*Episode 4*
That being done, it was time to start teaching Keiichi. I had already eliminated my
best courses of action, but the approach I was taking had the two advantages of being
more honest (this was the most indirect way that allowed me to tell Keiichi what I was
doing, or at least as much of it as I had), and being a *lot* more fun. I quickly thought
up a suitable avatar for my purposes; my true form is obviously a Gaijin, and I wanted to
avoid drawing attention. "My" "new" "form" was about 5'7" and of moderate build.
Other than that, I went with as close to my usual self as I could (physically) while not
being recognizable AS me and appearing to be Japanese. I mentally accessed Nekomi
Tech's computer records and added a "new" file, for an exchange student (of
Japanese descent) named "Seimeino Koujiku". Hey, I both wanted to drop a
not-so-subtle hint for Keiichi and have a little joke. I figured it would take him a while to
figure it out, anyway, as he was going to be pretty "confused" about the whole situation.
Then, I 'blinked' in my little iryokunokengen when no one was looking and walked to
the main office of Nekomi Tech.
Around half an hour later, Keiichi was called down to see his Dean (I had enrolled in
the same program as him, and matched "my" courses to share as many as possible with
him without seeming suspicious or blowing Koujiku's cover).
"Konnichiwa, Keiichi-san," said the dean.
"Konnichiwa," responded Keiichi.
"Keiichi, you are probably wondering why I've called you down here."
"Yes, Sensei."
"We have a new exchange student from America. Unfortunately, his Japanese isn't all
that great. Seeing as you've been doing quite well in your English classes lately, and that
he shares several of your classes, I was hoping you could show him around, and help
him get used to life here."
"Of course, Sensei," replied Keiichi.
"Well, then, that being taken care of, I'd like you to meet Seimeino Koujiku."
The name startled Keiichi. "Didn't you say he was from America?" he said.
"Yes, but his parents were Japanese."
"Shouldn't he speak Japanese, then?"
"His parents moved to America before he was born, and died in a car crash shortly
afterwards. He was raised in an orphanage. Fortunately for him, his parents left him a
substantial amount of stock, and he's now quite wealthy. He says that he's always
intended to spend some time here, to 'get back to his roots,' and finally got the chance."
"Oh. He sounds interesting."
The dean chuckled. "Yes, that he is. He's staying just off-campus. He actually bought
a house, if you can believe it. Something about 'being sick and tired of being stuck in a
dormitory or barracks of some kind of another.'"
"Wow."
"Anyway, " the dean said as he pressed a button on his desk, "Send him in."
My iryokunokengen opened the door and walked in. "Hi," I said (with only a very
slight Japanese accent).
"Hello. Seimeino Koujiku, I presume," Keiichi said in perfect English (And now you
see the payoff of my teaching him to speak English. *chuckle*).
"Seimeino-san, Morisato-san, I believe you have a class in ten minutes. You'd better
get going if you want to be on time," said the Dean, dismissing us.
"Yes, sir." I said.
"Hai, sensei!" said Keiichi.
A few hours later (and after two classes), we were discussing my past.
"I heard you lost your parents when you were very young," Keiichi said regretfully.
"Well, yes."
"It must have been hard on you."
"Trust me, you never want to be stuck in a room with three roommates, any one of
which could easily kill you, and at least two of which have almost no concern for your
safety."
"I know," he groaned sympathetically.
"Heh. I'll have to meet your roommates," I said.
"I'm not sure that would be such a good idea...," he said.
"Well, I can wait," I said.
"Anyway, what clubs are you thinking of joining," he responded (trying to change the
subject away from the Goddesses).
"I'm not all that sure. Honestly, I have only three hobbies that could fit the bill," I
said.
"Oh? What are they?
"Well, cooking for one."
"Okay, scratch that, but you really should meet Bell-chan. Maybe you could swap
recipes. She's a really good cook."
"Secondly, Norse mythology."
"Oh? We don't have a club for that, but I'd love to hear how you got involved in
something that odd."
"Odd? I never thought of it that way. I'm not really sure just *how* I got interested
in it. It's just always appealed to me."
"Hmm. Interesting. And what was the third?"
"Heh. I build cars."
"Oh? What about the motor club, then? I'm a member."
"Oh, I don't know. I've heard some... interesting things about the club's leaders.
Something about some guy named 'Tamiya' breaking the ribs of every other new
member."
Keiichi laughed. "It's not *THAT* bad," he said, barely able to stand up straight.
"Okay, if you say so, but I'm warning you... any hospital bills come out of my club
fees."
Keiichi chuckled again. "Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem," he said. My plan was
falling into place nicely.
That being done, it was time to start teaching Keiichi. I had already eliminated my
best courses of action, but the approach I was taking had the two advantages of being
more honest (this was the most indirect way that allowed me to tell Keiichi what I was
doing, or at least as much of it as I had), and being a *lot* more fun. I quickly thought
up a suitable avatar for my purposes; my true form is obviously a Gaijin, and I wanted to
avoid drawing attention. "My" "new" "form" was about 5'7" and of moderate build.
Other than that, I went with as close to my usual self as I could (physically) while not
being recognizable AS me and appearing to be Japanese. I mentally accessed Nekomi
Tech's computer records and added a "new" file, for an exchange student (of
Japanese descent) named "Seimeino Koujiku". Hey, I both wanted to drop a
not-so-subtle hint for Keiichi and have a little joke. I figured it would take him a while to
figure it out, anyway, as he was going to be pretty "confused" about the whole situation.
Then, I 'blinked' in my little iryokunokengen when no one was looking and walked to
the main office of Nekomi Tech.
Around half an hour later, Keiichi was called down to see his Dean (I had enrolled in
the same program as him, and matched "my" courses to share as many as possible with
him without seeming suspicious or blowing Koujiku's cover).
"Konnichiwa, Keiichi-san," said the dean.
"Konnichiwa," responded Keiichi.
"Keiichi, you are probably wondering why I've called you down here."
"Yes, Sensei."
"We have a new exchange student from America. Unfortunately, his Japanese isn't all
that great. Seeing as you've been doing quite well in your English classes lately, and that
he shares several of your classes, I was hoping you could show him around, and help
him get used to life here."
"Of course, Sensei," replied Keiichi.
"Well, then, that being taken care of, I'd like you to meet Seimeino Koujiku."
The name startled Keiichi. "Didn't you say he was from America?" he said.
"Yes, but his parents were Japanese."
"Shouldn't he speak Japanese, then?"
"His parents moved to America before he was born, and died in a car crash shortly
afterwards. He was raised in an orphanage. Fortunately for him, his parents left him a
substantial amount of stock, and he's now quite wealthy. He says that he's always
intended to spend some time here, to 'get back to his roots,' and finally got the chance."
"Oh. He sounds interesting."
The dean chuckled. "Yes, that he is. He's staying just off-campus. He actually bought
a house, if you can believe it. Something about 'being sick and tired of being stuck in a
dormitory or barracks of some kind of another.'"
"Wow."
"Anyway, " the dean said as he pressed a button on his desk, "Send him in."
My iryokunokengen opened the door and walked in. "Hi," I said (with only a very
slight Japanese accent).
"Hello. Seimeino Koujiku, I presume," Keiichi said in perfect English (And now you
see the payoff of my teaching him to speak English. *chuckle*).
"Seimeino-san, Morisato-san, I believe you have a class in ten minutes. You'd better
get going if you want to be on time," said the Dean, dismissing us.
"Yes, sir." I said.
"Hai, sensei!" said Keiichi.
A few hours later (and after two classes), we were discussing my past.
"I heard you lost your parents when you were very young," Keiichi said regretfully.
"Well, yes."
"It must have been hard on you."
"Trust me, you never want to be stuck in a room with three roommates, any one of
which could easily kill you, and at least two of which have almost no concern for your
safety."
"I know," he groaned sympathetically.
"Heh. I'll have to meet your roommates," I said.
"I'm not sure that would be such a good idea...," he said.
"Well, I can wait," I said.
"Anyway, what clubs are you thinking of joining," he responded (trying to change the
subject away from the Goddesses).
"I'm not all that sure. Honestly, I have only three hobbies that could fit the bill," I
said.
"Oh? What are they?
"Well, cooking for one."
"Okay, scratch that, but you really should meet Bell-chan. Maybe you could swap
recipes. She's a really good cook."
"Secondly, Norse mythology."
"Oh? We don't have a club for that, but I'd love to hear how you got involved in
something that odd."
"Odd? I never thought of it that way. I'm not really sure just *how* I got interested
in it. It's just always appealed to me."
"Hmm. Interesting. And what was the third?"
"Heh. I build cars."
"Oh? What about the motor club, then? I'm a member."
"Oh, I don't know. I've heard some... interesting things about the club's leaders.
Something about some guy named 'Tamiya' breaking the ribs of every other new
member."
Keiichi laughed. "It's not *THAT* bad," he said, barely able to stand up straight.
"Okay, if you say so, but I'm warning you... any hospital bills come out of my club
fees."
Keiichi chuckled again. "Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem," he said. My plan was
falling into place nicely.