english
'thoughts'
attacks,hado...etc
Hollow speech
I don't own Bleach...yet.
It was a slightly misty morning by the time a plane touched down in the Japanese airport where countless people wandered around either being flown in or waiting to be flown away.
A lone figure stared out the window waiting for the plane to settle sown. I sighed quietly to myself, the principle of my new school was supposed to be inside the airport waiting to welcome me to the foreign country. I was a new exchange student from America. Which was strange because I didn't remember applying for the position. They probably just chose a random name from a hat. That would explain the reason I'm here. I'm in no way the smartest kid in school. 'Probably just chose me because I know the most japanese.' I thought to myself.
Drip...Drip...Drip...
'It's recently rained here.' I reasoned with a small smile while watching drops of water all off the window. I've always enjoyed the rain. No matter how I was feeling a gentle shower always calmed me down. After waiting for about 30 minutes for the stupid plane to settle down and reach a hatch door where everyone could get off I was walking off of the plane with carryon in hand.
After another ten minutes waiting for the rest of my luggage I couldn't help but look around. 'I feel...tall.' I thought with a small sweatdrop. Indeed it seemed the average american height was way different than the averege japanese height. I'm only 5'11'' but this is the first time I've felt tall. After coming to this revalation I resumed my scanning of the crowd.
Let's see...
Mother and child...Nope.
Kid picking his nose...Ew.
Hare Krishna...Shit. They're here too!?
'Damnit all!' I swore in my head. I looked around not finding anybody until I saw what I supposed was the principal and a teacher. I guess suppose was the wrong word, more like confirmed because they were holding a large sign with 'JAMES WATSON' written on it. The principal was an older man with what hair he had left designed into a pair of weird looking spikes and a beird. The teacher was a woman with dark hair tied into a pony tail wearing glasses. I approahed them with a smile on my face and stopped in front of them.
"Mr. Watson?"asked the principal.
"Hai."
"Oh you speak Japanese?"
"Yes. Its probably why I was chosen for the student exchange program."
"Well let me introduce you to your homeroom teacher. This is Misato Ochi-Sensei." He said gesturing to the woman.
"It's nice to meet you Ochi-Sensei."I said giving her a smile.
"Nice to meet you as well Watson-Kun." she returned with another smile and a slight bow.
"Well Watson-San if you will follow us we will show you to your place of residence and tell you about the school."
"Oh that reminds me nobody told me the name of the school." I said with a sheepish look on my face.
"Oh. well its called Karakura High School." answered Ochi-Sensei.
Later
After the Principle and Ochi-Sensei dropped me off at my apartment they gave me a packet of information and directions to Karakura High. The uniform would be given to me in the next couple of days. Man I am not looking forward to that.
According to the Principle there is another student that lives next door to me but they don't seem to be in right now. After playing juggle the luggage around for five minutes all thw while trying to put my new key to work I finally was able to get inside the apartment. The apartment itself was a little bit better than spartan. A bathroom, a small kitchen and a dining room/living room. But what I was interested in was was the bedroom which I was happy to see had a bed. Jetlag having reared its ugly head I had just enough thought to set my luggage down and to pull off my shoes before I conked out and let darkness take me.
