Chapter 6
Three weeks later…Karala got off the bus, following the Ronins as they walked into school. This was going to be difficult. There'd be the usual questions, about her family, the condolences from those who had met them, and then there'd be the other students, mostly boys, which would be almost as hurtful. It was enough to make wish she'd been born ugly and disabled. Maybe that way they'd have left her alone. She looked up as Ryo dropped back to walk beside her.
"You alright?" he asked. She smiled at the question. He'd been asking it for the past few weeks. She nodded, and went back to her thoughts. Kayura and the Warlords had accepted her, first because they couldn't do anything about it, and then because they enjoyed her being around. She and Kayura were now good friends, and the Warlords were always surprised at exactly how much she knew about them and the armours. Mia was the only hitch in what seemed for the to be, Ronins and Warlords, a perfect life. Mia hated her, for reasons that only Mia knew about. To the others it just looked as if she was jealous of her easiness with people and her ability to make friends. Karala shook herself and turned her thoughts back to school and their various classes.
As soon as they entered the school gates, Sage was swarmed by a crowd of girls. Karala smiled as she watched him, then her face changed as an evil grin formed on it. Walking up to Sage she turned to the other girls and said:
"Look, he's my boyfriend, so you lot can get lost now!"
The girls all sent disgusted glances in her direction. Sage looked like he was about to have a fit. The other Ronins were doing their best to choke down laughter.
"What the hell were you doing? Since when have you been my girlfriend?" Sage demanded.
"I think you just got beaten at your own game, mate!" Rowen said with a laugh.
Karala was saved from having to reply to Sage by the bell. She headed for the Principal's office while the others went to class.
"Ah, you must be Miss Trinity. Come in and have a seat." the principal motioned her into his office.
"I was most sorry to hear of your family's deaths. More sorry than you could know."
"Thank-you, sir."
"On to school matters, then. You're in almost all the same classes as Rowen Hashiba, I believe you've already met him."
"Yes sir."
"The only class where you are not with him is in biology, where you will be with Ryo Sanada and Sage Date. Here is your schedule. I hope you have a pleasant school year." He handed her a sheet of paper.
"Thank-you sir."
"You are dismissed."
Karala left the room, trying hard not to laugh. Principals were the same the world over. She looked at her schedule. Apparently she was supposed to be in French. Good. She liked languages. She reached the French classroom and knocked.
"Entrez!"
She entered the room. Rowen was at the back and had saved her a place. She smiled at him.
"Alors, tu es la nouvelle étudiante? Pourrais-tu te présenter avant que l'on continue le cours ? »
Karala smiled at the request. It would be amusing if no-one understood.
"Je m'appelle Karala Trinity. Je suis japonaise et je parle couramment le français et l'anglais, et je travaille mon italien et mon allemand. Ravie de vous rencontrer. » she said, before walking to the back of the room and sitting down beside Rowen.
The teacher looked a bit nonplussed. He wasn't supposed to have to teach people who could evidently speak the language better than he himself.
"Bien... Nous continuons donc le cours."
Karala took the lesson as an opportunity to watch her fellow students. Most of them couldn't speak French nearly as well as she could. Even Rowen couldn't.
The morning was uneventful, so no-one was in an unduly bad mood at lunch. Karala and Rowen made their way over to where the others were waiting for them.
"So? How was it?" Kento asked.
"Not bad." Karala responded.
"Not bad!" Rowen exploded from behind her. "She's better than I am at everything, not just the languages. It's embarrassing in the extreme!"
They all laughed and sat down to lunch. Soon after a group of boys came over. Karala saw them coming.
"Damn! Just when everything was going so well." Turning to the others she said: "Let me deal with this, I don't want you involved."
They all turned round at this request, and promptly swore at the sight of the boys.
"Kal, you can't fight them! They're the best fighters in the school and you do not want to get on their wrong side. They're dangerous!" Sage told her. There was a gleam in Karala's eyes that he didn't like.
"So am I, Sage. Stay out of it. This is my fight." she replied. Sage groaned. He'd heard that before.
The boys made a beeline for Karala.
"Hey." said the leader.
"Hi."
"So, what's your name? Where do you come from?"
"Why, does it have anything to do with you?"
"Look, girl, I don't want to ruin your face. Don't make me."
"I was never going to make you, although I'm surprised that you thought that up all on your own. You might not be as stupid as I originally thought."
The boy blinked, before moving closer to Karala.
"Right, that does it! You either apologize or you get your face smashed in! Take your pick." The boy seemed to think she's choose the first. He was wrong.
"Sounds like a good deal, but I think I've got a better one. Either you get the hell away from me or you end up in a heap on the ground!" Karala smirked.
"Fine, you asked for it!" A small crowd had gathered to watch. Karala turned around, as if to go back to her lunch. The boy put his hand on her shoulder to turn her back. Big mistake.
Karala whirled round and hit the boy in the chest with enough force to send him crashing into the wall opposite. He got back up, but made no move towards her. He knew when he was beaten. She turned around and sat back down. The boy's cronies followed him to the other side of the school. The crowd slowly dispersed, muttering compliments to Karala on her fighting skill. She looked up and saw the Ronins looking at her.
"What!"
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The French translates as:"Enter"
"So, you're the new student? Could you present yourself before we carry on with the lesson?"
"I am called Karala Trinity. I am Japanese, and I speak French and English fluently, and I'm working on my German and Italian. Pleased to meet you."
"Good... We will continue the lesson."
I would like to thank my two faithful reviewers, Meira Evenstar and Queen Diamond. This chapter is dedicated to you. Now, if you could go read my other fics (Element and Legacy of the Abhorsen, although Abhorsen would depend on you having read the book) and tell me what you think, I will love you forever. I will try to update as soon as possible.
Carline