DISCLAIMER: We are poor. Dirt poor. So poor we could rival the pitiful state of the shanty towns of the Great Depression. The logical conclusion of the sad, sad fact is that we do not own Gravitation; Maki Murakami does.
Chapter 3: Supplying Deviousness
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Shuichi hadn't liked the subway ride, and after wailing an older man who'd grabbed his ass, he'd like it even less. Now, twenty minutes later he sat outside the dean's office, twirling one ear bud of his ipod in boredom. Apparently, celebrities were a special case, and he'd have to meet with the dean. Peachy-fucking-rific.
After what seemed hours of waiting Shuichi was finally called in to meet with the dean. A short, stodgy old secretary with silver and purple tinted hair marched him into the spacious office and announced him to the balding man behind the executive desk.
"Shindou Shuichi Sir!" The weird little lady executed a perfect salute, and then briskly turning on her heel in a very military like manner, she marched out of the room. Shuichi stared after the woman in horror; is this a military college?
"May I help you young man?" Queried the fat little man behind the desk. Shuichi turned his attention back to the dean. Gulping a whole two lungs worth of air, Shuichi smiled and enthusiastically shouted;
"Hi! I'm Shindou Shuichi and I've enrolled into your college to take one class this semester. I will be taking American Writing Styles with Uesugi-sensei and I will work hard to do well in the class. I hope to make a lot of friends and I promise to not cause a ruckus and I really thank you for letting me into your college. It's not that I'm a bad person, but I am a loud person. So I will tone it down and as you can see I'm dressed appropriately and I really thank you for this opportunity. I promise I won't waste it! Thank you so much!"
The dean gaped, dumbfounded at the young man. The well worn spectacles that had been precariously balanced on his nose were hanging off one ear and his hair was wind blown even though there was no breeze, not to mention that the windows were closed. How anyone could say so much in one breath was amazing.
"Um, uh, yes. Well, enjoy Shindou-san." The dean stuttered, his fat cheeks red at being caught off guard. Shuichi reached over the desk, grasping a pudgy hand and shaking it vehemently.
"Thank you so much Dean-san! I promise not to fail you! I promise!" With that whirlwind of activity Shuichi skipped off down the hall and on with the rest of his errands.
The dean, in his state of shock, pressed the button for his secretary. When the old lady marched in and yelled her presence the dean just looked at her. As words failed him, the dean managed to say to the militant woman before him, "I have no clue who that was, but Uesugi-sensei is going to need all the luck he can get."
A short jaunt of a few blocks brought him to the mall - hell, the shopping district - and he weaved his way through the crowd of couples and families, the occasional loner bumping into him as he pushed his sunglasses higher on his nose. He wandered around, big eyes taking in the various stores, and he glanced down at the list of supplies given to him by the Military-Secretary. Composition books, pens, American Writing Styles volumes 1-5. Jeeze. He selected a small store with a bright sign displaying advertising for the local college students, and entered the neon orange door.
"Welcome, welcome!" A tall lanky woman galloped over, nearly toppling as she stopped to smile down at him. "You're going to T University, yes?" He barely had a chance to nod before she swiped his list from him, ignoring his protested, "Hey!", and had skimmed it quickly before thrusting it back at him.
"This way!" Grabbing his elbow she wheeled him around, and propelled him towards the towering shelves with their precariously piled books. The walls were done in bright pink with green trim, the sky blue carpet covered with small oak tables with plush violet and maroon chairs scattered between them. Shuichi felt his eyes cross from the sheer amount of colors.
"You'll be under Uesugi-sensei, won't you?" The woman, her name-tag said Keiko, shook her wildly clipped chestnut hair as she laughed, and then proceeded to pull out the five mentioned books, and stuffed them into his unprepared arms.
"Yes, I'll be taking Uesugi-sensei's class. How did you -" He was cut off as she dragged him behind her, randomly grabbing books from the selves and shoving them into his arms, ignoring his muffled cries for help as he struggled to keep them all from spilling over his hold.
"He's a popular one, that Uesugi-sensei. You've got your work cut out for you kid." Finally she stopped; stopping to grab a pack of pens from a rack, and looking over to him she sighed, nodded to herself, and grabbed another three packs. "You'll lose half of them. Waste of pens, I tell you."
"I'm not," He was cut off again as she grabbed his coat, and pulled him round a shelf, her slender hand grabbing up several notebooks and a binder in two quick flashes. These she held, and deposited on the counter she'd led him to. Sputtering he was relieved of the books - ten in total - and she rang them up quickly.
"I don't need ten books!" He gestured to his list, face turning red in frustration.
"Yes, you do." She looked over the register at him, a brow raised. "Uesugi-sensei always tells me what his reading materials will be for his classes. Those are the titles for your class." She flashed him a smile and pointed to the pile before him. "Will that be cash or credit?"
Dismayed and knowing when he was beaten, he sighed, and dug out his credit card, handing it over with a sigh. The woman smiled brightly, bagged his purchases, returned the card after he'd signed and bid him good day.
He was outside before the color had stop making his head spin. Shaking, he looked over the list, surprised that he had everything. A burst of music caught his attention, and he peered up at the store a ways down, where a group of girls were giggling and showing off their new bags. Messenger bag!
Trudging along the walkway with his bag full of textbook and school supplies, Shuichi hauled himself into the backpack store. He glanced around at all the different colored bags, feeling renewed energy to seek out the perfect messenger bag. Loud techno music filled the store and almost unconsciously he swayed his hips silently to the rhythm. Picking out a neon orange bag he studied and then returned it to the rack when he realized it was to flimsy.
Shuichi repeated this action several more times, picking out a bag he liked and then realizing it was to flimsy. The search seemed to be frustrating until he saw it. It was an official Yuki Eiri messenger bag with Yuki Eiri's signature on the flap. Shu gravitated towards the rack and grabbed it just as a little black haired Lolita was about to snatch it up.
The bag's colors were perfect too and he squealed in fanboy delight. Periwinkle blue with black trim and sturdy enough to hold all of his supplies. Giddier than a schoolgirl Shuichi bounded to the counter to purchase his official Yuki Eiri messenger bag. Oh Yuki my love! You get to be with me in class!
After finding the perfect bag and setting it all up just the way he wanted it, Shuichi skipped off to the clothing store. He was so happy! There was a picture of Yuki Eiri in the bag too! This way, Shuichi was sure; Yuki would always be by his side. The only problem would be to keep the bag away from Yuki himself.
Yuki would not be happy that the publishing company was making merchandise off of Yuki Eiri the Great and Formidable Especially when Pissed Off About Something He Did Not Agree To. Sighing in contentment, Shuichi figured he would take on Yuki The Scary just to protect his awesome messenger bag.
Waltzing into a hip and happening teen store Shuichi quickly found a couple of fun t-shirts, and cool cargo pants with really funky looking sneakers with twizzled laces. He also found one shirt with Yuki Eiri's signature on it. Tempted as he was to buy it, if Yuki found out about the bag he would have a fit, if he found out about the bag and a shirt Shuichi would be dead.
So, with great consideration to his well-being, Shuichi kept to the relaxed punk student look. Mou, Yuki can sure ruin a good time even when he isn't with me! Clucking his tongue at no one in particular, Shu raced up to the register to purchase his new outfits.
"Hi sweetie! Is this all for you today?" A friendly sales clerk with penciled eyebrows asked. Eying the cashier, Shuichi tried to discern if the person was a guy or a girl. Wow, freaky. Plastering on a smile, Shuichi nodded in response and waited while the sales clerk rang up his order.
"Y'know sweetie, we have a Yuki Eiri plushie key chain if you wanna add it to your bag." Violet eyes lit up bright and Shuichi jumped up and down crying out his consent in an overly excited, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
The clerk threw in a cute little key chain of a Yuki Eiri in black slacks and white dress shirt with a big frown on his face. Even the plushie's eyes looked cold and mean. "He's perfect! Just like the real one! I'll name him Yuki Jr! He's so kawaiiiii!" Giddier than he could ever be Shuichi took his new found belonging and rushed out of the store ready to discover what lay beyond the malls.
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