(A/N: This is really more of an experiment than anything else, I have found that I fancy the more classical of literature as of late and have deigned to try my hand at writing in a more classical manner. I do so hope you enjoy my odd musings. But seriously, please try to be mature, you'll probably notice words like "queer" and "gay". In the old days queer was strange and gay was happy. But you probably know that.
A few things I will point out before we go on with this oddity, It takes place in an alternate universe, where Japanese culture is a mix of itself and Victorian era England. The characters will speak in a more classical type of way and manners and etiquette are very important to them, I don't think it will be too difficult to follow along with their prose, but if not, I apologize. By the way most the characters come from filthy rich families in this rather bizarre world.
On with thine story!)
Chapter I:
It was such a lovely day in Nishinomiya, the mirthful afternoon sun shone with rays of purest exuberance, and the grass outside had shined with the most delicate and brightest of greens.
But that is not the consensus of my most astonishing story, for in the hours after our education was finished for the day at our local private school for the privileged, Lady Suzumiya had near literally gripped my arm with all the strength of a brute and dragged me off to our leisurely social club, if it could be called a club at all, really, or leisurely for that matter.
I go by the name of 'Kyon', a rather irritating nickname if I do say so myself, but somehow it had stuck since youth, much to my chagrin, I've accepted this. I am a taller gentlemen with messy brown hair, I do comb it, I assure you, for although I do not take too much stock in aesthetics, I do try to make myself presentable for the common public.
Our School is Known as Northern Academy for the Privileged, it is an older building, but has had some recent construction projects nearly twenty years ago that consisted of an entire new wing phasing out from the old building which held the rooms of the School's extracurricular activity centers. Our uniform consists of a bland, gray-blue blazer and dress pants for boys and a rather nice blue and white yukata for girls.
Our 'clubroom' as Lady Suzumiya insists on calling it, consists of a long mahogany table with four matching chairs, flanked on either side by luxurious bookshelves filled with odd literature, mostly fantastic stories of the supernatural and supposed first hand accounts of encounters with spirits and the like. Lady Suzumiya's tastes are... rather odd. At the end of the room, near the window, is a large desk, also made of mahogany to match the basic theme of the room, that is where Lady Suzumiya often sits. There are various contraptions here and there, mostly for making tea or cooking, there is nothing else of note really.
I sat pensively at the table of our commandeered quarters, which was once the literary club room, next to the silent Lady Nagato, a remnant of that long gone club whom never seemed to have her nose out of one complex book or another.
She is an orphan and the heir to a vast fortune. I take pity on her lonely form, and grace her with my company often.
Lady Nagato is a young woman of a different variety of beauty, she has the loveliest of a rather queer shade of purple hair and a lithe, elegant frame. But what strikes me more than anything are her eyes, large, gorgeous spheres that shine with the light of stars. I feel as if I am looking into the very cosmos when she looks my way.
She is oft to sit quietly and rarely speaks, she has always been rather shy and averse to making companions.
I averted my gaze from her near cosmic grace and brought my gazing to a heavenly body of a different kind. Oh, Kami-sama, I have made a clever pun, certainly I should be a writer, yes?
The other heavenly body belonged to the lovely maiden, Miss Asahina, who is in Lady Suzumiya's employ as a servant to pay for her schooling. Where in all the heavens did she find such a delightful beauty? Surely there is a Kami-sama, for this girl is undoubtedly an angel! Her long red hair spread down to her back, and her plentiful bosoms heaved softly as her innocent eyes shown with concentration in her task to make our tea. She is of the clumsy sort, rather unbecoming of a servant, but I would gladly forgive her of any transgression just to keep her around! Even the lowliest and most foul of moods are whisked away each day that I'm allowed to view her loveliness, it is what has kept me in high spirits since the formation of this unorthodox group.
But let us not forget the eccentric Lady herself!
I forced myself to look upon our self appointed leader, she is of a different beauty altogether, with short brown hair and never seen without her yellow headband. Her bosom is quite large, although not nearly as large as the fair Miss Asahina's. I should scold myself, for I am thinking impurely of breasts. But can I be blamed? I am surrounded by some of Kami-sama's most divine creations! Is it wrong to be in such a state of awe? But back to our chief Lady, If Lady Nagato's eyes shine with the brilliance of the cosmos and Miss Asahina's the purity of innocence, Then Lady Suzumiya's eyes sparkle with potential. I am often filled with a queer mixture of hope and dread when I gaze into her eyes, for they shine with unlimited possibilities, and impossibilities, for if one is to know her, they might feel as if she is not governed by the universe itself.
Oh what a queer sense of humor you've got, Kami-sama! To place me in such a paradise, yet forbid me from tasting the wonderful fruit! And damn you, society! For your teasing customs and principles that have been engraved into my gray matter since youth! For I could find myself romantically involved with any of these lovely girls, even Lady Suzumiya! That is right, I have spoke it, I find myself attracted to all my female companions. Have pity on me, I am only a young man!
I apologize for my unpleasant outburst.
I kept myself seated and tried to busy myself with some light reading, but the words would make no sense to me, for they all said "scratch, scratch, scratch". I became irritated and gave up, but it was not the words that spoke of scratches, but Lady Suzumiya's quill. She sat at her desk, the window bathing her form in the sun's gentle kiss as if to imply that Kami-sama himself favored her, working on her education. Oh how I envy you! To be able to fill out such exhausting papers without breaking a mental sweat!
But it seems that even she has her point of exhaustion, for she leaned back in her chair and gave a dreadful sigh, leaving her work half done and gazing about the room.
"I am so bored in this tedious environment! I wish for excitement and adventure!"
I share that sentiment, for there is not much of that sort in this unimaginative town, but your definition of "excitement" and "Adventure" differ greatly from mine.
Lady Suzumiya placed her elbow on the table and cradled her head in her hand.
"Wouldn't it be delightfully ghoulish to meet an entity of the supernatural sort? Like a vampire! That would entertain me for the rest of my days!"
Ghoulish, perhaps, but delightful? Not in the least! Such horrid creatures do not exist as far as I know, but if there are, I hope to never meet such a beast!
I have made a clever rhyme now, how wonderful!
Suzumiya stood up unceremoniously with a disappointed look in her eyes,
"I have taken all the mediocrity I can stand for today, and shall dismiss this meeting, good day to you all."
Suzumiya had dismissed our group and left with the ever so lovely Miss Asahina. I doubt I will ever get over my envy of Suzumiya. She has that lovely servant all to her self! I would gladly give half my family's fortune to have her!
Often I fantasize of offering her a large sum for the girl's contract, but I fear the reaction it would bring. I am a young man of high status, and should not risk being viewed as a perverted savage. For that is certainly what she would see me as, although I assure you I have the most purest of intentions! But let that be a dream for another day.
I packed up my school books and walked Nagato home, as I have made my daily routine. I couldn't stand the thought of her being taken advantage of by some barbaric ruffian on her way home, Such thoughts were enough to make my blood boil!
We walked through a rather delightful park as we often do, for it is a shortcut to her mansion. There was little talk as she is not much accustomed to social exchanges, but she did however, bid me thanks once we had stepped through the tori upon her residence.
Her mansion is vast, and takes a very classical theme, much akin to Shogun Tsuruya's lavish mansion, although much smaller. I wonder if common folk look at the homes of the privileged and wonder what sort of evil wicked things we upper class types do to live in such luxurious places. Although some upper class families acquired their fortunes through illegitimate means, I can tell you that I don't personally know any those types, my family often donates to charities not only to feed the poor, but to keep the economy flowing, and have worked very hard for every yen.
Ah, Lady Nagato, I am quite fond of her. Truly she is a mystery, and very alluring. Perhaps one day I shall court her? I imagine she would refuse any other suitor as it is. I placed such thoughts in the back of my mind for later debating as I walked home.
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