Welcome to St Peterson High!
Chapter One: The Day She Met He
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to KOEI TECMO, TECMO and Team NINJA. I am not Yosuke Hayashi.
A/N: Well aren't I quick this time? (note the attempt at sarcasm)
Is everyone having a good day? I heard that in Japan they're starting their second term, so I thought to myself, Why not reboot WTSPH! In September just when Japan starts? (It was also because here in SA it's the start of the third term for private schools). The only 'ick' is that our dear DOA characters are in January, when the Japanese school year normally starts. Anyways, I switched up the character's attitudes in this version, so I hope you enjoy! Let's start with Ayane's point of view, shall we?
And of course,
Don't forget to R&R!:)
If I had a Yen for every time somebody called me a first year, I'd own DOATEC Corporations right now.
Why is it that one always has to pick on short people? And what's up with them calling me a "first year", or even a freaking "middle schooler"? All tall people or even average sized people have made fun of a short person once in their lives, and in my world, I was that short person that everybody couldn't help but pick on. "Ayane-chi is so cute and small!" "Eh, is that girl even in high school?" "Who let a middle schooler in our school?"
No. I am not cute and small. I am sixteen years old and I am turning seventeen this year. I go to one of the most prestigious (and stupid) schools in the whole of Japan. St Peterson High School. Founded by Hayashi Yosuke for his beautiful foreign and British wife and true love, Harriet Peterson. He named this school after her in 1925, when a British ship visited Japan, and she was the daughter of the captain of the ship, and both supposedly fell in love with each other and with the passion for teaching.
Romantic, ne?
The school? Not so great.
St Peterson high is the stupidest, most stuck up school there was in Japan. All students that go there are brainless, and only need one thing - parties. Shopping. Travelling. Alcohol. Petersoners have been for generations, notorious for their sneaking in of alcohol on campus. I have hated that school since I set foot on it. Albeit, hate is a strong word, and sometimes doesn't really express what I feel for this school. It's not all bad when you put the cliques aside. In fact, it's a pretty cool high school.
I don't have as many friends as my older brother, Hayate, however. And I'm nowhere near as shy as my sister Kasumi. Speaking of which, those two are twins, but are more different than chocolate and vanilla. Hayate is the loud, star player of the archery and basketball teams, and also very stupid in terms of academics, while Kasumi is shy, quiet, clumsy and has a GPA that could compete with Albert Einstein's. She is also the very girlfriend of Rig Donovan, the most popular boy in school, and the son of the funds behind St. Peterson High - MIST Corporations.
To put it in short terms, he's got a lot of money. But also a lot of ex-girlfriends. Still wondering how my sister came to choose him as her boyfriend while she's so pretty. He's not really the hottest boy around. Really.
As I'm wondering this, speak of the devil and he shall appear, Kasumi knocks on my door, saying in her soft voice,
"Ayane, you're awake right?"
"Yes." I reply, although I remain in my pyjamas and writing in my diary, still under the warm covers of my bed.
"Good, because Mama isn't making our lunches today." She says. Soon enough, I hear her soft footsteps that lead away from my room, and I sigh in frustration, peeling the blankets off of me. If mother isn't making our lunch, then she has an early shift at the hospital. If she has an early shift at the hospital, then that means that our father will try to replace her.
"Not happening." I say to myself, slipping into my uniform. The last time our father tried to cook, it did not end so well. Although he is very much in love with my mother and always watches her cooking, my father can't cook further than putting boiling water in instant ramen. And even then it tastes like absolute and utter poop. Surprisingly, Kasumi had caught his incapability of cooking. It made me slightly smug in some way, as Kasumi was good at nearly everything. Well, you know what they say; every human has their flaws, and for Kasumi, it was apparently cooking. Which made me want to hurry to the kitchen even further, as I absolutely didn't want a slug in my bento, and I absolutely didn't want to spend my pocket money on the inedible food at school. I hurried downstairs to the kitchen, pulling at the collar of my shirt. What I found there wasn't simply a disaster. It was the definition of a disaster.
"Kasumi! What is happening here?!" I roared, beyond pissed off. Kasumi tried to cook again. And of course, the whole kitchen was a mess. Somehow, she managed to get some tempura on the floor, rice on the windows, soy sauce splattered against the walls. The kitchen smelled like burnt fish, and the room was filled with a light smoke. And yet, there stood Kasumi, completely clean - perfect as ever. Her smile was sheepish as she stared at me. I stomped towards her, grabbing the spatula out of her hand. I turned off the stove, took the pan away and into the sink. Satisfied, I turned to glare at my older sister. She hanged her head low, kicking the fried shrimp on the floor.
"Are you a child? Can you not even make proper tempura?! Why is the rice on the windows?! Jeez, how incapable are you to make such stupid mistakes?!" I ranted, watching as Kasumi's face clouded with guilt.
"I'm sorry, Ayane..." She mumble, scratching her left hand. It was a habit of hers when she was guilty or nervous. I scowled.
"Stop scratching, it'll get red." I sighed, shaking my head, "by the way, what kind of fish were you trying to fry? It has such a strong smell." I crinkled my nose. Kasumi frowned confusedly, tilting her head to the side.
"Fish? I was trying to make fried rice..." She stated, blinking rapidly. My jaw hit the floor.
"Fried rice?! What kind of messed up fried rice were you trying to make?!" I quickly looked at the stinking 'fried rice' in the kitchen sink, "that looks more demonic than when Hayate tried to put makeup on for the school play last year!" I said, reminiscing to last year's play, Romeo and Juliet. Some girls thought that because Hayate was such a "handsome" guy, he'd also look good in makeup. And so, the head of the drama club, Helena Douglas, created a gender-bent version of the play. Let's just say that Hayate looked more like a failed attempt at exorcism rather than a Juliet. Kasumi, didn't seem to find this funny, then frowned and gave me a look. I took the pan and scraped off the possessed looking object in the bin. At the same time, Hayate walked down the stairs. He made a strange noise.
"What is that fish smell?" He sniffed the air and grimaced. Quickly catching on to the situation, he glared at Kasumi. "Did you try cooking again?" He asked, staring at her suspiciously. Kasumi nodded hesitantly. Hayate sighed and walked to the fridge. He then proceeded to take out our three bento boxes, one by one on the kitchen counter. My eyes widened, as well as Kasumi's.
"You have to be absolutely blind to not have seen these three. Mom told me that she knew that she had an early shift today, so she made our lunches very early this morning so we could avoid this disaster." Hayate scratched his hair, shaking his head. He then proceeded to flick Kasumi on the forehead, "you're really a dimwit, K-chan." He smirked, taking his lunchbox, "I'll see you two at the train station. Ryu told me he was waiting for me near the cat café." He said, waving goodbye at us. Kasumi scowled.
"Don't call me K-chan again!" She yelled.
"You keep quiet!" I retorted, watching as she shut her mouth before saying any more,"you're going to clean all of this up yourself. I don't want to be late for school." I said, annoyed beyond belief. Kasumi pouted, but nodded once before grabbing cleaning utensils. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my bento, my bag and made my way out the house.
...
I don't know which devil she dealt with. I don't know what kind of sorcery she used.
But Kasumi arrived before me.
My jaw dropped as I saw her escorted out of a big car by her dearest boyfriend, Rig Donovan. And of course, as I stood there in a daze, wondering how she had pulled this nearly impossible stunt, the bell rang, and the gate was closing.
"Wait! Wait! I'm here!" I yelled, running up to the gate. There stood Mr. Kamiya, the school guardian with a severe look on his face as he stared at me, the only latecomer today. I cringed internally as his cold stare roamed over my face. I held my ground, however, glaring at him severely with my blood red eyes. Back in middle school, when I had to bring something to Kasumi from home, and she was still in school, I had to run into him many times. He was always glaring at me in a spiteful way, as if I had wronged him in some way. First year here was even worse, because, every time Kasumi would fail to wake me up. And of course, I had to accept the punishment of running around the track field ten times by this cruel man. Just when I thought that I would never be late ever again, here I was, on the first day of second year, having another stare-off with him.
"If it isn't Tenshin." He sneered, "old habits die hard, don't they?" He asked me mockingly. A drop of cold sweat rolled down my temple. He was always so intimidating, however, he wouldn't win this time. I straightened myself up.
"Good morning, Kamiya-san." I replied as politely as I could, nervousness biting my insides, "We could easily forget that this happened, alright? I need to get to class now." I tried to dodge him, but he remained blocking my path. He scoffed.
"I'm sure that you are joking. First you run those laps, then I let you go." He stated. I frowned.
"But you always make me run double the amount of laps that I'm actually supposed to run!" I argued. Mr. Kamiya smirked again, ready to reply, but he froze once he saw something behind me. The sound of a car pulling up behind me broke my stare off with him. I spun around, expecting the headmaster, Mr. Donovan to pull up in front, and at the same time catching me in the act of being late. And yet, instead of the weird headmaster pulling up to the gate, stood a man in a suit and tie, wearing dark sunglasses and an earpiece in his ear. He ran to the back of the black car and opened the door. It seemed as though time had stopped for both me and the grumpy guardian, as a person got out of the car. My eyes widened at the sight of that person.
It was a boy. Seemingly my age, with shining blond hair and ocean blue eyes, and he was absolutely and completely out of this world beautiful. It was obvious he was a foreigner, most probably European because of his slightly pale skin. His eyebrows knit together as he looked at the school in front of him. He completely ignored the two people that were in front of it.
"This is the school?" He asked to the man in a suit, in what seemed to be English, "we are not at the wrong address?"
"No, sir." The man in the suit replied, bowing once to him, "we are at the correct address. This is St Peterson High School. I believe, however, that we can just drive to the front door of the school. After all, walking is-" The man was cut off by the blond boy.
"No, this is fine." He smirked slightly, "I want to experience what other students experience. Besides, the lined up trees do not seem to be that long, after all." He said. The suited man nodded, reached inside of the car for his bag and gave it to him. I was in such a trance, staring at him in a marvel that I caught his eyes. His blue eyes bore into mine, curiosity filling the sea blue orbs as they gazed into my red ones. He then gave me a smile. I blushed, looking away from him. What and idiot I was! Since when do I react to boys like this?
"Who are you?" Mr. Kamiya interrupted my thoughts, his statement rude and his tone suspicious. The suit-clad man almost walked up to him to talk, but with a gesture of his hand, the blond boy stopped him. He then smiled calmly, as though there was nothing wrong.
"My name is Eliot Dolloway, and I am new to this school." He stated in perfect Japanese. His statement made Mr. Kamiya's face pale by the second. With a panicked voice, he spoke in his walkie-talkie, the gates opening automatically. Once that was done, he then bowed to the foreigner once, as if apologising.
"I am truly sorry! I did not mean to be rude in front of you, Mr. Dolloway! Headmaster Donavan warned me about your attendance, but I was not sure of what you looked like. Please accept my sincere apologies!" He stated nervously. My jaw popped open. Kamiya was not the one to apologise to anyone but Mr. Donovan. Who was this guy? Where could he be from for him to be so intimidating?
The boy, or Eliot like he called himself, shook his head, still smiling, "it is nothing. Please, stand upright." His gaze then switched to me, his previous gaze of curiosity returning, "and who may this be? Is it possible that she is late just like me?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Mr. Kamiya gave me a dirty look.
"Yes, she is late. So she must face the punishment of running around the track field ten times." He stated monotonously. Eliot looked shocked.
"Ten times? Is it not possible to perhaps remove this penalty?" He asked, "perhaps, if I spoke to Mr. Donovan about it-" He was briskly cut off by a wide eyed Kamiya.
"No! No, that is not necessary, Mr. Dolloway!" He smiled crookedly, "she can go ahead with you, sir! This is just a way for me to joke around with her." He laughed heartily. I scowled. That vile, lying bastard.
"So, I can go, now? Classes have started about ten minutes ago." I added slyly, watching as Kamiya's face contorted in slight annoyance.
"Yes..." He said through gritted teeth, "have a good day, Tenshin..." He gave me a glare. I smirked, then walked past him. Internally, I could hear a choir of victory. I had triumphed the guardian of the school without going past one of his deathly trials. That was something that I would tell my children and grandchildren about when I was older. A grin broke out on my face as I nearly skipped to the front of the school. Suddenly, a voice stopped me, mid quick pace.
"Hold on! Wait!" The voice cried out. I turned around, my eyes widening at the sight of the blond boy, Eliot running to me. He stopped in front of me, out of breath.
"You walk very fast." He laughed. I frowned.
"What is it? Why did you tell me to wait for you?" I asked bluntly. His face showed slight surprise before it returned to a calm expression.
"I was hoping that perhaps..." His cheeks coloured red for a second, "if you could show me where my classes are." He gave me a list. I stared at it, frowning by the second. His class was mine, 2-C. He did all of the subjects that I did, except for one; Korean. He chose Music instead.
"We're in the same class." I said, watching as his eyes lit up, "so I guess you could follow me." I scratched my head nonchalantly. He gave me a wide smile, his teeth shining brightly.
"Thank you so much, um..." He looked at me expectantly. I blinked twice before I realised.
"Ah...my name is Ayane. Tenshin Ayane." I said. He nodded.
"Alright, Ayane-san. My name is Eliot. Dolloway...Eliot..." He stated. I chuckled a bit. It sounded so weird coming from a foreigner. They just had the strangest, yet coolest names on earth. But this Eliot looked like he was nice enough. I didn't know if he really was what he seemed to be, but I was sure he'd be a big hit with the girls of this school. He was rich, foreign and very good-looking.
"Then come on, let's go before we're even more late. Our first class is with this teacher..." I started explaining who was our first teacher, and how she was in terms of attitude. I told him about some of what I knew about St Peterson High, and what the students were like. We talked naturally, and it felt as though we had known each other for years. He seemed so calm, and seemed to carry this aura that just relaxed me, and of course others.
Little did I know, this boy was going to have a very big impact on my life, and of course, the life of others. This year, was the year that St Peterson High will have their first, big drama. And I was damn sure that it had something to do with the past...
A/N: UGH THE ENDING!
Why is it that I can not even write conclusions now?
Oh well, hope you enjoyed! I made Ayane more of a mean/tsundere kind of chick, and Eliot more calm and sweet. I'm debating onto three ideas to shape this story:
Eliot falls for Kasumi and Ayane helps him to get closer to her, but ends up...(complete the ending)
OR
Original WTSPH storyline with a less bitchy Kokoro and a more bitchy Marie-Rose.
OR
Original WTSPH storyline with a very yandere Marie-Rose, a very depressed/loner Ayane.
Just review O1 (Option 1) O2 (Option 2) or O3 (Option 3)! Any of the three is fine with me!
Do remember...
Don't forget to R&R!:)