Shinjuku High

[roleplaylifer]

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Ryoko

She moved with grace and agility that caused more than one head to turn as she moved past the gates of Shinjuku High School. If any took interest in her, that interest was quickly dashed by the angry scowl that dominated her cute face.

She shook her head in anger, her soft brown hair swishing through the air before returning almost perfectly back to its original position on her head. Her teeth nearly grated as she stormed back into the school for a second time that day.

She was dressed in the uniform of her new school. A white blouse with a soft blue trim that was tight enough to show off her firm c-cup breasts. Where the blouse ended, her skirt began, its matching blue fabric hemmed just a fraction above her knees.

"I can't believe they sent me home. Just cause I didn't wear this stupid uniform," she grumbled to herself.

Ryoko stalked up the stairs of the high school, turning left before ascending another long flight of stairs. Turning right and walking down a seemingly endless hallway, she finally turned to face a wooden door as she located room 209.

"I can't believe the Kendo club doesn't have to wear the school uniform, but I do. Of course....walking around in what this school calls a track uniform is hardly any better."

Ryoko shivered at the thought of walking down the hallway in the form fitting leotard.

With a twist of her wrist, she entered the classroom, blushing furiously. Not only did she feel only half dressed, but she was late too. Fortunately the teacher's only punishment at the moment was a scowl.

"Ryoko Shiratori, I assume?"

A gulp and a brief nod affirmed the teacher's guess.

"I believe your seat is in the third row, behind Kenske Bunai. I realize its your first time here, so your tardiness is forgiven. Please be sure not to let it happen again."

Another nod to be polite, and she turned to find her seat.

 

[Third Magus]

Shirai sat, his feet propped up on the chair opposite, in the third row. His smooth dark hair was swept across his face, and he was wearing his habitual frown. He wasn't listening to the teacher's inane lecture, but instead sketching absently on his notepad, in a fine delicate hand.

He didn't realise his eyes had fallen on Chiyo Akechi, a shy quiet girl, in the fourth row, until she blushed and smiled at him timidly, clearly assuming he was drawing her, and clearly flattered and overwhelmed. Wordlessly, Shirai held up what he'd been drawing to her: a sketch more suggesting than showing a death's head. Chiyo, mortified, dropped her eyes.

Shira thought for a moment the teacher had caught the exchange when he suddenly spoke, but he quickly realised he was addressing the girl who had just come in.

"Ryoko Shiratori, I assume?"

The newcomer gulped and nodded. For some reason, she was blushing brighter than Chiyo. Shirai studied her impassively; short-cropped brown hair, bright blue eyes, lithe boyish body emphasised by the tight school uniform she'd been squeezed into.

The teacher directed her to the empty desk beside Shirai, sparing a glare for his feet on the desk. Shira let them drop with a thunk, allowing Ryoko to take her place. He studied her, unsmiling, while the class resumed.

 

[Sky Jade]

Himiko sat at her desk in the front row, next to the window. The fighting kimono was a little snug at the moment from the seat she was sitting in. She was required to wear a t-shirt underneath, along with the typical kisma pants. It wouldn't be proper for her to be showing everything off as she walked. The kimono did fit a little snug around her full 40D breasts. She was proud that she kept herself in such good shap. She was in a dazed when the teacher spoke.

"Ryoko Shiratori, I assume?"

She blinked and green eyes looked at the new girl. They roved over her with a small smirk on her face. She shook her head for a moment, the short ponytail of brown hair flying from sit to side before she began writing in her diary for a few moments.

Perhaps I may have compatition in this class, as far as athletics go. Chiyo doesn't look like the type, but this new girl Ryoko does. More later.

She shut her diary as the teacher called the class to attention and began the lesson.

 

[roleplaylifer]

Slowly turning from the teacher, Ryoko made her way slowly to her seat. As she walked the aisle of desks to the lone empty desk that had to be hers, she glanced just slightly to her left, meeting the gaze of a pale but handsome student.

His blazing green eyes held hers for just a moment, then she was beside him, settling her weight into her desk. Her hands immediately settled on her lap, smoothing the skirt that had been threatening to hike up slightly, back to its proper position.

A scowl crossed her face again. Why do I have to wear this? This is absurd.

She thought of the comfortable cotton shirt and sweatpants that she had been sent home to change out of.

What the hell was so wrong with that? Hmph, not enough eye candy for the fucking principal, I'm sure.

Slowly, her anger subsided until she began to listen in on the lecture that had been prepared by her teacher.

Sigh....History. Boring.

When the teacher turned his back to the board once more to scribble more notes on the chalkboard, she took a moment to look around her at the many faces that now surrounded her.

So many students....and all unfamiliar. Was my class this large in Okinawa?

Forcing herself to pay attention, she turned her gaze back to the front of the classroom once more. She didn't care about making a good first impression, but it helped if the teacher at least thought you cared about what he was teaching.

Secretly, Ryoko couldn't wait for the bell to ring for lunch. Sighing softly, she picked up a pen and began copying the notes on the chalkboard to a notebook.

 

[msboy8]

Higa

Higa was busy listening to the teacher when the new girl came in. She was dressed in the school uniform and it allowed her girlish charms to be displayed for all to see.

She was one of the prettiest girls in his school. He wondered if her personality was as pretty. Time would tell. Higa returned to listening to the teacher and taking notes. It was only history.

 

[LOST&FOUND]

John

I stood in the small garage of the house that he was staying in with my father. I had a few minutes before school started so I decided to set the CNC machine to mill out a piece for my “hobby project” while I was away at school. With the needed data entered into the machine I wandered into the kitchen to get a drink of juice glancing over at the clock on the stove I realized that I did not have as much time as I thought I had.

I quickly ran to my room and pulled on my uniform. It was not really my style but it fit okay, a little tight in the crotch but nothing to bad. Just as long as I don’t too excited it will be fine.

I just may make it in time I thought as I ran through the hall of the school making my way toward the class. I don’t know if I was luck or what but I managed to get to my seat just as the bell rang, as I sat there trying to catch my breath I thought to myself., “Boy what a way to start the year off.”

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Takara Izumi sat quietly in her usual seat in the back fixated on her latest sketch.
She paused for a moment as a new student, a pretty young girl entered the room.
Her eyes lingered on the girl's lovely figure and mischevious eyes and instantly she had the desire to draw her.
A long strand of her silky, long dark hair tumbled over her eyes as she lowered her head back down towards her work.
She slowly fingered the strand back behind her ear and went back to work.
The sketch was simple, she'd already completed most of the background, but she had been waiting for inspiration to strike her for the focal point.
Art can really help you learn a lot about a person.
She tuned out the lecture, information that she'd known since about the second grade, and returned to her sketch.

 

[Third Magus]

Shirai leaned back a little on his chair, to examine the new girl better. She seemed uncomfortable with her clothes, the tiny girl's school uniform. Her short skirt would slowly ride up her legs, and she would tug it downwards again, blushing.

He noticed Takara, sitting in the back row, was looking intently at Ryoko as well, tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear as she drew something on the notepad in front of her. Takara was one of the few other students Shirai didn't completely despise; he admired what he'd seen of her art and liked the way she kept to herself, wasn't bubbly and eager-to-please like so many of the other girls of Shinjuku High.

Shirai watched as Ryoko drew out a pen and started taking notes. He leaned over, heedless of the teacher, and addressed the new girl, speaking in a quiet whisper.

"History is the study of what dead people did a long time ago. History is the study of idiotic mistakes, blunders and lies".

He laid one pale hand on her desk, tapping the notes disdainfully.

"What people thought was a good idea at the time, what people would go along with as long as they were safe... it's just a laugh riot".

He turned full on to look at her now, green eyes intense and narrowed.

"It's all bullshit. There's one, just one important lesson we can learn from history: we're all gonna die no matter what.
"I'm Shirai Genda"

 

[roleplaylifer]

"It's all bullshit. There's one, just one important lesson we can learn from history: we're all gonna die no matter what.
"I'm Shirai Genda"

Ryoko turned slightly to meet the burning gaze of the kid who had been seated next to her. Her head cocked slightly as she considered his words.

"I agree that history is a recount of every error the world has made," she whispered back, nervous eyes making sure that the teacher hadn't noticed them yet, "But if not for history would not the world be doomed to repeat itself again and again?"

She turned back to brood a little on Shirai's words. Its true that everyone died, she thought, but does it mean we have to speed ourselves along?

She couldn't remember when she had put her head down on her desk, trying to tune out the monotone of the teacher, trying desperately to stay awake in her first day of school. She snapped to attention as the bell rang, the room filled with the its clamor.

Sighing softly to herself, she reached for her backpack and the lunch she had prepared for herself that morning.

Just as she had laid out the sushi rolls and octopus puffs, and had readied her chopsticks to begin eating, the thunderous sound of someone running in the halls stole her attention from her meal.

The door burst open as three female students rushed into the room, scanning the class hurriedly. The teacher frowned at the intrusion, but managed to hold his tongue. It was lunch hour after all. After a moments pause, all three girls quickly cornered Ryoko and began talking all at once.

"Is it true that you transferred to Shinjuku to join our track club?"

"Are you joining today? Or are you going to keep them in suspense?"

"You ARE Ryoko Shiratori, aren't you?"

Sighing, Ryoko reached for her chopsticks and continued on with her meal, pointedly ignoring the small crowd around her.

"Awww....come on. TELL US."

Ryoko looked up at the girls, each face fairly glowing to hear what she had to say.

"I don't even know you, why should I tell you anything?"

Faces fell, and girls stammered to come up with a response. Ryoko continued before they could recompose.

"How can you even be sure that you want me in your track club? My training is rather irregular for this school. Simply put, I hate the tacky leotards that you wear at practice. I can and have trained just fine without them, both at school and home. My training is a serious thing, not some peep show for the boys."

One girl managed to find her voice again.

"I'm sure the track club can accomodate you, Ryoko. Is it true that you're close to running a two minute mile?"

The light haired girl smiled softly, taking a drink from a small carton of milk that she had thoughtfully remembered to pack.

"Two minutes and twenty three seconds. I've got quite a way to go. Right now, I'm running as hard as I can. I believe I can get better though."

Assorted oohs and aahs could be heard from the overly fawning students.

"As for whether or not I'm joining the track club, that will depend on if they can meet my own demands. I assume that sooner or later, their captain will find me."

She felt that she had said enough, the girls could return to their idle gossip. She had a meal to finish.

 

[msboy8]

Higa

Higa just shook his and and tried to tune the girls on the Track team out. Not easy, they had squeeky, high pitched voices that cut through everything.

Ryoko wasn't withering under their interrogation, instead just the opposite. She finally shot them down saying a few choice words. They were like zombies; however, rising from the dead to fight again.

Once again Ryoko shut them out, implying that they were beneath her consideration. She merely ignored them and continued to eat her lunch.

It was good to see someone stand up to these mindless, chattering dweebs, Maybe he and Ryoko could be friends.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Takara always took her lunch in one of the smaller art studios. It was reserved for the smaller advanced classed, and was always vacant at this time of day.
She hated the noise and hierarchy of the cafeteria. Here she was free to paint, draw, do yoga, even sleep if time allowed.
She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, so not to get paint splattered on it.
She wore a thin black camisole underneath, over a black lace bra.
After shedding the boxy, unflattering confines of the uniform blouse Takara feels liberated in a sense, comfortable with her body-slender and firm, with high ample breasts.
And after a few quick yoga stretches, she began to put her sketch that she'd been working on earlier to canvas....

 

[Third Magus]

Shirai quickly ate a spartan meal of dry wafers, then left the classroom. It was filling up far too quickly for his liking, with Ryoko's chattering, worshipful admirers.

He donned the long black coat he habitually wore over the school uniform and strode out the door, heading for the one place students never went.


Shinjuku High's library was unusually well-stocked. Pausing at one of the shelves, Shira selected a leatherbound copy of Confessions of a Justified Sinner and made his way to one of the side-tables, located in a quiet alcove off the main room.

Sometimes Shirai spent whole days in the library, ignoring his class-calls, sometimes not even reading but simply pondering in solitude. He found the hushed stillness of the library soothing.

 

[Vergis]

Sho Turosimi

Sho plodded along the open canteen area, heading to the clinical buffet layout that he had all but fallen in love with since he started at Shinjuku.

As always, he bore a great smile, the smile that made everyone wonder whether he was truly happy, or whether he was too dumb to notice the day to day irritations that seemed to bring everyone else in the school down. The truth of the matter, he didn't care. The one thing that could spoil his day were all gathered around the new girl, possibly making a futile attempt to bring her into their little mindless posse.

So he continued smiling as he picked up his tray and joined the back of the cue, only to called by the canteen's cook, or was is chef? "Sho! You know you don’t start there, get you food, and come right here. How are you supposed to be the schools top scorer when you have to wait in line all the time."

"Sorry Miss Kegero." He grinned his cheeky grin, and slipped passed a number of people taking some fruit from the trays and headed straight to the front to pay. He knew that Miss Kegero had no interest in his athletic abilities on the field. Her interest was purely on his athletic abilities off of the field.

He paid, and gave her his obligatory wink, happy as could be that he now only had to turn around and find a seat. Turning around was the easy part, but the track team had finished with the new girl... how did she do that? He made a mental note to inquire at the soonest possible moment. Right now however he had to deal with three young ladies all waving their hands and dancing up toward him as if he were a sole military hero returning from war. He shook his head in dismay.

 

[Sky Jade]

Himiko had spent her time writing out the upcoming schedule for the kendo club. She half-listened to what the teacher said about the lesson, until the bell rang for lunch. She gathered her things up and followed after the others to the lunchroom. She watched Takura and Shirai leave to go to other places and she had to smirk.

She had just sat down to enjoy her meal when the three girls from the track team burst in. And they went right for the new girl Ryoko who had been late to class. How was one supposed to enjoy lunch with so much noise going on. She frowned and pursed her lips as the three tried to convince Ryoko to join the track team. When Ryoko turned them down, she gave a little smile, the girl wasn't that bad. Though that didn't make up for the fact that she looked like she would be a rival.

Himiko laughed for a moment anf then finished her meal up. She stood up quickly, causing her breasts to bounce a little in the confinment of her kimono. She smiled to the teacher before she made her way back out into the hall. She leaned against the wall and pulled out the schedule she had made up, checking over it carefully.

 

[msboy8]

Higa

Higa took his Bento Box outside for lunch. He sat on the rarely used grassy knoll behind the school. he could see one of the many Japanese cemeteries just outside the fence there. When it was cold or rainy, he found a quiet place in the basement. One of the Janitor's was his friend and let him roam down there.

He opened a very old book on the Oban festival. It was the annual celebration when families saw to the tombs of their ancestors. Everyone in Japan knew that, but Higa was digging deeper, into anchient legend. This would be the basis for his first anime novel. It would look at the dark side of Oban and the family tombs, that were abandoned and not kept up. It was a shadowy, but actual situation and he was going to invesigate it fully.

Higa realized that he had finished his Bento and was going to have to run to get to his next class. He did not want to be late for art. It was important to him, and the teacher was older, but still pretty. Besides Takara might be there and she was a good friend, he wanted to get to know better.

 

[roleplaylifer]

The entire rest of her lunch break went without incident. Ryoko arched one thin eyebrow in speculation. She had expected to be confronted by the track club's captain by now. No matter, it would happen eventually she was sure.

She slowly packed up the remains of her meal, looking around the room once more.

I feel so out of place.

Shaking her head to dismiss the thought, Ryoko began making her way back to the classroom. English was a hard study for her, though one she fought to learn with determination. How could she ever attend an American college if she couldn't speak the language?

A few moments later, and she had found her seat. The bustling noon hour crowd silenced gradually as the new teacher came in, a dark haired woman with her hair up in a bun that Ryoko didn't much care for. Eyes roamed the classroom of students, squinting softly beneath her rimmed glasses.

"I am Miss Hiramoto. I'll be your English teacher for this semester."

As one the class rose to bow before the teacher before settling back to their desks. Ryoko reached for her notebook, far more attentive than she had been during History.

 

[LOST&FOUND]

John

Luch soon rolled around it dawned on me that inmy rush to leave for school on time I had foregotten to pack my lunch. It looks like I will have to buy something from the school dining hall. I finished eating and made my way back to the class. I slumped back into my seat and waited for the next class to begin.

Since I had some time I decided to finish off my sketch from earlier today. I pulled out my small batterend sketch book and got back to work. This last component of my project was giving me the most trouble. Everything else was finished and waiting to be assembled, the only piece not done was the outer shell. Suddenly I got a flash of insperation, that is it I thought that is how to finish my project. I hurredly worked to get my idea down on paper not realizing that the class had started.

 

[Youkikun]

Derek ran down the hall, dodging students as he went. He had slept in and missed History "oh what a shame" he thought sarcastically. He was going to be late for English too if he didn't hurry.

He ran down the hall, half dressed from his hurry out of the house. His shirt was untucked and half buttoned open, revealing his pale chest.

He gasped for breath as he went around a corner and spotted somebody.

He smiled, it was Himiko. He was attracted to her, hell, he was attracted to almost the entire female student body, but Himiko was high on that list.

He skidded to a hault in front of her and smiled, his face flushed from running. He rand his fingers through his hair to move it out of his face.

"Yo, Himiko" he said as he waved to her.

"Why aren't you in class?" He questioned between deep breaths. He knew he couldn't waste much time, he had English class to get to, but he couldn't pass up a chance to talk to the beautiful Himiko.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Lunch was nearing its completion as she stood back to study her piece.
The transfer to canvas had been easy, and she had already painted some of the base tones...but it would have to wait.
True she had this period free, but she had prior obligations.
She had been working as a tutor in the library for awhile now. It was a cushy job, hardly anyone used the service even though it was free...so it gave her some extra free time to read or work on her own homework so she was free to do better things later.
She slipped her blouse back on and grabbed her things and sprinted towards the library, the halls were already empty, which meant she was late-not that it really mattered.

She signed in at the desk per usual and took her usual seat on the window seat on the eastern wall. It was comfortable, private and yet gave her a perfect view of the room in case any students in need of tutoring decided to wander in.

She perched in her seat and pulled out Milton's Areopagitica which she was re-reading for about the tenth time, and a thermos of hot jasmine tea, and waited....

 

[Sky Jade]

Himiko was in the middle of listing one of the tournments the Kendo club was going to attend when she was interrupting, messing up the writing. She huffed for a moment and looked up to see who it was.

"I was doing something important for one. And I have a free period at this time. Don't you have a class to get to?"

She glanced towards the door of the art room a few doors down where Takara had left, before looking at Darek. She sighed for a moment as she looked back at the schedule.

"Great, now I have to go to the library to get more materials. Bye."

Yes, she was short on words, but she tended to be that way unless she was either friends with them or they had a high reputation. She left derek standing there as she went down to the art room Takara had went into. She had been friends with Takara since they first started school, but they weren't close friends. They had drifted apart a little when they started High school, when Himiko decided to go into the Kendo club and spent most of her time with that.

She hmmed as she looked at the canvas with the latested picture. She admired Takara's art, but she didn't express it much. She nodded for a moment before she left the room and heaed into the library.

"Good day Ms. Satoma. I was hoping I could get some more scheduling paper for the Kendo club. I kinda made a mistake on the one I had."

"Of course Himiko, I'll be back in a moment."

As Ms. Satoma left into the back room, Himiko looked around. She grinned for a moment when she noticed Takara reading, her back towards Himiko. She crept up behind her silently and hit Takra lightly on the head with the rolled up paper.

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Takara had been so engrossed in her book that she hadn't even noticed Himiko enter the library-so much for watching out for students- and when she felt the tap on her head she jumped, almost spilling her tea.
She turned around and smiled, "Himiko, I didn't hear you come in. What are you doing here?"
She had the instinct of an artist and her eyes swept over her friend's slender frame, kept fit through her natural athletic talents.
Himiko was beautiful without a doubt, and though the two of them had grown apart in recent years Takara still felt close to the girl....even though their interests seemed so very different...

 

[Sky Jade]

"I had to come and get some more paper to finish the kendo club schedule because I was interrupted out in the hallway. I think that the subject for your latest drawing was interesting."

She gave a smile for a moment before peeking at the book Takara was reading.

"That again? How many times have you read it? Twenty?"


"Miss Himiko, here is the paper you wanted."

Ms. Satoma called to Himiko for a moment before she laid the paper on the desk and went back to sorting through the stack of books to put away. Himiko glanced back for a moment before looking back at Takara.

"And what plans did you have for afterschool?"

 

[ScarredSoul82]

Takara smiled again and was about to reply when the librarian Ms. Satoma returned with the item Himiko had requested, she waited a moment, then Himiko turned back to her and asked

"And what plans did you have for afterschool?"

Takara shook her head, "nothing at the moment, maybe work on my painting...and to answer you're first two statements I'd have to agree with you about the new girl, she's lovely...there's just something in her eyes..." her voice trailed off, "and no," she half laughed, "this isn't the twentith time, its more like the tenth...what can I say, I love Milton."
She smiled, again...she couldn't helpt but notice that she smiled more when Himiko came around. She missed her friend, "but why? Shouldn't you have Kendo or something?"

 

[roleplaylifer]

Somehow, the time spent in the English class flowed smoother than History had. An hour later her notebook snapped shut, pen tucked neatly into the spiral binder.

Rising from her desk, she could finally afford a breather. She had missed her first day of Geometry due to the dress issue, History was proving to be a drag, though English could be promising. Her next class period was open, and Ryoko wasn't quite sure how she was going to spend it.

She walked down the hallways of hurrying students, jostled several times as someone bumped into her as they flew by. She tried to ignore the occasional stare as more than one head turned to watch her walk past.

Sighing softly, she made her way back to the school's enterance. It wouldn't do to train right now, besides, she needed to relax not work herself up.

She scanned the school grounds, eyes finally resting on a slim elm tree, its branches providing just the right amount of shade. A soft smile teased the corners of her mouth as she made her way towards her goal.

Her backpack hit the ground with a solid thump, opened seconds later as she bent low to retrieve a book from its confines. Ryoko seemed totally unaware of how her skirt had lifted a good deal as she bent, showing a fair amount of firm muscled thigh before disappearing again as she stood back up.

She plopped down unceremoniously beneath the shade of the elm, her back propped against its cool bark. She opened the book, a collection of poetry, and began to read.

Where was I? Thoreau? No...read that one. Longfellow? No....I'm past that too. Ooo....Robert Frost "A Road Less Travelled." That was good, maybe I'll read it again later. Ahh...here we go. "Rime of the Ancient Mariner," by Samuel Coleridge, that sounds interesting.

 

[Third Magus]

Shirai hated it when other people used the library. They made him feel tense, invaded. He tried to ignore Takara and Himiko's presence, chatting by the eastern window a few seats down, but soon he found himself simply scanning the same sentence on the page again and again. He gritted his teeth and shut the book.

At times like this, when frustration mounted too much and rattled his head and made his vision swim, there was only one thing for it. He glanced around quickly, moved further back into his alcove, then drew back his sleeve and looked at the arm covered in old scars and new, livid cuts.

Quietly drawing a knife from his pack, he slowly slid the blade down the inside of his arm, tracing a pattern, moving it up and down, up and down, teasing the skin before eventually piercing it and drawing a new line of red across the muscle.