"Ms. Toriumi, I have those papers you needed for the first day." the young light blue haired girl said, handing the sandy brown-haired woman a stack of papers involving the list of students for class 2-E.
"Ah, thank you, Saki, and I told you, call me Isako. Now time to just go through and see who exactly is in my class. By the way, have you gotten the list of students in your homeroom?" Ms. Toriumi said, looking towards her friend.
Saki shook her head, but gave a small smile that shone like a million suns. It wasn't unusual for the Oichi to call teachers with Mister or Miss or Missus, but in truth, she wasn't exactly the right age to be an assistant. Still, it was good for her to consider Ms. Toriumi a friend, and a person who she can confide in, as well as helping her friend vent.
"Considering my age, Ms. Toriumi, it wouldn't seem right. And no, I do not have a classroom to call my homeroom. I like not having to make sure I have a list of students to maintain. I wouldn't be able to not have riots all the time." Saki replied.
"Oh, well, I think it's wonderful that-"
"Sorry the intrusion into the conversation." A masculine voice said, entering into the somewhat large room that was considered the faculty office of Gekkoukan High.
Ms. Toriumi and Saki both turned towards the voice to see a tall man of about 35, dressed in a black turtleneck and black pants fastened by a belt. His hair is dark brown, and he has a ponytail that reaches to his neck. His face, for the most part, is covered by a mask with an orange butterfly on the left side of his face. The man walks up to the two women, and places a small bento down in front of the light blue-haired woman.
"Saki forgot her lunch, and so I thought it would be kind of me to bring it to her, considering the news I also had to bring her." He said.
"Thank you, oto-san. What is the news though? Have you found him yet?" Saki said, opening the bento box to look at what is inside.
"O-oto-san? He looks barely older than you, Saki!" Ms. Toriumi exclaimed, a surprised look on her face from the relations.
"And you must be Ms. Toriumi, my daughter has spoken quite the fair bit about you, about how she considers you a friend. Yes, I am Ms. Oichi's father, but please, call me Philemon." Saki's father said to the brown-haired woman, before turning to Saki. "No, I haven't found him, however, he might appear soon due to the first fool coming here."
Saki's eyes widened downward, an array of shock and surprise on her face caused by the bomb of a situation dropped on her. She slowly tilted her head upward at the man she called father, giving a quivering lip.
"He- he's coming? When?" she asked in a nervous tone.
"Tomorrow, you will know who he is when you see him." Her father replied, walking towards the exit. "Have a nice day, my little hope. Have a great time teaching your class, Ms. Toriumi."
"Have a nice day, Mr. Oichi. Hopefully we will meet again!" Ms. Toriumi replied.
So, the first fool would arrive tomorrow? Who would he be? What would he look like? In truth, she already knew these answers. One year. One year he had to alter fate, and she would help him however she possibly could. Two things however, were certain. The first, would be that this boy would alter fate, and complete the destiny that was chosen for him. And the second, was that Saki Oichi, the woman known as hope, would fight her long-dead boyfriend, Yumi Miyamoto, the man known as dreams.
And this was a fight she was willing to fight. A fight, she would not lose.
And here we have the prologue, which takes place the day before the beginning of the story. This story is going to be very ominous at times, but everything will be explained as time goes on.
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