" Pst. Urufu, which part of Japan are you from? " whispered the blonde girl in front of her, who was Amy.
" Not sure. Been traveling a lot, " she replied in a low voice with a shrug. That was the first thing she said in this school. Her voice sounded flat, with a deep tone of maturity in there. Her voice wasn't squeaky and bubbly like the girls in the class. She also sounded like she came from America, which surprised the people who heard her voice.
" How many countries have you been to? " she asked again. Urufu wanted silence. But her voice remained as flat as the last.
" Countless. "
" Why? "
" Parents and jobs. "
" What do your parents do? " Urufu didn't answer for a few seconds. But when she did, it was a shrug.
Boboiboy and Fang's heart beated almost twice the speed when she sat there. But it wasn't the cause of emotion, it was the cause of something else. But whatever that was, it was very strong...
" HAHAHAHAHA! " a pot-bellied man burst into laughter, almost falling off his chair. In front of him sat a man with a slim, oval-like face with magnetic purple eyes set handsomely in their sockets. His thin lips curled into a small smile and chuckled before taking a sip of his steaming hot coffee.
" You tell quite a joke, ! " said the pot-bellied man, who was also known as . He was a very comical and an animated person. This so called person, 's lips curled into another small smile while his slim eyes closed in pleasure. He swiped a small strand of stray jet-black hair back to where it came from, which was the left side of his forehead.
" Please, call me Akuma, " said gently. His voice was smooth and whenever he spoke, whoever heard his voice would have soothing, melted chocolate swimming in their head.
His bangs were neatly swept to the left, he seemed clean and polite, but his intelligence and patience was what made the principle want him. So the school thought that it was a good idea to hire a Japanese teacher. His handsome looks usually charmed the females and would make anybody trust him. So perhaps it was his looks that tricked the principle into hiring him.
Before starting another conversation, he took a sideways glance at the window beside him. It has been nine minutes of recess and there were already quite a number of students outside.
A particular boy with an orange cap was playing football with a few other students and another particular boy with a red headband and a green jacket with yellow accents. A particular raven-haired boy with glasses was shooting a basketball into the hoop over and over again, never missing a shot while a few other girls watched him behind a tree.
However, the one particular student he was the most interested in was a girl who sat on the bench under the shade of a large tree. But she wasn't actually lonely. She was accompanied by a two squirrels and a few sparrows which she shared her food with. That girl was wearing a black hood over her head, making her face barely even visible to Osoroshi Akuma.
What a lone wolf she is... he thought in his mind.
" Urufu... " he sighed and smiled at her name.
" Aha! There's also a new student in the school, Akuma, and she's Japanese, like you! " said , who then drank his iced coffee. " Her name's Urufu. Strange name, huh? Sounds like a boy's name. "
" Yes, it sounds like a boyish name, " said Akuma in his smooth voice, his eyes never leaving the shadowy girl who petted the squirrel that burrowed into her stomach. " And it literally means wolf in Japanese. "
" Who would want to call their child a wolf?! " exclaimed in disbelief.
" Actually, the wolf means strength, loyalty, guardianship and leadership, but to some cultures, the fondness of solitariness. I find that she is what every culture says. "
" What does Akuma mean, then? "
" Oh, I don't know. Goodbye, . "
Akuma rose to his full height, which was six foot. He wore an unstained white collared shirt, a purple tie and jet-black pants. As he walked away, he couldn't help but smirk at how didn't now any single word of Japanese. If he did know some, he would be shock at the meaning of Akuma, which literally translates to...
Demon.