Since I have got the free time to finish this in Valentine's Day, I decided to sit down and type the rest of the chapter. This is merely an introductory chapter, so don't expect much other than the introduction to the characters.
A class trip should always be exciting. It should leave behind many deep-rooted memories that, even after years and decades, will remain as either a vague recollection or a tattooed imprint.
However, Kousuke could only remember the principal demanding his presence during class. He didn't know why he was thinking of such a thing, but he could only guess it was because the bus was still driving.
"President of the 42nd class, Kousuke Hayashi. I have something important to announce to you."
Kousuke could feel sweat trickling down his head. What did he do? Did he forget something? Was it something one of his classmates did? A short boy with dark red hair and moon-reflected eyes popped into his mind. He quickly swatted the image away. As the class president, his classmates were his responsibility. If his classmates were to end up in trouble, it would be him getting the lecture.
The principal's eyes didn't waver.
Kousuke gulped. "Yes, sir?"
The principal stared at him for a second before a smile appeared on his face. He folded his arms across his wooden desk while holding a pamphlet between his fingers. "Your class has been chosen to attend a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Cicada Village."
Kousuke drew a blank. "What? You mean, the Cicada Village? My class is really going there?"
The principal bobbed his head in agreement. "Yes, of course! You and your classmates have been doing excellent last semester, so I wanted to reward you all with a surprise and ended up ringing the village's owner for a trip there. The manager gladly agreed, so you guys will be spending a week there." He laughed merrily, "I just want you guys to have a fun time viewing the landscape, and I know how interested your class is about the village's rumors."
Kousuke was completely stunned. He did not expect this at all, especially not this early into the second semester.
"Thank you, sir," he said, and bowed deeply.
"Think nothing of it!" the principal cried buoyantly. "Go ahead and surprise your classmates with this news!"
Kousuke sighed, aimlessly watching thick trees roll by as their ride lumbered along the rocky road. Hours had past since they have gotten onto the bus, and now it was close to five in the afternoon. The sun was already beginning to set, and it was evidently having an impact on his classmates, for most of them were either sleeping or on the verge of dozing off.
Honestly, Kousuke still couldn't believe it – to actually go to such an infamous village, known for its dark rumors – it was frightening, yet exciting at the same time. Kousuke wondered why the principal was so willing to appease to a few teenagers' excited souls, he couldn't complain. He was probably overthinking this all, as the Ultimate Police Officer. He was interested in investigating such a place. He almost felt obliged to look at the place and make deductions based on his observations. He was a curious soul, after all.
Kousuke Hayashi, the Ultimate Police Officer.
Introductions aside, one could deduce that Kousuke was a curious and stern soul. His talent as a police officer would make one label him as an uptight person, however it was the opposite. Kousuke loved interacting with others and was a sucker for romantic sitcoms, but at the same time he was one a police officer could be. He was a stuckup to his superiors and loved following the rules. He would nag others for not being on time and would shake his head everytime someone made a lewd or flirtatious comment. He was a lovable person, but he was conservative when it came to the rules.
Personality aside, Kousuke also looked the part of an officer. He wore a black police suit, albeit not wearing the police cap he'd kept at home. After that he also wore his black dress shoes, silver wristwatch, and white gloves- yes, that was also giving him that uptight look. His eyes were a grounded shade of light brown, however his hair was a dark shade of red. His hair wasn't messy, however there were a few strands which stick out in place. His bangs swung to the right and hung above his thin eyebrows, his hair short and just above his ears.
Kousuke Hayashi was the Ultimate Police Officer, but what was much more notorious about him was that he was the president of the 42nd class from Hope's Peak. Being the president to class of other Ultimates was not only amazing, but exhausting. To handle all of the Ultimates' handful of talents and personalities was nervewrecking, yet, it did give him the experience.
If anything, Kousuke was glad he had been elected to class president. He didn't know why everyone had voted for him to be such, only that he had been chosen just a week after the school year had started.
"It's because you look like such a reliable person!"
Being the Ultimate Police Officer, it was practically an automatic guarantee, however, Kousuke was never disgruntled about this position. Slowly, he learned to love it, and couldn't be happier representing a class with such aspiring, hopeful people.
Kousuke let out a silent yawn as he continued to sightsee from the window.
Quiet murmurs resonated from the back of the bus, barely loud enough to be heard over the rumble of the wheels.
Dazed and bored, Kousuke glanced over to his fellow classmate and girlfriend, who was occupied with her phone. He let his red hair slop on over his eyes as he leaned on her shoulder.
"You're still playing, Miho?" The Ultimate asked, looking at the acrobat who was giggling at the animated figures on her screen.
"Ack!" Miho jumped at the sudden voice, eyes looking at Kousuke now. She dropped her phone on her lap, as if doing herself would make her look less guilty. A sheepish smile crossed her face. "Oops. Shit, you're not mad that I'm playing this in front of you, right?"
Kousuke looked down at the phone screen, at the well-dressed and handsome men smiling at him. He knew it. Miho was playing another dating simulator. "You're really obsessed with those types of games," he replied, sighing. "Am I not enough for you?" He got off her shoulder and rested his head on the window instead.
"Hey, was that a joke? It doesn't sound like one!" Miho pouted. "Of course you're the best, but aren't 2D guys hot? Just look at this guy here! He acts just like you, but he looks so much hotter." She pointed to a black-haired guy with a sombre half-smile.
Kousuke was silent.
"Hey, now come on! That was joke, Kousuke!" she giggled, scooting closer to the police officer and leaning on his side. "Geez, you can be so naive that I can't help but feel like you're bullshitting me sometimes!"
Kousuke rolled his eyes, but allowed Miho to lean against his shoulder. He sighed again as the acrobat picked off from where she stopped.
Miho Kanbayashi, the Ultimate Acrobat, and one of the sweetest people Kousuke knew.
Miho was a fairly tanned student with a slender build, however she did have muscle since she was an acrobat in the works. Her auburn hair was cropped into a pixie cut, highlighting her beautiful hazel eyes. She has a faded scar on her cheek, but this doesn't deter Kousuke from what she's really like. He honestly loves her, and his mind will never change, not now, when she was so alluring next to him, not ever. Miho was currently wearing a red trench coat over a blue-and-white circus singlet, on the under wearing blue-and-green trainers that were scuffed and worn. A casual and sporty outlook, if Kousuke had to say.
Kousuke frowned. He thought about their trip, remembering much of the rumors of the village and how the media portrayed it.
Cicada Village has been known for its dark and intriguing rumors. There were rumors of groups of people, or even solo adventurists, disappearing after visiting. The manager would say nothing, with only confusion on his poor elderly face as he wondered why so many would start rumors of missing people in his lovely village.
The village used to be known for its beauty and wonderful landscape, however with strange headlines out about the disappearances of people - that only overshadowed the beauty.
Still, dark rumors would only excite the youth. Anyone who had a daring soul or a dauntless mind would obviously roam to the village. The village owner was only happy that there were more and more people who came by to tour, as there were only a few people who were actually living on the land. To investigate the village and see if the rumors were true were just exciting. To even view the landscape atop of it was splendid. It was definitely a win-win, both for the villagers, and the tourists themselves.
Yes, it was exciting. However, those rumors were just mere rumors. Kousuke knew they were nothing more than fabrication, however his heart could not stop thumping in his ears. He was worried. The unnerving feeling that had followed him from the principal's office was unshakeable. It made him hesitate getting onto the bus, and now, it was making him hesitate going along with the class trip.
What will happen this week? The other students back at Hope's Peak are probably jealous of us, yet I can't help but grow more and more jealous of them. I don't even know why I'm shaking.
Kousuke thought and thought until his head ached. He stared out the window, but wasn't really looking.
He was ashamed to say he almost jumped out of his skin as thick fingers wrapped around his eyes.
"Ah!"
In haste, Kousuke gripped the hands none too gently and ripped them away from his face. He turned around to find the grinning perpetrator and frowned. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He snapped, still high-strung. He quickly loosened his expression to a tired one, not wanting to look intimidating. "Seriously, what are you doing?"
"Just want you to snap out of your thoughts. You look like shit."
The police officer sighed. "Harsh as always, Machiko."
"What? I'm just stating facts!" Machiko yelled, having no self-awareness. Kousuke hurriedly made a motion for her to tone down. She obviously chose to ignore him and punctuated this by flicking her fringe out of her eyes and blowing a raspberry.
Machiko Tachibana, the Ultimate Wedding Crasher.
Her dirty blonde hair fell to her neck, and she flipped it behind her neck only to pull it back and tuck it behind her ears. Her eyes were slanted and mono-lid. She had thin lips, pronounced with heavy red lipstick. She leaned over his seat with ease, and once again Kousuke was reminded how tall she is – five foot seven. She wore a strapless, white dress to counter her complex personality along with simple white flats.
"Hey, Chichi." Miho didn't bother to care about Kousuke, now waving at the wedding crasher who grinned her way.
Chichi – a nickname that mostly everyone would call her. Kousuke wasn't too fond of nicknames, however he didn't completely avoid the usage of them. He would call Miho his 'sweetheart' sometimes, after all.
"Yo!" Her voice was as loud as always. She tapped the seat behind him, indirectly showing off the diamonds that wrapped around her index and wrist. "Your boyfriend is such a party pooper sometimes. By sometimes, I mean all the time."
Kousuke sighed. Machiko really didn't know how to sugar-coat. "I didn't need your input, but thanks."
Machiko shrugged before Miho began to speak. "Well, that shit doesn't really bother me." The acrobat smiled, making Kousuke flush with warmth. She wrapped her arms around his waist. "He's cute like that."
"Hm, I see. Interesting!" Machiko popped her head back down from her seat, finally taking initiative to consider the people around her. However, her partner stirred, and woke with a sleepy, gray glare.
"Thanks for waking me." She grumbled while flattening her neon purple hair.
Machiko turned to her partner. "Sorry, Kimi," she said without really meaning it.
"I told you I hate being called that."
Kousuke sighed. He was drained, but not in the sleepy way. "Sorry, Kimiko," He repeated, but sincerely. "Did we wake you up?"
The girl nodded, but dropped her glare. "Well, yes. I'm not mad about it though."
Kimiko Saigo, the Ultimate Bacteriologist.
She redid her French twist, wrapping it neatly between her fingers before magically sliding it into place. She also went the extra length to fix her already perfect bangs. In an act of unconcealed bravery, she stood up on the rocking bus and tucked her gray cami top into her high-waisted pants, while on rather chunky heels. She picked her military green jacket from her hips and slipped it on silently before coming to rest in her seat, though keeping her head away from the headrest. She pulled her silver necklace from the back of her neck and let it frame prettily against her collarbones. Once she finished adjusting herself, she fixed a steady gaze on Machiko. Kousuke watched in silence as they communicated through their eyes. Honestly, she did not match the description of what Kousuke would think of a bacteriologist, however he couldn't judge.
"Why did you sit next to her anyways?" Kousuke asked, teasing Machiko, who gasped exaggeratedly at the statement.
Kimiko shrugged. Her voice was low-pitched. "I don't really care who I sit next to."
"How nice of you. Blunt as always." Machiko grinned slyly at Kimiko, then shot an accusing look at the police officer. "You're such a jerk, Kousuke."
Kousuke rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, I know I'm the best class president out there. Now, please leave me and Miho alone," he asserted, bringing his arm around his girlfriend, ending the conversation.
"Hmph! I see! Woopsy-daisy!" Machiko slumped back into her seat, leaving the duo to their peace.
Kousuke sighed inwardly to himself. He wondered when they would reach the village, before deciding that he didn't want to stay awake until then. It didn't take long for him to close his eyes, leaning into Miho's strong but slender frame, and letting her steady breaths lead him to rest.
Kousuke woke to the sound of unrestrained cheering. He saw Miho barely miss slapping his face as she, as everyone, rushed to the windows.
"It's the village! We're here!"
Kousuke's eyes widened and he quickly stood up, the bus having come to a stop. He looked outside of the window alongside his girlfriend, finding himself eyeing the dark night sky. The moon was out, shining brightly with the stars forming clear constellations over the black atmosphere. He pulled his eyes away from the country sky and stared at the limitless horizon. There was a long wide wooden building and a silver plate across the entrance, barely legible in the dark:
Welcoming Visitors to Cicada Village.
They were right. They were finally here.
"WOOHOO! LET'S GO!"
Kousuke covered his ears, glaring at Machiko who tackled her way out of the door. Everyone was prompted to follow, giddy as they quickly followed the wedding crasher out. The police officer couldn't help but feel his heart race, and was only calmed as Miho held his hand tightly in hers.
"Let's go!" she said, smiling in a way made Kousuke's face flush.
"R-right!" Kousuke allowed the acrobat's to lead him excitedly out the bus. He was the last to step out, the driver eyeing him before the door closing. Kousuke couldn't care less however, and instead his eyes were drawn to the gigantic wooden building, welcoming them officially to the village.
"Are we supposed to go inside the visitors' center now, leader?"
The visitors' center, yes, after they go inside, they would be able to talk to the owner or receptionist and head officially into the village.
Kousuke eyed the person who had talked to him. "Zero." He nodded his head in greeting.
The Ultimate Drama Club Leader, Zero Amemaru.
Zero nodded back, not once moving his gray eyes away from the visitor's center. His unruly, gray-blue hair flopped ungracefully on his head, but fell back into place when he straightened up. His plaid blue trapper hat almost fell, but he grabbed it by the sew teardrops that decorated its side. Zero frowned to himself and began fixing his appearance. He adjusted his yellow tie, decorated with a shamrock, before tore his gaze from the building and met Kousuke's gaze.
Kousuke remembered when he first met Zero. He thought that the boy was surprisingly normal for someone with the title of the Ultimate Drama Club Leader. His opinion hasn't really changed, but that was what made Zero really stand out amongst this rowdy crowd of strange teenagers.
Zero attempted to straighten out the wrinkles in his navy blazer, particularly at the light-blue stripes, with a disgruntled mumble. Kousuke noticed a bulky bump trapped in his cuff. As always, Zero seemed to have some things hidden in blazer. His black button vest, decorated uniquely with a spade, stretched out over his five feet, six inches height, and rested neatly on his of his slender, almost athletic looking frame. In the dark, his fair complexion stood out against the dark sky.
"You look fine," Kousuke commented.
Zero stopped fidgeting.
Kousuke turned back towards the visitor center. "Yes, I think we should go inside."
"Hm, okay." Zero nodded to himself. "Whatever leader says then."
Kousuke decided to tell the rest as well, clearing his throat to gain their attention. Attention was snapped to him without trouble. "Guys, we should wait for a bit. We might not be allowed to enter first of all. Besides, it would be rude if we were to barge in now."
"Oh, right." Machiko nodded, stopping halfway through a run. Clearly, she was about to barge in. "Makes sense."
"I'm too excited though." One of the guys said, grinning coyly.
Kousuke deadpanned. "No, you're going to wait here with us, Hisashi."
"Oh, don't worry Kousuke, I'd never leave your side~"
Hisashi Suzuki, the Ultimate Horologist.
The boy gestured at his skinny, five foot two self. "I'm afraid you'll have to handcuff me if you want me to obey you, though." His charismatic, silver eyes glinted with unhidden glee. He ran a hand through his dark red hair and stared up at the sky. "The stars are beautiful tonight."
Hisashi spread his arms wide, attempting to engulf the world into his patterned gray blazer. "But you know who's even more beautiful?"
Kousuke blinked. He might humor him, just this once. "Who?" he asked, unable to keep the tired tone out of his voice.
Hisashi grinned, and jumped high enough for his timepiece pendant to smack him in the face. "Me!" His black shoes kicked up dirt on the ground as he landed.
"Wow," Kiyomiko deadpanned as she walked past, her dark pink, chin-length, and wavy hair swaying in her wake.
"That's mean, Sana!" Hisashi cried as he looped his thumbs into his white belt. "Compliment me, Kousuke!"
The Ultimate Police Officer was about to leave, but a small voice brought him back.
"Hisashi, is it really wise to tease the class president like this?"
"Aww, you're so cute~" Hisashi giggled, ruffling the coal-colored hair of his boyfriend with an endeared smile. Koro's cowlicks only stuck up more with Hisashi's messy hand. However, it was an amusing sight since Hisashi was so short. It was almost as if it was a child petting their parent. He stands taller than Hisashi at five feet and eight inches, if Kousuke could remember correctly. Mentally, he ran his mind through Koro's file. "Don't worry. I was only teasing. You know I haven't tried leaving on my own ever since I fell for you, right?" The shorter boy frowned. "Your collar and tie are messy," he mumbled, and began fixing them despite Koro's embarrassed blush.
"H-Hisashi!"
Kousuke watched the scene unfold between his eyes, now wondering what to say in the situation. He didn't notice someone was walking out of the wooden building.
The person who Hisashi was flirting with was Koro Mitsuki, the Ultimate Paramedic.
Koro was dressed quite contrastingly to Hisashi; he wasn't fancy at all. Although Koro was quite handsome, his clothing didn't fit his features. Since he too was pale and thin, standing alongside his boyfriend made them look like dress shoe wearing ghosts, especially in the cool, night air. However, to counter the cold, Koro wore a thick, black trench coat, and it nicely framed his broad shoulders. He wore black designless jeans and dark blue dress shoes white ankle socks, completing his famous paramedic look.
"Can you two stop flirting before I arrest you guys for PDA?"
"K-Kousuke!" Koro's honey eyes widened.
Hisashi released his hand from his boyfriend's brown tie. He flattened Koro's grey collar before turning around to the officer. "I would say the same for you and Miho, but I'll listen to you."
"Thank you." Kousuke sighed and turned around instinctively, before realizing that someone was staring his way. His eyes widened and he turned to a patiently waiting man, possibly the owner of the village. "P-pardon my rudeness." The boy bowed. "My name is Kousuke Hayashi, and I am the class president and Ultimate Police Officer. It is an honor for us students to be allowed into such a wonderful place, sir."
The owner smiled. He was an old man with white hair and small eyes. He wore nothing more than a light green trench coat and jeans, along with brown hiking boots. The weather obviously made him cold. "It's fine," he began, voice hoarse and breathless. "My name is Mamoru Miyamoto, but just Mr Miyamoto is fine." He looked at the police officer before looking at the rest of the frolicking high schoolers. "And can I get the others' names?"
Kousuke gestured to his girlfriend to start. She smiled happily. "I'm Miho Kanbayashi, and I'm the Ultimate Acrobat! Nice to meet you!"
Beside her, adjusted his bronze school pin. "Zero Amemaru, Ultimate Drama Club Leader." He placed his hands on his brown pants as he nodded his head minimally. He stared at his brown loafers until Miyamoto looked away.
The Ultimate Food Critic, Kenta Yagira, took the cue to speak next. He bowed politely, and his green-highlighted black hair swayed with the gentle breeze. He played with his moderately tanned fingers.
"I'm Kenta Yagira, the Ultimate Food Critic."
Mr Miyamoto smiled. "Nice to meet you, Kenta."
"Yeah, nice to meet you too..." Kenta averted his blue gaze, not knowing what else to say. He began fidgeting with his plaid red button-up when Miyamoto didn't look away. He quickly excused himself and shuffled aside, hands balled in his dress pants. Kousuke was about to follow him, but caught him unzipping the fanny pack around his waist, and pulling out a small pack of snacks. His shirt stretched underneath his muscular figure as he began eating quietly.
Kenta Yagira, five feet, five inches. Kousuke recalled, mind mapping out the food critic's file. He remembered looking at Kenta's profile and thinking how royal-like he looked.
The next person introduced herself with a yawn.
"I'm Chiyoko Endo, and I'm the Ultimate Fashion Stylist...I guess," she said, and thumbed a red highlight in her brown, pixie hair. A strand fell out from behind her ear and she tucked it back lazily.
Mr Miyamoto frowned. "You guess?"
Chiyoko said nothing – even as Kousuke crossed his arms. She tilted her chin, as if balancing something precariously on her upturned nose. Seeing that she wasn't going to give an explanation, he answered for her. "She's just a bit tired right now."
"I see..." Mr Miyamoto replied unsteadily.
Chiyoko Endo, the Ultimate Fashion Stylist, started towards Kenta, her pear-shaped body swaying languidly. The village head followed after her with a gaze Kousuke couldn't read. She stared back with hard, steel-gray eyes, before looking away to grab a snack with a tan hand. When Miyamoto turned away, she raised a bushy eyebrow at Kousuke, who shrugged. Frowning with her plump lips, she placed a hand securely on the pink purse around her shoulders.
Chiyoko was a girl who stood at five feet and seven inches tall, just taller than Kenta himself. A tattoo of a bird melded prettily into her collarbone. She wore a stylish, scarlet, long-sleeved blouse with a ribbon around the waist, matching the look with black leggings and combat boots. She was wearing a red fedora with a pink flower attached around it.
Kousuke watched her play with a measuring tape around her neck. He recalled her sleeping with it on the bus. It never truly leaves her side.
Mr Miyamoto smiled widely before turning to the next person. "How about you?"
There was no response for a while. Kousuke sighed and tapped his classmate's shoulder. "Chizu, he's talking to you."
Said girl jumped and nearly crumpled the piece of paper in her hands. She hastily bowed her head to the village's owner. "I-I'm Chizu, and I'm the Ultimate Cartographer." Her yellow, baggy eyes widened in embarrassment.
Chizu Sakusei, the Ultimate Cartographer.
Chizu was very tall, so to speak – five feet and nine inches. Although she looked tall, she tends to look shorter instead because of her build, having a small chest as well. Her legs, however, were long.
Kousuke knew was that Chizu had scars on her stomach and arms, however she was hiding it well, with a white t-shirt and jacket. The reason why he knew was because of what Miho and his other classmates told him. He was extremely worried, but didn't want to pry and pressure her.
She shuffled to the side with her converse shoes.
Seishin Osorubeki, the Ultimate Spirit Medium, was next.
"I am the reincarnation of the Grim Reaper himself, Seishin Osorubeki, pleasure to meet you, mortal." As he said this, the wind conveniently picked up and flourished his black, spikey, lion's mane hair, along with his red-and-white akuma prayer bead necklace. His blood red eyes glinted dangerously in the night, and the black tribal tattoo on his torso was flaunted intimidatingly. He swooped his limbs, in a crooked, yet graceful way, and Kousuke saw Seishin's small scars glisten underneath the moonlight.
Mr Miyamoto tilted his head out of confusion and took a hesitant step back, but Kousuke made a gesture to not mind. The police officer shook his head. "Jesus Christ Seishin..."
Seishin was one of the tallest, at six feet, and intimidated a lot of people who didn't know him well. His legs and arms were unshaven. His build, however, was athletic, some abs and muscle prominent with a lack of coverage. A skull-shaped birthmark covered his chest. This was all to be seen since his upper body was exposed, and he only wore baggy, short, black pants with red stains imprinted into the fabric. To complete the look, it was shaggy and ripped at the end. He also wore a cow skull shaped headdress with brown horns on his head. Red face paint, in the shape of triangles, smudged his tanned cheeks and highlighted his strong jawline.
Seishin walked away with the click-clack of his wooden Japanese shoes, black rope holding it in place.
Kousuke eyed the next person, gesturing his classmate to speak. "Your turn."
"Mhm! Of course." The girl nodded and glanced at the man with tired, green eyes. "I'm Anna Matsuo, and I am considered to be the Ultimate Storyteller." She widened the pre-set smile on her face.
Anna Matsuo, the Ultimate Storyteller.
Anna's hair was brown and messy, reaching her shoulders. She was at a short five feet and three inches tall. She had a mole under her left eye and was skinny – no muscle to be seen. Anna was wearing a white, slightly puffy blouse, which had a frilly collar. A heavy, dark gray coat with a fluffy hood topped her outfit. She wore a green skirt with black leggings, despite the weather, and they connected well with her knee-high, brown boots.
Kousuke observed the next person who briefly introduced himself. "Ladies and gentlemen, meet Takumi Orochi, the Ultimate Investigator." He spoke with a singsong voice, but then stood silent. He eyed Mr Miyamoto with a green, narrow, scrutinising gaze.
"Nice to meet you." Miyamoto said, albeit uneasily.
"You too!" Takumi said, and removed the pipe from mouth, stretching his lips to form a tight smile. Kousuke remembered asking the blonde, shaggy-haired boy about the old detective's pipe he carried everywhere, and having the other announce that it was a just prop.
Takumi Orochi, the Ultimate Investigator.
Takumi was tall and lean, having little to no muscle. Currently, he was wearing a white t-shirt, dark jeans and green converse shoes. Around his neck was a multi-colored, small neck scarf and at his head, sat a gray-brown flat cap. Kousuke watched as he fingered with the popped collar of his blue checked shirt, deep in thought. The Ultimate Police Officer was tempted to go confer with his fellow crime scene companion, but refrained himself, wanting to instead ensure that everyone's introductions went smoothly.
"I see." Mr Miyamoto nodded and looked at the next person, a boy with unbridled glee and a green bandana wrapped round his head, florally printed in yellow. "You?"
"May I sing a serenade to fill the atmosphere with happiness?" The boy took a hold of his staple mandolin, strumming it. The white pick flashed against the steady, dark brow instrument. "Hyoushi Hosoe, Ultimate Mandolinist, at your service."
Hyoushi Hosoe, the Ultimate Mandolinist.
The Mandolinist stood at five feet and eight inches, having lightly tanned skin and a lanky build. He was considerably handsome. He wore a loose, light blue and green yukata over his white t-shirt, paired with loose-fitting black shorts.
Mr Miyamoto laughed at Hyoushi's little song, and the Ultimate Mandolinist's blue eyes lit up like Christmas lights. He danced happily on his socked feet with brown geta shoes, and skipped away, humming and strumming. Kousuke grinned, before looking to the next person, then frowned upon noticing her disgruntled face. "You need to introduce yourself," he said, frustrated. "We're his guests, after all."
"You think I didn't know that?" The girl retorted back, but shook her head once the old man eyed her. "If you must know, the name's Kiyomiko Ike, but call me Sana, and only Sana. Oh, I forgot, I'm also the Ultimate Lucky Student."
Kousuke sighed at her flippant tone. He seriously didn't know why Kiyomiko was so disoriented of others.
She blinked her oval, violet eyes at him, and her eyelashes fell like velvet curtains over her cheek. "Stop scowling."
Kiyomiko Ike, or Sana, was the Ultimate Lucky Student.
Kiyomiko was of average build, though she was pretty with her proportional features and heart-shaped face. A small blue bird-shaped clip held back a small section of her fringe away on one side of her head, and a similar sized purple heart-shaped hair clip did the same thing on the other side. Her skin is a milky tea color, generally healthy, though there were scars over her body. She has silver studs in her ears, something that would've been a school violation if she didn't attend Hope's Peak. Kiyomiko wore a simple pink blouse and a floral-patterned skirt, underneath with white leggings and laced-up trainers. She also has purple-framed reading glasses on a chain hanging around her neck, the chain medium-length and silver with tiny pink and purple silk ribbon bows tied into it at random intervals. She also has a silver charm bracelet laden with charms around one wrist, and a few beaded bracelets around the other.
"Stop staring – you have a girlfriend."
Kiyomiko spoke with a wry edge to her voice and left the scene, leaving Kousuke feeling vexed. He watched her leave to the back of the crowd. She always did that, he swore. Mr Miyamoto side-eyed Kousuke, who shrugged.
"You're up," the police officer said, gesturing to the girl who smiled upon his words.
She stepped up with her shoulder-length platinum blonde hair behind her back and her ashy amber eyes glinting with an untraceable emotion.
"I'm Kagami Sakkaku, the Ultimate Tailor. Pleasure to meet you."
The last person to introduce herself was Kagami Sakkaku, the Ultimate Tailor.
Kagami stands at an amazing six feet and one inch, her chest being slightly larger than the average female. Her skin was slightly dark and although Kousuke knew she had freckles on her face, and that she had hid them with concealer. She wore dark green dress pants, a pair of shiny black dress shoes, a forest green vest that was over a white buttoned up long-sleeved shirt, and a black bowtie.
She fixed the bangs that fell over her eyes with her punctuated black nails as Miyamoto observed her.
"Nice to meet you too." Mr Miyamoto nodded his head, wrinkles on his lips moving up as he smiled.
He looked at the group.
"It's nice to meet you all, and I welcome you to the Cicada Village."
Applause and cheers ran throughout the area. Kousuke smiled, as his classmates were just as excited as he was.
Mr Miyamoto walked into the entrance building, taking a few steady steps until he looked back.
"Let's all head inside and look around the area, shall we?"
Everyone brimmed with varying levels of euphoria, and all followed suit.
They followed suit, yet that sense of worry continued to linger in Kousuke, like an unwanted shadow. However, the moment they walked into the building and officially made way into the village, that worry was obscured with a thick blanket of joy.
And that's the end of the introduction. Please tell me who is your favorite and who do you dislike so far. Now, onto the reviews...
JessJess1818: Oh, wow! Thanks for the kind words.
Shyjoker: The person who created the wedding crasher character has a wide imagination, more so than I do. Let us hope I portrayed him correctly.
Wolffang1795: It was honestly hard to choose between your two characters. I loved both of them. I hope I will portray your character correctly.
Norbus95: And thank you for the submission! Thank you for the kind words.
Crimson Spider Lily: A detailed review. I like it, especially what you can deduce from the roster here. I'm happy that a lot of the talents here are fairly new to you. Your thoughts are very interesting, let's see if they're right. And thank you kindly for submitting me your character.
TheRoseShadow21: And thank you for the submission. Yes, wedding crasher is an interesting talent indeed.
ToonGuy: And thank you for submitting a character to me. I'm glad you are interested in the talents on the characters, and I hope I will meet your expectations.
Lowrietial: And thank you for submitting.
Maestro Infinite: I hope I will portray him to your liking.
jaughy: And thank you for the submission. I hope I will portray her to your liking.
ThePersonOfNothing: And thank you kindly for the submission.
RioA: Of course!
