came across a school with an interesting background and philosophy. The school in question is Advanced Nurturing High School. I originally did not want to attend school as I was vastly more interested in other activities. However, my father had passed away, and his wish was for me to go to school. So I chose this school in question.
After choosing this school I will attend the entrance exam. The tests were easy and very easily manipulated. Nothing was of interest to me at this school. Perhaps that was why I was placed upon that of class D. I had received a uniform in the mail and my bus was coming.
I sighed and looked around the porch of the massive white mansion. This place I called home was nothing more to me than a temporary place to stay. It was adequate for that, at the very least. After the events in America, that was all I could hope for. A place to stay.
I left the porch and quickly made my way to the bench down the road. I brought along my school bag. I quickly gathered in my research that this was a closed campus, which means I'll be living at the school until I graduate or get expelled. Speaking of expulsion, how did such a school have a 100% college entry percentage? This would mean no one in the history of the school ever failed, got expelled, or left campus. So there is a fallacy about this school or they are purposely lying about the school, how troublesome.
"Hey kid, are you getting on or not?" A man behind the wheel spoke to me directly. How foolish I had not realized the bus was directly in front of me. I sighed and got onto the packed bus. Students I assumed from school were all around me. There were also old people and middle-aged people.
All the seats were taken, so I stood on the bus and took the handle on the roof into my hand to keep from being whipped around in the bus. Then, as I stood and the next stop occurred and quite the commotion happened. A beige hair girl with a curvy physique began to ask a man with a muscular frame to move.
"Please move for this, sweet lady? She needs to sit, and you're taking the priority seat!" The woman with beige hair pleaded with the man. More often than not, this would be considered rude and a disruption of peace, or so I believe.
"I don't think I will. I am a priority, girl, and I'll remain seated as standing would be an inconvenience for me." The man said back to the well-endowed woman. I remain still watching with what I assume are bored eyes, Why yes, he was correct in saying that he is a priority as all were equal in a perfect world. Put simply, if it came down to the future of humans, the man who was seated would be chosen. Thus, this old fragile woman was unprioritized.
The woman and man continued their useless banter about the seat until she gave up on him and asked the rest of the bus if anyone was willing to give up their seat. This beige hair woman relied heavily on the good intentions of people. I wonder if she herself had good intentions. If so, then she would make a great friend. My eyes wandered the bus and made contact with a boy, which had strange eyes.
Our eyes met, and I was stunned. Eyes full of nothing. Something I myself had. I turned my head and stared out the window. Thoughts came rushing to me like a bad dream. After a few minutes, we arrived at the campus. A massive campus with everything a small town would have. Memories of the States came back to me. Sky scrapers, yet barren landscapes 50 miles from the city. I guess mankind really did make the best of what the world had to offer,
Once I was off the bus, I witnessed the man with brown hair speak to a woman with black hair. She was rather beautiful in my eyes, more so than the woman with the beige hair. I wonder if my class would consist of any of these models. I doubt it, I was in class D. I ignored them and made my way to the classroom I was assigned. This school was very large. An indoor pool, any club you can imagine, and a full dormitory.
When I made it into the classroom, I saw many women and men. The man who refused to give up his seat was already seated. He glanced at me, then kicked his feet up on the desk and folded his arms. I took a glance at the name tag at the desk. 'Rokusuke Koenji' is one of my old fathers' clients' families. Well isn't that just splendid.
His family was quite literally one of the many futures Japan could take. There is no wonder why he said he was a priority over all. The truth was that he is. After gushing over him, I looked around the classroom for my seat. My seat is behind Ken Sudo. I have not heard of him.
With that being said, I took my seat. Class would start soon. After a few minutes, the rest of the class came in. Then a very busty woman came in, I then presumed she was the teacher due to her clothes and her taking the podium. In my watchful eyes, I almost forgot about the nice girl on the bus being in my class. I wonder how she got into this class.
"Listen up!" The class went silent after the teacher spoke. "I will be your homeroom teacher for all three years we are here. My name is Sai Chabashira, homeroom teacher of class 1-D." A silence reigned throughout the class after her introduction. A few seconds later, she continued. "I will now be handing out your student IDs. With the student ID cards, you can access points. You may be asking what points are. Points are equal to Yen and are used as such within this school. Each month, you will be granted points upon your worth. You were all evaluated at 100,000 points. In this school you can buy anything with points."
The class was not silent as people erupted into joy. Sudo and his friends chatted amongst themselves about how they would spend 100,000 points. I was suspicious. Based on worth? Evaluated? Monthly? Buy anything? These were things that brought questions to me. I put my head on my hand and looked at the teacher in front of the class.
"Any questions?" The teacher asked the class. No one answered her. I had questions, but I doubt she could answer them, and if she could answer them, no one would listen. Men and women have already made up their minds on what they will spend their points on. Sensei then left shortly after. No one had any questions for her.
I sighed and slumped down on my chair. Why must fathers wish to result in me being bored? After a minute or so, a handsome man stood up to introduce himself to the class.
"Hello! My name is Yosuke Hirata. I think we should introduce ourselves so we can better understand each other." The girls cheered excitedly and thus submitted us to introduce ourselves. However, despite the little amount of effort it took the red head, Sudo got up and left after proclaiming how childish introductions are.
As he was leaving, I couldn't help but insult the angry boy. I am not sure why I did so, but for some unspoken reason, I couldn't help myself.
"Are you not a child? Can you not handle simply stating your name and interest?" I said while I side eye his retreating back. Almost immediately, I knew just how troublesome this would become due to my mouth. I saw him spin around, and the class looked at me with wide eyes.
"What did you say to me!?" His loud annoying voice yelled at my face. I could feel his hot breath against my face. I closed my eyes and looked directly at him. I then opened my eyes and stared directly into his eyes. I was a good deal shorter than him, I was also slimmer than the man. I gazed into his very soul with my eyes. He had the spirit of an angry dog who barked and bit everything it saw. What an annoying person.
"I said you were a child. Could you not understand me with that neanderthal brain of yours?" I asked matter of factly while the class watched. I could see Hirata looking on with despair. He obviously wanted to stop us, but he had no stomach to.
"Y-you, you piece of garbage you'll pay for what you just said." He then reached out and grabbed the collar of my school uniform. My bored eyes kept eye contact with the red ape. Perhaps I'll call him an orangutan from now on. Then he cocked back his fist and threw a punch. It was slow, sloppy, and overall gorilla-like. I decided to let it hit me. I tilted my head slightly so it would make contact with my jaw. Perhaps he could put me out of misery. It then landed, and surprisingly, it was decently strong.
The class was shocked. In the course of a minute, on the first day of school, there was a fight. However, this would prove to be useful later, I think.
"Stop, please! I beg of you!" The kind girl on the bus said as Sudo seethe in anger in my face. He then dropped me and had the gull to mutter to himself about how pathetic I was. He should be counted lucky that I knew how to keep myself restrained. I sat back down as I rubbed the side of my face, wiping away the little red spot the punch left.
The room was silent until the girl with beige hair contained the introductions after the small skirmish that occurred.
"My name is Kikyo Kushida, and I hope to be friends with all of you!" She said with her kind voice. Many of the men reacted with a blushing face and a smile. Most were going to fawn over her as if she were a queen.
The introductions continued until it was Koenji. At first, he refused, but he eventually accepted upon being begged by some of the women.
"My name is Rokusuke Koenji. I dislike anything I deem to be ugly or annoying, and I will stop at nothing to destroy it." Koenji said. He was directing at the women. Koenji has zero interest in anything going on around him. There are only a few more people to be introduced.
A man in the back of the room stood up from his seat. The man with brown hair and cold eyes.
"My name is Kiyotaka Ayanokoji. I hope to become familiar with all of you." He said in a monotone voice. His greeting was very stale compared to the average introduction. I stood up from my seat.
I looked around the room at all my peers. Most of them were interested in who I was or what I am. I had only spoken twice since leaving the place I called my home.
"My name is Kazuma Kirigaya. My likes and dislikes are all inconvenient for the time being. I hope to graduate with you all." I spoke with a bored yet effortless tone, unlike Ayanokoji. I sat back down, and the banter started back up until the bell rang. The rest of the day went on much like an average school day until school was dismissed.
I went shopping for some personal hygiene products. Despite being who I am, I tried to take good care of my body and hair. After all, I was still a teenage boy who desired the touch of a girl. Much to my dismay, that is. Perfection truly is not obtainable in this world. In fact, what was perfect? Who judged it perfectly? What if everything was perfect yet no one believes so due to a mindset set in place in ancient history.
In my thoughts, I wandered to the convenience store and began my shopping much like I would in the free world. Shopping was strange. Everything was overpriced, and the free items stuck out like sore thumbs. I then turned out of my aisle with a bottle of shampoo and a hair brush. I happened to bump shoulders with one of my classmates. Ayanokoji.
"Ah, I didn't see you there, Ayanokoji." I said as I took a step back to look into his eyes. He said nothing at first until he responded with his strange voice.
"There is no need to apologize to Kirigaya. It was completely my fault." He said with his average expression. Most when saying something like this would at least try and smile. However, he wore no expression. He was a strange one.
"I would like to disagree with you. There was no way you could have seen me." I responded and continued with my shopping. I intended to buy body wash as well. However, as fate would have it, so was my classmate.
"May I join you?" Ayanokoji asked me. I simply nodded, allowing him to join me. Once I picked out my soap, I paid and waited outside. He also chose the same soap I had. I crossed my arms and waited. Spring was brisk, and the wind was soft. I looked to the door to see the monotone man walking my way. Once he arrived, he asked me a question.
"Why did you anger Sudo and allow him to hit you?" Ayanokoji asked me. I remained silent for a moment, debating whether I should tell him or not. Deep down, I think he knew why. Maybe just maybe we could become friends.
"It was to prove two things. One is how the penalties work. Two are the points. Since I was not called down and neither was Sudo, then that means someone has to report us to some sort of authority. The points I have yet to confirm, but if the free items are anything to go off, then we can lose them. In theory, at the very least, the class will be docked points for the fight." I explained to the brown haired male.
"I see…" Ayanokoji said in response to me. I turned my head and looked out into the field. I could feel his gaze follow my own. "Kirigaya, you are rather intelligent to figure all this out based on what sensei said."
He said to me while my eyes wandered the beautiful afternoon scenery. I have been all over the world, and Japan remains a beautiful place in my eyes. "Aren't you also smart? I think you knew all this before I told you. You also knew I purposely got hit, which means you know martial arts to some extent."
I said to him, I think both of us were trying to figure each other out. I just get the feeling that Ayanokoji has already found out much more about me than I have him. I turned away and stuffed a paper bag from the store into my backpack. I then turned back and held out my cell phone.
"Let's trade numbers. I'm sure we can be friends."
Thanks for reading my stoy thus far. Kazuma will be the OC of the story. I aim for 2.5k to 5k words a chapter. I am trying to upload twice a week. Also the exams will differ from cannon.
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