I had been walking for quite a bit now, navigating myself through the streets of Namimori, and the streets were pretty easy to memorize and note down on where they were. So far I had passed by the local Preschool, Elementary, and Middle Schools', all with the name of Namimori. I found that very perplexing, but it was better than having a school named after a confectionery, much better. I scratched my head as I looked around a junction on the street, frowning as I glanced at the written directions I had taken off of the internet. "Where the heck is it?"
We had moved into Namimori today, with the fast work of the move-out company in three hours, they were just that hardworking. The ride from our previous home to here wasn't that long at all. Mom was back at the house, with dad and big brother, getting the place all orderly. I would have helped, but they all ganged up on me, saying that it was best that I should go and meet up with the Principal, and that it was rude manners to keep them waiting. I eventually gave in and went out the house with written instructions copied from the internet in hand. I took a left and kept going forward, taking in the scenery that accompanied the walk. "It said that it was supposed to be around here... but I don't see any school buildings..."
My trip so far had been unending turns here and there, and I even stopped to ask for directions to the building. Everyone, that I had asked, had all pointed up at the hills just past the suburbs of the quiet town, stating that the building that I was looking for was located up on those hills. I contemplated if they were all crazy, or if they were high on something, but the signs of a normal civilian outshone all my doubts, unfortunately that decision wasn't made until now. "I guess it's off to the mountains then."
I managed to find new-found energy, and made my trip to the hills. It wasn't long until I had gotten lost, for five minutes, tripping consecutively and losing balance over the period of time while my direction got muddled, when I finally, finally, found the school building. To say the least, I was speechless. Who wouldn't be? The school was like a huge estate and it should have been visible from the base of the hill, or even from the town! Yet, from what I remember, I hadn't seen an extravagant-looking building! Not even that huge tower-like clock! I don't know how long I stared at it, but I made my way towards it, entering the school grounds. "This is unbelievable! A school this huge should be running ads in the newspapers! How did dad even find out about this?"
"You there! Halt!" I turned to see who had taken up the military language in a domesticated country, only to stare, again, at the hairstyle of the individual. Not the individual themselves, but their hairstyle.
"Oh god, please be some sort of joke..." I muttered, dragging my hand down my face. I had a right, the guy, that did not look like a highschooler at all, had styled his hair into a pompadour. Who the heck styled their hair as a pompadour? Apparently, he would.
While I was wallowing in my self-pity, he caught up to me. "It's against the school rules to trespass onto private grounds, state your business here."
"Um... because I am to be transferred here?" I stated uncertainly. The Principal did say that he would greet me personally, so I was unsure of how to take care of this kind of situation.
"Do you have any sort of evidence?" He questioned, totally unaware of the fact that I was being pressured. Wasn't this some sort of peer-pressuring? Wait... he wouldn't be considered as my peer... right?
I patted my pockets to see if I had anything that would save my skin from being sacked, pushing my previous thought to the back of my mind. Nope, nothing of importance to indicate my free pass entry. I sighed as I looked up at the pompadour delinquent, shrugging nonchalantly. "Sorry, I don't think I have anything worth looking at."
The stare-down that ensued was making me break out into cold sweat, since a lot of unfortunate things could happen here. I also did not want to be thrown out of the school grounds after coming a long way from the base of the hills. A few more moments of silence passed before he broke it. "Alright then, I'll have to take you to Hibari-san, he'll know what to do with you."
I blinked. Meeting the head of the delinquents was not on my list of events today... "Okay..."
The pompadour guy then led me into the building, and while I was taking in the whole interior, I kept up pretty well for my short stature. It wasn't long until we had come to a stop in front of a door, they all looked way too identical, that my escort knocked on it twice and opened it without waiting for a reply. "Hibari-san, I brought in the trespasser,"
What was this? Some sort of movie shoot? "Hn, bring him in."
"It can't be a movie shoot..." I muttered, only to be cut off with a cough.
I looked up, and my escort gestured for me to head inside. I swallowed inaudibly as I made my way in. "Sorry for the intrusion..."
I am starting to wonder on when my surprises would end, it just decided to barge in on my life and give me unexpected situations. The room was spacious, a near classroom size back at Tart High, with a light purple coating on the walls. The room itself had bookshelves adjacent to the door, while the two filing cabinets were on the far wall from the door, the wall across from me had four windows that pretty much were the size of one person if it weren't two feet off the ground. in the center of the room there was a set of leather seats, surrounding a glass coffee table in a semi-circle that faced the desk, across from the doorway. My gaze settled on the person that was seated rather comfortably behind the huge wooden desk. I expected the pompadour hairstyle to be replicated onto the guy, he was the head of the delinquents after all, but it wasn't, gratefully. I let out a sigh, looks like he wouldn't be as pressuring as I thought he would be... "State your business, herbivore."
Never mind, I take that back. His way of talking just seemed to piss me off greatly. "I'm sorry?"
"Do you need to be told twice, herbivore?" He growled out, shifting slightly in his seat.
Despite his good looks he is a prick. I smothered my scowl and continued. "No, I heard you once, but calling people names? You do know that is an act of bullying, right?"
"I don't care on what you think," Irritation laced his tone, as a frown made it's appearance on his aristocratic features. "a herbivore will always be a herbivore, and that is the end of that. Now, state you business, or I will bite you to death."
God, he even had a weird catchphrase! Was it clearly the right decision to come to this school? ... It was better than tart, so of course it was! I let out a breath, taking a few steps forward into the room. "Honestly, the things I do to get out of a confectionery... I came here to be transferred into this school, not to be 'bitten to death', y'know."
He stood up, and that was when I had gotten a good look at his figure. Dammit! He also had a good-looking body too! Suddenly I found it harder to concentrate on keeping my calm, as I fidgeted and found the floor rather interesting, it furnished with the softest rug as well... "Herbivore,"
I immediately squashed down the feeling of heat, as I schooled my features into an impassive one. "Yes?"
"Your school documents," He held out a hand, and I analyzed it like it was a foreign object.
I then returned my gaze back up at him. "Sorry, didn't really bring anything with me when I came here, your Principal said that he would greet me personally, but I find myself here."
The silence was suffocating, and it took every fiber of my being to not go tomato red under that unwavering stare. Why was I reacting like this? It can't be that my female hormones from so long ago had survived the hormone change... I had a similar trouble back when I was in the soccer club at Tart High, I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of the muscles of the guys around me. Darn, I should have acted then! Maybe then I wouldn't have this kind of trouble here at this new school... I was brought out of my thoughts when Hibari-san, as I recall the delinquent called him, spoke into a receiver. I dully noted that his cell was purely black, with the exception of a purple gemstone dangling from it like a keychain. I then took not that he had a bracelet on his left hand as well... "Herbivore,"
I started, now noticing that he was addressing me. "Yes?"
"Head to the herbivore's office, Tetsuya will lead you there," Before I could retort something about not knowing who this herbivore is, some other guy, with a pompadour arrived.
"Kusakabe, Tetsuya," He introduced himself, with a smile.
I blinked, well... at least he had manners. I nodded in return. "Kazumoto Walker, Youroi, nice to meet you, Kusakabe-san."
"Please follow me, I'll lead you to Mr. Enollavac's office." Ah, so that was the other herbivore... I then started my second long trek of the day inside the estate-like building.