I can't believe this is actually happening.
Seriously, it's bad enough my car stalled out and started on fire-even if that was way back in the states and days ago, I thought that was the worst it'd get aside from being in the current state that I am in now.
It's not like I even can consider driving here after witnessing the sheer hell that it is to drive here, but I still loved my car and learned to drive in it.
Between the two I'm not sure which is worse, but this third one is by the far the worse.
The third, well it's simple.
Shizuku.
Shizuku woke me up.
This is just like a horror movie. The only thing missing is me running away screaming at the top of my lungs and Shizuku chasing me with a demented grin on her face as she feeds off of my fear like its a delicacy. Using my fear to track me down in addition to my shrill voice-because like the idiots in the horror movies I wouldn't know when to stop screaming, even when I am in the clear.
No, it's worse than that-for the simple fact she's woken me up!
Shizuku is in my apartment-somehow she found my apartment. Okay, okay, to be fair I did write down my address on the enrollment forms, but usually that's something the principal and teachers just see. It is by no means available to students regardless if they're on the honor roll, have perfect attendance, are the student council president, class president, and whatever other stupid thing is made up within the school system. Point being, that information wasn't allowed to be in anyone's hands.
Considering the school system is a lot more strict so to speak here in Japan; I'd assume such information was sealed away completely with lock and key, and for good measure put into two different cast iron safes. Maybe I'm wrong or just blowing this way out of proportion but I would think with everything being so much more strict here-information such as this wouldn't be known at all.
Either Shizuku has a lot of influence, or she's pushing her boundaries by a mile doing this.
The first possibility is very alarming, considering that if she's allowed to do this-then there's really nothing that is out of bounds for her. She could send me flying through three walls and she'd get away with it without even the slightest punishment.
The second possibility is a bit better for me since she can very well get in trouble for doing this, but that is unlikely. If she'd get in trouble for doing this, then by all means she wouldn't even do it because she's a good little student who can do no wrong.
"Can you go away?"
I'm really not in the mood to go to school today, and I find the whole prospect nothing short of asinine at this considering I'm this warrior meant to fight other Kampfer who have the opposite color bracelet than I do. Am I seriously supposed to act like everything is everything and just go on with my life without a single frigging care in the world? I can answer that, and the answer is no. Hell fucking no. I never went to school anyways and I find the whole thing pointless, it is pointless.
It is a waste...
I can't act like everything is everything when I can conjure water with my will!
"No."
"Look lady. I don't start until next week, you're not even supposed to be here bothering me and waking me up like this. You're pissing me off, and I mean it." I grouse, struggling to keep a lid on my anger, but I am fucking tired as shit! If there is one thing that will and can really set me off it is when I am woken up extremely early, and it doesn't matter who wakes me up-they will suffer the full extent of my wrath. I will punch them in the face or smash a guitar right over their head.
Now, considering she is my superior for lack of a better term, I am trying to be as cordial as I can be, but she isn't making it easy.
"I'm sorry you think of me as a bother, but I need your help."
I pull the covers from over my head, raising an eyebrow. Yeah, that just makes so much sense. There's so many things funny and wrong about that statement I'm not going to take the time to sort through them all, or point them all out to her. I don't have the energy. I just want to go back to sleep and enjoy my bliss.
"Why can't you just do it and leave me alone? You're the Student Council President or whatever, I'm sure you can manage it all by yourself. You wouldn't be in the position you are in if you couldn't get the job done."
"That is true, but I am just one person. Even I need help." Shizuku reasons, tilting her head to the side.
I can't exactly rebuke her reasoning or even try to argue against it. Even if I badly want to, I can't. She is only one person, and she can only do so much by herself, but she wouldn't be the president if she couldn't get the job done. She wouldn't be in the position that she is in if she didn't have the poise and confidence to get things done, even if she's swamped with a whole shit load of things to do, in the end she would make sure everything was finished to perfection. Well, as close to perfection as one get, but the point still stands.
I don't have the energy to go back and forth, but I also don't have the energy to get off of my comfy couch and go to school. As ridiculous as it sounds I just don't-oh yeah, I just go to school and ten more Kampfer just show up ready to attack me. Yeah, I'm going to have to pass on that slim scenario and avoid it altogether.
"I'm also going to give you a tour of the school, the least you could do is be punctual. It's going to look bad on me if I'm even a minute late."
"Ugh, are you really trying to use that logic? There's that festival going on, there is no school!"
"Which is why I need your help."
"Care to explain?"
"This festival is a huge deal here, and I want to make sure it goes perfectly. I can only do so much myself to ensure that it is perfect, so I need your help, too."
I can feel myself sink into the couch in a fit of morbid depression and the cushions swallow me whole. I literally did myself in, and Shizuku is very slick with her mouth for driving me into that. Of course I don't have to go to school today since I start next week after this whole festival is finished with and classes start again. However, since I entertained this woman's game of cat and mouse, I now have to go to school to just not get this stupid tour, but help her with this whole festival crap-in effect I have to do whatever she asks me to.
"You know there's no such thing as perfect, right? Plus, I don't want to help. " I am not going to do down without a fight, and besides-perfection doesn't exist.
"Mmm. I didn't know you enjoyed Godzilla so much-you have all three generations of it right here."
"If you even get a smudge on my movies..."
"So, you will help me then. Right?"
"Give me a few minutes." I kick myself up out of the couch and stand to my feet, stretching my arms until my back cracks. I'm really not going to catch a break, I really have to wonder why I listened to that stupid bear when he said I had to come here, and why I got on that stupid plane in the first place. I could be in the states avoiding this whole thing, but instead I'm right in the middle of it.
I can't let her tarnish my movies at all!
"Make sure to wear the school uniform."
I turn around to see Shizuku's expression which is one of pure delight if I have to a hazard a guess. That smile is way too genuine to be fake or forced. Her usually piercing eyes are soft with mirth-amusement even.
Oh yes, she is just soaking this up!
"I'm not wearing that uniform, you are out of your mind. How am I supposed to skateboard in that?"
"Is that really safe? What if your skirt tears?"
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose-that's why I don't want to wear the stupid damned uniform in the first place!
I've seen a lot of girls skate, some couldn't hang, and some could, but never once did I see them skateboarding in a skirt. If there is something that can be considered stupid it would be skateboarding in a skirt-never mind the fact my cut off boxers would be showing, but the off chance I fall and bust my shit like with Hitomi it won't be good.
I will die of embarrassment.
"Oh, don't be so prudish. I gave you the high stockings to preserve your modesty."
I growl, stomping off to my bedroom to retrieve the obscene uniform and go into the bathroom to wash up, slamming the door shut for good measure. This is really me...I am a girl, I have boobs, I have hips, and I have an ass. I try not to marvel at my reflection, try not to be taken by my ass, try not to hone in on my bosom, but the more I stare the more I just can't comprehend this entire thing. I don't think I'm ever going to change back-I'm going to be like this forever!
Why!?
"Andrew-"
"Stay out! What do you think you'e doing!?" I slam the door before she can even peek in, covering my girls the best I can-which is an epic fail considering how big they are. You know it wasn't enough for Shizuku to just show up and ruin my blissful sleep, but she has to take it a step further and try to see me completely nude-and I don't care how she tries to put a spin on it she is trying to see me naked!
"I just wanted to offer my assistance."
"Well, I don't need it!" I lock the door for good measure, before she decides to swing it open before I can react.
Now I've always been modest-as a guy. I never took off my shirt despite being lean and ripped to the bone, never flaunted my physique every chance I could get like a lot of guys do that aren't even half of me, never slammed down weights I was lifting, never made off the top noises while I was lifting heavy weight, and I never walked around naked save for in the privacy of my own room where I didn't need to worry about somebody just barging in.
That modesty must have quadrupled to the point where I am prudish as Shizuku found the need to point out, but it is well warranted in my opinion. I didn't have boobs before, and well downstairs is gone.
It's harder to cover myself up now than it was before. I need two arms to fully cover my bosom, and that leaves...
Well, enough said.
"You're so modest. I'll be waiting at the entrance."
I clench my teeth, way too tempted to punch this door, but if I do that the whole thing is going to fly off of its hinges. I will be exposed in all of my naked glory for starters, and I will then have the utmost privilege of trying to explain the situation to Okemi and why it is I decided to vandalize my apartment after not even living here for three whole months-I will be kicked out before I can say Ramen three times.
I wait a few minutes before unlocking the door, heaving my chest with a sigh as I let my girls go and relax gripping the sink gently with both hands. The front door clicked shut, but Shizuku could have just opened and closed it and is standing right outside of the door still waiting to give me her assistance. That was just way too close for comfort.
The shirt isn't really bad, even if it is a little tight around my girls-but I shouldn't expect anything less since all of my baggy shirts were also tight around my bosom. I give the tie a once over-I've only worn a tie once in my life and that had been when I graduated from grade school, and I will say I hated it the way I looked in the damn thing. Granted this tie isn't like a man's and is designed for girls, I still have no interest in wearing it. The skirt is next and I put both of my feet through it before pulling it up, because doing one leg at a time is just awfully silly.
The draft is immediate and I shove the back down with both hands, my cheeks burning as hot as the sun itself. I don't understand how girls can wear this sort of thing without being the least bit abashed or shy about it-maybe it's because they've been doing it since they were like twelve and since they're girls it's just commonplace to wear a skirt and not care the slightest.
However, the stockings give me some relief as they cover my whole leg-thighs and all, ensuring that not even a centimeter of my skin is showing for wandering eyes that shouldn't be wandering in the first place. My legs are still on display much to my chagrin-I really miss my jogging pants and jeans, but at least my skin itself isn't bare for all to see.
I pick up the slip on shoes that I should put on and exit the bathroom shoving them into a plastic bag, and head towards the kitchen slipping on my skateboarding shoes. I've never seen girls skate in skirts before, and I'm sure this is stupid in a million different ways, but I'm going to do it anyways because I'm just going to do it anyways.
I have enhanced senses and the whole nine yards, so I should be fine skateboarding in this skirt...As long as I don't fall and rip my skirt.
I grab my skateboard and bite the bullet that is turning into my daily life as of late and head out the door-double checking that nobody is around and hurry down the stairs towards the entrance before anyone even happens to chance a glance at me. I hope Shizuku doesn't make a comment on my appearance, I look a little silly with these skateboarding shoes on-they are quite wide in comparison to the slip on shoes I should be wearing and don't quite go with this uniform.
"Andrew, you have to wear the tie."
Shizuku in all of her annoying glory is leaning against the wall, arms gracefully crossed over her chest as she fixes me with that trademark smile that only she can pull off.
I scowl.
I'm thankful that's the only comment she makes on my appearance, because there are a million more things she could say, a million more observations she could make out loud, and a million more things she could point out other than me just not wearing the tie.
Of course, I'm not going to tell her I don't know how to put a tie on. I'm sure a lot of guys get a kick out getting all dressed up in their suits and ties, with those stupid looking dress shoes, but that shit isn't for me and never will be. I'm fine just wearing a pair of jeans, a t shirt, and tennis shoes. And, while I may be what I am now, my tendencies haven't changed all that much-some have actually increased rather than decrease because of this.
"I don't want to wear the stupid thing."
"You don't know how to put it on."
I don't dignify that with a response, I don't even meet her gaze.
"Hold still."
I sigh, obeying her command and hold myself still so she can do her work. She does the whole loop and pull thing with the tie and makes sure it's all neat-even though I almost choke when she pulls on it. I don't feel like a fool at all-I never really cared about my appearance to such an extent I'd ever consider wearing a tie, so naturally I wouldn't know how to put one on.
"There we go."
"Thanks..." I don't meet her eyes, more than aware she has that smile on her face.
"You just look so cute with that on."
I stiffen as I make my exit, almost freezing in my spot as those words hit me like a fifty ton anvil. This is one thing I don't even want to breach at the moment, or forever! Now, if I was like I had been before I would accept the compliment in stride and that'd just be it, but since I am what I am now I can't even accept it and I try to forget that she even said it. Unfortunately, I can't forget that she said it considering it hasn't even been a full minute since the words left her mouth.
Instead of making a response I throw my board on the ground and push off as fast I can, not even bothering to glance behind me to see if Shizuku is keeping up or not. She's a Kampfer too, so she'll manage, and I really don't want to be around her at the moment since the awkwardness level went from ten all the way to a million in the blink of an eye.
Honestly, I'm beginning to think that she just enjoys getting a rise out of me. What other reason would she have for trying to go into my bathroom to offer her assistance knowing full well that I was naked? The only logical conclusion is she wanted to see me naked, or get a rise out of-but I guess for her it'd be both since they went hand in hand.
All of the nonsense drains out of me as the wind picks up my hair. I will always enjoy this sense of freedom, the sound my wheels make when they hit the lines in the sidewalk, the sounds they make as I coast down the streets, and how can I forget about the sound of that 'pop' whenever I do tricks. The school isn't a great length away from me, but I take the long way for the simplest of reasons.
Stairs.
Ledges.
I bring my knees up to my chest over and over again. The board goes through it's amazing flips, defying gravity and I catch it with my front foot first before leveling out and setting my back foot on it before I land on the ground.
I do a few grinds giving into my adrenaline, flying down ten stairs going for the harder like a smith and feeble, I even bust an overcrook and crooked grind while still doing 50-50, 5-0, and even get in a few nosegrind. I swerve away from someone. My wheels make a loud but dull sound as I carve across the cement and do a quick shuv-it switching my tail to nose and nose to tail.
"Wooo!" I shout in glee, landing on the ground hard from a blunt slide-those are always bad ass if they are done right. Unfortunately there's at least three people right in my path of fire and I swerve away from them, stomach twisting into knots as I go on one wheel to get around the last roadblock before managing to balance out.
I coast for several more minutes, doing tricks as I go, jumping higher and higher, dodging cars whenever I come across them-there's a lot, and it's a shame they can't be used as platforms to trick on or off, even do some manuals. I bust a Hardflip, at least two feet high and land bolts, transitioning into a manual.
"Bad ass!"
I swing my arms-I must look beyond ridiculous as I do. Us skaters have our own style and our own faces that we make while we're in the zone, some are comical, some are strange, and some can't even be described, but the arms swinging while balancing has to be the most universal and comical one in our array. I ride the manual further and further, balancing with just a little trouble-the school is within my sight and if I get there like this I'll break my record for going half a block.
I catch the sight of of hair soon after-more over it gets right in my path. My celebration to come being ended before it can even begin, and immediately try to slow down while balancing. Seeing as it is not working in my favor I jam my tail back on the cement, but this only causes me to slide, catching this idiot's attention
Pain and more than anything a sort of awareness of my fall makes me rolls across the cement for a few seconds before I strain flipping myself back onto my feet by bending my back.
I scowl wiping off my skirt and shirt while I kick out my legs.
Damn it!
Who would be stupid enough to be right in my way as I am skateboarding, easily going over fifth teen miles, flying down the street like I have a death wish and am high on adrenaline? Who would dare interfere with me breaking my personal record.
"Fucking A..." I mutter while staring at my now cut hands-they're not bleeding but my skin is broke so to speak and I can see the other layer. Thy in just a few seconds. I retrieve my board hastily before a car runs over it and turn to see just who got in my way in the first place...I didn't swerve in their path-this is not like the time with Hitomi and there's no need to keep it ambiguous at all.
"Why'd you get in the way like that!? Fuck!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you!"
I exhale while letting out a savage growl, more than a little angry; I observe just who it is that decided to grace me with their presence by getting into my way. Interfering with my vibe. It is a girl, about my age or maybe just a year younger. She has this amazing blue hair kept up in a ponytail.
I run my eyes over her body-she has a very slender but shapely build, she definitely takes care of herself but doesn't have the same firmness as Shizuku, Hitomi, or myself. That sheepish and awkward gleam in her equally blue eyes speaks of her indecision. I'm more full and curvy than she is, what's that word...Voluptuous, I think it is...
I'm also taller by a good few or so inches. I'm still about six feet, surprisingly.
Fucking Natsuru...This stupid little shit!
"Natsuru, you fucking idiot! Why'd you get in my way!?"
"Hey, it's not her fault! You were the one flying down the street on that skateboard! You should watch where you're going!"
I glare at Mikoto, this stupid little...
"You stay out of it, midget! This doesn't concern you."
"What'd you just call me!? It does concern me I'm Natsuru's childhood friend!"
I ignore her presence completely, which angers the little midget even more-focusing all of my ire onto Natsuru. Mikoto can thrash and scream, clench her fists and let her eyes smolder with fire-I'm still going to ignore her. In fact I'm going to take it a step beyond and pretend she doesn't exist at all.
"I said I'm sorry!" Natsuru tries to pacify me, but it doesn't work. Her eyes go wide as she sees my anger only increase. "Are you okay? I really didn't mean to get in your way like I did!"
It doesn't work at all.
"I'm fine! But, you got in my way you stupid ditz, have you never heard of looking both ways and looking behind you!?"
"I said I'm sorry!"
"Oh, Andrew, you should have been more aware. Natsuru-san isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. I thought you would have noticed that during our little meeting before."
"Where did you come from, President?!"
Surprisingly it's Natsuru to fire off the question, pointing a finger at Shizuku as she was just leaning against the gate, arms crossed over her chest. I can only manage to clench my teeth while scowling at her with as much energy as I can muster-which is a lot since Natsuru dared to get in my way the way she did. Like I'm supposed to be aware of everything while I am balancing on only two wheels, and then just turn out of the way-which is impossible given what I was doing when this dolt got in my way!?
"Excuse me?" I grate out, glaring at her.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. You know I'm right."
"That is ridiculous, she's the one that got in my way. Not the other way around!"
"Yes, true. But, at least your skirt didn't tear, now put on your other shoes. Don't make me tell you twice."
I grumble, stupid bossy girl, thinks she can order me around just because she's the President. I concede though, slipping off my skateboard shoes and slip on my school shoes-they're pretty comfortable, but I still hate them. I do not like this outfit one bit.
"President!"
"I've been here for awhile now, Natsuru-san. You need to be more aware yourself."
"You just sneak up like that all the time! You're always up to something!"
"Head into school-you're wanted, immediately. I'll see you later Mikoto-san."
Mikoto gave a peace sign before shoving Natsuru through the gates. She wasted no time in glaring at me, but once again I just ignore her.
It seems to make her even more angry.
Sour grapes.
"Where's Akane?" I chance a glance around me, and other than a bunch of girls staring at me and Shizuku like we have ten heads, I can't see Akane anywhere.
"She got here before both of us. She works in the Library so she has to be here even earlier than me."
"I feel sorry for her."
"Yes, well not all of us are a free spirit like you. Some of us come to school like we are supposed to."
I scratch at the back of my head, looking away from Shizuku's smiling face. I can't help but think somehow she had something to do with Natsuru getting in my way and causing me to fall like a stack of bricks-I'm certain it must have been amusing watching me biff, and Natsuru fall herself partly from the shock and me slamming into one of her legs. Now, shit happens, I know the saying all too well at this point and it holds merit, but there's no way Natsuru could have just got in my way like all on her own.
Unless she's so stupid beyond saving.
Shizuku puts herself in front of me, arms still folded over her chest, her usual smile dancing on her face. "Something the matter?"
I don't want to be here. I don't speak my thought out loud, because no doubt it is going to cause Shizuku to make a retort that will get a reaction out of me. Probably call me a truant or something-which is the truth. There were days I didn't even bother to show up to school for two weeks straight, and there were other days I'd just leave when I had enough. Shizuku, there's no doubt in my mind, won't allow me to leave like that-and as she has proven will show up on my doorstep.
"Nothing, can I go now? I thought you were going to give me that tour and you need my help?"
"So impatient."
I cross my arms over my chest. "I'd be a little more patient if I didn't fall and if I wasn't so rudely woken up today by yours truly."
"I thought you'd be happy seeing me so early."
I scowl. "I don't like being woken up early-I become an angry bear. Anyone who does it suffers the full extent of my wrath."
"I see that now, I'll keep that in mind next time I come to visit you. I'm waiting for someone."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"I'd like you two to meet so there's no unpleasant surprises today or in the future."
I shake my head, almost reaching the point of being exasperated. "Why?"
"You have quite the record Andrew, and you're not exactly the friendliest person."
I'm so close to losing my shit now. I'm not a sociable person at all, if anything I stray far away from people because I can't trust them. Betrayal is a bitch, and the worst part with that is the fact those closest were the ones to do it. But, then again the closest people were always the ones to screw you over first, I'm pretty much just a loner and always have been because of that. I have my few friends, but that's it-I'm not social like my father, but I'm not anti-social like my mother.
I just don't really like people. I don't mind being around them, but as far as talking and all that shit goes...Spare me, I don't want to or need to be humored. I'll save myself the trouble and keep people at more than an arm's length away, and they will stay there as long as I can help it. The only thing they do is talk and talk, while bringing all of their bullshit out, and I don't care to hear either.
More importantly, other than all of those things, she knows Shizuku and that really doesn't paint a good picture for me. Sure, Shizuku did save me from going splat yesterday, and sure she didn't decide to strangle me, but the girl is creepy, and her eyes are just...Piercing, most of all she deduced the fact I...This isn't how I originally was. Either she is a spy of some sort and had been at the airport when I arrived, or she had been informed through some means-which is basically the same thing in the long run.
"I don't like people."
"I know, you got into a lot of fights."
I only sigh, scraping my hands through my hair.
"Shizuku-chan!"
I dart my eyes on the loudmouth-jeez is her voice annoying. Not quite as bad as nails on a chalkboard, but it's still bad. The girl is waving her hand just a few meters away from us with this stupid smile on her face. She doesn't have a body like me or Shizuku, it's more slender than athletic, more soft than firm, but it doesn't really detract from her overall appearance. Her eyes are a shade of green and are rather large, and her hair is orange...Auburn, maybe a combination of the two, or maybe I'm color blind since I can't say her hair is brown for sure.
There's no way in hell someone can be as bubbly as this girl and be so genuine about it. I've met lots of people, some of them were all right I guess, others were intolerable, but they all held something in common with one another. They weren't bubbly at all, and if they were it was just an act to hide something more sinister about themselves-maybe sinister isn't the right term to use, but it's the only thing that I can think of. They act all sweet, but once they get comfortable they're little shits and devious.
My heart skips a beat-that stupid smile turns on the girl's face turns into a baleful smirk, and those large green eyes become narrow and sharp like daggers. I shake my head furiously, focusing on the girl more than I had been before, surely I'm not seeing just things or imagining that. Where did that come from just now?
"I'm leaving."
I'm halted by Shizuku, who grabs my hand-if I didn't have such good reflexes I'd be on the cement right now.
"Shizuku-chan, who is your friend? She sure is tall."
Shizuku looks me up and down, craning her head up to look me in my eyes. Yeah, I got her by a good few inches, Shizuku isn't short by any means, but I'm just that much taller than her.
"Her name is Andrew, she's new here." Shizuku simpers, running her fingers through her curtain of hair while flashing a weird smile at me.
A quirk I guess...The hair thing I mean.
That smile, well I have no idea, but it creeps me out.
"I'm Sakura, it's a pleasure to meet you, Andrew-san."
She bows just a bit, and I return the gesture just so I remain polite. I'll never get used to all the formalities that people do here, nor the use of honorifics. I'm just going to call a person by their name and that's it. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but usually one uses honorifics unless they're very familiar with that person or people, and even then they'll use kun or chan to show affection. They just won't say their name as it is.
"Nice to meet you, too." I say back softly, looking at her for just a second before turning away.
Something about this girl just feels...Off.
"I hope you come to enjoy our school, it's the best in all of Japan. We even have a campus, if you can believe! Anyways, I guess I'll see you both later. Shizuku-chan always give a good tour, so make sure to pay attention."
I resist rolling my eyes and just nod my head. "Noted."
"By the way, Shizuku-chan. Have you seen girl Natsuru?"
I can feel my eyes widen at that little question, and it takes all I have not to open up my mouth so flies can get in. Okay, by all means I am a reasonable person, I think so at least. I've never been forceful or mean to people, I've always minded my own business and have done my own thing. I've been experiencing a lot of unreasonable things as of late, definitely unreasonable, and this is going to make it to the top of that list.
I do remember Stubby Bear saying something about there being another person like me-a boy who was transformed into a girl. I don't know if that boy had the bane of not being able to transform back into a boy and remaining a girl like myself, my luck has never been all that good in the first place. But, seeing and meeting Natsuru I just considered her a girl from the start-even if the name can be considered strictly for boys, the name Ikki can also be used for girl or boys so I wasn't quick to jump to that assumption.
Either there are two Natsurus, one a boy, the other a girl. This is unlikely. Or they are the same person, and this is the more likely of the two.
I must have gotten lost in my thoughts, because as I start to come back to the reality Shizuku is staring at me with her small smile. I take note of where my eyes had been lingering while I was just somewhere else completely, her breasts, and they quickly trail onto her long legs. I also take notice that Sakura is now gone, and I don't even see her walking towards the school.
I really need to stop getting lost in my thoughts...
"Andrew, I had no idea you'd be so bold as to ogle me. You surprise me, here I thought you were modest."
"I-I was not! Stop a-assuming things like that!" I quickly say, turning my back to her so I can hide my blush. I never ogled anyone, thank you very much! I did look, but I never stared for long periods of time, and I definitely didn't ogle any girls in my lifetime! Unless, they had been my girlfriend of course, but by all means I had every right to do that because we were dating.
"Were you lost in thought? Did something Sakura-san say bother you?"
"Natsuru is really..." I sigh, shaking my head. I never believed I'd have a grasp on this whole crazy thing, but now this is going into way no field. It's not left field, it's not right field, it's not middle field-it is no field. "Natsuru was transformed into a girl since he was originally a guy, right?"
"How perceptive of you. To make that conclusion just from one question that she asked."
"I'm not stupid, and you'd have to be a real dumb ass to think that there's a girl version of Natsuru and a boy version of Natsuru since they have the same last name. They're one in the same, except unlike me he can transform back to normal."
Lucky little bastard.
I'm greeted with nothing but silence, and I chance a glance at Shizuku-I am stupid enough to do that, thank you. I'm not at all surprised to see her eyes narrowed with that piercing look to them, and her usual smile completely gone replaced by a thin line-clearly impassive. I really have to wonder why I even chanced a glance at her, knowing full well she would have this look on her face. Perhaps it was because of the silence-she usually had an answer for everything I had to say, it was odd being greeted by silence.
"So you're saying that Sakura-san already knows that they're the same person..."
"She looks like a stupid ditz and acts like one, but nobody can be that stupid." I feel a bit wary-Shizuku's expression has yet to change. "I mean seriously, it's not like he has twin or anything like that...Couldn't be come up with a better name other than his original name, like Natsuki or Mitsuki...Mitsuha, anything besides his real name?"
"Coming from the person who said they were Andrew's girlfriend Brianna Lopez..."
"At least I didn't say my name like an idiot, you deduced that all on your own."
"I'll give you the tour now. This was very...Lovely. You are quite interesting, Andrew."
"Umm..."
Barring whatever the hell happened not even ten minutes ago. I don't know why Shizuku had been giving me that look, nor do I know why she was friends with such a stupid girl, Sakura. I can read people pretty well, and while her appearance is that of a bubbly and cheerful girl, I know for a fact that there's something off about her that I can't place my finger on. Perhaps it's better that I can't place my finger on it, because it'd just lead to more confusion or irritation.
So, all of that aside I'd say this day pretty good.
The inside of Seitetsu is very impressive as the outside, I almost forget about the fact it has a campus because of the interior-if not more impressive. Thankfully this time around I have much time to sight see and admire everything since Shizuku is keeping a slow pace, explaining everything in detail as we pass by room after room, floor after floor, and hit the campus when we complete one building and go to the next. Though she won't say it, I know that if I start to lag behind she's either going to grab my hand and tug me.
She's so abrasive...
Fortunately though, all the girls seem to be in class or somewhere outside where most of the festival is taking place, seeing as there are none wandering the halls, or rummaging through their lockers. It could be just the fact they don't want to be late and are good little students. Though, there are a lot of decorations-there's banners, and some of the decorations are so outlandish I can't even begin to comprehend why or how they're even allowed.
But, on the bright side this is good because I don't know what I'd do if they all started chasing me or something crazy like that. My first instinct would be to run, but seeing as Shizuku is flanking me I doubt I'd get very far-and she's just revel in my despair with the whole thing. Now, I can see boys doing that, especially the dumb asses in high school since they think they can pick up any girl, and let's face it-are raging with hormones. But, not really girls-sure they get their...Thing, but other than that they're not chasing after each other.
It's also great because I would hate to run into another Kampfer after my escapade with Shizuku. While I am fresh and not very sore from my encounter with her, I have no desire to get into another fight.
One thing I can't stress enough is that there are elevators in here, so that's pretty damn fancy if you ask me. There were elevators in the first school I went to, but only teachers and people injured could only use them basically, for the most part. Which means kids like me weren't able to go in them just because and there's no further reason. That didn't stop me or other kids from using them, but if we were caught well it'd be detention, and because I wouldn't serve that stupid shit it'd turn into an in school suspension, and since I didn't do that it'd turn into flat out suspension.
Not like I cared though, they were just doing me a favor.
Every single building is impressive in its own right, individually. But, the one that stands out the most for me is the science building. Now, surprisingly enough I had been getting a B in my chemistry class. Of course my lack attendance always effected my grade, but I got my work done, and passed the tests and quizzes-attendance was a small part of my overall grade. With this said I am just blown away-there's beakers of all kinds, tables filled to the brim with so many interesting science things, not sure what else to call them, that it makes my old class look like a joke.
I have to wonder if somebody was ever dumb enough to mix the wrong chemicals or add too much of something, add to less of something, and that just caused an explosion or something startling. Normally, there was no reaction of any sort if too much or too less of something was added into something else, but the off chance those chemicals were purely volatile-well better count your eggs.
More than anything though, I love their gym-well I'm going to call it a gym because it's where anything and everything remotely physical takes place. I think they have a weight room-right near the front of the building actually, and upon entering the room it was confirmed. It was a weight room, and the heaviest dumbbells were 130s-which is impressive since my first school only had 100s. There's a few leg press machines, a lat pulldown machine, a few hack squat machines, barbells of every kind, iron plates, rubber plates, a few squat racks lined against the wall, and to finish it off they even have a smith machine!
Maybe this school won't be so bad-I mean this weight room is bad ass! I feel right at home.
"Impressed?"
I look towards Shizuku-I feel like the question is rhetorical, but she still wants an answer I assume. "Yeah."
"You look right at home in here, did you work out a lot as a boy?"
"Sure did."
"It's a shame I'll never be able to see that side of you...I can only assume you were very muscular and lean, also very strong."
"Shizuku...Tour."
"Excellent, happy to see that you're in the right spirit. Now we're going to go to the clubs so you can sign up for one, or however many you want. I think you'd be perfect for the track team with your long legs and all."
It's just an observation, no need to freak out. I muse in silence, looking at Shizuku before nodding in acceptance, and let her steer me in the right direction. I shouldn't feel weird that she said I have long legs, since I am tall, and I do have long legs. She was just simply making the observation, in no way was she eyeballing me with a little smirk on her face as she made the statement-I could be wrong of course, she did try to peek in on me while I was naked in my bathroom.
"Shizuku-chan!"
I almost jump out of my shoes at the sudden volume-Shizuku has entered the building and everyone is bowing their heads, literally. There's praise and there's eyeballing from boys and girls.
"I have many admirers."
"No kidding." I snort, glancing around the see some of these kids with stars in their eyes-how is that possible?
I shake my head and focus on something else.
It doesn't take long for us to reach the Track and Field club, there's several dozen people shuffling around the front of it as we approach, but since Shizuku is with me they all start to gush and move out of the way while bowing their heads.
Okay then!
"Yo, funny seeing you here!"
I struggle to stay standing as Hitomi in all of her cocky glory gives me a mock salute while smiling her little smile. Her head tilts a little to the side, her bangs following in a systematic rhythm. I'm not sure what to say to her, so I just stare at her hoping that my expression gives nothing away. Seeing as she doesn't change her expression at all, my face doesn't falter at all, or she could just be playing the part and letting me maintain such ignorance.
"Have you two met?" Shizuku inquires, looking at us both.
"Well-"
"Yeah, we sure did. She was flying down the street on that skateboard between her arm and almost hit me because she wasn't paying attention. She fell while avoiding me, which was pretty funny."
"S-Shut up, Hitomi!" I snap, scowling at her. Her story was all wrong, she left out the part where she purposely got in my way to make me fall, it's not like she couldn't hear me screaming down the street or the pop of my board, or the sound of my wheels hitting the pavement as I landed a hardlip-bolts on top of it.
"Don't be so sour about it. It's your fault for not paying attention."
"You're the one that got in my way!"
Both of them get a kick out of this-Shizuku simpers while Hitomi just laughs openly, eyes shining with amusement. It's really not that funny at all, my perfect trick had been ruined! These two have no idea just how hard a hardflip is to execute-down stairs no less and land perfectly, it's not called a hardflip for no reason! Of course, I can't expect them to understand the slightest, it's not like they've ever actually tried skateboarding or committed to it-they were the types that think it's cool to see others do it. Which is good, but they don't know all the time and effort-all of the falling that comes with it.
"So, are you here to sign up for Track and Field?" Miss cocky wisely changes the subject.
"I don't know since you're on the team...In the club."
"You hurt my feelings." Hitomi chuckles.
"Oh, now don't be like that Andrew." Shizuku makes it a point to smack me on the shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze for extra measure. "I think you'll be a perfect addition to the Track and Field club."
"What if I don't want to join?"
"You heard the President. So, what do you want to do? Hurdles? Sprint?" Hitomi decides to butt in, of course, flashing me another one of her trademark cocky smiles.
"Um..."
"You know, we can decide later after seeing what you've got. Just sign your name here."
Hitomi shoves a clipboard right in my face before I can even make a response. Thanks to my reflexes I take a few steps back just in time before it could crash against the bridge of my nose, no doubt causing me a small measure of pain. Getting hit in the nose wasn't fun by any means, eyes watered, snot ran in the back of the throat, and overall it left the person getting hit completely vulnerable. I may be a Kampfer, but I think getting hit in the nose will still have the same effect, or even worse.
"You almost hit me with that damn thing..." I grouse, snatching the clipboard out of her hand, and snatch the pen right out of her hand, too. I send my best scowl her way, mustering all of my annoyance I've felt for the last ten minutes to give it more power.
Hitomi just shrugs. "Just hurry up and sign it."
How dare this little...I should shove the clipboard in her face like she did with me, and for good measure start drawing on her face with this pen, because she'd dodge the clipboard knowing I'd want to get my just revenge-but she wouldn't be expecting the pen to come scribbling across her stupid cocky face. I swear by the end of two months I am going to be in anger management because of these people!
I sign my name, shoving the clipboard into her arms and draw line right on the side of her face with the pen before she can snatch it away.
"That's real mature." She licks one of her fingers and starts to wipe at my revenge.
I just shrug. "I signed it, what's the big deal?"
Shizuku escorts me away, picking up her pace. "Now, I need you to man the ticket stand."
"Why?"
"Because, that's where all the students and parents will be coming in. I need you to work on your social skills."
"Hiya, girly!"
I shut the door to my apartment, locking it for extra measure. I don't want anyone coming in, and I don't want to see anyone. I've seen enough people for one day and that involves a lot of girls and boys acting all stupid and gushing when I gave them a ticket...The girls were rubbing it against their cheeks while the boys were well, they were being boys and it really got on my nerves. Between the two I'm not sure who was worse-the girls and their stupid gushing, or the guys and their stupid staring.
"Blleeehhh!" I make a face at Stubby Bear, not returning his greeting in the most pleasant of ways, but I've had a rough day and I told him not to call me girly! I open up my fridge, taking out some more leftovers from the Italian shop and some ingredients to make Yakitori and some Sesame chicken. Those snacks at the school were all good, but I always prefer a home cooked meal rather than a little snack-fast food.
"You had a rough day, I see."
"You have no idea..." I grouse while shaking my head.
He seems to consider my statement before making a response. "Well, what happened? Did your boobs come flying out?"
I growl lowly, cutting my eyes at the stuffed animal. I don't think he's a pervert, but he's way too free talking about my bosom. He could have a healthy appetite as some people put it, but I don't think that's any different than being a pervert. Maybe he has appreciation, but that'd mean he's appreciating my body...
"No, they did not. Besides being woken up way too early for my taste and having to wear this ridiculous outfit; I fell before I got to school. I got a full tour, which was pretty good I suppose. I had to see the person that made me fall the other day when I was going to get Italian from that one shop-had to deal with her stupid cocky face, but I scribbled on it with a pen, so that's good too. After that I had to man this ticket stand..."
"Oh no, you had to be around so many people."
"Exactly. All of the girls were gushing and doing all of this weird shit with their tickets, the boys were being boys and staring at me. They came back asking for more tickets, despite not using their first ticket. The girls started hanging around me and asking if I had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, when I told them to go away they just started gushing again like morons with stars and hearts in their eyes-I don't even know how that's possible to have either of those in eyes, but yeah that's been my day."
"Sounds eventful, but at least your boobs didn't fly out, and your skirt didn't rip when you fell before."
I sigh, nodding my head. That was a very good thing. "I guess that's a positive, good thing is I don't have to go to school or the following days until next week."
"See, so all is well!" Stubby Bear exclaims, glancing at my plate of Lasagna as I pull it out of the microwave.
"Anyways, I signed up for the Track and Field club. What were you up to all day while I was gone?" I take a chunk out of my Lasagna and shove it in my mouth while pushing some off to the side of the plate so Stubby Bear can eat as well.
I don't need him begging like he had been at the airport-the only thing missing had been drool, seriously.
"Well, I was watching your Godzilla movies."
"I hope in order, at least with those three I mentioned."
Stubby Bear makes a sound similar to a snort before grabbing a fork and eating some of the leftovers I had just gave him. "You really take the fun out of it. But, yeah I did. Though in the Astro Monster movie they failed to point out that Mothra helped Godzilla and Rodan defeat that three headed dragon. I guess they didn't care too much about continuity."
"King Ghidorah." I correct.
"Excuse me for not being such a nerd when it comes to the Godzilla franchise."
"That'd be Toho."
I mean it was the company that created Godzilla-they had multiple other movies as well, but Godzilla could be their best known and famous one of all time.
"Nerd."
I snort at his statement and grab some Parmesan cheese. I sprinkle it on my share, careful not to douse it in the cheese and put some on Stubby Bear's. I don't have much of this left, besides the Lasagna all I have now is some Spaghetti and Garlic Bread. So I get started on the Yakitori after finishing off my portion of the plate and get the ingredients needed to prepare the sauce first before rummaging through the fridge, pulling out two packs of chicken.
"Oh, get this...There's a Kick Volleyball club there."
"What are they smoking?" Stubby Bear asks while laughing, falling on his back as it became too much to remain sitting up. I don't think he'll choke doing such a thing, he is a stuffed animal and has no windpipe or anything like that-also doesn't have to worry about food getting lodged in his throat from such an action either.
"Must be some good shit. Kick Volleyball, seriously..." I laugh along with Stubby Bear at the sheer idiocy of that whole thing.
Shizuku had encouraged me to join it, but I'd look like a real idiot joining something like that. Volleyball is a hands only sport, but at that school they added kicking to it, which really didn't make any sense. Someone can't kick a Volleyball the same way they can hit with their hands, the balancing is different than a Soccer ball which is made for kicking. I'm not sure if those people in the club were smoking some good shit, or tripping off of shrooms, and anyone who was joining it had to be on both.
There was no question about it.
"So, what are you going to do tomorrow since you're not going to school?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Shop for women clothes and actually get some bras and panties or corsets? I found some online on these sites, maybe you could browse through them?"
I bring the knife down a little too hard and split the chicken breast in the wrong spot. As long as I can help it I will not be wearing either of those three things, and definitely not a corset. That was just...It was way too much, besides hindering breathing the whole article of clothing was just too much. It was created to hold the girls in place, but it squeezed every single inch and left nothing to the imagination. There's no way I could even wear that.
"What!?"
"It's not like I ordered them or anything like that. You're just looking, where is the harm in that?"
I sigh, not able to believe I'm really about to say this. But, since Stubby Bear took the time to browse through multiple sites and put a lot of thought into this, it'd be mean as well as just wrong to not see what he chose. Even if I'm going to die of shock and embarrassment. "I guess I can look since you went through all of that effort, but that's as far as it goes. And, I don't want to hear one stupid comment come out of your mouth."
"Maybe tomorrow you can-"
"I'm going to sleep in you idiot! Get your head out of the gutter..."
