Within Namimori Middle school, a lone teacher was getting ready to inform her students about a new transfer student. This was their first international student in such a while and so the whole staffs were quite excited for their arrival. Luckily, this teacher got chosen to have the student in her class. Feeling a bit giddy, the teacher entered the 2A classroom, leaving the student to wait in the hallway.
"Settle down everyone," the teacher announced, gaining the students' attention. "I have some important news. Class, we have a new transfer student coming in today."
Enthusiastically, the students within the classroom burst into whispers, each wondering who this new person could be. Curious whispers were exchanged with friends and neighboring seatmates, all eager by the sudden novelty in their life.
"I bet you it's a girl!"
"No! It got to be a boy!"
"Ooooh! I hope he's hot!"
"Do you think the student will be a foreigner?"
"Please, let it be a cute girl!"
"This is EXTREMELY awesome!" Amidst his enthusiasm, a tanned teenage boy with gray eyes and short white hair had jumped up from his seat with one foot placed on his desk in a victory pose as his voice surpassed the chatters of his peers.
"Please! Settle down everyone and Sasagawa-san! What did I tell you about shouting in my class! Why are you even on your desk?! Get down from there right this instant!" All the students simmered down their excitement, including the loud one who sheepishly sunk back down into his seat. Once things were settled, the teacher turned to the door, calling out to the transferee. "Kimura-san, you can come on in now."
The door of the classroom slid open with an audible 'click', before a young boy walked in. All the girls in the classroom swooned when they saw the boy. They could tell from the fitting form of his uniform – tucked-in white dressed shirt, dark blue tie and pants – that his body was slim, yet muscular. He was a bit on the short side and a bit feminine-looking, but it did not deter from his appearance like most would expect it would. Instead, it seemed to enhance it, giving him a soft, gentle look.
His luscious, long, jet black hair seemed to float behind him with every steps the boy took. The students watched him with bated breath, anticipating seeing his face. Stopping in front of the classroom by the teacher's desk, the boy turn to face the class.
Hearts of many students jolted from the unique yet eerie eyes that adorn the boy's face: bright, bloody-red eyes. At first, they were frightened by the coloration of the eyes. Their bodies instinctively frozen as though they were being looked upon by a predator. It wasn't until they blinked and took in the soft smile dancing on the boy's lips that the tension leaked away from their bodies. With that smile, the image in front of them turned back into an attractive boy – a strikingly exotic and androgynous-looking boy.
Once they have gotten over their assessment of the boy, faint whispers floated to the surface. Apprehensive glances were exchanged as some of the students were unsure on what to think of the new student. Ignoring the whisper this time around, the teacher made the introduction.
"Everyone, this is Kimura Yuuki. He has recently transferred here from Canada and I expect you all to kindly welcome him to our country." The teacher turned to the transfer student. "Why don't you say a few things about yourself, Kimura-san?"
Yuuki nodded and greeted the class with a polite smile on his face, "Hello, it's nice to meet you. As you may have heard, my name is Kimura Yuuki. I am 16 years old and I have just recently moved here from Canada. Before coming here, I was constantly on the move because of the family business and so I was homeschooled for most of my life. Now that I am here though, I hope my time here in Namimori be a memorable one. Thank you."
Yuuki gave a polite bow, causing the class to smile, some almost dreamingly. "Good, anything else?" The teacher encouraged. Yuuki tapped his chin in thought.
"Oh! Well, I am quite fond of animals, especially the small, cute ones; I like to eat sushi; I enjoy spending my time reading; I like to eat sweets; and I like people who is interesting or strong. What I dislike the most is people harming those that I care about." Yuuki paused, eyes rolling upwards in thought.
"In fact," Yuuki's eyes flicked down to gaze at everyone. "Whoever decides to cross with me," Yuuki's red eyes flashed, narrowing into a death glare, "I will personally send you to the deepest depth of Hell."
Yuuki growled darkly, the temperature in the room, dropping to a chilling rate. Message delivered, the death glare quickly melted away as Yuuki replaced it with a soft smile. Yuuki smiled innocently away, bluntly ignoring the shocked and dumbfounded expressions on everyone's faces.
The eerie silence stuck to the classroom for a few moments before a loud series of high pitch squeals pierced through the air, startling Yuuki out of his demeanour. He did not know who first started the squealing, but once that first squeal sound the air, many more follow suit, creating an orchestra of squeals.
Yuuki grabbed his ears, his eyes clenched as he felt his head throbbed from the high pitches. Through his pain, he could make out the windows of the classroom. They were shaking at such a fast rate that they were probably close to shattering into thousands of pieces by now.
No one seemed to notice the shaking windows. All the non-squealing students were crouched over their desk in pain by the noise, hands covering their own ears. Those who were making the noises, on the other hand, were squealing on how cool, mysterious and strong Yuuki was. His little threat even sent pleasant shivers down their spines, adding to his charm. This caused Yuuki to feel slightly unnerved by their actions. A normal person would usually be frightened by a threat made towards them, not be excited about it. Did they not think his threats were real?
What kind of school is this? Yuuki thought.
"Everyone, SHUT UP!" Someone shouted over the noise. It was unnerving to see the multiple of heads simultaneously turning toward the speaker, especially if all of them were glaring at that person's form. Yuuki slightly pity the speaker, noticing how the student flinched from the sudden attention.
"U-um," he slightly stuttered from the hostility he was receiving from his classmates. "Y-you might be attracting H-Hibari-san's attention with all the n-noises."
Instantly everyone gasped, fear taking over on their faces. Yuuki observed their reactions with curiosity. It was amazing how quick the terror struck into everyone's heart by the sheer mentioning of Hibari's name.
Yuuki knew of Hibari, of course, having looked him up after hearing his name mentioned a few times around town. From the information he gathered, this Hibari was a formidable foe and this got his interest spiked. He looked forward to meeting this person one day. For now though, he needed to focus on the present situation.
"Ahem," the teacher nervously coughed, deciding to step in. "Anyway, thank you, Kimura-san for your lovely introduction. Does anyone have a question for Kimura-san?"
"YES, TO THE EXTREME, SENSEI!"
"Sasagawa-san! What did we just say about causing a ruckus?!" The teacher scolded before turning to another student, "Honda-san, you have a question."
"Yes!" A female student perked up. "Are you in a relationship?" The student slyly asked, gaining the attention of the rest of the female students.
"No, not at the moment." Yuuki said, smiling charmingly. All the females simultaneously pumped their fists in victory. Yuuki eyes twitched, his smile straining to stay on his face. It was a bit unnerving how thirsty the female students were in this school.
"Anyone else?" The teacher asked.
"Umm, Kimura-san, what do you mean by liking 'strong people'?" A male student spoke up.
Yuuki smiled, "Simple. I like people who have strength; people who is strong."
"What do you mean by 'strong' and by 'strength'?" Another asked.
"Hmm," Yuuki hummed, taping his lip. "Why don't I leave it up to you." Yuuki winked, his hand in the universal 'shushing' motion.
Several of the girls swooned from his gesture. Internally, Yuuki sweat-dropped. Seriously, these girls were too easy to please and manipulate. He was not sure if that was a good thing or not.
"Now then, why don't you go sit down in the back by the window, Kimura-san."
"Hai, sensei." Yuuki replied as he headed toward his seat. Heads turned to follow him, but the teacher soon called for the students' attention.
Once in his seat, Yuuki gazed out of the window, content with simply doing some cloud-gazing. Yuuki was ahead of his fellow peers when it came to academics because of his homeschooling and private tutors, thus the lessons were simple reviews for the boy.
In fact, by his tutors' standard, he didn't even need to attend Nami-chuu. He should be in senior high school by now. Unfortunately, he needed to go to this school for personal reasons. Luckily, once Yuuki have integrate himself into the social network and build up his reputation he would eventually be able to do whatever he wants and not attend school. It would draw too much attention to see a teenage boy wandering around town when he should be in school. Therefore, for now, it was mundane schooling for him.
Yuuki mentally groaned at this thought. The first part of affiliation was always the hardest and slowest to go through. Gaining a person's trust and creating a reputation for yourself takes time to do. You would also need to use multiples of little, subtle manipulations and not force your way into a social group. Using brute force will, most of the time, fail and cause the targets to raise their guards up. That was why, slow and steady was the key to a successful affiliation.
Out of all affiliation missions he had done though, school-setting ones were always the most tedious ones for Yuuki. He would have to sit through slow-paced, boring lectures of subjects he was already knowledgeable on; constantly plan his every move; keep track of his behavior and not go out of character; and somehow gain the trust and loyalty of the student body.
Additionally, he would have to deal with borderline stal – he means, fans as well. It was not like he can chase them off, especially for the first crucial period. He first must gain a flexible reputation before he can even entertain the thought of getting away from anybody. He needed to somehow gain respect and good will from everyone while also showing dominance and power. By gaining popularity with everyone, he would have a better time manipulating people and for them to follow him. At the same time, he need to show that he was not someone they can mess with. Hence, his introduction. Besides, he did not want another repeat of what happened this morning. Yuuki shivered at the recollection.
Flashback
Yuuki crossed the courtyard of the school building, unperturbed by the lack of activities of the vacant yard. Class should have started by now and he was technically late for it. Yuuki was not worried though. If he was in any sort of trouble for it, he could always place the blame on him being a transfer student. These public school seemed pretty lenient in those sorts of situations.
Reaching the front door, Yuuki headed inside and towards the school's office. He didn't ask for any help. He already knew about the layout of the school, having scoped out the building previously during the beginning term of his residency.
He strode through the halls with a long confident stride, ignoring all the curious gazes of the students. Their stares penetrated his form, some causing shivers to trail down his back. It didn't feel like he was in any physical danger, but somehow, he felt that his innocence may be the one in danger. Predictably, Yuuki could already tell by the end of the day there would be a fan club dedicated to him. With head tilted slightly back, Yuuki mentally asked the heavens, when can he NOT be popular?
There was a pause of silence. Upon receiving no answer, Yuuki sighed dejectedly, soon arriving at the school office. He sauntered up to the front desk where the receptionist sat. Behind the desk sat a stern-looking young lady who look like she would rather be anywhere else than in a building with snobby brats scurrying around.
Yuuki stood in front of the desk waiting for the lady to notice him. Seconds passed and yet the lady took no notice. Instead, she was typing on her computer, oblivious to his presence. Frowning, Yuuki politely coughed, finally getting her attention. Her hands still before she looked irritably up at him and saw Yuuki standing there in front of her, waiting for her to speak. She didn't at first. Instead, once she realized an attractive man was in front of her, she lost her irritability and gave Yuuki a second look over.
This time, the receptionist slowly dragged her eyes up the length of his body, taking in every bit of his appearance and causing the familiar feel of goosebumps to appear on Yuuki's form. Yuuki's polite smile strained a bit as he noticed the lady had even started to lick her lips. Wasn't there some sort of a rule about staff members being BANNED from making a move on students?
Smiling lustfully, the reception stood up and leaned onto her desk, her chest getting squished to the point where it looked like it was about to burst from her white, button-up blouse. The lady leaned forward and his finger twitched. Yuuki so wanted to lean away, but all of his training made him stay put.
Huskily the receptionist asked, "How can I help you, handsome?"
"Um, I'm the new transfer student. Can I get my uniform and schedule, please?" Yuuki asked politely, smile straining. It has always been like this. People of all ages and sexes would take interest in Yuuki. He partially blamed his parents' gene, especially his dad's. Besides, he should have been used to it by now, especially after years of experiencing these types of harassments.
"Your name?" The lady asked blushing and blinking innocently at him. She was still on the desk. Yuuki inwardly shuttered at her attempts to flirt with him. Yuuki may be an attractive person, but he can't really see how he could be this popular. Maybe it's was because he was a bit mysterious. His subordinates would always say that he has this mysterious aura shrouding him like a blanket. It was like he was constantly hiding something from everybody which appeals to others. A hidden charisma, they would say.
"Kimura Yuuki."
"Yuuki~," the lady purred. A shiver shot down Yuuki's back. Did she just call him by his first name? Wasn't that considered to be rude? To be informal with someone without their consent? Was she a foreigner?
Either way, Yuuki quickly corrected her, "It's 'Kimura-san'. I would really appreciate it if you are not too familiar with me."
The lady pouted like an imprudent child, hands clasped in front of her, bulging her chest some more – as if that was even possible. Yuuki kept his eyes on the lady's face. He does not want to give any indication that he was any way interested in her advances. Moping, the lady slowly got to work. She worked at a leisurely pace, slowly dragging the time so that Yuuki could stay longer with her. His fingers twitched, slowly losing his patient with her. Yuuki did not mind being a bit late upon arrival, but there WAS a limit on how late he could be. In addition, he did not appreciate how the woman was purposely making him late for class.
Thankfully, there wasn't much needed to be done and she soon finished. The lady reluctantly hand Yuuki his uniform and schedule.
"Thank you. I'll go change into my uniform now." Yuuki said.
"Oh!" The receptionist suddenly perked up and Yuuki immediately got a bad feeling. The lady went around the desk and draped her body onto his and drawing small circles on his shirt. Yuuki stood rigidly still.
"You know, why don't you change here?" She drawled, "The washroom is awfully far from here and class is about to start. I can even help you with ANYTHING you need."
Yuuki's eye twitched, his guard too high up to even let his jaw drop. "Nope!" Yuuki practically flew away from the woman. "No need. I can take it from here. Bye!"
With that, Yuuki, as politely as he can, hightailed it out of there. Shivering, Yuuki could still feel her gaze on his behind, also known as his buttocks. "Come again if you need any help! Onee-chan will take care of you!"
"Never on my life," Yuuki whispered under his breathe. He made a note to himself: STAY AWAY FROM THE CREEPY RECEPTIONIST LADY! BETTER YET, HAVE HER FIRED AND PUT IN JAIL FOR SEXUAL HARASSMENT TOWARDS A MINOR!
Flashback Ends
Fortunately, Yuuki didn't encounter anymore mishaps afterwards and even managed to arrive to class.