"I'll need to take a bit of your time." He chuckled, holding out a tape measurer.
A small moan came out from Ichiro. He was standing barefoot, with nothing on but boxers and a undergarment tanktop. Suzuki caressed Ichiro's waist gently with the measuring tape, wrapping around his waist.
"Why are you taking my body measurments?" Ichiro asked, trying hard to stand still. Suzuki smiled. "To make your uniform, of course!" He wrote down the measurements of Ichiro's fragile waist in his tiny notebook. "Next, I'll measure your chest." Suzuki said, wrapping the tape around Ichiro's chest, as Ichiro squeaked a little "ok!" out of his mouth.
"You didn't prepare your uniform earlier. You must have been in a hurry when you transferred." Suzuki said. "Alright, now straighten your legs, please."
"Th-that...tickles!" Ichiro squeaked.
"Alright, so one set of winter and summer uniforms, right?" The lady at the uniforms counter reminded herself. "And your name is...Ichiro Nagisa, and your size is..."
"AR size 7!" Ichiro interrupted. "Understood." The lady smiled.
"Uh...Tamao-san?" Ichiro said as they walked down the hallway. "My sizes..." "Don't adress me like a stranger." Suzuki interrupted. "Call me by my first name." "So...Suzuki-kun?" Ichiro asked, and Suzuki turned around. "Yes. what is it, Ichiro-chan?" "The sizes for the uniform, they are the generic sizes, right? So why did you take my body measurments earlier?" Ichiro asked. "Ahh, that?" Suzuki asked, taking out his notebook.
"Yeah, like my body weight, hip, and chest sizes. You didn't have to measure so thoroughly, right?" "There was a meaning to it." Suzuki said, showing Ichiro his notebook. "Your full biological data. My precious collection!" Suzuki smirked, nuzzling his notebook, leaving poor Ichiro with an embarrased sigh.
Ichiro and Suzuki walked across the school bridge, seeing all of the sights. A particular building caught Ichiro's eye. "What is that place over there?" Ichiro pointed. "Thats the School Church. It's an important build made on Astrea Hill. On the west is St. Miatre's Academy. On the east is St. Le Rim's academy.
"Wow! So the uniforms I saw earlier were split among three academies?" Ichiro asked, amazed. "Yes. The white uniforms belong to St. Spica, The checkered pink skirts and red uniforms belong to St. Le Rim, and ours are the uniforms I'm wearing."
They went inside their school building, and were already down the hallway, as Suzuki opened a door. "This is our classroom. Tomorrow the teacher will assign you a seat. Now it's time to go to our dormitory. Your luggage might be there by now." Suzuki said as they continued down the hallway. "Also, you have to comjply with the 6 P.M. curfew. you have to follow, or else you will be in big trouble. Suzuki said, sternly.
"Tamao-san! The director is looking for you!" A girl from down the hallway shouted. Suzuki left, leaving poor Ichiro. He decided to walk outside for a little while. As he walked down a grassy trail, something caught his eye. Long silver hair, walking down another path. But it was full of trees, so he couldn't hee all of the object. "It's that person from before! Wait!" Ichiro shouted, running forward. He ran to a stone staircase-like path, where the man with silver hair was walking down to. "Where does this lead?" Ichiro said to himself. He ran down, looking for him, but ended up in a forest. "He dissapeared!" Ichiro shouted, looking at his watch. "The curfew!!"
"Theres not much time left!" Suzuki shouted, looking at HIS watch. "Ichiro-chan! I'm sorry for making you wa...he hasn't returned yet?" Suzuki said to himself.
The bell rung, and Ichiro ran like it was for his life. The gates were closing, and both Ichiro and Suzuki ran to the gate. The gate was completely closed when Ichiro came close, upsetting both of them. "Can't you open this gate?!" Ichiro shouted. "I can't! Only the Brother in charge has the key, and here he comes now..." A man with radiant dark violet eyes and long silky black hair came walking femininelike, smiling at Ichiro.
"Who are you? No one should be breaking St. Miatre's curfew, am I right?" The man said in a serious tone. He lead him to his office, and and made Suzuki wait n the dormitory.
"I'm very shocked. Even if you are new. Breaking the curfew on the very first day, arent you embarrased?" He said, showing he was angry. "I-I'm very sorry, sir! I won't do it again!" ichiro said, forming tears
"President Rokujou!?" Suzuki shouted from behind the door. He didn't listen to Brother, and waited outside the office. He looked at the important teen before him.
"Rule number ten!: Cellphones and watches must be..." Ichiro was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Who is it?" Brother asked. "It's Rokujou."
"Please enter."
A boy with golden hair came through the doorway, and bowed deeply. "I am sorry to disturb. I am also deeply sorry for the events that caused inconveiniences to Sister Hamasaka today." Brother sighed, saying it's over now. He turned to Ichiro. "It's rare that the president will come and fetch you. So I will not get involved with this matter any further."
"Thank you very much." Rokujou smiled, placing his hand on Ichiro's shoulder.His sapphire eyes sparkled as he placed a smile on his lips. "Let's go." He said, gently. 'I am Rokujou, the 6th grade council present" Rokujou said as he, Ichiro, and Suzuki walked to their dorms. "You are Ichiro Nagisa, right? Just be more careful next time, and you will be fine."
"But I caused you trouble, going all the way here, and collecting me." Ichiro said, nervously. Rokujou chuckled. "Don't be so nervous when talking to me. What would you do if you meet Etoile?"(eh-twa-l) "E-to-i-le? Is that a teacher's name?" Ichiro asked. "Nope! It's a student.!" Suzuki giggled. "The representitive of Miatre, Le Rim, and Spica, the three schools." "The three schools? Even scarier than the Brother..." Ichiro said, frightened.
"He isn't scary at all. In fact, he's very sweet. He's the most loved and respected gentleman of the three schools." Suzuki soothed. "Thats just the beginning. At least, the point about being most loved is true." Rokujou added, and he walked away. "I guess he is pretty powerful." Ichiro thought. "A scary Brother and a council president, and the eto-something Rokujou spoke about."
"Ichiro-chan?" Suzuki looked in Ichiro's eyes.