Finally, the next chapter is done. XD I have a few things to point out:
1) Shin Makoku exists now. I'm going to make it an island between Japan and Hawaii. Shin Makoku is going to be the only place from the "other world" that exists. Characters like Saralegui from the "other world" are going to be from Shin Makoku since Small Cimaron doesn't exist. (I hope that doesn't sound confusing.) Anyway, I looked at the outline I wrote for this story and found several details that didn't connect as smoothly as I wanted them to. Yet again, the storyline has changed somewhat.
2) This is more of a reminder so no one gets confused in later chapters. This is an AU story. No characters are actually demons. Everyone is human. If anyone is referred to as a demon (Anissina), it's just their characteristics.
3) I also rewatched some episodes of KKM. I found the episode where Delchias von Wincott's son made an appearance. I read somewhere that his name was Rinji, but in the episode, he was called Lindsay. Lindsay and Rinji sound a lot alike. For future reference, if I use him, I will continue to call him Rinji.
On with the story.
Wolfram had already turned the corner before I had the chance to move my feet. As I turned the corner, I saw him disappear into a classroom down the hallway. It didn't matter since I knew where I was now. Murata's classroom was right across from where I stood and the chemistry lab (I think) was the door past. The door didn't have the eerie fog seeping out the cracks of the door, but there was a sign above it that read 'Chemistry Lab 201'. My classroom would be the door after it...which was the classroom Wolfram just walked into. I'm in the same class as him? I guess that'll give me a better chance to clear things up between us. He told me he disliked me because I looked like someone who took an important person from him. Is that even a valid reason?
"Oh. You must be Yuuri Shibuya," a voice said from behind me.
The lavender-haired, model-like man, who I vaguely remember Murata calling Mr. von Christ, stood behind me. "Yes. I'm Yuuri Shibuya. It's nice to meet you," I replied, slightly bowing my head.
"Beautiful," I heard the man whisper.
I looked back up at the man's face and he had a weird sparkle in his eyes. "Huh?"
"Your hair is as magnificent as the hour of midnight on a cool summer's night and your eyes are like onyx. A double black. It's beautiful," he praised, clasping his hands together in front of his chest.
"Huh?" I repeated, taking a couple steps away from the man.
"In this country, there are several double blacks, but you're by far the most magnificent," he continued.
"Günter, you're scaring him," Murata sighed, walking out of his classroom.
"Ah. Two magnificent double blacks in my presence," Mr. von Christ said.
"In Günter's country, black hair and eyes are extremely rare," Murata explained.
"Rare?" I questioned.
"Black is the color of nobility," Murata continued.
Black? "What country is that?"
Günter's face changed suddenly into great confusion. "Mr. Shibuya, I thought you would know of Shin Makoku since you are speaking the language."
"Huh? What are you talking about? I'm speaking Japanese," I replied, as confused as Mr. von Christ.
"No, Shibuya. You're speaking the Shin Makoku language," Murata corrected.
I stared at Murata, glanced over at Mr. von Christ, and returned to Murata. "Huh?"
... ... ...
"Class, this is Yuuri Shibuya. He'll be joining us," Mr. von Christ said.
I was still dazed by being told I was speaking another language, but the whispers that broke out brought me back to reality. A few others mumbled greetings. How can there be excitement about getting a new student when the school has only been open for a year? I noticed Wolfram sat at the back of the classroom next to the windows. He was staring out the window with a blank expression on his face. His eyes gave off the impression that he was staring far off into the distance. I tore my eyes away from Wolfram and glanced at everyone else in the classroom. A few of the girls toward the front were smiling at me with a certain flirtatious expression. Girls at my old school never looked at me like that. Most of the guys in the classroom had unreadable expressions.
"Take the empty seat at the back," Mr. von Christ said, gesturing towards the vacant seat beside Wolfram.
I started walking to the seat when I became aware that everyone was watching me closely. "He's the one Shinou picked, isn't he?" I heard someone whisper as I took my seat.
Wolfram didn't even glance in my direction. After I settled in my seat, I looked up to see everyone's eyes were still on me, excluding a blonde girl whose eyes were focused upon the blonde sitting next to me, staring out the window. Mr. von Christ cleared his throat which caused everyone to return their gazes to the front of the classroom. I caught a slight movement to my right and turned to see a white blonde with glasses leaning over towards me.
"I see you've decided to come here. Sorry I didn't introduce myself last time. I'm Saralegui. Call me Sara," he whispered.
"Last time?" I questioned.
"You came in here last time with the other Japanese from the class over. I believe his name is Ken Murata. It was a couple weeks ago," Sara replied.
I dug back in my recent memories and saw a smiling Sara before he left this classroom. That was when I saw Anissina dragging that Gwendal guy back to the lab. "Ah. Right."
... ... ...
The bell rang for lunch break. A group of girls asked me to have lunch with them, but I had to decline. They made me promise to eat with them tomorrow. I left the classroom and walked to the end of the hallway before I stopped. How do I get outside?
"Shibuya!" Murata called out.
I turned around and saw Murata standing outside his classroom with Mei, Gisela, and Dacauscos by his side. Well, this will make everything easier.
... ... ...
"I didn't know there were going to be so many people here from Shin Makoku. If I would've known earlier, I would've definitely put up a bigger fight with uncle about attending here," Mei said with a disgruntled face.
"Well, it should've been obvious since Sir Delchias von Wincott is a respected man from Shin Makoku and many people admired Lady Susana Julia von Wincott. When it was heard he was opening a school, all the parents were trying to find a way to get their children in," Dacauscos informed.
Gisela glared at Dacauscos and patted Mei lightly on the shoulder, giving her a smile. "Don't worry. Most people don't recognize you. After all, it's been eight years," Gisela pointed out.
"Shin Makoku?" I questioned, remembering earlier.
The moment those two words slipped from my lips, everyone's eyes were directed toward me. Everyone, except Murata, gave me a questioning look. Murata, on the other hand, closed his eyes and sighed.
"The country where I was born. The country where you and your family visited frequently for four years ten years ago. The language you are speaking is the Shin Makoku language. Or maybe you possibly forgot? It was a long time ago. Well, I don't mind. I'm never going back there. The only things that could hold me there aren't there anymore," Mei replied after a short silence.
"So, I'm really not speaking Japanese," I mumbled to myself, but Mei heard it.
"Of course you're not, Yuu loser. You've hardly ever spoken Japanese in front of me." Mei paused. "Did you really forget?"
I was at a complete loss for words. How could I be speaking another language and not even knowing it? I looked at Murata, expecting him to tell me everyone was just playing a joke on me. "Murata?"
He sighed again. "You've been speaking both languages since before I met you. I'm guessing, but you've probably always adjusted to the Shin Makoku language whenever you heard someone speak it. Isn't your grandma Shibuya a foreigner? She's from Shin Makoku, right? If that's the case, you've most likely known both languages since you were a toddler."
I turned to Mei. "So, I used to visit you in Shin Makoku?"
She smiled. "Yeah. Shori never liked your visits. You always ignored him and wanted to play with me so he was always sticking to your parents like glue. I particularly remembered the last visit two years ago before I started living with Bob. I was temporarily staying at my mom's at the time while my dad was away for work. You upset my little brother when you..." she trailed off.
"When I what?" I asked, eager to hear more.
"Ah. Nothing. Forget it. It was a long time ago." She paused. "I have to use the restroom," she said, getting up and leaving with Gisela following after her.
Dacauscos panicked and stood up as if to follow them, but hesitated. He stood perfectly still as if petrified until Mei and Gisela disappeared from view. He collapsed to the ground and laid back completely relaxed.
"If Gisela makes you that tense, why do you hang out with her?" I asked.
Dacauscos immediately became flustered and he sat straight up. "I...she...I...it's not by choice...kind of," he mumbled, blushing.
Murata's glasses gleamed and he opened his mouth to say something, but immediately closed it. He was looking over my shoulders at something. Both Dacauscos and I turned to see where he was looking. An annoyed Wolfram was walking briskly in our direction with the blonde girl from my class following closely at his heels. She caught his arm, but he quickly shook her off. By the time he reached us, he looked fuming mad. Dacauscos's tension returned and he cowered away.
"Wolfram," the blonde girl murmured.
"Go away, Elizabeth. I'm busy," Wolfram snapped, not taking his eyes off me.
The blonde girl frowned and started to retreat. "I'll go back to the classroom," she said softly.
Wolfram ignored her and pointed at me. "You! I need to talk to you! Now!"
Sorry this chapter isn't very eventful. :( (At least, I don't think it is.)
I'll explain the language thing a little bit. This is one of the things I had to change from my outline. I originally had it so everyone who went to Julia Academy knew Japanese, but when I made it so Shin Makoku exists, I decided to make it so Yuuri knew the Shin Makoku language like he did in the original story. Problem was, how exactly does Yuuri know this language? So I thought about it. Then I remembered Yuuri's dad (I forget his name at the moment) is from the demon tribe. I thought "Ah-ha!" I'm going to give Yuuri a strict grandmother who's originally from Shin Makoku who taught him the language. XD
I don't know when I'll upload the next chapter. With classes starting, I'm getting busier than ever. DX Hmm...Maybe I'll write some tomorrow after tennis.