, but the burn markings upon his skin had occured while he was in a park just outside the school. The boy himself was unable to identify how he had even gotten them... claiming he thought there were "monsters".

The council sent him home for the school year, but already the tone upon the wind feels quite different than last year...


Since this RPG is just for fun and has a rather carefree attitude about it, here are some things that I want yah all to know!


~ Double posting is fine, even triple posting.
Since there are only a few of us, if you get bored and want to post again- even a post that doesn't have anything to do with your PCs, then go ahead! Don't edit your post, because then we won't see that you've posted again, plus it helps differentiate things.
~ We're all decent posters, so feel free to take control of other PCs.
You know what I mean by this. If you're interacting with another PC, feel free to play them out. We're all smart enough to play other characters and keep them "in character". And if we make a mistake, we're mature enough to point it out!
~ Invites are allowed
If you want to extend an invite into this RPG to another RPer you know would be interested, go ahead. You don't need to check with me.
~ RWAR

CAST

Child's Name (Animal) - Element [Taken By]
Kagutsuchi (Phoenix) - Techigai |||Kurama, Ushiwaka [Dr.McNinja]
Duran (Wolf) - Plasma Stream Bazooka||| Suzuki Kenji [Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]
Miroku (Armor) - Obsidian Sword||| Tai, Yuuto [Bulbasaur4]
Gakutenou (Dog/Scorpion) - Poleaxe||| Kuroda, Masahiro[Bulbasaur4]
Julia (Spider) - Bow/Arrow ||| Surishino Hikari [EngiMatikul]
Diana (Plant/Insect) - Mirrors |||Fukawa Jinnai[classy_cat18]
Vlas (Unicorn) - Threadclaws |||?????? [Dr. McNinja]
Kiyohime (Serpent/Squid) - Chain Spear |||Hikimaru Jun [Weasel Overlord]
Yatagarasu (Crow) - Flute |||Sato Akihiko [Weasel Overlord]
Gennai (Toad) - bokutou||| Kinoshita Tetsuya [Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]
Kazahana (Demon) - Scythe||| Suzuro, Kai [classy_cat18]
Harry (Tiger) - Dual Tonfas||| Soujiro, Hasegawa [Bulbasaur4]

"Normal" NPCS
Tomohisa, Ootani - Twin Brother of Yumi - Bulbie's Creation
Tomohisa, Yumi - Twin Brother of Ootani - Bulbie's Creation
Raki Ayaka - Girlfriend of Suzuro, Kai - Classy's Creation
Ishikawa Hiko - Weasel's Creation
Surishino, Ayami - Mother of Hikari - Engi's Creation


School Uniforms

The uniforms look like so: HERE. Except instead of that yellow color, they're blue. You can modify your uniform how you want though. :3

Alright, it begins! The setting is about a month or so into the school year, with a few rumored things about 'attacks'. You can decide if your HiME guy's powers have already been discovered or not. If there are any questions, we have our lounge topic! OH and to access a player's profile, just click on their name in the cast list. I have provided it for you! BWHAHAHAH. Anywho, let us begin!



A month or so into the school year...

Tai, Yuuto
[ 4th Year Student | Currently in Japanese History ]

Yuuto drummed his fingers absently against his desk as he listened to Hikamaru-sensei give his lecture. Of course, Yuuto wasn't exactly sure if the class could say they had lectures- the enthusiasm which Hikarmaru-sensei showed certaintly made the class feel like it wasn't a lecture. Still, despite the enthusiasm, it was only enough to keep Yuuto awake. History was not his best subject and Yuuto believed that since he was born, he was cursed with the inability to remember things such as dates, names and important events.

After this class, there would be lunch and then following another class- Chemistry, with Suzuki-sensei. THAT was a class that Yuuto had to be careful not to fall asleep in. It wasn't that he was bad, it was just usually the class was during the time of day that Yuuto's body told him "sleeeeep." It wasn't a good thing and in fact, Yuuto worried that one of the days he'd fall asleep while attempting some very serious chemical experiments or something of that sort. It didn't help that the class was after lunch either. Usually at lunch he saw Hikari-san, which now a days made Yuuto incredibly nervous, silent and lacking confidence.

Yuuto hated such emotions as lacking confidence- the very key ingredient to his Kendo practices.

At least today's practice was supposed to be a very strenous one... something that he could push himself to the brink of pain, sweat and exhaustion so that he could forget his earlier experiences. Yuuto wasn't sure why, but for some reason everyday was an "experience."

"Alright, class dismissed." Hikamaru-sensei announced, as the class period ended and lunch would begin. With a stretch, Yuuto stood up and scratched the back of his head. Oi, lunch... here it goes.

Kuroda, Masahiro
[ 2nd Year Student | Currently in some random class ]

Masahiro growled absently, peering madly at none other than Tomohisa Ootani. The two had been at ends with each other since enrolling into the school. Masahiro claimed that it was purely all Ootani's fault, where Ootani simply stated that Masahiro was so gay that Ootani felt violated. Neither was true, or perhaps they both were partially true. Upon their first class assignment, Ootani offered to join with Masahiro. Masahiro was delighted, thinking he had found himself a friend to which to love, cherish, dote upon and proclaim their greatness through out the entire school year.

Yes, perhaps there were a few hugs and enthusiastic hand tuggings which Ootani was not fond of in the least bit- but violated, Masahiro would proclaim was a stretch. Upon the end of the first week of their official "friendship," Ootani had devoured and destroyed it. In front of the entire classroom, Ootani's gaze was narrowed upon Masahiro as he proclaimed him, "too boring" and then shunned Masahiro for the rest of their first year.

The hatred between the two had magnified, at least on Masahiro's end.

"Yo Masahiro-san, you have a problem?" Ootani sneered, turning around to face Masahiro while remaining in his desk.

"Tomohisa-san, I do not have a problem. They merely exist in front of me like weeds." Ootani rolled his eyes and turned around, attempting to perhaps ignore the laser gaze aimed at his head.

"Baah... lunch, I can't wait for lunch." Masahiro whined inwardly, scribbling absently on a piece of paper. It was there that Masahiro could gaze at the lovely older students and even converse with them. One in particular, Aki, was a wonderous enjoyment. Perhaps it was his wonderfully charming aura (or charming to Masahiro) or that delicious longer softened charcoal hair. Either way, the thought was enough to send Masahiro into a delightful daydream to pass the time and ignore Ootani and his spawn brother, Yumi.

Soujiro, Hasegawa
[ Nurse Mode (Type A Personality) | Currently in Nurse's Office ]

Hasegawa hummed lightly as he held his clipboard against his chest and looked up at the ceiling, pondering. A student sat across from him, upon an examination table that had a white paper sheet over it and crinkled loudly whenever he moved. The student looked nervous, glancing about at the perfectly clean, white and orderly room that smelled powerfully of disinfectant with a hint of jasmine after smell.

"I believe that you have nothing to worry about, unless of course you cut yourself horribly in an accident or perhaps on purpose, ne?" Gawa-sensei's blue eyes suddenly narrowed as he stared at the student, who shuffled quite uncomfortably. The suffocating gaze was enough to cause the student to perspire slightly, as he shook his head.

"Never, Soujiro-sensei..." He squeaked.

"OH well good, because that'd be horribly silly. A nice boy like yourself has nothing to worry about then! Just don't bleed everywhere, alright?" Gawa-sensei laughed, but his laugh was awkward and seemed just a bit too cold, a bit too perfectly timed- easily compared to a booming clock at midnight.

"S-so may I go, s-sensei?"

"Of course, here, take this with you." Hasegawa turned around and cleanly ripped a piece of paper from his preprinted pad and wrote out a permission slip for the boy. "Have a nice day." He said with a nod, handing the paper over and watching the student flee.

"Oi, I don't know why he seemed to scared... perhaps I should be using the lilac scented wipes." Gawa shrugged to himself, getting up and tearing off the white paper from the examination table. Quickly he snagged a disinfectant wipe and rubbed the table down and then reattached a fresh sheet of paper.

"Ano... " A voice announced from behind him, causing Hasegawa to turn around swiftly.

"Yes?"

[Dr.McNinja]

Kurama Ushiwaka
[3rd Year Student/Fantastically Fountain Frolicking]

It was a wonderful day!

Class had passed like a breeze! Mostly because Ushi had spent most of it doodling pictures of his favorite character from the latest popular anime. Oh how his lavender eyes were like deep pools into the caged bird of his soul! Of course, Ushi was not foolish enough to truly fall for some random anime man, no of course not! At least he wouldn’t admit as such in public.

Currently however Ushi was busying himself with balancing on the edge of the fountain at the rough center of the school. Around and around he went, laughing merrily as he lost and re-found his balance. He supposed he should go eat sometime, or get back to work on those expenditure reports for the student council (really, he had never seen so many zeros before, how did they expect him to get them done in just four days?) but for now the quest around the fountain was far to interesting to be drawn away right now. Just one more….

“Well, and here I got over my frolicking little girl phase back in kindergarten.”

The voice, a voice Ushi would have recognized if he was not so particularly startled by it, sent a jolt through the youth’s step. One foot skittered off the stone, two arms flailed wildly, and as Ushi fell with a high-pitched yelp one hand grabbed hold of the only grabbable thing it could find. A second yelp joined the first as Masahiro, Ushi’s hand firmly locked around his collar, was pulled into the pouring water of the fountain along with him.

Needless to say Ushi was far more amused by the predicament than Masahiro. After a second shivering in the coldly pouring water, Ushi laughed merrily and threw back his head, sending his long white hair which had come undone in the fall flipping backwards, small drops of water separating from it to hang impossible in the air. One might have even expected a layer of colored smoke to appear behind him as the droplets caught the light and sparkled impossibly bright. Later, one student would swear that time slowed at that moment but as soon as it had happened it passed and Ushi went busily to work fixing his hair back into its intricate tie. As he worked, Masahiro spoke indignantly.

“Kurama you idiot! Aren’t Student Council members supposed to be, I don’t know, responsible? Or at least not going around making fools of themselves?”

Finishing his job Ushi hauled himself soaking wet out of the fountain. Turning to Masahiro he held out a hand and flashed him a wink, “You’re only foolish if you feel that way! Otherwise you’re just having fun! C’mon, don’t just sit there in the water, let’s go to lunch.”

Masahiro glared at the oblivious Ushi before he hauled himself, ponintedly without accepting Ushi’s help, out of the fountain. With a sigh he wringed out his jacket as best he could, resigning himself to spending the rest of the day soaked to the bone.

“Oh! We could go dry off in the Locker Room before we eat if you want, you look positively miserable!”

A brief image of him and Ushi in the same locker room, towels wrapped around their waists, their hands running through their dripping hair flashed through Masahiro’s mind (as well as in those of a few of the more imaginative boys passing by who heard the comment) but with great control he restrained himself to barely an eye twitch and a brief, “No…just…no.”

Ushi watched Masahiro stalk away with a slightly miffed look on his face, “Well then, enjoy sitting on a wet butt all day I’M going to go dry off.”

And he went off and did just that.



Tag anyone who wants to meet him on the way/in the locker room/when he gets to lunch.

[classy_cat18]

Kai Suzuro
3rd year student / In English class

"Suzuro, would you please translate the last paragraph?"

I nodded and stood to begin when the teacher stopped me with a raised hand. "Gomen ne, it's time for lunch. I can't deprive my students of nourishment."

Everyone seemed to stand at the same time before not-so-calmly walking through the door. English, after all, wasn't a very interesting subject. I carried my things out the classroom and enjoyed a few seconds of fresh air, then raised my books high enough to avoid getting them soaked as a wet Masahiro glomped me. "I'm not Aki, you know," I informed the boy.

"I knew that twenty seconds ago!" he replied cheerfully as he pulled away. "It's part of my brilliant plan."

"And what plan has my clothes getting wet and cold?"

A wicked grin appeared on his face. "Any minute now the witch that has ensnared you will see us both wet, with my arms around your waist. She'll furiously ask you what we were up to and I'll say--" I covered his mouth before he blurted out the intimate details of his story to any innocent ears. "She'll get even more furious and find another fool to sink her claws into! It's foolproof!"

I smiled at his evil laugh. "It would've been even more foolproof if you have had taken a picture. She's not here."

"I have that covered," someone smugly said from behind me. Jinnai wrapped an arm around my shoulder and held up his cell phone, showing me a clear picture of Masahiro and me in the same pose he was scheming about. "I'm sure your dear Ayaka will appreciate this loving scene."

Despite my slightly nervous feeling, I kept calm. "Isn't that Yuuto going around the corner?" I casually asked while pointing to a student walking away.

Jinnai yelped and dropped the cell phone as he broke away from me. I picked it off the ground and deleted the picture. "That wasn't him!" he exclaimed angrily, his face red.

"Forgive me. Must've been someone else." I handed him the cell and walked off with my wet jacket over my shoulder.

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

Just a set-up for future posts of mine:

Suzuki Kenji
the previous evening
"the moon, the stars, - and me"

First of all, there was beer.

"Aahhh, Tokichiro, today was a bad day..."

"You say that every day. If you're going to whine a lot, pass me the bottle. I'll need it more than you. God, Kenji. I don't get half as much action as you and I'm the yakuza."

"As if you get homos joining the yakuza. As if you wanted homos joining the yakuza. I tell you, this school, it's overrun with them, even the bloody teachers, there's this one gaijin calling himself Hasegawa that's really scary, and you sent me there, is it a punishment your wife thought up for me, huh?"

There was a pause. "Um-"

"That woman has got you by the damn balls."

"I'm not denying it - shhh, she might be listening-"

"So what is she now, a ninja-"

"I don't know, she knew all about me and Chacha and I swear there was nobody else in the room-"

"Oh wow, Chacha? She was a good lay."

"I know. Let's go back to talking about your homos, okay? I still hurt where the wife punched me in the stomach and I don't really want a repeat performance."

At this point Kenji requested an upgrade from beer to awamori, he said he couldn't bear the thought of facing the truth of what happened earlier that day without prior reinforcement.

"So there was this cute little thing with pink hair, being menaced by a posse of the aforementioned homos, although I didn't know they were homos at the time."

"...I can see where this is going. Is it the same as the Nagasada incident. It is, isn't it."

"Shut up. You thought Nagasada was pretty too."

"Yes, but I didn't hit on him."

"Because I got there first."

"Because he belonged - belongs - to my ex-kumicho. But okay, fine, you got there first. If thinking that makes you happy."

"Don't be so petty, Tokichiro."

"Don't digress from your topic, Kenji."

"All right, but you know the rest, since you know what happened with Nagasada, don't you?"

"So tell me what made the scales fall from your eyes."

"Well, he told me, and I checked the class register."

"That's relatively painless. You know. Compared to, you know, Nagasada pulling his giant nodachi on you."

"Yeah, but this guy, this Hikari-"

"Oh no, not Hikari Surishino...?"

"Oh, so you know each other? You try pulling something on him before, is that it?"

"No, he's my nephew."

"Nephews everywhere. The proliferation of Kinoshitas, set to take over Japan some time in the near future."

"No relation to our bratty ward. This Hikari happens to be the son of the sister of my wife."

"Anyway, what I just told you happened about a week ago. Today Hikari Surishino comes up to me and says he wants to learn how to be a man, and could I please teach him, and he says it clasping his little hands like a damn girl."

"How very flattering for you."

"And then he says it's because he wants to prove himself worthy of a girl."

"Natural, very natural. They're at that age, after all."

"You'll never guess who the girl is."

"Stands to reason I wouldn't, me not having access to bevies of attractive young schoolgirls, unlike a certain someone I could name-"

"It's Tama Hosokawa. THE Tama Hosokawa."

Here Tokichiro snorted a good deal of shochu out through his nose.

"Hah, I thought that'd wipe that contemptuous smirk off your face. Tama Hosokawa strikes again!"

"Hosokawa senior'll go spare. Not that he doesn't already hate your guts."

"And on top of all this I think the brat's in love."

"Hosokawa, the jailbait, the other type of jailbait, my wife. Not good. Oh god."

"He's started crooning in the shower when he thinks I'm not listening."

"It'll be worse than all the shootouts we ever had to endure when we were chinpira. Oh god."

"We shall be needing more alcohol."

"Go ahead, Suzuken, my man - haha, Suzuken. Put it all on my tab. Let's go to town before the shit, having hit the fan, begins to spread."

[EngiMatikul]

I will be posting NPC for Hikari's mother later.

Surishino Hikari::3rd Year Student ::7:10 AM
=====
Bright and early as the morning can be, a youthful maiden was in preparation for school. ...Or at least one would like to say, were it not for the fact that the maiden was not a maiden at all. Hikari, somewhat sleepy eyed, emerged out of his pinked laced bed and prepared himself for school, wearing an appropriately male school uniform outfit while attaching not-so-appropriately a flower hairpin to go along with it. Hikari spun around and checked in the mirror to see how he appeared.
...Not quite as cute as a skirt, he thought. Nononono, wrong! I'm a guy I should dress like this!
Relinquishing his doubts he went downstairs to have breakfast with his mother. As he came over to the table, Surishino-san gave her son a disapproving look, mumbling something to the extent of skirts looking so much better, before she told him, "Hosakawa-chan called not too long ago... She's on her way here so finish up quickly, okay?" She gave a look that appeared to be a heartwarming smile to Hikari but possibly judged to be a bit more creepy to others.
"Ah..." Hikari blushed. His mind raced for a while, thinking of what he should say and talk about when they were to meet. Fueled by his ambitions to see her, he finished his meal in no time and left out the door to meet his alleged friend.
"...Don't forget your bento, dear!"
... went back to get his lunch, then went back out the door to meet his alleged friend.
-----12:03 PM------
The trip to school passed by quite uneventfully. In general, this was a good thing, having had a few cases of unwanted harassment the first couple of times when he went to school, alone. Nowadays his mom and some of her connections have decided that, at least partway to school, he should walk with Tama-chan since it seems (actually rather miraculously) that nothing ever happens when Tama-chan was around. And in fact, nothing ever did happen whenever Hikari was around Tama-chan. It made him feel so safe, so comfortable around her... not only that, but she was always so friendly and nice, too...
"!"
Hikari snapped back to reality after seeing one of his good friends Yuuto-senpai walk out of class, ready to head for lunch.
"Ahhhh~! Yuuto-senpai!!!" Hikari walked up to him with a bright smile on his face. Yuuto-kun, on the other hand, seemed to appear more... anxious? Is what Hikari thought. Hikari wondered why for a second, then figured it wasn't his business.
"SoSo, are we eating lunch together again~?"
"...Ye-yeah, sure..." Yuuto-senpai looked away and shrugged.
"Great! You know I tried making these sausages yesterday but their shape didn't turn out the way I liked them to be..."
Hikari was, as if it weren't obvious, happy. Ever since Yuuto-senpai had rescued him from a group of men last year, when Hikari transferred into the school, Hikari would get a feeling of security around him... ah, if only he could be as strong-willed as his noble senpai...

"Hey. You."
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[Weasel Overlord]

-Sato Akihiko-

in J-history

Japanese History. Normally, Aki thought, it would be the most boring subject in the entirety of history. Hah, history. Every other teacher he’d ever had had stamped this view into his heart and mind, albeit unintentionally.

It wasn’t until JH started being taught by one Hikimaru Jun that Aki’s interest, well, started sitting up and paying attention. It wasn’t often that someone with such a nice arse was a teacher. And it certainly wasn’t usual for someone with a nice arse like Hikimaru-sensei’s to bend down in front of Akihiko the groper. Lately, it was all that Aki could do not to purr as Hikimaru-sensei walked past him with that completely unintentional sexy walk. It took every millimetre of Aki’s self-control (which was tenuous at best) to stop himself groping Hikimaru-sensei’s arse as he bent over another student’s desk.

It wasn’t Aki’s fault. Hikimaru-sensei was so tall that his crotch was basically at eye-level when he was sat down, so of course he had to bend over to talk to students. Of course he did. No-one appreciated this fact more than Akihiko. But the pressure of, well, of not doing anything about it was beginning to get to him.

He looked down at his work with a sigh. The page had a tiny doodle in one corner of two stickmen in compromising positions. Next to it was a tiny heart, and next to that a badly-done picture of what was supposed to be Hikimaru-sensei’s backside. Mmf.

He stared at the drawings intently, drawing equal stares from classmates around him until, one by one, everyone stopped talking among themselves and watched the unfolding scene interestedly. Aki, suddenly aware of smothering silence, looked up into Hikimaru-sensei’s crotch.

He grinned, slowly, savouring the view, before his happiness was abruptly cut short by the arrival of Hikimaru-sensei’s hand on his work. He jumped a little, embarrassingly enough, and looked up at sensei’s disapproving face.

“Class isn’t for doodles, Sato-san. No matter how,” he picked up the culprit paper. “Interesting they are. If you don’t attend to your studies, I’ll have to give you extra tutoring.”

Extra tutoring. The words ran across Aki’s mind like a beacon of hope and amazingness. Extra tutoring. Extra tutoring. Extra tutoring. By Hikimaru-sensei.

“Are you listening to me, Sato-san?”

“Sorry Hikimaru-sensei, I am listening. I finished the work, that’s why I was doodling.”

“An entirely different exercise was set in the time you were drawing, Sato-san.” Someone laughed from the back of the class, and Aki turned an unattractive shade of red.

“Sorry Hikimaru-sensei.”

“You can have extra homework for this, okay?”

“Yes, sensei.” Aki wrung his hands together under the table. It was so tempting just to ask for extra tutoring… maybe if he didn’t do the homework. Yeah, that’s it.

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

Sorry for jumps in tenses, OOCs, etcetera. Tag... people.

Incidentally, font size 1 is Hikari speaking.

Kinoshita Tetsuya
1st year, lunchtime
"Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound."

There are a lot of things that Tetsuya doesn't like: there is no short list and no short way of listing them. He used to not like his stature but reconciled that by training hard in the dojo till even the seasoned veterans of the manly and copious sweat-glands acknowledged him; he used to abhor the very innards of the members of his adoptive family until recently when he began to admire the wife of his uncle for the way she handled his uncle, as Kenji Suzuki so expressively put it, "got him by the damn balls"; he used to chafe under the upper-class atmosphere of Kangjia until he met Her - but that's a love story; presently we'll get to the love story.

Among things he doesn't like and do not require 'used to' to be appended to them: he dislikes Kenji Suzuki, Kenji Suzuki's habit of blowing smoke in his face, his casual way with women, Kenji Suzuki coming home at four in the a. m. passed out dead drunk sometimes with Tokichirou Kinoshita in tow, which had happened for the nth time that very morning; he dislikes the ban imposed on him that cuts him off from the exciting, breath-giddying (in Tetsuya's mind, that is; there was no illusion about this in the minds of the older men) Underworld; he dislikes -

Yuuto Tai sitting tete-a-tete with Her. At lunchtime. Not a picture.

*

Tetsuya, in older, badder days (i.e. approximately three months ago) had often been called 'the mad dog' by the denizens of his former school. Part of this surfaced from his violent fits of anger. He could be provoked at the drop of a hat, in those days. Now, the fact that he wears a collar around his neck does not entirely mean that he has accepted this name and forgotten his ways. It just means that he thinks that it looked rebellious and punkish and intimidating - hold on, I'm drivelling now, I was speaking of Yuuto, the love story and mad dogs.

You mustn't think that Tetsuya is stupid. Being childish is not the same as being stupid; Tetsuya is intelligent in some ways that he himself does not notice. In later years when the furore of the fight in his pariah blood dies down, he will be hailed as brilliant, far-sighted, a genius even. It's just that, right now, immaturity outweighs vision. Give him time. He'll grow.

Maybe.

It so happened that Tetsuya, having lived for roughly fifteen years and two months ridiculing the concept of love at first sight, fell victim to the capricious whims of Fate and Destiny and etcetera, and fell in love at first sight with Hikari Surishino, the cute, the pink-haired, the very lovely - and at some point this will penetrate through the stubborn walls of Tetsuya's juvenile brain, but not for a good while yet - man.

Yuuto was his senior in school, in kendo, and in mentality. He was also more of a gentleman, being softer-spoken (anyone was softer-spoken than Tetsuya). They had both gotten Hikari out of Predicaments in one way or another, and thus claimed acquaintance with him. Not surprisingly, Hikari preferred the company of the older boy. Tetsuya was wont to be a tad too eager to please, rather too confrontational, and quite prone to snapping at people who so much as looked at Hikari. Possibly the one thing Tetsuya had over Yuuto was recognition of and honesty of emotions towards their choice of future mate.

As the reasoning of mad dogs went, Yuuto was objectionable because Yuuto was recognised as a potential Rival, and a Rival who was Winning, no less. Also - he'd not had a decent fight or feud for far too long.

*

Tetsuya sticks his pugnacious chin into the middle of the tete-a-tete. Hikari shrinks away from him, instinctively. "Hey. You."

Yuuto frowns. An unpleasant addition to the circle of diners, he thinks, although not in so many words. "What."

"I wanted to sit with Hikari today. Everyday."

"No one's stopping you. There's a chair right there."

Tetsuya ignores this, as he ignores most things that he does not wish to hear, and goes straight to the point. "Are you dating her?"

Yuuto chokes mid-bite, turns a fetching shade of crimson. "Wh-wh-wh-what-"

"I'm not-"

"I said. Are. You. Dating. Her. You. Blithering. Idiot."

It takes some time before Yuuto manages to swallow, because his throat isn't working the way it's used to, it now going hic-hic-hic and alternately sputter-sputter-sputter instead of the old, reliable chew-gulp-okaywhat's next, but when he does, he answers: "Certainly not - uh - I mean - ye - no no no."

"You've got it all wrong-"

Tetsuya's eyes gleam. His teeth show themselves in a savage, splendid grin. "Good."

"..'m a boy..."

His composure regained, Yuuto narrows his eyes. "Are you challenging me to a fight?"

"Got it right first time, genius."

Hikari sighs.

[classy_cat18]

I'm bored, need some interaction, please don't shoot me.

Fukawa Jinnai / 4th Year
Suzuro Kai / 3rd Year
Currently watching Tetsuya vs. Yuuto

"Look at him. How can such a perfect man choose an undeserving brat like that?" Jinnai complained while staring at his crush.

"Why don't you ask Kai since he's facing the same problem?" Masahiro joked.

"I'd rather go through a lunch without you two speaking ill of my girlfriend," Kai spoke cooly.

Kai had reached the lunchroom with dry clothes in time to see an interesting predicament, although he had no idea what was going on. It began with silent observation while a punkish student approached a very feminine boy and his date. Then it quickly turned ugly. Something had to be done before a fight broke out.

Luckily Jinnai was thinking the same way even though it was for a different reason. "Isn't that Tetsuya? What is he doing to my Yuuto? If he needs someone to pick on..."

"Going to play Prince Charming?" Kai asked.

"Someone needs to!"

Both Kai and Masahiro watched him with curious looks as he stood and went over to the three troublemakers, but surprisingly sat down in front of the girly boy. "My my, your boyfriend certainly got himself into a mess." Jinnai commented lightly. Three red faces shot looks at him.

Meanwhile the two realized what he had gotten himself into. "Do you think he can solve this without getting himself knocked out?" Masahiro asked Kai.

"Dunno. He's tougher than he looks." He turned to another freshman and pointed to his kendo stick. "May I borrow that?"

The attention that Jinnai gave to the boy (whom the kendo freshman named Hikari) effectively turned Tetsuya's attention from Yuuto, which was Jinnai's intentions. Unfortunately, he had nothing planned beyond that point.

"And what are you doing?" Tetsuya roared.

"Go away," Jinnai commanded. "You're fouling my air with your breath."

"This is none of your business!"

He hesitated before retorting with, "You're bothering my Yuuto so it is my business."

No one noticed Kai walking toward them until Tetsuya felt the kendo stick connect with the back of his head, just giving him a hard poke. "You're too noisy, brat," Kai said with a slightly miffed look. "You should either wait until after school to resolve this bickering or we can go outside and solve it now."

"I didn't need assistance," Jinnai groaned.

"I just want him to shut up."

[Bulbasaur4]

Tai, Yuuto
[ 4th Year student | Currently at lunch ]

Yuuto had been trying to enjoy a nice, calm, pleasant afternoon lunch. Of course, sitting next to Hikari made the 'calm' part of that difficult- Yuuto for some reason, still could not regain his outer stone-faced confidence around her-err, him. While it had still been a bit since Yuuto had learned that he was a she, Yuuto still could not act as he should. He wasn't quite sure if it was because he had feelings for a girl-who-was-really-a-guy or for some other mystical reason. Whatever it was, Yuuto was determined to get his confidence back. It wasn't like he liked Hikari anymore, anyway- at least, not in the same sense that he did a month or so ago. It was impossible. Guys should like pretty, delicate girls and Yuuto definately was one of those types.

But the lunch seemed doomed from the start. Hikari was sitting an inch closer than normal, Yuuto had noticed this finer detail, and not only that but then some younger kid was loudly challenging Yuuto to a fight. A fight over a gir-er, over Hikari, none the less.

The kid was annoying, Yuuto definitely would give the rumors some definite credit for their description of him. Kinoshita Tetsuya was definitely easily described as annoying, and Yuuto knew him a bit from kendo. Of course, Yuuto had never really talked to Kinoshita-san; being that in Kendo, Yuuto gave orders and just pointers rather than anything else. Yet now, here he was getting challenged to a fight. Not only was he getting challenged to a fight, but Yuuto couldn't help but feel that the ending remarks in Kinoshita-san's speech were insulting Yuuto's intelligence.

THAT made Yuuto even more uncomfortable and rather very, very agitated. Yuuto was not known for having book smarts, although he made up for his lack of talent with special studying sessions and agonizing hours of studying so that he could make a fairly decent grade. Yuuto knew that he hadn't talent for studies, which was why he applied kendo practices to school work- practice, practice, practice and stubbornly never give up.

The lunch further doomed itself, when Fukawa Jinnai stepped in. Yuuto knew Jinnai fairly well through interactions and what-not and Yuuto was hoping Jinnai would save him from the situation. Perhaps, in a way, Jinnai did that... but it came with the price. Yuuto had been owned, apparently by Jinnai. The phrase repeated in Yuuto's head over and over again.
"...my Yuuto..."

After it had played in his head over and over again for about the length of the retorting conversation, Yuuto swiftly shoveled the rest of his food in his mouth and stood up rather abruptly. This was enough to silence all conversation, as Yuuto nodded to everyone.

"Forgive me Hikari, I must get to class early." It was a lie, but Yuuto's solid voice did well to cover it. His stone gaze then turned to Jinnai. "Thank you Jinnai-san for your concern..." Yuuto grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder and then took a few steps away before pausing for a moment.

Without gazing back, he said rather quietly but audible enough for all in the party to hear.

"Kinoshita-san, I will spar you at practice today." Then Yuuto was gone, calmly walking away and brushing against Kurama-san's shoulder as the Student Counsel Treasurer seemed to come back from a shower.

Kuroda, Masahiro
[ 2nd Year | Currently in cafeteria for lunch ]

Masahiro watched everything from the sideline, a bemused look upon his face. After Yuuto had left, Masahiro decided this was an excellent time to make an entrance- that is, until he saw Kurama-san walking into the lunch with a rather confident stride. His aura was so demanding that every male in eye shot took a pause to look and smile in the counsel member's direction, before continuing what they were doing.

Masahiro could have been steaming at that point, his face red with slight anger. Swiftly he marched over to Kai and Jinnai, glowering all the way.

"Let's go." He snarled.

"Masahiro-" Kai began, caught a bit off guard but soon he and Jinnai both saw Kurama-san as well and gave the same pause that everyone else did. Masahiro growled again and like an angry terrier dog, piped up.

"Stop looking at him dammit and let's get out of here!" It was less of an order and more of an angry, decisive plea.

"I don't know.... this could be amusing." Kai smirked, giving a sideways glance to Jinnai who nodded, although Jinnai seemed a b it distracted by his own thoughts.

"Hey idiots, mind moving away from our table?" The brat snarled, and Masahiro whirled around with a fiery look in his eyes.

"Hey you, brat. Watch who you're calling an idiot and keep in mind who you're talking to. I have so many connections in this school that I could make your life more miserable than it already seems to be. "

If there was a retort, Masahiro didn't hear of it because he simply snagged Kai's arm and dragged him off. Of course, Masahiro had no clue to where he was going to go but naturally he assumed that it would come to him and Jinnai perhaps would tag along.

"Maybe if I'm lucky... I'll see Aki..." Masahiro muttered to himself quietly.

[Dr.McNinja]

Ah, was there anything better than a nice hot shower in the middle of the afternoon? Ushi thought for a moment and concluded that yes, yes there were several things better, however that did not reduce the clean happy feeling that the youth felt as he entered the lunchroom. Now for some lunch!

Yuuto passed Ushi, a dour look on his face. As the breeze from the departing student’s wake fluttered his hair a bit, Ushi grinned. Lunch could wait.

“Yuuto! Yuuto!”

Yuuto closed his eyes for a second, pondering continuing on his way. That voice was too familiar for him to mistake it and he really wasn’t in the mood right now. Against his better judgment he turned instead and nodded, “Kurama.”

Ushi skidded to a stop in front of Yuuto, his grin practically splitting his face in half, “Yuuto! I wanted to talk to you!”

Yuuto’s stomach sank slightly, “Don’t you need to eat lunch or something before class?”

The bright youth seemed taken aback for a second by the question. Then, his grin only widened, somehow, and a hand dove into a pocket. Emerging, Ushi stuck the squid-head on a stick clenched in his hands into his mouth for a second, gnawing at the cephalopod with copious enthusiasm. Yuuto raised an eyebrow, “Where…did that come from?”

Ushi removed the squid-head and chuckled, “Just in case you know! Anyway, I wanted to talk to you, yes….you’re sort of poor right?”

Greenish-yellow eyes narrowed and his voice, when it emerged, was tinged with a low growl, “Why do you care?”

Completely oblivious to Yuuto’s sudden change in personality Ushi crossed his hands, the squid-head hanging dangerously from his fingers, and put on a thoughtful expression, “Well you see…the financial reports for this semester are more of a pain than usual. Some dope not only mislabeled our new sources of funding but there was an unfortunate miso-related accident with our receipt collection meaning I’m having to work totally off of our hand-written collection. But that’s beyond the point! I was asking because you’ve probably had to keep track of your money all your life and if I’m going to get this thing done by the festival I’m going to need some help, and I don’t think there’s half a dozen people in this school who’ve ever had to think about where their money’s been coming from and probably wouldn’t even know what to do with a Subsidy 451-3 form even if I gave them an itemized requisition A4 form!”

As Ushi giggled at his own joke, Yuuto took the next minutes or so deciphering his speech. It was equal parts nonsense, logic, a surprising amount of technical knowledge, rambling, and surprisingly a good reason for his less-than-tactful question. As the white-haired youth’s laughter trailed away, Yuuto just stared, just beginning to try to formulate an answer having deciphered the barrage of words just moment’s before. He was unable too however as Ushi gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder with his squid-head and winked, “If you’re busy I understand, your sticky-swordfighting thing probably takes a lot of practice and I’m sure someone as good as you is always working on it. If you decide you’ve got the time just let me know okay?!”

Yuuto was stuck now trying to respond to two diatribes as Ushi stared at him, sucking merrily on his squid-head.

[classy_cat18]

Suzuro Kai / 3rd Year
Currently being dragged by Masahiro

"Any reason why you wanted me to come along?" Jinnai asked us as we rushed around the school campus. I was thinking the same thing but I kept silent since I had nothing better to do at the moment.

"I don't want you to be influenced by him," Masahiro said in a low voice.

Jinnai rolled his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with him. In fact, I think he's kind of cute."

Uh oh. Here it comes.

Masahiro stopped in his tracks and looked at Jinnai with sad puppy eyes. "You think he's cute? You've never said that about me!" he whined.

"That's because it doesn't need to be said," I assured him as I patted his head. "Your cuteness is so obvious that it glows from you."

"Really?" He sniffled and smiled at me.

I nudged Jinnai and he nodded in approval although he didn't say anything. "I need to be alone for a while. You two go on ahead."

They walked off and I went off in another direction, going to the music room. The grand piano in one corner of the room was free. I used it to relax and think during my free time. As my fingers played Fur Elise on the ebony and ivory keys, my mind wandered to other thoughts. Jinnai is stuck on Yuuto, but Yuuto didn't seem too happy with his forwardness. And that feminine boy...Hikari, I believe his name is...

I stopped playing for a minute. Ayaka wants me to help her shop for a dress today. What was it for again? Her friend's birthday party? Didn't I do that two weeks ago? I'll probably need a loan from Jinnai again. Which means another round of jokes.

"Maybe I should start looking for someone else..." I shook my head to clear it. "I've been listening to Masahiro too long."

I went back to playing, this time another song. "Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars..." I softly sung to myself.

Thump!

My head snapped to the door. "Who's there?"

Tag anyone!

[Emotional Faun Chiko-sai]

durr wrote this when I was supposed to be writing something else *is guilty*. Lame place to leave off a post, but D:.

Suzuki Kenji
nth year, bed, teacher's lounge (after the asterisk)
If I should die before I wake

Tokichiro awoke in a state of some discomfort. His breathing processes appeared to be hampered. Further inspection through sight (bleary) and rationalization (sluggish) revealed that this was due to an overproliferation of Kenji upon his torso.

His friend was approximately a foot taller than him, had about double the bone and muscle mass and, what was worse, slept like a bloody log. It was nice to know he still kept in shape, but damn you Kenji you bastard, you weigh a fucking ton. Gentler methods such as prodding and hissing not having worked, Tokichiro braced himself, placed both palms against the sleeping man, and heft ho.

Kenji slid off the edge of the futon right onto the floor without so much as stirring in the slightest. Rolling his eyes, Tokichiro stretched and gave himself a once-over. There was a suspicious-looking reddish mark near his collarbone, but thankfully nothing else. He glanced at his cell phone. Fifteen minutes to nine. And a whole slew of missed calls from his wife.

Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I'm going to die.

He stepped over the prone body of his friend, and (it must be said) deftly manoeuvered him back onto the futon, for he was not an unkind man, even in the face of impending doom. Before marriage Tokichiro had cause aplenty to feel grievous despair, but, in fact, had not; after the nuptials he found that, more often than not, grievous despair was swiftly becoming a watchword.

His hand was on the doorknob when the bell rang. He opened the door.

In retrospect, there was not much else he could have done.

*

Out of all the women in Kenji Suzuki's acquaintance who were reasonably young, shapely, and/or in some way or another attractive, there was one he made a point of to never have dealings with in any form whatsoever and that was the wife of Tokichiro Kinoshita. Mrs Kinoshita was young (twenty-six) and shapely (36-24-36), and thus an anomaly.

Tokichiro had once, in a fit of verbosity and frankness brought on by large amounts of alcohol in his system, described to him at length the phrase 'abject terror' and its connotations in regard to his wife. At the time Kenji had had the good fortune not to have yet gotten on her wrong side, so had dismissed Tokichiro's little speech with laughter and a call for more beer, waiter, he's not drunk underneath the table yet if he can still talk about his missus. Further encounters had revised this view entirely.

That morning, he had been hauled out of bed by Mrs Kinoshita, her smiling face about .5 centimetres from his, her (to outsiders) perfectly normal and even melodious voice intoning, "I understand that you men simply must have the occasional wild night where you get hopelessly drunk, but today Tokichiro has an important meeting that he is already late for, and I'm sure you have your teaching job to think of. If you do this again I will hang, draw and quarter you both without so much as a by-your-leave, mutilate your genitals and throw your carcasses out for the crows, and after they're done I will weigh you down with bricks and let you sink to the bottom of Tokyo Bay where the sharks will grind your bones to dust and your souls won't be able to ascend to heaven to join those of your ancestors Next time, try not to do this on a weeknight, okay?"

It was the sincere belief of both Kenji and Tokichiro that she meant every word of what she very pointedly didn't say. Abject terror. It did the trick, no holds barred.

Tetsuya had already left for school so there was no help coming from that quarter, even if he had been so inclined.

He was now nursing the aftereffects of last night in the teacher's lounge. Hasegawa was also in the lounge, because it was lunchtime. He didn't like Hasegawa. The man was creepy, the way he oscillated between neat-freak perfectionist and gullible gardener, and why he kept insisting that he was Japanese despite being the spitting image of a foreigner, Kenji failed to fathom.

Hasegawa was approaching his corner of the lounge. Kenji's fingers closed around a metal ruler some careless student had left on his desk, just in case. His need of self-defense items really rather depended on whichever mood the other man was in at the moment.

"Suzuki-san. You look horrendous. Your parting is six millimeters off the usual. Hair is escaping from your ponytail. You have once again not shaved (it is absolutely deplorable) and there is a significant lack of ironing involved in your toilette."

Ah. The nurse persona. "Go away, Hasegawa, I have a class later today with some kids who, I assure you, are truly horrendous."

"In my opinion, 95.76% of the student population of this school is in an abominable state of self-hygiene."

"It's nice to know we agree on somethi- I said go away!"

[Weasel Overlord]

Hikimaru Jun

-out of darkness-

Jun, after a trying lesson just before lunch, was glad to escape to the relative quiet and peace and restfulness of the staff room. The teacher’s lounge. Whatever people liked to call it. It was the home of the kettle, the sofas (one of which contained a groaning, bedraggled-looking Suzuki being moithered by Hasegawa), and most of all, the fridge. The fridge, as it happened, was also the home of his dinner - an oval, lacquered bento box, cream in colour with plum outlines - sweeping and artistic.

For some reason, in front of the other teachers, Jun was slightly embarrassed about his bento box. It seemed to have a femininity to it that repelled the ever-masculine male teachers, but it wasn’t quite “cute” enough for the women. He had therefore got into the habit of shielding the box with his body when he got it out, and cupping it in his lap while he ate - to minimise conflict or whatever.

Setting the box to one side, he delved into the upper cupboard, rootling around for his jar of loose-leaf chamomile tea. He popped the kettle on, set the miniature strainer above his cup (plain, unadorned, purple-and-ivory stripes) and shook a helping of the leaves into it. He capped the jar of tea and replaced it at the very back of his cupboard, out of the way of pilferers, and patiently watched the kettle as more and more steam emitted from the spout, the background noise of Hasegawa and Suzuki fading gently away.

The kettle whistled, charmingly, and Jun waited a few seconds before pouring the water onto his leaves and through the strainer. Inhaling the calming scent, he plopped a generous spoonful of honey into the cup, picked it up (strainer and all) and sat down in his favourite chair by the window - with plenty of natural reading light from outside. While he waited for the tea to infuse, he broke out the chopsticks and began on his bento - jasmine rice, umeboshi and a tiny helping of salmon on one side.

He listened in to the rather one-sided conversation as he ate, unassumingly. Hasegawa was harassing poor Suzuki about his appearance, as he only seemed to do when he was feeling particularly anal and nursey. Jun, being forever well-dressed, had managed to escape Hasegawa’s tirades, but nevertheless he felt for Suzuki, even if only a little. Hasegawa was right - the man did look dreadful, but there was no need to go rubbing it in a man’s face.

He set the chopsticks neatly atop his bento and sat back calmly.

“Soujiro-san?” Jun smiled slightly as Hasegawa turned, surprised, to his seat. “I believe I may have a student in need of your, ah, expertise.”

He perked up and walked over, leaving off his lecture, and Jun caught a look and a mouthed “THANK YOU” from Suzuki, who then flopped back into his sofa and threw his head back as if he were going to sleep. A soft snore from his direction proclaimed that he was, indeed, going to sleep, and bugger all who thought to dissuade him otherwise.

“Which student, Hikimaru-san?”

“Oh, one of my Japanese History fourth years. Sato Akihiko-kun, do you know of him?” Hasegawa shook his head, and Jun continued. “I think he may have a slight attention problem. I caught him doodling in my class. Again. Do you think this worthy of an inspection, Soujiro-san?”

“I hardly think that will be necessary, Hikimaru-san. Perhaps you should offer him extra tutoring as a punishment.” Hasegawa looked slightly miffed that the problem wasn’t something that could be solved by his nursing skills.

Jun, his purpose fulfilled, smiled at Hasegawa, then turned his attention pointedly to his book - an exceptionally dull (for anyone who’s not Jun) history book written by an author called Livy.

He sipped his tea appreciatively, and immersed himself in Roman history.

[EngiMatikul]

Hikari
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In a way, the lack of attention Hikari was getting was a bit astounding. Out of not just the group of people he was residing with, but in fact the entire school, he is the only one that has others questioning his gender identity. And partially due to this gender confusion there have been heated brawls and conflicts over particular women-starved men where, in a desperate attempt to court him, decided that a one-on-one match in kendo is the absolute best way to show their worthiness. So why is it, Hikari wondered if only for a short moment, that everyone was so obsessed over him yet didn't listen to a word he had to say?

Or maybe it was just this Tetsuya kid.

There were two other students who had jumped in on the occasion as if they just thought it would be fun. They didn't take much interest in Hikari, leading him to conclude that they must be gay. It was a sad remark made by a poor excuse for a man to conclude that if a guy wasn't attracted to him then the guy must clearly be gay. Even more sad was the remark was true 95% of the time. Hikari died a little on the inside after he thought that.

Abruptly, Yuuto stood up beside Hikari. This caught Hikari by surprise and made her small high-pitched "Yelp!" Yuuto turned to Hikari and bowed to excuse his absence. He's running away...! Hikari thought frantically. Shortly after the other two students, who had seemingly only been interested in Yuuto, left as well. This left Hikari with...

"Hikari-chan, Hikari-chan! Did those guys scare you, Hikari-chan? Don't worry, no matter who comes after you I'll surely protect you, okay Hikari-chan??"

Kinoshita Tetsuya.

"...Ki-Kinoshita-san--"

"Chigao, Hikari-chan! It's Tetsuya, Tetsuya remember!"

"...y-yes, Tetsuya-san... umm..."

It's not without reason that Hikari was scared out of his wits on what to do. Having heard rumors even before he met the freshman about his rebellious and gangster type attitude, and having been attacked by others of similar traits, its without question that Hikari would be afraid. And now since his guardian Yuuto was no longer around, and with the rest of the students not daring to interfere, Hikari can only desperately think of a way to escape...

Then there was a growl. It was coming from Tetsuya.

...

It was his stomach.

"Tetsuya-sanhaveyouateyetyoulookterriblyhungryherehavesomeo fmylunchohlookatthetimeIneedtogodon'tworryaboutthe boxyoucanhaveit!!!"

As Hikari ran off he could have sworn he saw a remarkably blissful look on his kouhai's face, as if nothing in the world could interrupt his moment of euphoria he was having right now.
===3:02 PM===

"And then... and then.. *sniff* he got up and left... and and everyone else left to... leaving me with the guy alone... OH SENSEI, SUZUKI-SENSEI I WAS SO SCARED--"

Enter the after-school counselling session. Except it wasn't meant to be a counselling session. In actuality, it was Hikari's requested "Being a Man 101" class taught by and exclusively by the one and only Suzuki-sensei. However from the faucet-leaky appearance of the young schoogir-- eer, boy, Suzuki-sensei can see there's a lot of work to be done. Impossible. She-- I mean, he's impossible. It will never happen. Wait a minute, is that...?

"...and now they're in the dojo supposedly fighting over me!!! Sensei, what do I do?!?"

"...Hikari, in your hair... is that a hairpin?"

"Oh yes don't you think its so cute! I just bought it yesterday!! What do you think?"

"..."
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APOLOGIES TO THE OWNERS (ie ChikoSai) OF ALL THE CHARACTERS I USED IN MY LAST POST IF I DIDN'T RP YOUR CHARACTER CORRECTLY. And if I put you into a situation that you did not want. :V