Ciaosu!
Sorry that I haven't updated in forever. And for those of you didn't know, I did change my username into KillerWail. Anyways, happy reading!
Room Partner
Ayuzawa Misaki was clever, independent, and beautiful. Too beautiful... for a male. Or she was supposed to be one, in this mission at least. She took her black leather notebook out from her backpack and took the picture out, an unresistant face full of charms stared right back at her with his clear green orbs. His golden bangs covered a bit of his piercing eyes, and even as a picture this man seemed troublesome. Every detail of his face was carved into her mind easily. She glanced at the man's recognizable features one last time before setting out to find her target.
She dragged her tiny four-wheeled suitcase outside while remembering the warnings Gerard gave her. He doesn't like women. He hates crowds, people, and anything unclean. He'll usually hang out in quiet places. Don't worry, you'll recognize him right away... he has his special features. Misaki walked out the automatic doors and got a taxi.
The cigarette scented car made Misaki's thoughts go back to reality. "Seika Academy please," she told the driver.
"No problem," the dark-haired driver answered. Misaki stared a thte back of the driver's head. It felt like forever to see another one of her kind, Japanese. Seiko Academy was an international prestigious school which made sure to install at least six or more languages into their graduates' heads. It's been forever since Misaki stepped out of school grounds, except when she went to work at her part time jobs.
Misaki took some time to relax and leaned back on the seat. The fourteen hour flight was surely tiring. She decided to take a little nap...
"Young man? Wake up," the driver called. "We're here."
Misaki was confused at the "young man" but remembered that she was dressed up as a boy. Misaki then thanked the driver and payed the fee. She quickly hopped out of the car and was greeted by a building very similar to Seiko. Seika Academy.
Misaki took no time to admire the grand main gate, with Seika All Boys Academy etched in gold on the top. She went straight in and decided to find the office building first. It was easy to spot since it was near the main gate and clearly said "office". She went inside and greeted the secretary and introduced herself. The secretary led her to a special teacher's office to finish some final touches of fer transfer, since she was a special transfer honor student.
There, Misaki met Yamamoto Fuji, the headmaster of Seika. He was quite a bubbly and optimistic man that reminded Misaki of someone... Satsuki. She quickly got along with Yamamoto and got her schedule, dorm card, and a school map. She was told to report at class 2-2 (which appears to be her homeroom) in the East block after she had settled in her dorm. She glanced at her "manly" watch. 5:42 A.M. She then glanced at the brightening sky outside. No wonder the school was that quiet, it was the crack of dawn, and an ungodly hour. She then inspected the school map.
The school campus consisted an entire hill. Therefore, the students had plenty of space. There were four main buildings, north, south, east, and west blocks. Each block have different majors and classes depending on the levels and age. There was three dorm buildings each at South, East, and West (West dorms are for the primary boys, South for the secondary boys, and finally the East for high school boys). The North consisted the main office/staff building and the main cafeterias and gyms.
With her super memory, she quickly analyzed the entire campus. She was so concentrated to not get lost, but a bump on something hard caused her to trip over. However with her many years of Akido practice she quickly maintained her image by not tripping in front of a stranger. She flipped her head at the stranger who seemed to have no eyes. Instead she was greeted by a pair of annoyed green orbs. The man seemed uninterested, annoyed, and bored. His golden messy hair covered a bit of his intimidating eyes. His well built body made him look like some famous model. He had his earphones on and was bit sweaty in a simple gray T-shirt with a pair of dark shorts.
Somehow... the guy looks familiar... but Misaki was too pissed to remember.
"Hey you! Don't you have eyes?" Misaki yelled at the man. The attractive man shrugged and and turned to leave. Misaki grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked one of his earphones off. "Listen to someone when they're talking to you!"
Now the man seemed really annoyed. He gave Misaki an irritated look, but soon a mischievous grin stretched across his face.
"What's so funny? Hey, you should apologize when you bump into someone," Misaki crossed her arms.
The man smirked. He walked towards Misaki and made a rude hand gesture of from the top of his head to the air on top of Misaki's head, clearly making fun of Misaki's height.
"Quite short for a man, beansprout."
Misaki's eyebrows twitched. Her angry amber eyes burned holes at the man. But she reminded herself of to keep her cool.
"Well, if your parents have ever taught you any manners, I suppose that they have taught you to apologize when you did something wrong."
The man's face darkened. "Listen newbie, don't stick your head into troubles. With that attitude of your's, I bet you won't even survive for less than a month."
"We'll see about that, Mr. Snob. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get going," Misaki declared. She didn't care if that jerk didn't apologize. Since the school was so large, she doubts that she'll even see that guy ever again.
She quickly walked passed him, not knowing that the man was right behind her. She reached the stairs and dragged her suitcase up. When she noticed the man, she sighed. "Hey stalker, stop following me."
"What makes you think I'm stalking you?" He smirked playfully. "My dorm is this way too."
Misak stayed quiet, not knowing that her suitcase was being damaged by the stairs.
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Crack. Her suitcase cracked open and her belongings flew splattered down the stairs. Misaki stared in horror. She reminded herself to never buy those cheap suitcases ever again.
She nearly jumped down the stairs and darted for her belongings. As she gathered her clothes, the man walked down the stairs slowly. He picked up a clear plastic pouched and stared at the necklace stored inside. It was silver chain with a ring attached to it. His snapped out of his trance when Misaki snatched it from his hands.
"Where did you get that?" The man asked.
"Tch."
"Answer me," the man demanded.
"I have no obligation to answer you."
"Answer my question." The man's tone changed completely into a blank face. He stared at Misaki. Misaki brushed his demands away and pushed her bangs out of the way, letting the man getting a clear glimpse of her amber eyes. The man caught her arms when she turned to leave.
"What is your problem?" Misaki said out of annoyance.
"Do you have a sister?" The man asked.
What the hell is wrong with this guy?! "No. And would you please let my hand go, you'll make a wrong impression."
The man looked at the position they were in (which was way to friendly for two guys). He let go of her hand and backed away. The man watched as Misaki stuffed her belongings back in her cracked suitcase and carried it up the stairs. No way, they're too alike...
Misaki scanned her card on the door's sensor and with a beep, the door propped open. She walked inside the spacious room which was decorated... in complete white. There were two large beds on the opposite side of the room and had and enormous white bookshelf separating them, creating lots of privacy for each other.
One side of the room was clearly inhabited. Misaki looked at that side of the room. The enormous bed had white sheets, four white pillows, and two white fashionable bed stools, each with a white lamp, on wither side of the bed. The left bed stool had a single white alarm. The modern study desk was white, with a white lamp and a matching white leather spinning chair. There was a single apple mac air on the desk and papers about some intricate computer program commands. Thought there were signs of pencil writing, there wasn't a single eraser shaving. A neat white pencil tin was filled with perfect sharpened pencils. Misaki stopped herself from poking around her dorm room partner's things. It was impolite, she reminded herself. Though she wondered if there was really a such... clean and fastidious person. The walls were white, with only several large picture frames of beautiful architecture and landscapes, all in black and white. She didn't dare to look in the white closet.
After inspecting the room, she went to her own side of the room, which was empty and white. She rolled her sleeves up and said, "Time to get this room decorated."
Fifteen minutes later, her side of the room was... very colorful compared to the other side. She decorated the walls with many pictures she took (she loved photography) and changed her bed sheets into her own - simple honey colored bed sheets. Her many book and notebook were in the drawers, her desk and the huge bookshelf. She put some little decorations on her desk, bed stools, and here and there. Overall, her side was very... colorful. She then walked further down the room and found a simple bathroom with two sinks, one shower, one bathtub, and one high tech toilet. The bathroom walls were tiles of white - once again.
She put a few of her toiletries next a white cup and electric toothbrush. She stared around the place... It was sure nice to have such a clean and organized partner. She expected sharing a room with a boy would be similar to hell, but this was... different.
She then took a quick shower and changed into her Seika uniform after bounding her breast. The Seika uniform included fancy khakis and a nice, crisp white shirt. They had a green suit on the outside topped off with a red tie. Misaki then fixed on her wig and brushed her teeth. She stared at the little plastic pouch and the necklace inside.
I almost lost it today. It would be better to keep it were I can constantly keep watch of it...
She played around with the ring necklace in her hands and wore it around her neck. She smiled at the signature engraved around the ring band. Usui T.
With that, she picked up the picture of her target and stuffed it in her pocket.
Wait a minute...
She took the picture out and scanned the picture again and again. Shit.
That guy... That's the guy I bumped into! No wonder he looked familiar! Ah, shit! I'm sure he hates me now! How can I spy on someone that hates me?! What have I done! Misaki mentally scolded herself she walked outside and sat on her bed.
Just then, a beep was heard from the door. Misaki turned around to see a sweaty blonde with the same malicious green eyes. Like jewels. More so like emerald orbs. And Misaki restrained herself from screaming.
"Ah, look who we have here? Beansprout."
So everyone, how'd do you like my new chapter? I got really annoyed when an idiot at school dared to call me a beansprout today, so I just decided to add this little detail in. Tell me whatever you think, review if you like, whatsoever.