So Far
Leena Yukimura.
Seiichi explains an outline of the Japanese schooling system while I impatiently wait for 3pm to arrive.
"As I said, the proper way of greeting people when you first meet them is to call them by their last name with the honorary- mind you, just remembering not to call a boy as you would a girl and a girl as you would a boy; like you did with father."
"Yeah, he got sorta pissed at me for that…"
DING! DONG! DING!
The ringing of a grandfather clock in the main foyer wakes me from the subconscious state of listening to Seiichi try to explain the concepts of Japanese history and the likes.
"It's three-o'clock now! When are your friends coming?-Can I set up the fake entrance now Seiichi-?"
"As I was saying the Meijin era was famous for many of its political achievements- and they should be here about now, I'll set up the fake entrance."
Faint: pling! Resounds, and supports my brother's statement before I hear yelling from the main entrance.
"THAT WAS MY CAKE! NIOU GIVE IT BACK!"
"Well, you'd better hurry up before something gets hurt."
CRASH!
Tinkle.
"Oops…"
Yanagi Renji
I personally did not know why Yukimura had called us to his home a day before he was free to go back to school with an Okay from the hospital. In fact, I could have been doing many things with my free time- including conveying several run-through tests on Inui's new juice to re-recording old data into a new notebook.
"I wonder if buchou will like this new cake that I bought, well, one nibble right now won't hurt… OI! THAT WAS MY CAKE! GIVE IT BACK NIOU!"
"Puri."
Marui charges.
Niou dodges.
(A/U: sound familiar? Second chptr reference.) BAM!
Soil, roots and flower stems spill out of a vase as it tips ominously towards the ground. One second. Two seconds.
CRASH!
The wide doors of the Yukimura household to reveal a 14-15 year old girl, eyes molded into an unforgiving stare.
"What the hell do you guys think your doing messing up Seiichi's flower pots? You just knocked over that Venus flytrap! It just came from South America two days ago- oh wait, sorry…"
I feel compelled to tell Marui off when I see Sanada-fuku-buchuo's face.
"Heh, heh, heh… Yeah, I'm sorry… Why don't you guys first go inside while I try and find something to stop your nose from bleeding…?"
A pregnant moment of silence is quickly followed by Akira's wild laughter and Jackal is chuckling.
Reasoning with myself, I feel it necessary to step back and calculate.
The girl was probably American due to her accent and did not know about honorifics or she was in a romantic relationship with Yukimura-Buchou.
Niou was acting strange after he saw the girl- perhaps a traumatic experience.
In total, the most likely still stood in the girl having some sort of relationship with Yukimura.
"Did you see that Akira? I think that girl just broke Sanada-fukubuchou's nose!"
"I know- but did you see Sana-"
"30 laps."
"But-."
"40."
Heaving dejected sighs, Marui and Akira nurse their swollen b*tch-slapped cheeks before walking/running into the house at full speed to avoid a certain angry vice-captain behind them.
THUNK THUNK THUNK.
Consecutive muffled groans catch my attention as a fine painting of the interior foyer of the Yukimura household catches my eye.
"The wall is off by 200 ml. There is supposed to be a stain on the right side of the carpet near me where Jackal's brown head-bleach spilled and the curtains would be moving as well in this breeze. Otherwise, I commend you Yukimura; the drawing is all in all quite accurate."
Making my entrance short while muttering a quick apology to the girl host, I take a detour into the Yukimura's main foyer.
"Hello Yanagi-san, I'd thought you'd be the first top notice the faults- well, we probably should check to see if they hit their heads too hard."
My mentality is twitching as this shorter, faux Yukimura walking towards the in-coherently knocked out three-some in the entrance.
"Your not Yukimura-buchou."