Chapter word count: 6,300 words
Wifi is struggling to update the chapter, it keeps deleting the Authors note xD
So I hope this chapter is okay - I had to split it into two parts cause 11k + words. I haven't yet edited the second part, and whilst I have edited this one, it's 11pm at night so eh. I hope I personified everyone's characters okay - I didn't go into too much detail since I had to introduce as many as possible. The second half definitely does! I'll start responding to reviews next chapter. I took advice I got from the prologue and I changed the spacing - it had just been a habit for me before to do single-line spacing.
See the bottom of the chapter for more notes, including a full chapter list.
I hope this is okay, because seriously I'm worried I got someone too OOC - even though I spent almost 2 weeks typing to make sure I kept them as close to character as possible. WHICH REMINDS ME - Sorry if Nagisa is OOC, there's very little material with him as a teacher so I'm slowly getting used to it.
Cya next time, Raven.
!IMPORTANT! I still need information from the following people; if you spot your character in this list can you review/pm with the information? Thanks, and sorry for asking so much - I want to make this as good as possible!
Cloriko Gastumatsee: Clothing, Aspirations, Previous Club, Cup size
Ryu Kisoka: Aspirations, Previous Club
Kokoro Fujioka: Aspiration, Previous Club, Cup size
Yukio Joyce: Aspiration (Assuming he didn't have a Previous Club as he is a transfer)
Echo Shinoa: Aspiration, Previous Club
Shion Arisa: Clothing, Aspiration, Previous Club, Cup size
Kuro: Clothing, Aspiration, Previous Club
Shouta Endou: Clothing, Aspiration, Previous Club
Ari Sato: Clothing
Tatsukawa Ken: Aspiration, Previous Club
Kazuko Hikari: Clothing, Previous Club
Yuri Yoshitoki: Aspiration
Megumi Chiyo: Aspiration, Previous Club
Katsuo Mao: Clothing, Previous Club
Hikaru Shachimato: Clothing, Aspirations, Previous Club, Cup size
The air was chilly as Kumino Mikoshi made his way up the mountain.
The sun was shining, just peaking over the horizon. Dew still lingered on the blades of grass and birds were merrily chirping in the trees. Occasionally, the leaves formed a green corridor over the dusty path, covering the student's walkway in spots of dappled light. Honestly, it was rather pretty. Kumino was left wondering why the hazardous view of the mountain most of the school held even existed.
Although, they were 3-E. Why did he even question it?
Twirling one of his curls on his bangs with his ring finger, Kumino sighed. He hadn't wanted to be here – he was completely innocent, after all. He hadn't been the one to take the trophy out of the cabinet. The true culprit had been those students. Of course, when Asano spotted Kumino with the trophy, how was he supposed to defend himself? Kumino's right eyelid twitched as he thought about it. His eyes – the colour of a happy dawn – strayed upwards, looking at the branches on the trees. He remembered the last time he was this far away from home on his own. It had been his last day in 2-B. The bullies had a feast. Kumino's 'going away present', as they liked to call it. A shiver travelled up his spine as the feminine boy crossed his arms over his body.
"Kumino-kun!" A voice called for him. He turned rapidly, his eyes widened at the sudden noise, like a rabbit on alert from a hunter. He needn't be worried. Running up the mountainside was a girl he recognised from his previous class, who he knew also fell to class 3-E. Shimizu Miho had been known as the 'darling' of class 2-B. She was a patient listener and hostile to outsiders. However, to all in her class, they knew her as a friendly companion who was perfect girlfriend material. If Kumino was honest, he could tell where they were coming from, although he never felt this attraction himself. Her long, ash brown hair tumbled freely down her back, fading into a soft pink ombre. As Shimizu ran to catch up with Kumino, said hair blew behind her, forming a long stream behind her. Kumino stopped to allow the girl to reach him.
"Shimizu-san." Kumino nodded at her. Whilst the two may not have been very close, they were both quiet and observant, to a degree. Being on the outside of the group suited both of them fine.
"You decided to come earlier as well then?" Shimizu tilted her head, starting to walk. Kumino copied her speed, walking alongside her. He tried not to be put off by the fact that her intense, electric blue eyes were staring right through him.
"Yeah – I didn't want to risk being late on the first day." Kumino smiled slightly, "I really don't need to deal with such a disaster right now."
"Yeah, I can imagine so!" Shimizu agreed, nodding her head. Kumino didn't reply, his gaze wandering away again. He spotted Shimizu looking ahead from the corner of his eyes. Privately, Kumino was vaguely irritated by the way the beautiful girl was his height, yet was so lithe and light. However, he didn't hold onto it. Without realising, Kumino's hand had wormed its way into his bag, grasping his glasses case. He didn't take them out though, as he was wearing his contacts. Shimizu seemed to notice as her eyes quickly flickered down to Kumino's bag before looking back forwards. Her head was swaying side to side in time with a nameless imaginary beat. The side of Kumino's mouth raised slightly with a half-hearted smile. Lost in her own world… just like him.
Ah. The building.
Kumino hadn't even seen it in the horizon, but now the duo had walked onto ground which wasn't trying to throw them off his feet. It was just as he expected it to be - run-down, neglected and to anyone who wasn't aware of the class, abandoned. It was a ghastly way to spend his last year of Junior High.
"Are you sure we aren't too early?" Shimizu's words pulled Kumino out of his train of thought. The female was looking at the windows, situated to the right of the door. The boy squinted, trying to make out the distorted shadows from the actual shapes. After a few seconds, Kumino was able to make out what appeared to be a head at the front; perhaps someone asleep. Someone also seemed to be leaning against the window, blocking a large part of the remaining view.
"I'm sure – after all, some people did have the same idea." Kumino responded with a shrug.
"Yeah, I guess that's true." Shimizu nodded, her eyes darting over to Kumino. He looked back at her, eyes wide.
"You feeling alright?" He asked.
"Just… nervous, I guess," Shimizu replied, biting her lip slightly, "I mean, I know some of our old class are here – but what if they change? What if they won't like us?"
"Are you, the infamous beauty known as Shimizu-san, worried you won't get friends here?" Kumino smiled, although not without an unusual hint of mockery, "You'll be absolutely fine – they'll love you, and besides, you always have me."
"Yeah, but when you put it like that it sounds like I'm only concerned with myself!" Shimizu answered back, her eyes shining.
"I'm sure you aren't." Kumino laughed slightly at Shimizu's concern. Behind his companion, Kumino noticed the person leaning against the window turn their – her – head slightly, watching. There seemed to be a fringe blocking her eyes, although the small boy noted her light-toned skin.
"Now you don't even sound sure." Shimzu's smile faltered slightly, and Kumino knew he had gone too far.
"I'm certain, trust me." Kumino insisted. Not entirely convinced, Shimizu looked over to the glass; the girl watching them earlier turned as she did so. A flawless hand snuck to the end of Shimizu's hair as she ran her fingers through her flowing locks.
"I'll take your word for it then." Shimizu broke the awkward silence, before heading over to the doors. Kumino followed, going quiet and once again sinking into his own world. He snuck a look back at Shimizu, noting all the little details which he hadn't noticed back in B class. Her face was pristine, her eyes rimmed with makeup, probably. Her clothing was tailored to her body shape perfectly. If a person looked hard enough, it wasn't difficult to tell that Shimizu's family was wealthy. She didn't boast about it though, so sometimes children didn't know. The more mature ones would recognise her family name from the many lines of technology products they shipped – they were the owners of the well-developed company Shimtech.
Noiselessly, Shimizu pushed upon the doors, walking into the corridor. Kumino kept up with her, closing it behind. Despite the lack of air conditioning and heating, the inside of the building was warmed to a pleasant temperature. Prickles travelled up Kumino's back regardless and he dodged to the side. Seconds later, a drop of cold water dripped down to where he was standing.
"Nice dodge." Kumino turned to Shimizu, who was watching him closely, her sharp gaze fixed on him.
"Thanks." Kumino nodded rather stiffly, before proceeding to walk towards the classroom door. He mentally cursed himself. Why do I feel so 'off' today? He brushed his dark brown bangs from his right eye to no avail, as they simply fell back in place. I'm probably just nervous. Yeah, that must be it. Shimizu-san wouldn't have helped either; we never tended to speak to each other much before now anyways. It's just the new bond of E Class which binds us. The door to the classroom was already slightly open. Kumino stopped by it pausing.
"Are you okay?" Shimizu came up next to him, looking down slightly at him. Kumino flinched slightly at this careless yet meaningful thought. Of course, all the boys had to look down at him – he was just used to being eye-level with the girls. It agitated him when there was one higher than him. He didn't show it though, or let it bother him much – after all, being annoyed at something as petty as height was pointless.
"Yeah – I'm just wondering what this classroom holds. Horrors, maybe."
"I'm sure it won't be awful." Shimizu shrugged before pushing the door open herself. Immediately, two of the students in there turned to face them, making Kumino hesitate even more. A total of five students were already there, and as he walked in, he got a better look at them.
The one leaning against the window was observing them with one cool cornflower eye. The other was hidden behind a thick fringe which obscured the whole left half of her face. As she turned away, Kumino tried to think of who she was, yet he didn't know. She must have been from class C or D if he didn't. Her arms were crossed and her long brown hair spilled over her shoulders. Kumino got the feeling she wasn't available for conversation.
The other student watching her was infamous within the school. Not only was he the shortest student out of all three years, his silver or white (Kumino could never decide which) hair and late entry made him stand out. He was Shinoa Echo. He used to be in A Class, and his grades were rumoured to match the Five Virtuosos, even though he only joined Kunugigaoka in the second year. He stood out compared to everyone else at the school; he had an unusual heritage and eyes, plus he was actually quite violent. Kumino was certain Shinoa was moved down due to violence.
At that moment, Kumino realised he had been staring at Shinoa and looked away. As he did so, Shinoa also turned his head, resting his chin on his arms. His braid fell across the desk, obscuring a lot of his face from view. The feminine boy looked away.
As it turns out, what he thought had been a head in the window turned out to be one - in the window seat in the first girl, a girl was deep in slumber. Once again, Kumino didn't know her name, although he saw her once or twice with some D Class students. Her face was completely hidden by a mane of brown hair, with blue highlights glistening in the sun. She was leaning on something – a book of some sort. It vaguely reminded Kumino of a video gaming manual.
The final two students were deep in silent conversation. Everyone knew them; Arisato Chinatsu and Niijima Yu. The redhead and bluenette were ex-A Class, and Arisato was both ex-Student council and now the Female Rep. Niijima, her male blue-haired friend, was unique in a way which the whole school knew – he was mute. Only Arisato knew enough sign language to properly communicate with him, and no one else bothered. Kumino admired her patience. The silvery eyed boy would be hard to understand, especially since he had been bullied and become more introverted than ever.
"Well this looks lively." Shimizu muttered quietly. Kumino looked at her before shrugging, heading over to the girl with blue highlights in her hair. Shimizu hesitated and didn't follow. She was more cautious than her classmate. Spotting some paper on the desk, she headed over, twisting her hair slightly. It seemed to be a seating plan. She quickly traced her name. Huh, Shimizu thought, I'm next to Kumino. At least I'm by the window.
Shinoa had been the first to arrive. He had immediately checked his seat number – 26 – and sat there. He wasn't keen on talking to anyone. He was already finding it embarrassing enough that his feet barely scraped the floor. He could do without the taunting.
Echo was just steeling himself now, and preparing himself for the bullying bound to arise from a number of 'classmates' (or enemies, as the boy liked to 'affectionately' call them). Perhaps if his looks didn't stand out so much, he would be okay. However, with long moon white hair and light brown skin, he wasn't hard to miss. Add the fact that Shinoa was only 110cm and that his eyes were peculiar, to say the least, and one had the recipe for a disaster. By strange, Shinoa didn't even mean slightly odd, like an intense stare. No, they were atypical. His left eye was peachy orange with purple splats, and his right was blue with golden splats. He didn't think the splats were there at birth; an unfortunate result of his childhood traumas. That's what Shinoa thought, anyway.
He had been watching the newcomers to make sure none of the bullies arrived. So far, so good. The fringe girl had arrived just after him, also coming early. Since he was previously 2-A (not 1-A since he joined in the second year), he was automatically supposed to know the names of all students in his year. Of course, he glossed over most of them. He remembered this girls name though – Sekine Rinee. Probably because Rinee was Latin for reincarnation, not Japanese. Sekine had just stayed by the window and watched.
The sleeper was the other early arrival. Now, her name was Zamura Namuri. Shinoa hadn't known that, but when he arrived he had spent a small while trying to memorise the seating plan. It seemed like it worked. Shinoa didn't know Zamura's previous class, but since he didn't know it was likely D. For some reason, a nerd with blue highlights in her hair popped up in his memory. The boy didn't know why.
Niijima and Arisato had acted like Shinoa had predicted – straight to a sign language conversation which the kitten – Echo – didn't understand.
Shinoa knew Shimizu – who didn't – when she walked in. She actually struck Echo as a bit arrogant, which surprised him. A girl like Shimizu would have boys throwing themselves at her feet, yet it seemed as if she was above them. Apart from the boy she walked in with. Shinoa didn't remember his name, but he went over to Zamura, trying to gently wake her up and talk to her. Shinoa narrowed his eyes. How could the feminine boy do that? Shinoa knew he wouldn't. He wouldn't want people to judge him.
A movement caught Shinoa's eye, and he lifted his head up. Someone else had just walked in – a girl with scarlet hair cascading unrestrained down her back. She clutched a book close to her chest, which seemed to be… poems? A poet? Shinoa knew this girl now. Her name was Arisa Shion. She was an ex-C Class member who Shinoa always remembered seeing at many clubs. What was she doing here? With a shock, he realised that Arisa sat next to him. He instinctively tensed as Arisa looked over at the seating plan. He noted her knuckles tightening around her book, becoming white. Shinoa kept a close eye on her as Arisa moved to the side, sitting crossed legged on the floor, almost diagonal to Shinoa. He let out a breath he hadn't realised he had been holding.
Whilst he thought, more students slowly started to trickle in, and Shinoa turned his head to watch them. Two tall students had just walked in, followed by Omori, the male representative. Shinoa watched Omori slowly stride over to Niijima and Arisato, who waved. His fingers fumbled with a black inner necklace studded with iron spots, pulling it off. Shinoa noted this, before turning his attention to the other two.
They both looked similar, sharing similar features. The girl was giant; her size was a good 2 feet more than Echo at 180cm. Her short brown hair was cut around the ears, and her brown eyes swivelled around the class. The boy was smaller, but shared similar features. Shinoa knew the girl - Kagami Mickelle. The boy must be her younger brother, Kagami Shaun. Shinoa knew Shaun had been raised in Dominica, and due to the gap in schooling he was able to enter 3-E instead of 1-B like he was supposed to. It was an extremely rare case, but Shaun was an exception. He had proven himself too attached to the sister he was raised apart from anyway.
The duo moved to the back, talking, as Shinoa detected more people setting foot into the class. Kuro was next, known as the emotionless calculator to a few. He was from class C, and was known to be all but immune to outer effects. It was almost as if Kuro was hiding something, but no one was close enough to him to find out. Kuro seemed to be exuding a dangerous aura, telling people to back off.
Endou Shouta. He followed almost immediately after Kuro, and Shinoa was surprised he remembered Endou's full name. He was from Kuro's class so it made sense the two entered together. However, unlike Kuro, Endou walked over to Shimizu and Zamura, who were quietly talking. Shinoa observed the boy – he used to be rich and famous, he knew that much. Something happened with his parents though, which meant Shouta was suddenly thrust under the black of anonymity. It didn't stop him from being popular in the school – until his grades slipped and the flirty, onyx eyed boy ended up here.
There was a bit of a gap now, and Shinoa closed his eyes. He was exhausted; he would happily be anywhere but here right now. The lively buzz of chatter was starting to fill his ears, and Shinoa clamped his hands over them, frustrated. It was the scratching of chalk that made him stir, opening his orange eye.
A new girl was at the board, starting to doodle. Her curled hair fell freely over her shoulders, and her skirt was long; it was below her knee, which was how Shinoa knew her as Iwamoto Reina. She was the only girl who did that, to his knowledge. Iwamoto seemed to be drawing a flower, however, not incredibly well, if Shinoa was honest. She had attracted the attention of Sekine, who walked over, as well as Arisa who peered up from her poetry anthology. Another layer was added to the blanket of voices, and it took Shinoa a few seconds to process Sekine's movement. She had started advising Iwamoto on her artwork.
The next two who walked in were rather booming. The first one stalked in, and Shinoa knew him as Kisoka Ryu. He was infamous for beating up a bully and landing himself in E Class. No one truly knew his motive, and no one dared get close enough to the cold boy to ask. Following directly behind Kisoka, ruffling the black hair of the anti-social student was possibly the dullest student there; to Shinoa, at least. He only knew Inoue Hideki due to his bright orange bowl cut. As soon as the duo walked in, Inoue's hand fell as his eyes darted around all the students. Kisoka broke away immediately, sitting in front of Shinoa. Strange, Shinoa thought, he got the right place, yet he didn't look at the sheet.
"What are you looking at?" Kisoka snapped at Shinoa. The chibi boy hadn't realised he was staring at Kisoka, and immediately looked away.
"Good. Looking down is where you belong, Shinoa-kun." Kisoka growled, turning away again. Shinoa's fists clenched; of course he would be seated near the bully. It was so typical. Pushing his displeasure aside, Shinoa turned back to the door. No one new had walked in, although from the fact that Shimizu, Endou and Zamura were looking out the window, someone must have walked past. It was just a rational guess though.
Someone else had arrived now; or rather, two people. A girl and a boy. The boy had his arm wrapped around the girl, seemingly supporting her. Shinoa tilted his head in interest. He knew the girl – Fujioka Kokoro. She was from his old class, but she had a lethal illness which meant she was at the doctors a lot. Shinoa remembered examinations last year. She collapsed right in the middle of them, and wasn't seen the rest of the year.
Fujioka probably ended up here due to her illness; it was obvious she still suffered from aftereffects, due to her blonde hair hanging limp and lifeless. Shinoa didn't recognise the boy helping her though. He must have a kind heart. Fujioka bowed to him once she let go of the boy, and he wordlessly nodded back, his short hair ruffling slightly. The boy went up front, peering at the seating plan whilst Fujioka's interest was taken by the artwork on the chalkboard. Sighing, Shinoa lowered his head again. The bell was about to ring.
The stream of students had slowed now, as students slowly started flocking like sheep to their seats. Fujioka Kokoro stared at the sheet. She didn't recognise most of the names, since she hadn't had the time to socialise like others. Now, her speedy grey eyes were flicking over the names. A few were vaguely recognisable, but the only one she truly knew was Ken Tatsukawa – the boy who had helped her up the mountain when she lost her breath. He had just moved from Singapore, and therefore could speak little Japanese. It was only Fujioka's ability to speak many languages that allowed her to surpass language barriers. Of course, she didn't know much Malay, but she knew the basics.
There. Fujioka rested a bony finger on her name. She sat on the second row, second from the wall – next to Kisoka. Fujioka did remember him. The other side of her was someone called Joyce Yukio. Never heard of him, the girl thought as she made her way over to her seat. Kisoka looked up with one lazy eye, eyeing her up and down as if she was a piece of fresh meat. Fujioka looked down. She didn't mind too much, she just knew people tended to stare at her figure; one which was bordering skeletal.
With an exasperated sigh, Fujioka slid into her seat. Her bag fell to the floor and she leant down, digging her elbows into the table. Damn, her shoulders hurt.
"Hey, what's with all the bluenettes this year?" Fujioka looked over at the word. Three girls – no, two girls and a boy – were standing grouped together by the window. Of them, Fujioka only recognised Shimizu. It was the boy who had spoken.
"What do you mean?" That came from the girl sitting down, her hair pulled back in a scruffy ponytail.
"You know what I mean, Zamura-san." Endou shrugged, "I mean, there's you with your blue highlights, then wordless over there – "
"Excuse me?" Arisato turned to face them, her eyes shining with what seemed to be anger.
"Well he's wordless, isn't he?" The boy retorted. Fujioka looked at Arisato's blue haired companion – the mute blue-haired boy was looking at the ground. With a nervous shiver, Fujioka noted that most of the class had gone silent. Arisato crinkled her nose slightly, and Fujioka hunched her already shaking shoulders, hands gripping the opposite elbows.
"That still isn't a very nice thing to say." Arisato snapped back.
"It was just the truth!" The brown haired boy raised his hands in a sarcastic surrender. Arisato looked like she wanted to retaliate before Niijima – Fujioka remembered his name now – grabbed her wrist. Arisato immediately slacked and turned away.
"Anyways. There's Zamura-san, Niijima-kun, and now this guy." The boy turned to look out the window again, and several others followed suite.
"Arisato-san." Omori cut across the chatter slowly starting to resurface. He had been one of the ones to look out. Arisato turned to him, still clearly ticked off from earlier.
"It's him, right?" She asked. Omori silently nodded. The duo walked to the front, before heading out the class, leaving Fujioka watching them clearly confused. Niijima was also left standing alone, and he eventually wandered back to his own seat.
"Who's 'him'? To me, this person is a girl," Shimizu commented breezily.
"He's wearing trousers," Zamura quietly added.
"But he –she – they aren't even in school uniform, so there's a high chance they aren't a student or don't care about rules. Either way, we won't know for a while, so shut up about it already." Sekine snapped. She was leaning over from her position near the board. Her sharp words stunned the three into a silence which was only broken by the sound of wood scraping against wood. The door which Arisato and Omori pulled shut on their exit was opened. The two class reps re-entered the room, followed by a boy with light blue hair, shorter than both of them.
Immediately, Fujioka sat up. There was something dangerous about the person's aura which made her feel as if she had to. She seemed to be one of the only people who were watching the newcomer as the friendly sound of talking filled the room.
"Excuse me?" The person started to say. No one paid any attention. Sighing, the man walked up front, placing his briefcase down.
"Class, silence!" As if on cue, most of the class fell quiet and turned to look at him. Omori and Arisato glanced at each other before looking back to him. Fujioka shivered.
"My name is Shiota Nagisa, although you can just call me Nagisa-sensei. I will be your teacher this year!" Nagisa exclaimed, smiling. Fujioka's eyes widened. Him as their teacher? He didn't look any older than them! The class was still so quiet, a mouse's squeak could be heard.
"So… if you would all take your seats, please. I think it's time for rolecall." Nagisa set down his registration book. No one had moved. Nagisa eyed the class before clearing his throat. They began slowly shifting, moving to their respective places. Fujioka looked around as they did so, noticing something; apart from Ken, the entirety of the back row was missing. The two on her left were also gone – that was Joyce and whoever sat on the left of him. The one who sat by the window behind Sekine was also missing, as was the seat next to Sekine on her right. People like being absent on the first day, Fujioka pondered.
As people moved to their seats, Fujioka noticed a green-haired girl slipping into the class from the corner of her eye, darting to the front to check her seat. Her hair was pretty, the colour of grass in a fresh field.
"Alright, so we seem to have some missing, but that's fine – we have a large class of 30, so I expected a lot of absences like this." Nagisa started to say.
"Excuse me, sensei, but aren't you a little young to teach us?" Kisoka's deep voice rang out as Nagisa glanced over.
"I think I'm old enough. I just didn't have the money to afford height." Nagisa shrugged smiling.
"Yeah, like many of us…" Fujioka looked behind her at the white-haired Shinoa.
"Agreed." The owner of the voice was unknown to Fujioka, although his curled brown hair would normally distinguish him.
"I must say, I do feel at home with a class smaller in height." Nagisa laughed quietly. The two Kagamis shifted awkwardly – it was only because the boy was younger than everyone by two years that Fujioka even bothered to remember their surname.
"Alright then – for today, I'll take rolecall, and I'll assign class monitors in future. When your name is called, stand and bow please, so I and the rest of the class know who you are," Nagisa declared. The class nodded. Nagisa flipped open his book with one hand and glanced dismissively at the page for a moment, before facing the class once more.
"Takayuki Omori-kun!"
"Here!" Omori stood in his seat, his kariage falling in front of his face as he bowed.
"K –"
"Nagisa-sensei?" A white-haired boy in the third row stood up, behind the empty seat next to Fujioka, "I'd prefer it if you kept my last name a secret. Calling me Kuro-kun is fine."
"As you wish." Nagisa nodded, and Kuro bowed before sitting down, his purple eyes staring around.
"Shion Arisa-san!"
"Here." The girl behind Fujioka stood, her purple eyes staring at Nagisa. After a moment she sat back down, placing her hands back on her lap.
"Shouta Endou-kun!"
"Present!" Endou stood, pushing his wavy brown hair back into its ponytail. It just came out again as he bowed; Fujioka couldn't help but laugh at the mishap.
"Kougyoku Ren-san!"
Silence. Nagisa looked at his book and crossed through something using a pen, before resuming looking at the class.
"Reina Iwamoto-san!"
"Here!" Iwamoto's hair bounced around her shoulders as she got to her feet. Turning to the seat behind Shion, Fujioka had to admire the girl's sharp cheekbones. They made her look mature, despite the infection of freckles spreading from the bridge of her nose.
"Mikoshi Kumino-kun!"
"Here!" The feminine boy who agreed with Shinoa stood, bowing in respect. Why are so many of the guys feminine, Fujioka questioned, I mean, we don't really have a tomboy, save for Sekine, perhaps. Yet we have countless males with long hair and androgynous forms.
"Katsuo Mao-kun!" No reply.
"Jitsuko Toujo-san!"
"Here." The green-haired girl who barely made it earlier stood. Fujioka noted the scrapes upon her cheek, and how she was almost as tall as the female Kagami. Nagisa seemed to tremble where he stood, looking up at her.
"Ryu Kisoka-kun!"
"Yo." Kisoka raised his head, and Fujioka turned to look at the boy sitting to the right of him. Nagisa opened his mouth, but seemed to think the better of it and closed it again. Perhaps he didn't have the guts to tell Kisoka to stand?
"Rinee Sekine-san!"
"Here." Sekine stood, pushing the fringe out from her left eye, yet it hopelessly fell back in place. Her arms were crossed over her already small chest, as if she was trying to shrink into herself. That was a change from earlier, when she snapped at Shimizu, Zamura and Endou.
"Chinatsu Arisato-san!"
"Here!" The girl sitting in front of Fujioka stood. Her hair pins reflected the light, making Fujioka narrow her eyes.
"Tatsukawa Ken-kun!"
"Present." Ken stood. Fujioka detected a few whipsers dart around the class, although she couldn't tell who from. They probably related to Ken's accent. The Singapore boy probably made a guess as well as he took his seat, letting his black hair hide his eyes as well as he could. It seemed as if he was trying to disappear into the corner of the room.
"Yu Niijima-kun!"
"Here!" Arisato answered for the boy as Niijima got to his feet, his lithe figure swaying slightly.
"Miho Shimizu-san!"
"Here." Shimizu tossed her hair behind her shoulder, smiling. Fujioka shuddered at several of the boys, staring at her.
"Kazushige Ebisawa-kun!" Silence.
"Kazuko Hikari-san!" More silence.
"Shaun Kagami-kun!"
"Here!" Shaun got to his feet. He was second smallest in the class, on account of him being just 12. He must be bright, Fujioka silently commented to herself. She made a mental note to keep that in mind, as the brown-eyed pupil sat down.
"Mickelle Kagami-san!"
"Here." Mickelle stood, towering over everyone at her large height. Fujioka could have sworn that she saw a bead of sweat break out on Nagisa's forehead as he looked at the intimidating, black haired student.
"Kokoro Fujioka-san!"
"Here!" Fujioka finally heard her name and stood. Her hands gripped the desk tightly, making her whole of her bottom arm white. After a quick bow – which made all the blood rush to her head – she sat, ignoring the invasive stares of her classmates around her.
"Cloriko Gastumatsee-san!"
"Here!" All eyes turned to the door where a ginger girl had just run in, breathing heavily.
"Just in time, Gastumatsee-san." Nagisa smile at the girl.
"Sorry sensei, I wasn't too late was I?"
"Not at all. Your seat is between Omori-kun and Inoue-kun." Nagisa gestured to a seat in the front row. Gastumatsee nodded, heading over.
"Oh, and please, call me Cloriko-san since Gastumatsee is far too long." Cloriko dipped her head as she placed her bag down, sitting. Nagisa nodded before resuming.
"Megumi Chiyo-san!" Nothing.
"Ari Sato-kun!"
"Here." A teen leaning back on his chair waved. I didn't see him when I came in, Fujioka thought surprised. His faded red eyes flashed as Fujioka sighed. Another one who didn't get up. Sato just smiled slightly as he pushed his white bangs away from his eyes.
"Namuri Zamura-san!"
"Here!" The blue highlighted girl stood up, bowing. She had to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose to make sure they didn't fall.
"Hideki Inoue-kun!"
"Here!" The boy stood, his clear brown eyes focused directly on Nagisa.
"Echo Shinoa-kun!"
"Here!" The mini boy stood. Fujioka raised an eyebrow. He barely cleared her sitting height. With a satisfied nod, Nagisa closed his rolebook as Shinoa sat back down.
"Nagisa-sensei?" Nagisa looked over at Arisato. The class rep glanced over at Niijima, who quickly signed something. Fujioka wished she knew sign language.
"Niijima noticed you only read out 27 names," Arisato started to say, "… Yet there are 30 seats set out."
"Ah, very observant there." Nagisa complimented Niijima, who looked down embarrassed, "In fact, there are three students who won't be joining us for a number of days."
"Who?" That came from Inoue up front.
"Well." Nagisa paused, thinking, "Next to Fujioka you will see an empty seat." Fujioka turned, pushing her pale blonde hair behind her shoulders. He was referencing the seat Fujioka knew belonged to Joyce.
"That seat belongs to Yukio Joyce-kun. He's arriving within the next few days, as he is a transfer from America. He would have been put into D Class, however, some violent behaviour he displayed means he will be spending his placement here.
The seat besides Sato-kun and behind Sekine-san, as well as the one behind Shaun-kun are students who have been kept away for other reasons."
"I bet one of those is that girl who went psycho on those teachers." Iwamoto casually added.
"Oh, the Mexican one?" Mickelle added. Shinoa sat up.
"Yeah, her. She was only here for a month." Iwamoto shrugged, "She seemed like a bit of a sociopath to me."
"I won't have you talking about your classmates like that." Nagisa firmly scolded. The rising level of noise quietened down again.
"Now, I think it's time we got on. I hope you can ace my classes before graduation – prove your chairman wrong, and kill the low expectations people have of you!"
"What's the point…"Kisoka muttered solemnly under his breath, and Fujioka turned to look at him.
"What do you mean?" She enquired.
"I mean, we're all here because we're fuck ups. Society doesn't care about us. Why even try to get back on track if our attempts won't work?"
"Don't think like that." Fujioka shook her head. Kisoka rolled his eyes, refusing to reply. Fujioka just turned her attention up to the front.
The first lesson was English. As Nagisa introduced this as his favourite subject, Fujioka sat up straighter. She adored languages, and this first lesson couldn't have been a better subject for her. Yet she found, as the lesson continued, her eyelids started to droop. She learnt all of this in hospital already! English verbs weren't hard to understand; it was only the irregulars which were difficult – to see becoming saw, eat becoming ate, think becoming thought.
"Now then, Inoue-kun; which of these sentences is the odd one out?" Nagisa asked the student, pointing to four English sentences written on the board with the worn, white chalk. Inoue opened his mouth to answer before the door to the class was opened; this caused Fujioka to look over, almost simultaneously with the other students. Two students walked in, hopelessly out of breath.
"So sorry we're late, sensei!" The front one bowed apologetically. Her pink twin tails were straying out of her hair ties, and her large pink eyes shone with what seemed to be fear. Fear? Fujioka knew this girl; Ren Kougyoku. She wasn't sure who didn't, as she was the only one with genetic pink hair in the whole school – at least, out of second and third year. The other boy, however, didn't ring any bells in Fujioka's mind; she was sure she would remember a male with braids either side of his ears.
"Yeah, so sorry – we got lost on the way here!" The boy offered a shy smile, turning and looking at Ren, ending up looking right into her eyes. Fujioka raised an eyebrow.
"That's alright – can I ask who you are?" Nagisa glowed at them, picking up the rolebook.
"Kougyoku Ren-san," Ren answered breathless. She busied herself redoing her hair.
"Ah, Ren-san. You're sat there, on the right of Kumino-kun." Nagisa pointed to the feminine boy, who waved. Ren nodded and headed over, her gait heavy.
"Kazushige Ebisawa-kun." The boy turned to look at Nagisa, almost apprehensively.
"Nice to see you here, Ebisawa-kun. You're sitting behind Kumino-kun." Nagisa scribbled in the rolebook as Ebisawa dragged himself over.
"Oh, sensei?" Ren put up her hand.
"Yes, Ren-san?"
"There were four students following us – we ran so they're still late!"
"Okay, thanks – any idea whom?"
Ren nodded in response. Fujioka tilted her head curiously; of course Ren would know who. She seemed to be one of the friendliest and well-connected people at the school.
"Katsuo Mao-kun, Hikaru Shachimato-san, Megumi Chiyo-san and Kazuko Hikari-san." Ren recited without a second thought.
"Ah, so it's all the rest. Thank you, Ren-san." Nagisa beamed at her.
"What about the other 3?" Ebisawa questioned, "I mean, there's seven seats left."
Almost all the class collectively sighed. Fujioka rolled her eyes. Here we go again.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM. I only own the plot, Omori and Sekine.
So I hope the first chapter was okay!
So I've noticed whilst the pool of students is diverse, we have no true 'antagonistic' characters. Kisoka and Sekine are mildly angsty, but no true delinquents. Also, a LOT of shy boys.
For those who are curious, here's the final list of 3-E Students, along with where they sit in place of - as in, if Niijima was in the canon, he would sit where Kimura is sitting.
1. Niijima, Yu (Kimura)
2. Arisato, Chinatsu (Kurahashi)
3. Inoue, Hideki (Isogai)
4. Gastumatsee, Cloriko (Okano)
5. Omori, Takayuki (Maehara)
6. Zamura, Namuri (Kataoka)
7. Kisoka, Ryu (Takebayashi)
8. Fujioka, Kokoro (Yada)
9. Joyce, Yukio (Mimura)
10. Ren, Kougyoku (Nakamura)
11. Kumino, Mikoshi (Nagisa)
12. Shimizu, Miho (Kayano)
13. Shinoa, Echo (Yoshida)
14. Arisa, Shion (Kanzaki)
15. Kuro (Okajima)
16. Toujo, Jitsuko (Hayami)
17. Ebisawa, Kazushige (Sugino)
18. Sekine, Rinee (Fuwa)
19. Endou, Shouta (Muramatsu)
20. Iwamoto, Reina (Hazama)
21. Kagami, Shaun (Chiba)
22. Kagami, Mickelle (Okuda)
23. Sato, Ari (Sugaya)
24. Ivette, Rosalinda (Hara)
25. Ken, Tatsukawa (Terasaka)
26. Hikari, Kazuko (Itona in Anime - between Terasaka and Karma)
27. Yoshitoki, Yuri (Karma)
28. Chiyo, Megumi (Left of Karma)
29. Mao, Katsuo (Itona in Manga - between Ritsu and Karma)
30. Shachimato, Hikaru (Ritsu)
Here are the other characters:
Five Virtuosos (Excluding Asano):
- Tokisaka, Rika (Speciality: Japanese)
- Park, Crow (Speciality: Social Studies)
- Carmelano, Kayla (Speciality: English)
- Kaminari, Hiro (Speciality: Science)
A Class Students:
- Ogawa, Shintarou
- Matsuri, Kotori
B Class Students:
- Takahashi, Arisa
- Sasai, Kaguya (Class Rep)
Other:
- Akabane, Momoko
- Fauth, Vinny