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by GibGabGoo » Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:42 am
Chapter 2: Teachers, Students, and fine literature - April 5th 2007
"Getting woken up by an alarm clock and not wanting to kill the thing? My, I'm changing already".
If my memory serves me right (and it normally does), I'd had to purchase replacement-upon-replacement alarm clock in the past. I hated the things, and unfortunately for them, that relationship never really changed. I smacked one a little too hard for disturbing my slumber? Here's another one. Rinse and repeat. Apparently that relationship has changed today. Strange.
"Urgh, I am NOT looking forward to wearing a bloody school uniform again. I'm nearly 20 years old and I have to wear something that automatically makes me younger in the eyes of others. Bloody hell". Looking over my uniform for the next year filled me with annoyance. I hadn't had to wear a uniform in College when I was 16, yet I have to wear one when I'm 19? Bloody Japanese.
Averting my gaze from the (In my opinion) gaudy-looking Uniform hanging on the door of my wardrobe, I collect the cosmetic items I use for my morning shower. Shampoo, conditioner, etc. I sound like a bloody girl when I talk about using stuff like 'Conditioner', but having blonde hair that hasn't been cut in a few months means it'll be all the more obvious if it's greasy in the slightest, and I'd at least like to appear well-groomed to my new classmates.
Opening my door to make my way to the communal bathroom, I hasten myself into introducing myself as I hear my lone hall-mate shutting his door. I figure I might as well get the introduction out of the way as soon as possible. We're the only two on here as far as I can tell. I step up to the door of 117 and briskly knock, wondering what this 'K.Setou' might be like.
"Who is it?" I hear from inside.
"I'm the guy who's just moved into 118, figured I'd better introduce myself". Not as enthusiastic-sounding as he might like, probably. A tad odd that he didn't just answer his door though.
"Oh, right". I hear again, followed by the sound of several locks clicking and unlocking. "Huh, that's odd. Unless I'm hearing things...".
As the door opens, I'm greeted by a strange sight. A fairly small guy, wearing ridiculously thick glasses, and a scarf. Indoors. "What the hell is this guy's deal? I'm guessing he has something wrong with his sight, but he didn't have to go for the whole Harry Potter look, did he?"
"You're the guy who just moved in you said?’Sup, I'm Kenji". He says all this while leaning in closer and closer towards me, probably a requirement for someone who needs glasses that thick.
"Nice to meet you Kenji, I'm William". I politely reply, shaking his outstretched (and extremely sweaty) hand. Followed up by a discreet trouser wipe of the hand. Discreet.
"You haven't let anyone else in your room have you, William?" "Strange question to open small talk with...".
"Nope, not as far as I'm aware. I brought all my stuff here last night, and then went straight to sleep. So if there HAS been anyone else in there since then, they've certainly been very quiet about it".
"Shit, dude, don't joke about stuff like that around here". I'm slightly taken aback by his now whispered tone, and the fact that he's now leaning even closer than I thought necessary. This is made even more uncomfortable by the fact that his breath smells of...something like a mix of Alcohol and Garlic.
"One piece of advice for you; don't trust the women here".
Leaving a rather bemused look on my face, he turns around and shut his door, from behind which I hear the clicking of many (I presume installed by none other than Kenji) additional locks. A very strange boy indeed. He might be good for a laugh if I humour him, though. With introductions over, I make my way into the shower and begin the 15 minute-or-so process of getting clean. In the process, mulling over such interesting subjects as whether or not I'll see anyone with mechanical body parts...what I imagine would look like how Arnold Schwarzenegger looks in the Terminator films. I think my mind reverts to that of a child when I allow it to daydream.
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Violently drying my as-always stubbornly wet hair, I spot a note with my name on it placed on the desk opposite my Bed. Either I didn't notice it yet, or these 'Not-to-be-trusted' women have sent me a letter of warning. I mentally hope for the former and see myself relieved at the fact that it is not, in fact, from a dangerous woman, but merely my teacher. My teacher for what I remember being called 'Homeroom', or the first class of the day. I prefer the term form tutor from back home, but I guess homeroom teacher sounds more accommodating.
Reading over the friendly enough sounding note, it makes a point that I should meet my homeroom teacher just inside the entrance to the school building at 8:20. Glancing over at my alarm clock, a sense of relief flows over me as it thankfully reads '8:02, giving me about 10 minutes to get dressed and look somewhat presentable for the people I'm going to share a class with for the next year.
Though, of course, I would look out of place as it is, even if this was a perfectly normal school in this country. I'm a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, 6'1 guy from the other side of the world. It's essentially impossible for me to look like I 'fit-in' here. Though I do wonder, what does count as 'fitting-in' at a school where most students walk the line between life and death every single day? Well, that might be an over exaggeration on my part. The only reason I'm here is because I have someone else's lungs working for me, and it's not like I could drop dead any second. Well, after the first few weeks of having them, anyway. It's going to be difficult to get rid of this feeling of not-belonging, however. Time will tell I suppose.
Through my mind's musings about my place in this school, I'd managed, almost on automatic, to get dressed into my Uniform, and set to work on giving my hair a relatively quick comb. "Huh, I really do need to get a haircut at some point. I do hope there's a barbers near here, I didn't get a good look at the town I passed through on the bus...gives me something to do I suppose".
As my clock read 8:13, I opened my as-of-yet unpacked luggage and picked out my already-packed school bag. My Grandfather's gesture that he cared about my education when he helped me pack the night before my flight. "I really should thank him for that...gives me a reason to write to him. I do wish you would learn how to use a computer, Günter".
Checking everything in my bag was in order and present (Of course it is. My Grandfather, despite his age, still has a very good memory.), I set off out of my room, making sure to lock it behind me, and headed out of the dormitory, and tried to mentally prepare myself for meeting my classmates. Anxiousness.
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"Dresner, is it? Nice to meet you. I'm Takenaka".
I shake my teacher's outstretched hand in a firm handshake. He seems to be on the older side when it comes to teachers, but from his friendly, welcoming demeanour; I imagine him being easy enough to get along with.
"Yes sir, nice to meet you too".
"Oh, I don't believe you've been told, so forgive me if I'm repeating information. I'll also be your History teacher".
"History? Well I've always taken an interest in the past, I'll be sure to meet your expectations". "If it's German History, anyway. I won’t fail for fear my bloody Grandfather will come around the world to discipline me himself".
"Oh, you're a History man, are you? Well, I'm sure we'll get along just fine Dresner. We best be on our way, Homeroom starts at 8:30".
Thus, I set out following him and engaging in idle small talk about my flight, how I'm finding Japan, etc. All the usual topics I've become accustomed to already. People seem...too polite, like they actually care about how my flight was. Maybe it's a cultural thing? I've always heard Japanese culture is much more polite than the culture I'm used to, anyway.
Following a few flights of stairs and a corridor or two later, and I'm in front of my classroom, 3-4. My class for the next year of my life. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't anxious. I'm damn-well bloody nervous. Partly due to I'm still scared of messing up my Japanese. I'm fairly confident I can understand most things someone will say to me, but my vocabulary I'm not totally confident on yet. Yet, also due to the fact that I look so bloody out of place here. Mostly because I'm a foreigner, but also because there's nothing outwardly wrong with me. I can't get rid of the feeling that you have to have some sort of deformity to fit in here. I'm sure that's just my nerves talking, but you never know.
"Oh, Dresner, I forgot to ask, but would you like to introduce yourself to the class?".
"Introduce myself, sir? You mean, as in, stand at the front of the class and try to convince them that I'm at least somewhat interesting?"
"Hey, don't take such a defeatist tone! You may be used to that in schools where you're from, and I can't say that it wouldn't happen in schools over here...but remember, this isn't, for all intents and purposes, a normal school. The students here seem to have more...what's the word? Empathy with other students. Conventional bullying or anything of the sort doesn't exist from my knowledge here. I'm sure you'll be fine, follow me in". "You didn't even give me a choice in the matter! Dictator".
I hear him introduce himself to the students in the class that haven't been taught by him before; I guess some classes change students around? I then hear him announce that this class has a new transfer student coming in, and that they should all welcome me. It's my cue, I guess. My feet and legs seem to move all on their own, and before I know it I'm stood next to my teacher facing a class full of inquisitive and (mostly, in my opinion) bored faces. Among them, the representative I met yesterday, Osamu. He flashes me a friendly smile as I look up at the rest of the class. "Ah...shit. I didn't really plan for anything like this. Here goes!
"Erm...Hello! My name is William Dresner...I'm half-English and half-German, and I flew in from England yesterday, so I apologise if my Japanese isn't the best from time-to-time. From what I've seen of Japan so far, it's a beautiful country with lovely people, so I look forward to meeting all of you and being your classmate this year. Thank you". "That was the best I could think of? Jesus, I guess I completed the whole 'boring foreigner' thing I was gunning for".
I feel a strong pat on my back as Takenaka steps up next to me. Well, at least I didn't screw it up or make any mistakes; he's possibly seen worse than that. Probably people who didn't even feel comfortable introducing themselves. I guess I'm in his good books for now, making his job a little easier and liking History, after all.
As he goes through a speech about the merits of accepting and getting along with new students, the usual stuff I assume, I take a look over some of my classmates. Several of them, including Osamu as I noticed yesterday; have canes at the side of their desks. Others have nothing obviously wrong with them, probably internal issues, like myself. Some have artificial limbs. It really is a varied bunch of...conditions? They seem like an interesting bunch anyway, I could've done worse, I guess.
The rest of the class, as if ordered to, omit a light clap at the end of Takenaka's speech. He smiles at the class and motions them to quieten down.
"As it's the first homeroom of the year, I want you to go into discussion groups and talking about something that is pertinent to every member of this class. The Future. Particularly, what career path you want to pursue once you finish your education here. Discuss how similar or how different your career paths are; discuss what else you'd like to do if that option was closed off to you. Even make a few notes if you want, I won’t be expecting any written work in at the end of this session, but really, give your future some thought, people".
With that announcement, the class suddenly begins breaking off into different pairs and trios, I feel slightly awkward and nervous, but Takenaka doesn't leave me hanging, thank God.
"Ah, Dresner, I believe you've already become acquainted with our Class Representative, Mr. Nakahara?"
I nod the affirmative and glance at Osamu in acknowledgement.
"I'm assigning you the window seat next to him, and I'd like you to work with him for today. After all, he's the one best suited to introduce you to the rest of the school. He's been representative for the last two years!" I hear an embarrassed-sounding response from Osamu about this praise. Seems like he's a modest one.
"Will do, Sir". I politely nod at Takenaka and take my seat to the left of Osamu.
"So, seems we're together again, Nakahara".
"Yep, it'd seem that way. Well, I can't complain, just means I can get more information about places to visit from you". A light chuckle follows his statement as I unpack a notebook and a pencil from my bag.
"So you're just going to use me as some sort of free travel agent? Well, can't say I haven't been treated worse".
"Who said I wouldn't give you something in return? There's plenty of stuff I know about this school, the people here, the surrounding area...plenty of stuff to interest and help a new student like yourself, ya' know".
"I...guess. Yeah, that could work, actually. Though I'm sure if I mentioned this information levying to Takenaka..."
"Oh he won’t mind, believe me. I'm glad to see we have a deal! Oh, by the way, William. You don't have to be so formal, like the bow you gave me yesterday and only using my family name. Everyone here is pretty...relaxed about all that stuff, so you don't need to act all polite and everything. Just a tip".
"Oh. Well I seem a bit silly for presuming I had to, I guess. Thanks for the heads up...Osamu".
"No problem! So, onto the topic of discussion, what do YOU want to be when you finish here, William?"
"Well...I've always wanted to go into Politics..."
The discussion for the next ten minutes or so involves a back-and-forth political debate (We happen to fall on different positions on the Political spectrum, it seems), the school, class representative duties, what it feels like being an foreigner in Japan, and a host of other things we somehow manage to fit into a measly ten minutes. (Along with answering the register when your name was called, it seemed just like any Form session I'd be in at home)
By the end of the session we've actually made very little in the way of notes, but we seem to be fairly well acquainted with each other now, regardless. Quite surprising, giving it's been such a short amount of time, but he seemed to be interested in what I had to say, which was comforting.
Everyone's ears perked up at the sound of the bell signalling the end of the homeroom period, but no one moved. I guess we have History as our first lesson of the day, seeing as Takenaka isn't taking his leave.
"Right, people. As you may have guessed, you have History with yours truly for this period. The first module we're going to be covering is focused on the Roman Empire, specifically the transition from the Roman Republic into the aforementioned Empire. Turn to page 65 in your textbooks when you receive one and we'll start from there".
"Roman History? Well...can't say it's of any particular interest to me, but hey, it should at least be somewhat interesting...I hope I remembered to bring my reading glasses..."
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Finally, it's lunch. Given that I've just had several different lessons in the same room, it was really a different routine to what I was used to back home. The practice of your Teachers moving classes instead of students was certainly a foreign one to me, though one that I'm sure I'll get used to in due time.
"So, William, I take it you don't have any plans for lunch?"
"Nope. Nothing at all besides going for food, did you have something in mind?"
"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to take lunch with me? I remember you asked about the Library yesterday too, I could show you that afterwards if you'd like?"
"Sure, that'd be great Osamu. Shall we head for food then?"
Following my question, we both collect our things, and proceed to leave the classroom. The Science teacher gives me an apathetic nod as we pass him to leave the room (His name was Mutou, I think?)
As we enter the corridor, I look on in bemusement as I see one of the members of our class sprint off down the corridor, nearly hitting several people on the way. Surely a safety hazard?
"Isn't running in the halls like that against the rules?"
"Huh? Oh, well, yeah. Tell that to Emi, though. She's on the track team; I guess it's just part of her nature". Though I can say my surprise at this is born more out of someone that small being able to run that fast than someone defying the rules. I guess even at somewhere as safety-mad as Yamaku, you still get people who don't think first and act second.
Following some idle chit-chat as we walk the halls down towards the cafeteria, we receive our meals (I chose some bland-looking Rice-based dish) and promptly take our seats.
"They don't have much...variety in the food here, do they?"
"I take it you're used to more 'interesting' food where you come from?"
"No...It’s not that, it just all seems so...bland, I guess"
"Well everyone here has their own dietary requirements. Making elaborate meals to fit everyone's dietary and nutritional needs would be very difficult, William".
"Yeah...I guess you have a point, Osamu. I've always liked Rice, anyway..."
With that exchange over and my curiosity satiated, I set to solving my own hunger. Turns out the stuff here is filling enough, just not high-up on the taste meter. Not that I mind, I can head into the town and pick up some stuff for myself if I want to, so I don't have to subsist on the meagre food they're forced to serve here.
Osamu then moves his eyes rather sharply to his left, indicating me to follow them. He seems to be drawing my attention to two girls, eating their own lunches at the other side of the cafeteria. They're quite an...odd site. One, a 'bubbly' looking girl, has her hair dyed pink, in some sort of ridiculous style which must easily take an hour to sort out in the morning, and the other is a stern-looking, blue-haired, bespectacled girl. I then notice that the former girl is making strange looking hand-gestures as a form of what I imagine is communication. Sign-language I guess.
"What? Those two?".
"Yes. I thought I better give you fair warning. The blue-haired one is the President of the student council...they have a reputation for hounding new students to join them. Though you should be alright, seeing as you're not in their class. But if you see them, walk the other way and avoid them, William. I pity any pour soul who transfers into their class this year..."
"Erm...yeah, I'll make sure I do that, Osamu". "Ehh, they seem attractive enough...that says nothing for what they're like, though. No way am I joining the student council, this is my first day here! The pink one does seem to be one of those annoyingly happy people, also".
"Well, with that in mind, we have plenty of time left until the end of lunch, would you like me to show you the Library now?"
"Oh, yes, I'd like that. Thanks Osamu". We promptly take our used plates and cutlery up to the collection point, and leave the cafeteria, making sure to keep plenty of distance between ourselves and the student council duo. It's the only thing I'll be able to do in the future, as with me towering over most people I've seen in this school, I can't exactly hide from them.
"The Library isn't far, William, this way". Osamu leads the way, and I follow.
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"Oh...I...wow. This place is amazing". My awe at the sheer size of the library receives an amused chuckle from Osamu.
"Hmm, most people say that when they first see it. I think everyone forgets that this is a private school, and does get quite a lot of outside funding. Quite a fitting library, I think".
"Well, yeah, that makes sense, I guess".
"Anyway, I have some class representative duties to attend to, I'm sure you can find your way around here just fine. I'll see you back in class?"
"Oh, sure, don't let me keep you. See you later, Osamu".
With that, he leaves me in this fantastic looking library. With my reading of Japanese not being as great as I'd like, I wonder if they have any English-language books? Where's the librarian?
I stand at what I assume is the librarian's desk and ring the small bell present on it. I'm greeted by a mousy-looking brunette, wearing a small pair of glasses and looking extremely flustered.
"I'm sorry! You haven't been waiting long have you? I was just sorting through some new booksandIhaven'thadmuchtimetodomuchandsorry!" "Whoa...chill, I've only been here about 30 seconds".
"Erm, no, I haven't been waiting long, I'm sorry for interrupting your work".
"Nonono you don't have to apologise, it's my job and I was being negligent of my job and...sorry!" "I wonder if this behaviour has anything to do with me being a foreigner? I guess they don't get a lot of foreign students at Yamaku, not many I've seen yet anyway..."
"It's fine, you don't have to be so flustered. I'm just wondering if you have any English-language books here? You see, my Japanese reading isn't exactly the best. I can get through textbooks fine, but I imagine a novel would stump me right now".
"Erm..." She puts a finger to her lips and seems to go deep in thought, contemplating it for longer than I thought a librarian would really need to.
"Oh! Yes, we do. It's a small section but we have a nice selection of books and novels and everything...it's over that way, near the back". She points off into the deep section of the library near the back.
"Ah, right. Thank you, I'll bring back whatever I want to check out here, then". I leave in search of the section to what I can see is a relieved expression on her face. She really needs to calm down, she'll end up having a heart attack at the rate of worrying I've seen her display in the last minute or so.
Navigating past several different aisles and seating areas, I finally find the hidden away English-language section. This to my surprise is actually quite large. "Maybe they really do have more English-speaking students than I thought? Or maybe it's for students wanting to brush up on their English..."
Instantly spotting three books I've always wanted to read, but yet to get around to reading; Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings trilogy, I pick them off of the shelf and spot the time. "Well, I have about forty-five minutes until class starts again, it'd be a pain to go all the way back to my dorm...I'll make a start on Fellowship here I guess..."
Spotting a secluded area sporting several beanbags to sit down on, I promptly stake my claim to one of them, lower my bag to my side, and place the books neatly next to it. With a little too much excitement for a 19 year old, I quickly open to the first page of Fellowship and begin to draw myself into Middle-earth.
At least, as much as I can until I have the feeling of someone looking at me. Well, plus the fact that I just heard someone walking towards me and stopping. I look up to be greeted by a sheepish looking girl, with long purple hair (Where are all these people with strange coloured hair coming from?), and, from what I can make out at a distance, burns all over the right side of her face. "Well...god, that's not something you see every day. A purple-haired schoolgirl...with burns all over one side of her face".
I feel like I should say something, but merely noticing her seems to have set something off, as she looks extremely uncomfortable when I look at her. To be expected I suppose, given her state.
"Yes? Do you...need something?"
I see her take a sharp intake of air as I address her, and to my slight surprise she even seems to take a small step back, as if I was some authority figure accusing her of some heinous crime.
"I...no...I just..." The rest of her sentence is lost to me as she begins mumbling even quieter for my ears to pick up. "What a skittish girl...and I thought I was anxious introducing myself this morning!"
"Just...? I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you".
"...sit here". "Oh...I get it. She must usually take this spot when she's reading".
"You...normally sit here?" All I get in response is a quick, short nod, affirming my theory. I do notice however, that there's more than one beanbag here.
"Well...I apologise for taking your place. Do you mind if I stay here? There's more than one beanbag here, after all..."
"No...I...don't mind". "She certainly DOES seem to mind. I feel like me being here has terrified her".
"Well, that's good. Sorry, again. I'm new here; I just transferred in yesterday, so I didn't know someone had already claimed this spot before me. I'm William, yourself?" I gesture to her as I introduce myself; seemingly making her all the more scared of me.
"H...Hana..." She cuts herself off in the middle of what I presume is her name. "Wow, this is a seriously bad case. I don't even know if I'd be able to handle having to talk to someone like this on a regular basis".
"I...I'vegottagodosomething!" With that, at a pace I can only compare with Olympic sprinters, she dashes away from her spot and presumably, out of the library.
I put my book down in slight shock and ponder to myself. "What just happened? I didn't exactly do anything out of the ordinary...strange girl. Might be able to get more out of her if I frequent this spot, who knows? Would I even be able to handle someone as downright scared as that without just getting pissed off?"
Looking at the time, I notice that I've got about 10 minutes left to get back to class. I collect the books; check them out with the library card I received along with my room key, surprisingly without any incidents of apology from the librarian, and head back towards class 3-4.
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"I'll see you tomorrow Osamu! Thanks for showing me the Library by the way; I've got a long night of reading ahead of me". Thankfully, as it was the first day, we didn't receive any homework. Though my Japanese (I still find it difficult not to just call it an English lesson) teacher did recommend some pieces of literature to read in preparation for the next couple of weeks. My status as a foreign student taken into account, of course.
"No problem William. If you want, I'll show you around the town at some point this weekend?"
"Sure, that'd be great. I need to find out if they have a barber anyway".
"Oh they do have one; I'll show you whenever we end up going! Take care."
We depart each other as he heads off to his floor and I head off to mine. The dorms aren't arranged to group people from the same classes or year groups it seems. Not that I mind, I like the peace of mind sharing a hall with someone as (I assume) socially shut-in as Kenji is.
As I approach my room, speak of the devil...
"Who is it?!". "Well...who knows? Maybe I can have a normal conversation with him this time?"
"Hey, it's me, William. From this morning, remember?"
"...Oh, that foreigner guy. Yeah, I remember you". "Well, that's blunt. Blunt, but accurate, I guess".
"...Yes, it's me. How was your day?"
"Eventful my friend, eventful".
"Oh really? Get up to anything interesting?"
"Nothing I can divulge so whimsically, my friend".
"Top secret information, is it?"
"Dude, you have no idea. Some of the things I know...they'd get me killed if they ever found out!"
"'They'?"
"Okay, William, I'm going to divulge something so horrifying, so dangerous, that you have to swear not to tell anyone without my prior approval. ESPECIALLY Women, alright?"
"...Okay, I won’t tell a soul, Kenji". "What have I gotten myself into...?"
He leans in close to me, giving me the unfortunate pleasure of smelling his strange breath once again, and, in a whispered voice;
"The Women in this school are part of a worldwide Feminist conspiracy".
I let that sink in before I react to just how ridiculous a statement that is. I decide to humour him some more.
"What? Seriously? I've always thought something like that was going on with Feminism...but they're conspiring against us?!"
"I know, man. Blows your mind, doesn't it? But look at the bigger picture! This school, for example, has on average, about a 60-40 split in the number of men to women. That doesn't seem like a lot at first glance, right? But think about it, that's a whole 20%! They easily have superior numbers in case this cold war we're entrenched in turns hot!"
His whole body is now vividly animated. He's certainly passionate about the subject at least. Not a subject I'd like to be passionate about, mind you.
"I...wow. Yeah, when you look at it like that...shit, man. I never realised!"
"Yeah, dude. No one does, until it's too late...don't even get me started on those Feminazi bitches who run the student council!"
My mind goes back to Lunch, with Osamu's warning of staying away from the Student council president and her friend. His 'Feminazi' comment has me imagining a blue-haired, bespectacled Hitler addressing an army of like-minded women. A terrifying thought indeed.
"Yeah, man. I've already been warned against them by my comrade in class. We can build up a resistance in due time, my friend." He seems completely surprised at the fact that someone else (Though, not in the way he believes) has warned me against talking to them.
"No shit? Well, my brother, the day will come where they finally begin their plan of world domination. We'll be there! We shall fight in the dorms! We shall fight in the classrooms! We shall fight in the cafeteria! We shall-"
"Yes, yes, we shall. But first, I have to go relax and read. You keep up the good fight, Kenji. 'Ya hear!" "I have this guy hooked! Well, he'll be good for some amusement".
"Oh...alright, brother. Remember; never let your guard down around women! Later."
With that, he returns to his room and proceeds to lock his silly amount of locks. No doubt to block access to any armed Feminist who happens to come across him. "Well, no time to waste, best get into Fellowship some more".
I return to my room, relax, and for the next few hours, spend my time fully engrossed in the magical world of Tolkien’s creation, before; giving into my brain's call for sleep, retire to my bed.
"Interesting first day...well, I've got some stuff to do, at least. Humour Kenji on a regular basis, check out the town with Osamu at some point, and attempt not to scare off that burned girl I saw in the Library. Yamaku is an odd place so far..."
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This chapter really did end up longer than I thought it was going to be. As usual, Reviews/Feedback/Criticism is appreciated AND encouraged!
'Till next time.
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GibGabGoo on Mon Mar 05, 2012 2:42 pm, edited 1 time in total.
