Walking into home room, Chihiro is not the least bit startled to see he's the only one in full dress regalia. Oh joy. Finding an

empty window seat, he sits down making sure to pull his ankle length gray hair over his shoulder. Several snickers come from

a group of scantly clad school girls to his right. "My god, what is she wearing? That uniform hasn't been used around here in

years!" Comes the scandalized hiss from the vultures. Three boys enter the class wearing the schools uniform of tan trousers,

white shirt, cream vest, navy blue coat and tie, and black shoes shined to a high polish for outdoors and plain white shoes for

indoors, and what's this? A tan duster over their uniforms? What on earth? Everyone is worshipping these boys, what is going

on here? The vultures, a group of five blonde girls all wear the thigh high cream stockings, and mid thigh navy blue skirt with

the short or long sleeved white blouse with a cream coloured vest as well. Thankfully his uniform is a single dress of navy blue

though with it's capped sleeves and bell skirt it's a miracle he can sit and not flash anyone. Thigh high cream coloured

stockings and black Mary-Jane's for outdoors and the simply white flats for indoors. The teacher, a Mr. Hasagawa, enters

the room then and starts to take roll.

"Yasoka?"

"Which one sir? There are three?"

"Yasoka Ran, Yasoka Hikaru, and Yasoka Shin?"

"We're all here sir."

"Hn."

Heaving a mental sigh Chihiro gives the class half an ear. Perking up when Mr. Hasagawa calls his name, Oda Chihiro, he

murmurs a quite "Here Sensei" Hasagawa simply grunts at him and continues roll call. The room had gone strangely silent

when his name was called and he couldn't help the nerves that started to rack his stomach, trying to figure out why everyone

seemed to act even more strange.