Alright, soooo here's the first official chapter to the story! My apologies for the long-ass wait for just the first chapter. Been busy with school among other things off-screen. I can't say that I'll be consistent with the rate at which the future chapters will be posted, but all I can guarantee is that this WILL be updated from time to time. I'm determined to keep this thing going.

This is really just an introduction chapter and all. It'll be the same for the next few ones that I release. It's just gonna be an introduction of several characters and maybe a few of the teacher characters that I made for the third-years. Stay tuned for some light comedy and whatnot before the real action starts.

Ah, and take note that there's gonna be a little song in this chapter. If you wanna know what it is in advance, it's called "Lucky One," and is by the band Simple Plan.

Hope you guys enjoy.

The weather was quite nice. The air was slightly chilled, though not too much. A gentle breeze would occasionally blow throughout the streets of the small, rural town known as Inaba. Such a faint zephyr rustled the visible trees all throughout the region; cicadas buzzing and accompanying the sounds of the windblown plantlife to create a natural symphony within the town.

It was a perfect day for virtually anything.

A simple stroll through the shopping district…

…Skygazing down at the riverbank…

…And, of course, starting school.

Alas, it was the day that local schools were scheduled to kick back into session. As a result, numerous students were strolling casually through the roads and streets; be they in primary or secondary school. Many of them made their way into the school zone with a small group of friends and peers alongside them. Others walked the main paths to their according schools in solitude.

Among the crowd of older teens was a certain Yasogami High student. Clad was he within the masculine variation of the autumn-winter uniform that the school lended to its attendants. The coat that he was given was opened all the way, and the button up shirt beneath it had its collar popped up; as was his preference and normal fashion sense when wearing a top with a collar.

This lad was rather tall in comparison to the other students around him, as he stood at roughly six foot two, if not an inch or two taller. His hair was a deep, navy blue; seemingly black unless caught within the correct lighting. Thanks to the use of a generous amount of hair gel, it was kept within a brushed up hairstyle. Without it, his locks would more than likely just shroud his eyes and the upper half of his face, even more so than it already was. Either way, though, it covered the majority of his right eye which, like the left, was of a shining, metallic tint of silver. With a figure well-toned with healthily slim all the while, he looked to be a lightweight for his height; an estimated weight being around one hundred and forty-seven pounds, give or take a little bit.

He walked away from the majority of the people heading to Yasogami high as well, sticking to the sidelines rather than the central point of the road. Though he was making his way alone, he seemed calm, and perhaps even the slightest bit pleased. His hands were slipped within the pockets of his slacks, and he simply kept his gaze forward while strolling ahead. On occasion, he would lift either one or both of his hands to adjust the headphones laid atop his head, going on to cycle through the mp2 player that they were connected to after doing so.

Should one have been listening closely, they would have been able to hear him as he recited the lyrics flowing into his ears within a matching, skillful melody:

"Why the stars are lined up,

So perfectly…

For everybody, but not for me…

Wish it could be easy.

But it never goes that way…

It's never like the movies…

…It's never like they say."

While continuing his little, on-the-go song cover, the navy-haired teen would soon be the subject of distant observation as another boy began walking his way from behind in a slow, cautious manner. The singer was oblivious to this newcomer, however, as he continued on:

"Well, maybe one day, I'll be back on my feet,

And all of this pain will be gone.

Maybe it won't be so hard to be me,

And I'll find out just where I-"

One word.

He only needed one word to finish the line.

However, he never was able to complete that specific part of the song, as something immediately tore his attention was from his music. Well enough, the teen's stalker had finally caught up to him, and had tackled him from behind, a smile on his face as he laughed in amusement. As for the singer, though, he had snapped his gaze over his shoulder, glaring at the newcomer for a few moments. This expression of his would fade into the deadpanned threshold after a second or two, after he fully realized exactly who this new person was.

"…Seriously, Akihiko?" he asked, a slight grin finally grazing his lips.

"Heh, couldn't help it." Akihiko shrugged with a continuous smirk of his own, taking a couple of steps to the left while continuing forward in order to place himself by his friend's flank. Brushing a hand through his sleek, ashen hair, he cast his emerald-eyed gaze to the side and at the other. "And by the way, just 'Akihiko?' No Akihiko-kun or even Tatsukawa-kun? C'mon, man; don't you show respect to others?"

Immediately after his friend concluded this remark, the silver-eyed student stuck his tongue out, blowing and making an oh-so-mature farting noise. This caused both boys to chuckle, which reflected their sense of maturity, even if by a little bit.

Finally, the singer said, "Yes, I do. To acquaintances, teachers, and other people like that." Lifting the eastern extremity, he placed t on Tatsukawa's shoulder before shoving him lightly. "Friends are excuses to that rule, though. Plus, who the Hell would willingly give you respect?" he added, grinning at the white-haired teen.

"Heeeeeeey, I'll have you know that-"

"Yooooo! Aki-kun!"

As if on cue, a call for the second boy would sound. Akihiko's smile grew larger and cocky, while his comrade released and exaggerated sigh while rolling his eyes. While this happened, the source of the new voice turned up by the green-eyed lad's remaining flank; a shorter, ginger-haired lass. Her figure was slim, and her eyes bright amber. She wore the female variation of the school's later season attire.

Nudging the melodious chap, the dragon-named boy gave him a goofy grin. "See? Someone knows how to respect others."

The second newcomer allowed a pouting expression to cross her face as she sent a childish glare to the one who had just spoken. "Pfft, yeah. Unlike you. Goddamn- I kept telling you to hold the Hell up back home but you left anyways, you frickin' jackass!"

In reaction to this, Akihiko laughed awkwardly, lifting a hand onto the girl's ginger locks and ruffling them. This earned him an odd, whining noise as the lass batted her friend's hand away.

"Eeeeeh, sorry, Kazuko," replied Aki, shrugging while slipping the rejected hand into his pocket. "I saw Takeshi walking by. I waited for a while, but if I did any longer, then he would have-"

Before that statement could be completed, Tatsukawa released an abrupt cry of both shock and pain alike, dropping to one knee. He held his stomach with one hand while securing the other one on the ground, glaring up at Kazuko through an agonized gaze. The girl herself simply continued walking, a smug smile on her face, as the remaining boy looked back and forth between the duo in a slight daze.

"Son of a bitch!" the fallen one cried out, his tone awfully loud and childish.

"You didn't wait for me, you nut," cooed the girl casually.

"You kicked me in the damned gut!"

"Di~dn't wait for me!~"

"You little- ow!"

Another remark would remain incomplete as the man – a seemingly poor excuse for one, at that – felt another lighter, yet still startling sense of contact upon his left eye. Kazuko had spun around and flung a pencil at her acquaintance before spinning back around and continuing forward without a single trouble.

She looked over her shoulder after a little while, noticing how the navy-haired student had stopped some ways away and was staring at his friend, snickering to himself.

"Yoooo, Takeshi-senpai!" the younger one called, waving her hand. "Are ya gonna get goin' or what?!"

At the sound of his name, Takeshi blinked, snapping from his trance of amusement to gaze over at the source of the call. He stared at the one afar, glancing back down at the second boy before looking at the amber-eyed student once more. "Is it, uh…is it fine to leave him like this?"

A loud, raspberry-type noise left the female's mouth. "Pfft, yeah, totally!" No concern whatsoever seemed to be apparent in her voice. "C'mon, we both know that he's experienced worse! He'll be back up in no time!"

Takeshi stared at Kazuko. "…I guess you have a point, there." He turned to face Akihiko, staring down at him with a suddenly deadpanned expression. "Sayonara, Tatsukawa-kun," he spoke simply before shifting his feet around and walking after Kazuko. He turned his attention to the girl, giving a faint, amused grin while leaving an overdramatic and childish teen in his tracks.

"Sooooo…today's gonna be your first day at Yasogami, isn't it?" the boy asked, peering over at the first-year-to-be by his eastern flank.

"Mhm! Thaaaaaat's right!"

"…Haaaaaaa, sucks for yoooouuuuuu."

A quizzical glance would be sent the chap's way as Kazuko asked, "Eh? Why's that?"

"Because highschool is just a bitch," he replied casually, shrugging while walking along. "Just like how middle school is a step up in terms of bitchiness in comparison to elementary, highschool is yet another, agonizing step above both." He paused for a moment in thought. "…Aaaaaaand the teachers are kinda weird. It just gets worse every year you progress."

Laughing, the amber-eyed lass gave her upperclassman a light and quick jab to the shoulder. "Meeeeeh, they can't be that bad, can they?"

Her companion just stared at her with an expression that was once again emotionless. "There's a math teacher that teaches both first and second years. He's a bit of a creep. Hell, he made both the guys and girls alike feel uncomfortable." Grinning, he leaned over, getting a bit too close for comfort for his kohai. "In my second year there, there was a fight with these two chicks. He was there, but all he did was take a picture or two before walking off with a goofy-ass grin. Don't even think he went to get another teacher." A chuckle escaped his lips. "I think he might have gotten a panty shot."

"…What kind of math does he teach?"

"Geometry, Pre-cal, and Calculus."

"AWWW, SON OF A BITCH!"

This remark caused the lad to laugh louder. "Ahaha, yeah, man. And for the rest of the first-year teachers, there's the voodoo science teacher, the otaku art teacher…I also remember there being a crossdressing-"

"Okay, I'm screwed this year; I get it! Holy shit…" Hooking a hand behind her neck, the ginger heaved a sigh. "God, and you say that they get worse every year?"

Takeshi nodded. "Yep. …Last year, I had my homeroom class with this lady. You could tell that she was some type of flirty cougar right off the bat, it was so-"

"Shut. Up. Please."

"Fiiiiiiiiiiine."