little talk
In this story, Tamao has parents. Apparently in Shaman King, Yoh's father took her in.
Summary: Hao is the rooster. Tamao is the lamb. Her parents have her transfer to another school because of the troubles she has at school. Now alone, and somewhat stranded, she tries to make a new life with the chance her parents have given her. HaoTamao
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King.
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The Cocky Rooster and the Sheepish Lamb
Chapter 1
The man quickly sat himself down at the desk. It was rather a small office, and not to a pleasing size for claustrophobic people. "Sorry, I'm so late." He hastily wiped his brow with the sleeve of his coat, "Council meetings."
"It's quite all right, principal." the lady responded from the other side of the desk. She wore a loose blouse, and knee-length skirt--entirely pressed cleanly. Her early-graying hair was tied back into a bun. Obviously hoping to make a good impression, she made her daughter dress in the same fashion.
The principal cleared his desk, and slammed down the yellow, file folder.
"Well," he sighed, "I'm assuming you do understand how much work it will be for transferring a new student here…especially in the middle of the semester."
"Yes, principal." the lady nodded her head.
"Alright then, down to business." The principal rearranged his glasses, and grabbed a pen, "First of all, will your daughter need to stay in the school dorms?"
"No, she'll live apart from the school."
"Will she need a cafeteria card?"
"Yes. When do I pay?"
"We can submit a form for that right now, actually."
The two adults kept on talking about arrangements for her. Not asking the question directly to her, as though she was invisible. It has always been that way. The pink-haired girl kept her face down. She didn't want anybody seeing the purple marks on her face, and arms.
"Finally, last question. For what reason is this transfer necessary?"
"Harassment."
The man stood up, and reorganized his papers, "I'll see to it that these are filed. Meanwhile, fill out this form. It's self-explanatory: name, address, age, gender, etc. Send it in when you're finished," He stuck out his hand as though this was a business dealing.
"Thank you." The lady shook his hand.
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Houses sit in a row beside the road. It was a bright and sunny day that morning, the clouds smiling down on city.
The pink-haired girl sat on the sill, and looked out her bedroom window. The season was in flourish, spring-time cherry blossoms were in full bloom. The sun warmed her body while she checked her custom, sailor school uniform. Like a good school girl, she wore her blue skirt to her knees, and wore the knee-length sock. And one of the biggest rules of her old-fashioned school: no makeup, no styling, keep your hair short, and what not. Which was fine since none of the rules really applied to her, anyway.
"Tamao! Hurry up, or you'll be late for school!" Her mother called from the stairs.
Tamao dashed out of her room, and practically jumped off the stairs to reach the dinning table. "Yes, mother." She spoke with the last bit of breath in her, grasped the edge of a seat, and sat down.
"I really don't understand why you take so long getting ready for school. It's not like you're one of those trendy-girls with light-colored makeup." Her mother sighed, and handed her daughter the breakfast -- rice, and miso.
"Arigato-gozaimas," Tamao gratefully accepted the food -- it was unusual for her mother to be cooking, or even at home at this time. Her father has seemed to be non-existent. He spent most of his time doing business between South Korea, and Japan.
Her mother gazed adoringly at her. Sitting right across from Tamao at the table, she cupped her hands around her chin. "So…today is your last day." Her mother waited for a response.
Tamao finally looked up at her, "Yeah."
"All your luggage is already gone in the moving van. I'm sorry I won't be able to see you go, because, you know, work."
"It's okay, we both should get going now," Tamao smiled, and for all she knew that would be her last. She went into the vestibule outside, and changed from her slippers into her school shoes. Her mother stood behind her, not leaving yet.
"Your new school uniform…they will have it for you there."
Tamao stood up, and picked up her school bag. "Well, I'm off." Her mother gave her a encouraging smile, and watched her daughter walk down the street, and turn the corner.
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Argh…okay, I don't remember the Japanese name for trendy girls who have dark skin, and light hair/makeup. So if you do please tell me, or I might just use "trendy-girl" as the English term of this for the rest of the story….(I think I do plan on using it). K The first thing that comes to my mind is gaijin, or foreigner (but that's not it…).
