Scene One: Introductions are a Drag!
So this is Yamaku, eh?
When I saw that this place was available for me after my second heart attack, I thought hard about what being here might do for my health. Famous 24/7 medical staff. On site gym and physical therapy.
My dad thought it best for me to apply here, especially since my latest tempt of fate nearly cost me more than a leg and a few scars. I nearly lost everything. Again.
As we walked into the main gate, I notice a sickeningly sterile look to the path that we walk. The greenery, meant not as a sight, but more an image of mental therapy, is succinct in detail, meticulous in placement, and downright creepy in how plain it looks. The atmosphere is reminiscent of everything being replaced by an exact copy.
While I'm in my own thoughts, I fail to notice the fact that we have reached the front door. As my dad opens the door and I stumble in, a man, who bears an uncanny and utterly strange resemblance to a doctor I've seen somewhere, greets me personally.
"Ah, you must be Takari…Zak…?"
"Tamaki, sir. Tamaki Zakuri."
"Yes, that was the name. I'm Mutou. I'll be your homeroom and science teacher in class 3-3. "
His palm is strong, yet cold as a wet noodle. My dad introduces himself, then, ultimately, excuses himself to sort out my situation in the school's office. After a short pause, he returns, handing me a room key.
"I'll talk to you soon, Zak. I've got to get your uniforms to your room. Make me prouder than ever!"
He walks out the main entrance, heading towards the vintage looking buildings. Living on campus won't be so hard. I turn towards Mutou who is currently deciding on which face to make in reaction to my arrival.
"Well, Tamaki, would you like to introduce yourself? No pressure to do so, but if you'd like…?"
"Sure, sir. Wouldn't hurt me to introduce myself to the people I'll be seeing the rest of the year. By the way sir, you remind me of someone I've seen before, a Dr. Howe or Dr. Why, someone like that?"
He makes face that doesn't quite contort involuntarily, as if he were forcing a smile to make itself.
"I get that a lot. Now, to class."
We traverse the stairs to the third floor, finding the door marked '3-3'. Mutou motions for me to stay in place until he gives me a signal. As he begins his almost monotone speech, I block out the endowments of my appearance and being to wonder what I'll encounter in there. I wonder if there is anyone like me in there. Scarred and broken. My overthought contemplations are interrupted by the 'signal' Mutou gives for me to enter.
What I see intrigues me.
An assortment of people, my age, who all have some sort of struggle they have to overcome. One girl is missing a thumb, one boy relies on a cane, and another girl has bleach blonde hair and red eyes. But one catches my gaze. A girl with straight, violet hair stares at me back. She has a similar disfigurement. She looks away sheepishly, like a hare who just locked eyes with a fox. I continue on to a brunette who hasn't stopped watching me since I came in. Hakamichi Shizune. I never thought I'd see he cat-like eyes again. Next to her I see a bubbly, pink-drill haired girl who's blushing from chin to cheek. Kind of creepy, reminds me of Pinkie, my fellow bronies know what I'm talking about. But her smile is still kind of cute.
I center up in the front of the room.
"Well, I'm Tamaki Zakuri. Hobbies, I guess, would include videogames, music, anything that includes computers and making videos. I have band, of which two members actually attend this school. Anybody know Matsuharu Kakashi or Akashi Sakura? Not a big sports fellow, 'cept for maybe parkour. If there's anything else you want to know about me just ask me later!"
Mutou points me towards the empty desk next to Pinkie. As I approach the desk, I rotate towards Shizune and sign a few words:
[Hey. It's good to see you again, Shizune.]
[It's been awhile, Zakuri.]
"You must be Zacchan~! I'm glad to finally meet~ you~! Shicchan was telling me about you~. Yay~ yay~! I'm Misha~!"
In those few, choppy sentences her entire personality was pushed forth at me like a whirlwind of bubbles and laughter.
"Eh, yo. I'm Zakuri, but I guess you're straight to the pet names. It's good to meet you Misha. I look forward to working with you and Shizune."
"Shicchan says that we~ should start on this hand out~! She says you'd hate to start the first day failing~!"
It's only now that I'm realizing just how loud a volume Misha maintains throughout the entire conversation. It makes me realize that she is probably an outgoing and REALLY outspoken girl. It is VERY endearing.
I lean over to Shizune's view.
[Thanks.]
She simply nods her head in pleasure and we continue our work for the rest of the period. It's mostly uneventful, until the amethyst eyed girl gets up with all her belongings and walks out of class. It catches my attention for long enough that Misha and Shizune are staring impatiently, waiting for my input into the problem.
"What's wrong Zacchan?"
"Sorry, that girl just exiting without acknowledgement distracted me. What's her name?"
"Hanako? She's just… I'm sorry, Zacchan~! I don't know what~ to tell you."
Lunch break comes a few minutes later. Since Shizune and Misha are the only ones I know by first names, I automatically follow them to the cafeteria.
