If you were to ask me why in the world I agreed to joining this band, I myself would not be able to answer you. But here I was, in a situation where it's "say yes" or "be alone." I soon came to like the fact that I did...just not yet.
"Welcome to who?" I asked, surprised of everything that had just happened in the past few seconds.
"Black City..." the one boy who had touched me on the shoulder in the first place.
"Alright," I calmly started, trying to slow my breathing, "Everyone introduce yourselves to me since I don't know who the any of you are," I commanded, politely.
All three looked at me confused but then nodded, each stepping out one at a time. The boy who touched my shoulder started first.
"My name is Rizumura Takai...blood type C." Takai said in normal tone, then smirking at another band member. He was trying to confuse me because I'm stupid just because I'm an American. I know what a blood type is. He was definitely hot, though, as he bowed to me and I to him. Japanese edicate is so beautiful. Mrs. Makinaru scolded him from across the room. I guessed that the translation was somewhere around: "That's not a blood type, you dumbass."
The next boy stepped out, a few inches shorter than Takai, but taller than me. "Desari Yuusuke, keyboard player. At your service," he beautifully spoke, and bowed lowly to me. I then also bowed lowly to him. When I got up from the bow, my eyes were caught in his. They were full off fight, as a samurai's.
"Aw'right, Yuu-kun. Stop flirting," Takai's eyes narrowed, full of expression. Then, the last boy stepped in. He was the same height as Yuusuke.
"Murokume Maiko, drum player and sometimes bass player," he said giving Takai a dirty look. Takai caught sight of Maiko and exchanged the same dirty look back at him.
"So, what is your name, Miss?" Yuusuke asked cooly.
"Shinatsu Kawari..." I said soft-spokenly. Yuusuke sure knew how to make me blush.
"SO!" Takai's loud voice boomed, "What instruments do you know how to play, Kowai?"
Maiko nudged Takai in the ribs forcefully, and Kowai, doubled over in pain. Kowai must mean something insulting in Japanese...
(A/N: Kowai Scary)
I thought what Takai had said, though. I had taken piano ever since I was in firstt grade, then stopped it in sixth grade. Then in sixth grade, I picked up bass guitar.
"Piano and bass, " I answered.
"Sweet," Maiko started,"I'm impressed, Kawa-san. Takai hardly knows how to play the bass. Who knows how he gets by? But you know two whole instruments like the back of your hand. She's an inspiration."
I modestly shook my head and said, "...I'm not as good as to know them like the back of my hand...but...I'm still pretty good on them..."
"Bass is different from accoustic? Do you know the difference?" Takai tested her.
Maiko raised an eyebrow, looking over at Takai. "Do you even know what's different about it?" Maiko threw back at Takai.
"There's a lot different about the two! Like one is wood and one is metal! Another difference is that--" Takai rebuttled until Maiko cut him off.
"Takai, shut up. If you'd actually pay attention in class, you'd know that there's no difference in playing it. You've just got to rock."
I watched the two feuding boys continue to claw at each other's opinions, when Mrs. Makinaru chimed in.
"Alright class, tomorrow try working out the details on who will write lyrics, what instrument each member will play, and what your band will definitely be called. See ya!"
I walked out of the room after gathering my coat and books, then looked at my map. Next I needed to go to Science class.
"Class 2-D, Mr. Oukana," I said aloud, not noticing who was standing in front of me. I kept walking, but found myself not able to move. I looked to a shoulder and a hand was rested firmly upon it.
"Miss Shinatsu, nice to see you here." A young man said to me. I looked up and blushed. "You might want to stop here, since this is your next class, after all," he smiled at me.
"Mr. Oukana?" I asked.
"I wanted to watch for you outside just in case you'd gotten lost what with all of the signs written in Japanese. Are you having a good day so far?"
"Yessir," I started, "Mrs. Makinaru seems like a very kind and fun-loving woman. Music was my first class."
"Yes, Mrs. Makinaru definitely is a great teacher. I had her when I went here, a few years ago. I really enjoyed the bands that she had us form and perform. Aaaah. The good times...well, time for class!" Mr. Oukana smiled, anxiously.
Wait a second, did he just say 'a few years ago?' I thought to myself.
I walked side by side to the front of the classroom with him. I knew every teacher would want me to be introduced to the class. The one bad thing about your first day.
"Students, I'd like you to meet Miss Shinatsu Kawari. She's a transfer student coming all the way from New York to be with us. She's planning on staying here the whole year, then leaving back to New York...but let's try to make her feel welcome and comfortable with us! A'wright?"
A large bellow came from the class, which I think was supposed to be "OKAY," but seemed more like a "WHATEVER." I sat down in a seat next to a friendly looking boy. He looked like a girl, and but I paid no mind. He was holding hands with another boy. I thought it odd, at first, until I saw that they were passing notes.
Mr. Oukana told us took pull out our science books and just look through them for all of class and as we were leaving, to grab a worksheet of the topic that we were most interested in from the book. I had always been interested in blood, as my friends in Sixth grade would tease me that I was a vampire, so I flipped to the chapter on parts of blood. How boring. I looked at the cover of the book and was shocked to see the words Second Grade Level. I'm not in freakin' second grade! I thought, insulted.I got out of my seat and stomped up to Mr. Oukana's desk.
"Mr. Oukana, I think there's something wrong with this book. It says Second Grade Level on the front," I said alarmingly.
"...Oh! Gomen, gomen! I guess no one told you about the Japanese curriculum! At our school, putting it simply, this called Second Grade."
"...oh..." I confusingly tripped over my words.
I walked back over to my seat and looked through the dullish book. If I wouldn't have known, I'd have literally thought that the book was "American" second grade level. I tossed the book to the side and began sketching manga. It was the only pasttime that I loved at all besides playing the guitar and working with HTML. I looked around me. There were girls and boys talking to each other. Some were even sketching like me. I looked at the boy beside me. They were obviously passing notes about me.
Ugh... I thought. I'm just new here, can't ANYONE cut me some slack? I turned back to face forward and resumed drawing.Then, Mr. Oukana clapped his hands.
"Hey you two, stop holding hands. Do that kinda crap all you want during lunch when I'm not there." Mr. Oukana commanded.
I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that class was almost over. I gathered all of my books onto a tidy pile on my desk, then once more...drew. The boy to the other side of me (since the "gay" one was on my right) looked over at what I was doing.
"Hey, that's really good," he smiled. I looked at the picture, then back to him.
"Thanks. I've loved drawing before I was ever in school, so I've had plenty of time to work on my skills." I smiled back. Then I realized I had no idea who this kid was...and that I was forgetting my newly learned japanese etiquette. "What's your name?" I quickly added.
"My name's Tsukari Kiru. So you're all the way from New York? That's quite a while from here! Anyway, I was wondering if you needed someone to sit with at lunch? I wouldn't want you to be all alone!"
"I'd love to eat with you, Tsukari-kun." I blushed.
"You can just call me Kiru. I hate being formal..." Kiru trailed off as the bell rang. Kids flew out of their seats and I was pushed along with the crowd.
"I'll meet you at the school entrance!" I called to him from the door as he was pushed toward the rear of the crowd.
Okay, chapter two. I'm not writing anymore until I get comments because comments are like an unopened pack
of mechanical pencils. They call me to my mission. :D Plus I'm really freakin tired from doing two stories on the same day ( since I was up at 5 then went to bed :D ). So! COMMENTS PWEASE!