A/N Hey guys! I know i haven't updated in like, A YEAR! I just got busy and forgot about this story. I am thinking of writing this as a part time thing, because now my other story, May it be, is my top priority now. When i finish that one, i am sure i will work on this more.
Also you won't hear or see anything of DOOM at the moment, it will be a couple more chapters till the encounter. So if you guys are patient with me, i sure this will be awesome!
disclaimer I don't own anything
Chapter 3
(Akiza's POV)
Sunlight streams through the pained windows as the sun begins to ascend into the sky, pulling me out of my deep sleep. I roll over and pull the covers over my head, trying to block the dreaded light. That doesn't help either because at that same time the alarm went off. Since I can't block out the sunlight or the sound I give up. The rising of the sun means the start of another day. I gently pull the covers off, letting the sun bathe me with its sunlight. I force myself to sit up and while doing so, squint at the open window that dared to open its blinds and wake me. I am not one of those people who labeled themselves 'not a morning person', but I don't like it when I am rudely interrupted from a deep sleep by that blasted sphere we call a sun. This is why I strongly dislike the idea of the Arcadia Movement covered in glass panels.
It does have its perks though. It has an amazing view over the entire city. Since the Arcadia Movement building is twenty stories high, we pretty much towered over the city. In the daytime, the sun's glare would bounce off the buildings windows and I would have to shield my eyes or else I would be blinded. Then again, what would you expect from a town mostly made of metal and glass structures. At night though it was a different story; the sun would be gone with the moon and stars to replace it. Sometimes though it was hard to see all the stars because of all the city lights. The neon lights and signs would glow and contrast against the dark, all in multiple colors that took your breath away. There are moving lights that seem to dance in front of arcades and restaurants. Some were also put in front of signs so that the people could read them at night. Also the other skyscrapers were visible in the distance as well. The Kaiba Corp one stood out the most because it was the tallest. The towering building seemed to loom over the city like a fortress. It was the stars though, that I like the most. When they are visible, they give me a feeling I just can't describe. Maybe it is because somewhere in the world, somebody else was seeing the same thing I was.
I swing my legs over the bed and stand up to stretch, already progressing on my daily routine. I walk over to my small bathroom and close the oak door behind me. I walk across the white tiled floor and make my way over to the bathroom closet. I open it up and grab two white towels: one for my body and the other for my hair. I then set them on the sink and make my way over to the shower and turn on the warm water and step inside. While some people liked to take showers at night, I preferred mine in the morning. The warm water seems to loosen my muscles and get me ready for the day. After I finish my much needed shower I step out into the open and feel cold instantly. I groan internally, I forgot to turn on the fans. It was so foggy I almost couldn't find my towels. As soon as I do, I wrap the biggest one around my body and twist the other one in my hair. I quickly walk back into my room and head to my main closet.
After picking out my usual red trench coat dress I go over to my jewelry box and pick out my red chocker and my cross-shaped necklace. After I get that settled out, focus on what to do with my hair. It was a chin-length that sort of flared out at the sides, which I like. It was my bangs that were the main problem. My bangs would be about probably one foot long if I let them down and wore them that way. I let my two longest bangs—one on each side—hang down while I curled my other bangs in a sort of head piece that looked like a curler and doubled as a restrainer for my powers. After fixing my hair I walk out of the bathroom and see breakfast on my desk. Every morning Seri brought my breakfast up to my room. I didn't really understand why but when I asked her she said it was Sayer's orders. Since she is so quiet I usually didn't hear her when she comes in, then again I'm usually in the bathroom at that time. Since I didn't want to be late for class I started eating right away. Every morning the main dish was something different, but the sides were usually the same. So it was no surprise that I saw eggs, bacon, toast, yogurt and orange juice staring right back at me. After downing the last of my orange juice I get up and stack the dishes on the tray. Seri usually gets the dishes during class so I didn't have to worry about that.
After seeing that it was 7:51 I quickly grab my books and notebooks and head out the door, making sure to take my key with me. I then walk down the pristine hallways and make my way to the elevator which was trimmed in red and gold borders (the Arcadia Movement's colors). I pushed the down button and waited patiently for it to come up. At this time it is usually rush hour for all the students since all the classes begin at 8:00 sharp. As the minutes go by, a couple more students join me in waiting for the elevator. After what seems like an hour the elevator arrived and we all pile in and since I was in the front I did the honors by pressing the fifth floor button. I turn around and see that the clock read 7:56. It only took a minute for the elevator to hit the fifth floor and as I walk out calmly others rush past me, not wanting a lecture from the teachers.
I walk down about three hallways before I reach my home room. It is a relief to say the least because four times now I almost got run over by students who were running to the elevator—some of the other classes were on the sixth floor—knowing that they wouldn't make it in time. As I walk in my classroom I notice about half of the students are still not here. Not wanting to be run over again, I walk over to my desk in the front. The cool thing about how the desks were set up was that I didn't have to worry about seeing over somebody's big head. They were kind of set up like stairs; the first six desks were on the first step, and then the next set of desks were on the second step and so on. I felt sorry for the people whose desks were at the top since they had to walk up a lot of stairs. The teacher's desk was located at the front of the room, which was in front of a large smart board (which was filled with notes). Since finals were nearly upon us we are having so many notes and assignments to write. We all experience nearly about, oh I don't about five hand cramps per class. Yeah, it is worse than what we thought it was going to be.
That's right, we have finals here to. Since we aren't really supposed to leave the Arcadia Movement—we can, we aren't prisoners it's just that we can't leave often—all of the members have their "school here"; that way we wouldn't have to leave the movement so often. Even though I like the teachers and the classes were like the other schools, I wanted to know what it would be like if I went to a public school. What would the teachers be like and would the classes be as boring as most movies portray them? I had gone to a public school before but that was before I got my powers. My mother and father had sent me to a private duel academy one when I was thirteen years old. It did not end well. I tried not to think about it as much as I could, but sometimes it just comes up.
The classes I have here are like the other entire subject at other schools. I have English combined with Literature, Chemistry, Geometry, World History, and a study hall. We usually don't have much homework but with all the finals taking place it's almost unbearable. It's like in the last three months all the teachers want to cram, pound and stuff all their information in our heads. Some of the other students are starting to plead the 8th amendment saying it's unlawful to give out cruel and unusual punishments.
Lunch takes place in the cafeteria after Geometry; the tables are polished as usual and if you looked carefully enough, you can see your reflection. The floors are usually waxed twice a month so that they gleamed in the sunlight. So basically if there was an accident it was usually because someone slipped on the waxed floors. It has only happened once or twice in the past. The people were also better than ones at public schools, I think. Students in their groups didn't try and out talk the table right next to them. There also wasn't a person—thank god for this—who thought if he belched the loudest he would get the Nobel Prize. People chattered quietly in their groups and eat their food in a civil manner. I, however, like to eat by myself since I have my social problems. People figured I wasn't a people person and just left me alone, which is fine like me.
After I finish my lunch of a salad and fruit I put my tray up and go back to my classroom to grab my stuff. Since I usually finished first I was usually the first in World History. After I collect my books and say goodbye to my teacher I head over to the elevator. I pressed the up button and almost immediately it opens. 'First come, first serve' I think to myself as I press the sixth floor button. A half minute later a small ding goes off as the doors open and I head out to my class room. Since it was just down the hallway I didn't have to ponder much where I had to go. As I open the door I notice as usual, I was the first person here. The teacher, Mr. Roper, was writing what looked like an impossibly long list of notes that we students will have to write. I walk over to my seat and take all of my stuff out.
I usually get A's in this class so I am not too worried about failing. My favorite subject is English/Lit. I didn't mind English but I preferred Literature. Since I was usually left alone I am able to get a lot of reading done. Sometimes I can almost imagine the characters and the plot forming in my head. My two favorite things to do is dueling and reading. I know, sounds funny right? The Black Rose reads? Well I do. As the teacher abandons the notes for some papers more students file in. They chat idly among themselves as they walk over to their seats. As soon as they sat down they groan, me along with them. Those papers Mr. Roper had must have been more notes because as soon as he put them down on his desk, he wrote MORE notes. I think it is safe to say that we will run out of paper before we get these notes done.
"Mr. Roper, I think I sprained my wrist today and I don't think it would be wise for me to write," one of the boys said from the back row.
"Then just write with the other one," Mr. Roper replied in a tired voice, not even looking up from the notes.
"Uh, I sprained that one too!" he tried again.
"You sprained both of your wrists in one day," he dead planted, "let me guess, you got into another fight."
"Not my fault the guy knew what he was doing," he muttered, knowing he lost, again. 'I wish I had an excuse, 'think to myself, 'because this is going to be a long day.'
"Mr. Carter would you believe me if I told you my hand just cramped?" he tried again. 'A very long day.'
