Er hi... I'm Amy. I felt the need to introduce myself to people who read this stuff because my normal area is the K/O section. I have to admit, I don't often write Nagi at all, but as of recently I've joined a Weiß Online Blog and I figure writing a story with him somewhere in the center would be a good way to get used to him.
PS-I'm Canadian, so my spelling may be different from the spelling of those of you who are American. And PPS- I like milk. You'll understand by the end of the prologue the point of this comment.
I hate new schools. No... I really hate new schools. I was tutored before, Estet arranged for that but as of recently Schwarz decided I was being anti-social and got permission to send me to school. Why you ask? I couldn't tell you. However... This time a new school turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to me.
As I stood on the pavement in the front I couldn't help but feel out of place. The school was Hokusei High, a prestigious enough public school but really nothing fancy. The classrooms were small and the halls had a tendancy for being messy. I was disgusted by it as I made my way down the less than immaculate hallway on my way to the office.
I couldn't help it. The truth is that I can't stand unclean places, you can't find anything, you can't lay on the floor and know that you're not laying in a pile of germs. I'm very anal about clean things; why do you think I dislike Schuldig so much? He never cleans anything.
When I approached the office, a large room with glass windows overlooking the cafeteria, I thought I had seen something that could have been dangerous; A flash of honey blonde hair and particularily familiar blue eyes. However the sight was gone as soon as it had appeared, leaving me to blink thoughtfully.
Bombay didn't attend school, did he? Hadn't he graduated already? Confusion filtered through my head as I stepped into the office and approached the desk. The woman there was obviously foreign- I speak from experience on this one. By the strangely coloured hair and the beautiful bronze of her skin I knew that she was no Japanese woman.
"Can I help you?" her thick Australian accent cut into my thoughts, like a bolt of lightening through a stormy sky.
"Yes... My name is Naoe Nagi, I just transfered here...? I'd like to collect my scheduel," I mumbled, turning my head away to look out the windows down onto the cafeteria.
"Naoe Nagi?" she parroted, then began looking through a drawer to one side of her desk which was full of large manila envelopes. I could see her reflection in the glass. "Here, there's homeroom first block, lucky for you, and you may be able to get help from some of your classmates if you're looking for a class."
According to my tutor from before I was going to be put into grade twelve, since he had been pushing me- He was quite the ass. Although I had missions to deal with he still piled homework on me like I had all the time in the world to do it and the only days I got a break from his constant nattering was when I did have a mission. I really disliked that man.
I glanced at the map of the school that was just outside the office to search for my homeroom, room one thousand and nine 'B'. The map, much to my dismay, displayed that my homeroom was on the exact opposite side of the school, downstairs. It was irony and I knew it. I had a foreboding feeling about the school from that point in time on.
As I walked, I studied the student body. My classmates; my enemies. These were the people I was competing against and they were the people I was trying to survive against. And, heavens help us, they were loud, annoying little people whose only goal in life was to be in the 'in crowd.' If any of them even had half a working braincell, I would give up milk forever.
Finally I reached the classroom, the first cell in which I would be imprisoned with those loathesome creatures that people liked to call 'Prep's. I stepped into the open door and approached the teacher's desk, ignoring the older kids staring at me. It didn't matter to me what they thought. I might have been younger than them, but that didn't make me any less intelligent.
The teacher himself was an older man with dark hair that was peppered with strands of white, whose face was wrinkled around the eyes and edges of his mouth. He looked friendly, and even smiled as I approached; I hated him and I hadn't even spoken with him yet.
"How may I help you?" he greeted, his voice a soft alto.
"My name is Naoe Nagi, I'm a new student to your class," I hadn't bothered to smile, nor to look around. I could hear the students whispering as the teacher blinked at me.
"You may be in the wrong classroom, Naoe-san, may I see your timetable?"
I couldn't help but glare then. "This is room one thousand and nine is it not?" I asked icily, not handing over the paper.
"It is... Perhaps you read it wrong and the room you were supposed to go to was one thousand nineteen?" he suggested.
"...I'm not an idiot. I know how to count." I shoved the timetable into his hand then, crossing my arms in an irritated manner, though I was careful to keep my face as emotionless as possible.
His eyes scanned the paper as the bell rang, then nodded. "Well, it seems this is the class you are in. Where did you transfer from?" He was trying to make idle conversation. It wouldn't work.
"I was tutored." I said shortly, then asked where I might sit, so as to leave no room for discussion.
The teacher had directed me to a seat in the corner of the room near the windows and I happily took my place, slinging my bag from my shoulder and setting it beside me. Students continued to whisper, even as the second bell rang, indicating that class should start. Finally a girl approached me.
Her eyes were chocolate brown, though lighter in shade than my own, and her clothes were pristine and immaculate. She held an aire of importance, carrying herself like she was queen of the world, her long black hair swishing behind her like a cape.
"Hi new boy," she had greeted, perching lightly on my desk, flicking what little hair was over her shoulder back. I didn't respond, which seemed to irritate her, though she tried again. "My name is Tanamuri, Kisekosa Tanamuri. Friends call me Tana."
"That's nice," I informed her as I looked past her in disinterest. I had no time for fluttery, idiot girls; nor did I have need of them. It was true, I still hadn't gotten over Tot, but it didn't matter.
Tanamuri moved in a way that caused dark red highlights to appear in her hair and suddenly she was right in my face. "Look, if you want to be accepted in this school, you better learn how to deal with the crowd."
With a slightly annoyed tone I voiced the first question that came to mind. "Is that code for the airheads?"
The whole classroom 'Ohhhhh'ed at that one and I began to realize that my attempt to make myself invisible wasn't working. Tanamuri's eyes narrowed dangerously and she opened her mouth, all ashine with lip gloss, only to turn away as the classroom door opened. As the class turned their gaze to the door, some girls giggled lightly and began whispering amongst themselves.
I tried to see the door, to find out what disturbance had moved the classes attention away from me, however the girl was still sitting on my desk. Finally, as she began studying whatever it was at the door, I got fed up with her and shoved her off the desk.
The occurances in the next few minutes went by so slowly that it was difficult to tell how long it really was between one thing and another. As Tanamuri slid from the desk, she let out a small shriek before sprawling on the floor, but that wasn't where my attention was. The figure at the door was where my attention was.
Large, cerulean blue eyes had turned to seek out the source of the noise near my desk, cinnamon hair shifting softly around the boy's face. He never reached the point of finding the cause of the noise.
"Prodigy!" He hissed, living up to his name. I could almost see the black ears pinning to his head and the claws shifting in and out from their protective casings inside his claws; His hair even seemed to bristle slightly. It wasn't difficult to see that my presence had put him on guard.
My own reaction was somewhat different. My eyes had widened considerably as I saw Bombay and the word slipped from my mouth like melting ice. "Bombay..." I knew not to use my powers in this particular public area, but it was difficult not to with the threat that Bombay presented.
Even my nemesis struggled with that. His hand had slipped into his coat and I caught the faint metallic glint of a dart tip before he realized what he was doing. Fortunately, none of the students noticed the dart and it was away before anyone could have seen it.
"Tsukiyono-san, you're late," the teacher called, and Bombay was forced to redirect his attention to the teacher.
"Sorry sir..." he said softly, watching me warily from the corner of his eye.
With a soft sigh, the older man nodded. "But since you seem to know our new student... I will have to ask you to show him around. If I remember his timetable correctly you either attend the same classes as him today, or your classes are nearby," he informed us. Condemned us.
Today can't get much worse, I thought and I could have sworn the same thought had run through the mind of the leader of Weiß. We were so screwed.