Sylvia Sanchez (Suzume) Yakazawa District Friday, April 1st
"Deliver this to Snake," Big G told Hiro and me. I glanced at the briefcase before grabbing it.
"What is it?" Hiro asked.
"Just deliver it," Big G huffed.
"Going to see your future master huh Scar," Silver laughed. I gave him a glare, deciding not to verbally respond.
"Don't whip her too hard Hiro," Knuckles added.
"Fucking pig," I growled at Knuckles, giving him a kick in the shin. He howled in pain before trying to throw a punch my way. I dodged it and shoved him against the wall. "Try that again and I'll cut your dick off."
"One day Scar," Knuckles hissed. "You're going to regret acting all high and mighty."
"Yeah yeah," I huffed. "But today is not that day." I let him go and felt slight satisfaction.
I got into the car and waited for Hiro to get in the passenger seat. He held onto the briefcase and sighed. "Let's go," he hummed. I turned on some music using my phone.
I pulled out of the auto shop and followed the oh so familiar route to Snake's abode. Before long we were in the East Side of the Yakazawa District. The buildings were rugged and the low economic status of the area was apparent. I pulled into the driveway of Snake's personal home.
As soon as the car was in park, Hiro climbed out of the car. I followed after him and waited as he knocked on the door. It was opened by a girl in scanty clothes. "What is your business with the master?" she asked.
"We have a delivery," Hiro answered her. She was yanked out of the way and Snake appeared before us. He visibly towered over us both and wore a cheetah printed suit with dark pants.
"Scar, Hiro," he grinned. "Come in, come in." We took off our shoes and followed him inside. I watched a bruise form on the girl's arm as she scurried away. I forced myself to ignore it and follow after Snake. "It's been such a long time since I've seen you Scar, you never come and visit me like Hiro does."
"I've been busy," I deadpanned.
"You always say that," he whined playfully. I rolled my eyes as he led us into his office. There were various technical equipment related to film and production. I took a seat next to Hiro as he handed Snake the briefcase.
"What's in the briefcase?" Hiro asked him. I blinked at his question. Hiro was too bold for his own good.
"I'm afraid that's top-secret today my pretties," Snake hummed in delight. Another woman came into the office with tea and baked pastries. She placed them on the table and left.
"How much longer until we get to know all the good stuff," Hiro whined.
"You have how much longer until you graduate from school?" Snake asked him.
"I'm a senior now," Hiro responded.
"Well, assuming that things go smoothly, you should be able to work under me when you graduate," Snake told him.
"That would be awesome," he cheered.
"And I assume you'd rather stay with Big G," Snake remarked, addressing me.
I bit my lip and nodded. "I enjoy working with drugs and being on the front line against the Yama."
"You and Hiro both have gifts when it comes to the drug trade," Snake praised. "How much is your quota now? Nearly ten thousand American dollars?"
"It's risen yes," I acknowledged with a nod. Hiro gave me a small glance.
"You're the first female in Kalyuga to not be working with me...," Snake began. He eyed me up and down. "...which I sometimes think is such a pity."
"Big G wants us back early today," Hiro blurted out.
"Aww," Snake sighed. "I was so hoping to offer you some of the new girls." I clenched my fist as he snapped his fingers. About ten girls crammed into the office. They were completely naked and I saw Hiro's mouth twitch.
"I'm sorry Snake," I spoke up. "We don't have time."
"Ah well," he hummed with mirth. "Ta-ta my lovelies. Send Big G my love."
I was surprised to see my mother home today. She had an envelope in her hand. "Where have you been cabrona?" she hissed.
"Out," I responded vaguely.
"Your punishment has been decided," she told me in a calm voice. I raised a brow at her tone. Mother was rarely this calm and collected when we were fighting. I waited as she continued, "You're going to be attending Ouran Academy this next school year."
"What the fuck?" I seethed in rage. "That's where all the rich pricks go."
"That's where you're going now," she answered with a smirk.
"But why? It's not fair," I tried to reason.
"Because Sylvia," she began. "You joined that gang of yours through your school. I'm tired of you throwing the new life we made here away. It's time for you to leave that horrible street lifestyle behind and become responsible. Have you ever thought about college or what you want to do after high school?"
"And have you ever thought about how miserable I've been since we came to Japan? Of all the fucking countries in the world, you chose Japan. Why couldn't we have gone somewhere where people actually speak our language?"
"We've been through this a million times Sylvia," my mother started. "It was to protect you. Your father could easily find us if we went anywhere in North or South America and kill us."
"Dad would have protected us," I insisted.
"I wasn't going to wait for us to be slaughtered. He'd easily leave us for dead Sylvia," she sighed in frustration. "This envelope has your acceptance letter."
"Acceptance letter?" I mumbled.
"It's more of a courtesy letter since Suoh-sama is the one who got you in," she explained. My brow furrowed as I recalled the flamboyant Chairman.
"And I suppose that means Suoh's son will be there," I grumbled.
"Yes, he's agreed to show you around the campus," she informed me. I groaned in distaste.
"I've seen some of the uniforms that the girls wear and I refuse to wear that," I announced crossing my arms.
Marianna Lorena Ouran Academy Friday, April 1st
I went through the station in the conference room in front of Nakamura-san. She suggested that I include more hands-on activities to engage the parents more before dismissing me. Afterwards, she handed me the keys to my office and I walked towards the elementary building. I couldn't help but stare at the pink buildings in complete awe. The grandeur and decor of the buildings were just too much for me to accept.
When I entered the staff room I saw other teachers going over documents at their respective desks. I turned the key to the door of my desk. Upon entering I saw a small golden envelope on the desk. I put my bag down on the floor and opened the letter.
You are invited to attend the 15th anniversary Ouran Academy Ball on Friday, April 8th.
I glanced further down and saw that the ball would be held at the Suoh mansion at promptly at 6 o'clock. I put the letter down at the side of my desk and pulled out my laptop. I started to work on my lesson plans for the first week of school.
After about an hour at my desk, a knock made me jump. "Sorry, Lorena-san." I looked up to see Mishi-san standing at the foot of my desk.
"It's okay Mishi-san," I told her with a smile.
"I'm going to go see Suoh-sama at the high school to get our keys to our office there," she informed me. "I wanted to know if you would come with me."
"Sure, I could use a break." I stood up and began putting away my laptop. Mishi-san stood at the door waiting patiently.
"I've heard some interesting gossip," Mishi-san gushed.
"Is it about the ball that Chairman Suoh is hosting?" I asked.
"No, although I'm very excited to go. I and two other teachers will be dress shopping on Monday after the staff meeting. You should join us."
"I'd love to," I smiled cheerfully. "Now what is the gossip you heard about?"
"There's word that Chairman Suoh is bringing a girl from Shinoto High School on scholarship."
"Shinoto?" I questioned. "Where is that?"
"It's a school in the Lower East Side of the Yakazawa District," she said.
"Yakazawa District? That's where I live. What's so special about it?" I asked.
"There has been a lot of gang activity recently. There are two main gangs in the area, Kalyuga, and the Yama," she explained. "Kalyuga is a gang made of foreign-born individuals while the Yama is exclusively Japanese born individuals. They have been battling over drugs. Students from Shinoto are notorious for being recruited into gangs. Three high school students passed away last December from a drug heist gone wrong."
"That's unfortunate," I lamented. "School should be about learning and spending time with friends."
"Yes, it is very sad," she hummed in agreement. "But I'm afraid that some of the parents won't take too kindly to there being a student from Shinoto here."
"Well, hopefully, Chairman Suoh won't be bullied into anything," I chimed. "Everyone deserves a second chance."
"I won't be Lorena-san," a male voice responded. I jumped in surprise to see Chairman Suoh spring from behind a potted plant.
"Suoh-sama," Mishi-san bowed. I followed her lead and bowed as well.
"No need for all that," he waved us off. "I dropped the keys behind the plants and couldn't help but overhear the conversation you two were having." He held up two sets of keys and placed one in each of our hands.
"Thank you Chairman Suoh," Mishi-san said.
"T-thank you," I stuttered out.
"Lorena-san, Mishi-san." Chairman Suoh addressed us.
"Yes, sir?" I answered nervously for the both of us.
"Every high school teacher is responsible for one club. Mishi-san, you will be responsible for the Dark Magic Club. Lorena-san, you're going to be responsible for the Host Club this year."
"What exactly are we supposed to do for the clubs?" I questioned.
"You will host a meeting with the club members once a week about what activities they have planned and attend any outings as a chaperone," he told me.
"I see," I nodded in understanding.
"Excellent," he boomed in delight. He marched away in high spirits leaving Mishi-san and me alone in the hallway.
I went on a walk after work. I passed by the same park as before but decided to walk past it today. My stomach let out a cry of distress and I looked down at it. "I guess I should eat," I mumbled to myself. I began to glance at the businesses around me. Before too long I spotted a restaurant that was designed like an old American Diner.
As soon as I stepped inside a young woman in her twenties attended to me and sat me down at a booth. She passed me the menu before leaving. I eyed it for a short while and decided on my food rather quickly.
My eyes trailed around the diner and I saw that there weren't many customers. The floor had checkered tiles and the booths were lined with a plush red material. A shiny purple car that hung above the kitchen caught my eye as the waitress approached me again. "What can I get you to drink?" she asked.
"A coke please," I answered with a small smile.
"Okay," she nodded, writing down my order. "Do you already know what you'd like to eat or should I come back a little later?"
"I'm ready to order," I told her.
"Great, what can I get you?"
"I'll get a chili dog with cheese with a side of fries."
"Ok, I'll be back with your drink first." She took off towards the kitchen. I put my chin in my right hand and glanced at the doors of the restaurant. A tall boy with black spiked hair entered with a little blonde boy holding a stuffed bunny. I blinked and realized that it was the same two boys that I had seen at the park.
The waitress who served me began leading them to a table. They came closer and closer until they were about to pass me over. All of a sudden something pink and fluffy hit me on the head. I raised my arms up in surprise and realized that it was the stuffed bunny. "I'm so sorry," the little boy told me sweetly.
"It's okay," I told him earnestly. "Your bunny is very cute, what's his name?"
"Usa-chan," he chimed with a bright smile. I couldn't help but return the smile he gave me. He was really a cute kid.
"Be careful next time Usa-chan," I chided.
"He will," the boy assured me. They moved on to their respective table and my eyes couldn't help but keep glancing at the blonde boy. He was really adorable.
Before long my food was ready and I began to eat. I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through my Facebook feed. There wasn't anything too interesting as I liked a few photos here and there.
When I finished eating, I stood up to pay. I glanced over at the table where the little blonde boy was and saw that he was still eating. I smiled slightly to myself as I handed the waitress my credit card. "Have a good evening," she told me.
"Thank you, you too," I smiled. I stepped out of the restaurant and my phone immediately began to vibrate. I silenced my phone and put it away. I hoped to be ready for the first day of school.
