Anshi stares aimlessly at the odd pale pink-haired sensei wearing tinted
glasses call role. She was trying hard to figure out where she had seen him
before but nothing clicked in her mind. "Himemiya Anshi," the sensei
called. Anshi raised her hand letting Professor Nemuro know she was
present.
"Okay class, turn to page 10 in you Advance Algebra book," the professor said but was rudely interrupted.
Everyone turned toward the classroom door to notice an out of breath pink- haired girl wearing a pink version of the boy's uniform which was a black button up long sleeve military style shirt and black slacks. Yet, instead of slacks she wore a pair of black spandex shorts with white socks and black dress shoes.
"Tenjou Utena I presume," the teacher said wryly. The pink-haired girl nodded. "You're late."
"I am sorry sensei but the guid....." she started to explain. "Have a seat, I don't have time for excuses and don't let this become a habit. I heard all about the trouble you caused last term with your outlandish choice of ATTIRE," the professor pointed out.
Utena rolled her eyes and headed for a seat in back of the class. Utena walked passed Anshi's desk and their eyes met. Utena smiled at her as she kept walking. Not paying attention to what's in front of her; Utena nearly tripped over another student's satchel. Everyone started giggling.
"Settled down class," the teacher shook his head aggravated. "Tenjou please have a seat." "Gomen sensei," Utena said quickly sitting down at her desk. For the remainder of the class period Utena constantly stared at the mysterious new girl from afar. "Why do I feel like we met before," Utena thought.
Classes came and went and now it was lunch time.
Anshi Himemiya ate her lunch, which was a simple turkey sandwich, bag of chips and ice tea, well that's what the cafeteria offered, and tomorrow she will bring her own lunch. She ate lunch peacefully reading one of her text books.
"Do you want company?" a girl's voice asked. Anshi looked up at the young lady. "Sure, please have a seat." "Thanks." "Oh, you are very welcome."
"I am Shinohara Wakaba grade 10," the brunette held out her hand. The violet-haired girl shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, I am Himemiya Anshi grade 10 also." Anshi felt chills wash over her body as they shook hands.
"I haven't seen you around here before?" "Well, today is my 1st day here I am new." "Well, let me be the first to welcome you to Ohtori Prep!" Wakaba exclaimed. Anshi sweat dropped looking at the energetic girl. "Thank you," Anshi replied humbly.
They made idle chit-chat about classes, movies and etc, but Wakaba kept looking at the cafeteria entrance. "Are you expecting someone?" Anshi asked. "Well, a friend of mines was supposed to join me for lunch today," Wakaba's voice sounding disappointing.
"Oh, maybe something came up," Anshi reassured her. "Yeah, with her something always comes up, it's just like her," Wakaba rejoiced.
Ring....Ring...
"Well I guess lunch is over!" Wakaba hopped from her chair. "It was nice talking to you Anshi-san, maybe we can eat together tomorrow and I'll introduce you to my friend." "I would like that very much," Anshi bowed slightly.
Wakaba was walking to her next period class when she noticed someone. "Utena-chan!" Utena stopped dead in her tracks. Wakaba ran up to her and grabbed her left arm hard.
"Ouch, Wakaba-chan, not so rough," Utena winced. "What, Ms. Star Athlete is sensitive now?" the brunette poked her tongue out. "No, but you are a lot rougher than my teammates," Utena said teasingly.
"So why weren't you at lunch, I waited for you?" "Sorry, Wakaba, I got called to the headmistress office." "I told you not to wear that 'uniform' this term," Wakaba said dryly.
"But it's who I am and there aren't any rules saying my uniform is 'unacceptable' to be worn by a female."
"Well, I like your uniform it's cool and at lest it's pink this year. I didn't like the black one you wore last year," Wakaba stated snuggling against Utena's arm.
"Hey!" Utena exclaimed. "Haha, I was just kidding Utena-chan." So what's your next class?"
Utena looked down at her wrinkled schedule. "French," Utena sighed. "I guess that sucks for you!" the brunette laughs. "Yeah, foreign languages suck. So what's you next class?" Utena asks nudging Wakaba's arm. "Phys. Ed." "Well, see ya later" Wakaba runs off and waves back at Utena.
To be concluded......................
Next Chapter: The Tour
"Okay class, turn to page 10 in you Advance Algebra book," the professor said but was rudely interrupted.
Everyone turned toward the classroom door to notice an out of breath pink- haired girl wearing a pink version of the boy's uniform which was a black button up long sleeve military style shirt and black slacks. Yet, instead of slacks she wore a pair of black spandex shorts with white socks and black dress shoes.
"Tenjou Utena I presume," the teacher said wryly. The pink-haired girl nodded. "You're late."
"I am sorry sensei but the guid....." she started to explain. "Have a seat, I don't have time for excuses and don't let this become a habit. I heard all about the trouble you caused last term with your outlandish choice of ATTIRE," the professor pointed out.
Utena rolled her eyes and headed for a seat in back of the class. Utena walked passed Anshi's desk and their eyes met. Utena smiled at her as she kept walking. Not paying attention to what's in front of her; Utena nearly tripped over another student's satchel. Everyone started giggling.
"Settled down class," the teacher shook his head aggravated. "Tenjou please have a seat." "Gomen sensei," Utena said quickly sitting down at her desk. For the remainder of the class period Utena constantly stared at the mysterious new girl from afar. "Why do I feel like we met before," Utena thought.
Classes came and went and now it was lunch time.
Anshi Himemiya ate her lunch, which was a simple turkey sandwich, bag of chips and ice tea, well that's what the cafeteria offered, and tomorrow she will bring her own lunch. She ate lunch peacefully reading one of her text books.
"Do you want company?" a girl's voice asked. Anshi looked up at the young lady. "Sure, please have a seat." "Thanks." "Oh, you are very welcome."
"I am Shinohara Wakaba grade 10," the brunette held out her hand. The violet-haired girl shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, I am Himemiya Anshi grade 10 also." Anshi felt chills wash over her body as they shook hands.
"I haven't seen you around here before?" "Well, today is my 1st day here I am new." "Well, let me be the first to welcome you to Ohtori Prep!" Wakaba exclaimed. Anshi sweat dropped looking at the energetic girl. "Thank you," Anshi replied humbly.
They made idle chit-chat about classes, movies and etc, but Wakaba kept looking at the cafeteria entrance. "Are you expecting someone?" Anshi asked. "Well, a friend of mines was supposed to join me for lunch today," Wakaba's voice sounding disappointing.
"Oh, maybe something came up," Anshi reassured her. "Yeah, with her something always comes up, it's just like her," Wakaba rejoiced.
Ring....Ring...
"Well I guess lunch is over!" Wakaba hopped from her chair. "It was nice talking to you Anshi-san, maybe we can eat together tomorrow and I'll introduce you to my friend." "I would like that very much," Anshi bowed slightly.
Wakaba was walking to her next period class when she noticed someone. "Utena-chan!" Utena stopped dead in her tracks. Wakaba ran up to her and grabbed her left arm hard.
"Ouch, Wakaba-chan, not so rough," Utena winced. "What, Ms. Star Athlete is sensitive now?" the brunette poked her tongue out. "No, but you are a lot rougher than my teammates," Utena said teasingly.
"So why weren't you at lunch, I waited for you?" "Sorry, Wakaba, I got called to the headmistress office." "I told you not to wear that 'uniform' this term," Wakaba said dryly.
"But it's who I am and there aren't any rules saying my uniform is 'unacceptable' to be worn by a female."
"Well, I like your uniform it's cool and at lest it's pink this year. I didn't like the black one you wore last year," Wakaba stated snuggling against Utena's arm.
"Hey!" Utena exclaimed. "Haha, I was just kidding Utena-chan." So what's your next class?"
Utena looked down at her wrinkled schedule. "French," Utena sighed. "I guess that sucks for you!" the brunette laughs. "Yeah, foreign languages suck. So what's you next class?" Utena asks nudging Wakaba's arm. "Phys. Ed." "Well, see ya later" Wakaba runs off and waves back at Utena.
To be concluded......................
Next Chapter: The Tour