Hey, Drogn? Just what genre -are- we putting this in, anyway? I mean, yeah, it's obviously some flavor of shounen, but more finely...
Anyway, picking up -exactly- where we left off.
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Bosu-sensei nodded back, then glanced back down at his list. "Yo, new kid!" he called.
A girl's voice answered, low and clear as a churchbell. "That's not my name."
The teacher guffawed and made another check mark. "Right, right, got it, Miyou-kun."
"Thank you," she said coolly, tucking a fallen lock of night-black hair back out of her face and behind her ear.
Most of the students in class 2-C agreed that it was very odd that they were taking a field trip the very first week after they were back from winter break, but opinions were divided between conspiracy theories, rampant silliness, and simply blaming it on Bosu-sensei's half-pickled brain. Regardless, paperwork troubles had interfered with the usual schedule of things, and so they had only met Gosai Miyou halfway through the day before.
Despite this, she had already made a major impression - tall and athletic without being unfeminine, well-built but perfectly proportioned, and as coolly unflappable as a mountain pond - the male half of 2-C had spoken or thought of nothing else all day.
Kennan did better than most of his peers, in that he had taken time to note both the dry, subtle humor in the phrasing of her answers in class and the gentleness with which she had delivered the first of what she had to know would be many rebuffs, and that his eyes had actually lifted high enough to notice that her face was as beautiful or more so than the rest of her, and her eyes the most arresting shade of ruby-red.
He had lost track of her in the press of disembarking the bus, but now that he could see her standing tall in clear sunlight and smiling politely as Sato Kimiko (Class rank 98, Sewing Club, Film Club, the corner of his mind dedicated to storing and processing all the myriad details of his job as senior editor of the Yearbook Club remarked) chattered wildly to hide her nervousness.
He stared, and thought of absolutely nothing at all.
After a moment, however, he became aware that Tsuchi was holding one of the paper water cups they'd been given as they got off the bus under his chin. He blinked, and asked her, "What on earth are you doing?"
"Catchin' the drool, so you don't get it on your nice clean uniform," she informed him, with a saucy grin.
He glared, then paused, then grinned himself. "And I guess I can help repay you for this service by coming by and making sure that you're all ready next Friday, when a certain young man of our mutual accquaintance comes by to pick you up on the way to-"
She slapped a hand over his mouth, blushing fiercely. "Never mind about that!"
"Sure, sure," he said, but he leaned back against the rock and watched the trees overhead wave in the brisk winter wind coming down of the mountains. Tsuchi did likewise, and they waited in a companionable silence until Bosu-sensei came to the end of his list.
"All right, sheeplings!" he roared, crumpling the list and tucking it into one of his pockets. "Now that we're all here, we're gonna-"
"Hey, hey, old man! What about me!"
The not-quite-former biker turned and blinked, since there was no one standing in the direction of the voice that had adressed him.
"Down here!"
He looked down.
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Naturally, Tsuchi never calls her brother anything but 'Gaki'.
Ja, -n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."
Anyway, picking up -exactly- where we left off.
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Bosu-sensei nodded back, then glanced back down at his list. "Yo, new kid!" he called.
A girl's voice answered, low and clear as a churchbell. "That's not my name."
The teacher guffawed and made another check mark. "Right, right, got it, Miyou-kun."
"Thank you," she said coolly, tucking a fallen lock of night-black hair back out of her face and behind her ear.
Most of the students in class 2-C agreed that it was very odd that they were taking a field trip the very first week after they were back from winter break, but opinions were divided between conspiracy theories, rampant silliness, and simply blaming it on Bosu-sensei's half-pickled brain. Regardless, paperwork troubles had interfered with the usual schedule of things, and so they had only met Gosai Miyou halfway through the day before.
Despite this, she had already made a major impression - tall and athletic without being unfeminine, well-built but perfectly proportioned, and as coolly unflappable as a mountain pond - the male half of 2-C had spoken or thought of nothing else all day.
Kennan did better than most of his peers, in that he had taken time to note both the dry, subtle humor in the phrasing of her answers in class and the gentleness with which she had delivered the first of what she had to know would be many rebuffs, and that his eyes had actually lifted high enough to notice that her face was as beautiful or more so than the rest of her, and her eyes the most arresting shade of ruby-red.
He had lost track of her in the press of disembarking the bus, but now that he could see her standing tall in clear sunlight and smiling politely as Sato Kimiko (Class rank 98, Sewing Club, Film Club, the corner of his mind dedicated to storing and processing all the myriad details of his job as senior editor of the Yearbook Club remarked) chattered wildly to hide her nervousness.
He stared, and thought of absolutely nothing at all.
After a moment, however, he became aware that Tsuchi was holding one of the paper water cups they'd been given as they got off the bus under his chin. He blinked, and asked her, "What on earth are you doing?"
"Catchin' the drool, so you don't get it on your nice clean uniform," she informed him, with a saucy grin.
He glared, then paused, then grinned himself. "And I guess I can help repay you for this service by coming by and making sure that you're all ready next Friday, when a certain young man of our mutual accquaintance comes by to pick you up on the way to-"
She slapped a hand over his mouth, blushing fiercely. "Never mind about that!"
"Sure, sure," he said, but he leaned back against the rock and watched the trees overhead wave in the brisk winter wind coming down of the mountains. Tsuchi did likewise, and they waited in a companionable silence until Bosu-sensei came to the end of his list.
"All right, sheeplings!" he roared, crumpling the list and tucking it into one of his pockets. "Now that we're all here, we're gonna-"
"Hey, hey, old man! What about me!"
The not-quite-former biker turned and blinked, since there was no one standing in the direction of the voice that had adressed him.
"Down here!"
He looked down.
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Naturally, Tsuchi never calls her brother anything but 'Gaki'.
Ja, -n
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"V, did you do something foolish?"
"Yes, and it was glorious."