Additional disclaimer: Some lines and conversations are copypasted from KS itself, but those events should occur less as the story progresses. And lower your expectations before reading! Thanks! Oh, and H-Scenes are turned off. And don't mind any grammatical errors, I already get enough of correcting that in doing papers ._. unless you point them out so I don't have to find them before I fix them
3rd disclaimer: The first chapter (and most of chapter two) are essentially minor revisions of the original introduction of KS. I will probably rewrite them later, after I finish chapter 3, so don't take them so seriously
Chapter 2!
Chapter 3!
Chapter 4!
Chapter 5! (Prologue)
Chapter 6!
I approached the gate with a feeling of foreboding. I wasn't even sure how I ended up in this position to begin with. The person I was with, however, knew his situation at least.
"Awwh crap, why do I have to go back to school? The rest of the guys at Teufort are at least as dumb as me!" Scout moaned as he walked next to me.
"Well, unlike your team, you don't have a high school diploma. Why Helen decided to ship you to the other side of the world to get said diploma is an enigma, however." I replied.
"Bah, dumbass Announcer. Well, let's get this crap started than." Scout said as he pushed the gate open and allowed me to pass. We walked down the greenery-lined path to what looked like the main building, since it was the biggest. Once we were inside, the only person inside the lobby looked up and stared at us for a bit. Scout and I returned the stare for a moment, wondering why he was staring at us. After a few seconds, the man shook his head and extended his hand.
"Ah, you must be the new foreign students. I apologize for the awkwardness, Yamaku doesn't really get much foreigners. I'm Mutou Akio."
A bit dumbfounded, I extend my hand and exchange the very definition of a neutral handshake. Scout mirrors my handshake, and Mutou continues his introduction.
"Well, class has already started, and you're going to be in my class. Do you want to introduce yourselves?" Mutou asks.
Mulling it over, I decide I might as well. The best person to give a first impression is yourself.
"Sure, why not? What about you, Scout?" I ask.
"Derr, of course. Gotta spread the word about the fastest man this side of the globe!" Scout responded in his signature yet annoying Boston accent.
"Excellent, now if you'll follow me." Mutou said. We follow him up two flight of stairs and end up in a hallway with a slightly creepy painting on the intersection ahead of us. Pushing open a door labeled 3-4, he enters, beckoning us to follow. I spare a glance at Scout and shrug, going through the door as well and him following me.
Inside, I'm greeted by the sight of about 15ish pairs of expectant eyes staring at me and Scout. Getting that feeling of familiarity, I decide to examine the scene anyways. I notice one girl with a STUMP for a hand, a guy with a pretty thick cane leaning against him, as well as a fat guy all the way in the back of the class. What catches my eye however, is this cute girl with pink hair...I'm not sure what to describe said hair though. She seemed to make a few hand gestures to the girl next to her, a blue-haired girl with glasses that seems to be analyzing me and Scout. I snap out of my reverie when I hear Mutou say something about new classmates.
"...and here is your two new classmates." Mutou finishes.
Caught off guard, I'm forced to do this introduction on an improv manner.
"Umm...hey there. My name is Guido. I'm from uh...New York, all the way down in the United States. I like to run and eat...and by eat I mean like a lot. ANd I do hope I don't get on any of you guy's bad side this year." I say lamely, mentally punching myself for that last line. Scout, sensing that it's his turn to speak, steps up.
"Sup, I got a name, but you can call me Scout. I come from a place where you'd be dead if you were from there, Boston, Massachusetts. Like my friend Guido here, I like to run as well, but I also love bonkin'." Scout enthusiasically says as he does his trademark taunt in tune with the last sentence. Luckily for him, no one asks to elaborate on 'bonkin'', something that would surely go against his contract if he did explain. Mutou takes over from there, going off to say the usual things that teachers say when new students arrive like being nice to them and whatnot. When he finishes, he motions for us to come to him.
"We're going to be doing some group work today, so that'll give you two a chance to talk with everyone. Is that okay with you?" Mutou asks.
"Yeah it's fine." "It's cool." Scout and I respond simultaneously.
"That's good, you two can work with Hakamichi. She's the class representative. She can explain anything you might want to know. And who else would be able to do that better, right?"
Leaving us standing awkwardly, he grabs a pile of papers and announces that we'll be doing this assignment in groups of three to four. As he does this, Scout whispers, "Umm, who's Hakamichi?" to me. Realizing that Scout was actually quicker on the uptake mentally for once, I drop my head. But the teacher seems to notice my helpless expression.
"Oh yeah, that's Hakamichi. Shizune Hakamichi." He says as he walks back to his desk.
As he says her name, the cute girl with the pink her and cool gold eyes waves to me. Scout and I grab desks near her, than pull them closer so none of us are at an awkward angle.
"Soo, I take it you're Hakamichi. Nice to meet you." I said.
"Hahaha~!" The girl laughs, catching me and Scout off guard. "It's nice to meet you, too! But~! I'm not Hackamichi, I'm Misha! This is Hakamichi, Shicchan~!" She said.
Giggling, she gestures to the blue haired girl who I noticed signing before. Apparently, she had been staring at us the whole time. She nods to show that she knows me and Scout are there, if only barely. Taking a closer look, I see that her eyes match her hair; they're both a nice shade of dark blue.
"Nice to meet you as well." I said, not wanting to seem rude. "Likewise." Scout echoes after me.
Misha gestures something to Shizune when the two of us said that. Shizune then replied with a few gestures of her own. Suddenly, I'm caught wondering if the teacher was trolling when he said "explain anything you might want to know" and "who else would be able to do that better". Looking at Scout, he tilts his head slightly, signifying that he's having the same thoughts I am.
"I can see why you're confused, right? But I see why you'd think I was Shicchan?" Misha interjects, noticing our less than bright expressions. "Shicchan is deaf, so I'm her translator, basically. She says its nice to meet you, too!" She exclaims enthusiastically, giving us a matching smile to boot.
Noticing a couple of signs from Shizune, Misha replies with signs of her own, although she attempts to include us in their conversation.
"You two must be the new students, aren't you? Well, Shicchan, of course they are! If they weren't, they wouldn't be up there, would they, right? Right~! They seem like interesting people, especially since they're not from here! We didn't expect them to come so soon, right Guids?"
Noticing the same goddamn nickname that's plagued me for a while, I cringe. Noticing my displeasure, Scout uses it to his advantage.
"HA! Guids? Really?" Scout asks in disbelief.
"Yup~! It fits, doesn't it?" Misha replies. I really shouldn't have done anything. Too bad it's a reflex for me. Looks like even across the Pacific, that nickname will follow me.
"Yeah no." I sullenly respond.
"Nope! You look just like someone whose nickname is Guids!" Misha says. Still wondering why every girl I meet loves to call me that, I mentally sigh.
"Why does this always happen to me?" I mumble.
Noticing a tap from Shizune, Misha turns to her to get her signs. Turning back to us, Misha says "Shicchan wants you to know that she's the class rep, so if there's anything you guys need to know, you can feel free to ask her. If you'd like, we can take you on a tour of the school after class?"
No shit, it's not like Mutou said that to begin with. But I repress the urge to be an asshole on my first day of foreign High School. Turning back to Scout, who's been uncharacteristically quiet this whole time, he nods and says something I'd figure he say.
"Well maybe we don't need your stinkin' help!" He exclaimed.
"Asking for help is normal! Don't act like you learned everything about Yamaku in the time it took to get to class!" Misha responded with the same amount of enthusiasm. Sensing how a debate could form from this, I quickly interject to save the conversation.
"Yes, yes, we could use the tour." I say, nudging Scout in the ribs in an effort to make him shut up. He does shut up, only for Misha to continue talking.
"Ah, and another thing, you don't have to call Shicchan something so formal like Hakamichi or class rep all the time! Just call her Shicchan~!"
Noticing Shizune blushing, and at the same time me remembering my crappy recollection of Japanese culture about nicknames or something like that, Misha scrambles to fix her mistake.
"Okay, maybe a bit too casual! Maybe Shizune would be the most appropriate?" After receiving a few signs from Shizune, she verifies that Shizune's fine being called Shizune.
"Ok, that's fine with us. In the U.S., we call people by their first names usually anyways. So it's no biggy." I said.
These two girls seem like cool people, and I wonder why I felt apprehensive about this whole situation to begin with. I'm still not sure how I ended up in this school of all places though. But I decide to ponder that later on.
"Oh, we should work on the assignment now, or Shicchan will get mad." Misha says.
Looking down at the paper, I notice that there's way too many problems, and by that I mean there's problems to do at all.
"Ahh, okee let's get started than." I say, taking the hint from Shizune's impatient glance at me.
Starting the assignment, it becomes painfully obvious that Scout and I are essentially dead weight, Scout moreso than me. His time at Teufort doesn't really leave much space left in his brain for anything that doesn't involving separating kneecaps from their joints with a bat. Somehow, our group finish the assignment first even with our late start. I take note of this efficiency for later. But while we were working, the personalities of both Misha and Shizune became a bit more prevalent. Shizune gave off that businessman vibe, with the no emotions look and attention to detail. Misha, on the other hand, is loud and easily distracted, much like Scout.
The lunch bell (or what I'm assuming is the lunch bell) rings, signalling the mad dash for food. Since I still had no idea where to go, I follow a beckon from Misha down the stairs and into the lobby and straight into the cafeteria, with Scout right behind me. The cafeteria looks like any other cafeteria I've ever been in, with long tables for the students and an entire wall consisting of windows.
"It's the cafeteria~!" Misha shouts. I give Misha a look that's meant to say "Really?" while Scout facepalms because of the fail in the air. Misha seems unfazed by our reactions however, and leads us to the line. Reading the menu, I notice all the selection of food, but than noticing that it was mainly for the kids with special dietary needs, I become slightly crestfallen. Scout, not even bothering to read the menu, grabs a couple of hot dogs and a chocolate milk. Since I'm not a cultural dolt like him, I decide to try the miso soup. Following Misha and Shizune to a table, I begin to sip the soup, only to be poked by Misha. I tilt my head quizically. Misha points at Shizune.
"Do you want to know something?" Misha asks.
"Que?" I reply.
"About anything! We are your guides after all, and you should ask if there's something on you or Scout's mind!"
Huh, now that I think about it, there is something I want to ask about. But before I can ask, Scout decides to ask something first.
"So, how'd Shizune become de-" Scout begins to ask, before I nudge him in the ribs again to stop a potentially awkward situation.
"You might want to learn some tact, man. You don't ask shit like that the first time you meet anyone." I whisper.
"Well, I was curious? Whadja expect?" Scout whispers back. Glaring at me, he goes back to his hot dog.
"I was wondering where the library was?" I ask to Misha, "I've been trying to catch up on my reading, so I'd like to check it out."
I receive a frown from her that indicates she doesn't think much of reading, but she quickly resumes her usual smile.
"There is~! It's on the second floor, we can show it to you sometime!"
"Thanks, I guess." Letting the conversation die out, Misha and Shizune begin to sign to each other. Since neither Scout nor I can understand them, we turn to each other to discuss the best ways of Spy-checking people. While we talk, I notice the two girls glancing at me and Scout every so often, but Misha doesn't translate for us. Wondering what they were talking about for a second, I get knocked back to Earth with Scout's idiotic suggestion that shoving every member of the team towards his respawn would be the best Spycheck ever. Distracted by said idiocy, I proceed to berate Scout for his brainlessness for the rest of the lunch period.
A half hour later, the four of us arrive at our classroom again, a bit earlier than expected. I notice a dark haired girl slumped on her desk at the back of the room. I feel like I've seen her when I first walked in, but didn't really see anything out of the ordinary from her. However, when Misha bumps into the desk in the front of the room with a loud 'CRASH', she flinches. However, Shizune and Misha pay no mind to her reaction and continue to their seats, signing all the while. I start to wonder about her for a bit, before Scout challenges me to a quick game of Tic-Tac-Toe using some spare napkins he found in his pocket.
An hour or so later, I find myself waiting with anticipation for the bell to ring again, just like at my old school. School really does suck. When the bell finally rings, I immediately bounce up and grab my things, ready to make a bolt for my dorms. However, I hear Misha call my name before I can make it out the door.
"Guids, we can't show you the school today, we have a lot of work to do. I'm sure you and Scout can figure things out yourself." She says as she packs up.
"It's cool, me and Scout need to head to our dorms anyway, do all the unpacking and ishh." I reply. Running out the door with Scout in tow, we stop once we leave the front door, realizing that neither of us know where the dorms are. After getting directions from a nearby student, we race towards the building, which is conveniently only a small distance away from the school building. There's a garden in between the dorms and school, something me and Scout plow through without regard for the path. Finally reaching the building, we both stop and catch our breath for a moment.
"Goddamn man, you're way too fast." I say in between breaths.
"You just got fricken OWNED! You can't stop me, man. I'm a Force-a-Nature!" Scout brags, a bit winded himself.
"Yeah, alright. THere's probably a person in this school that can outrun your ass."
"Sureee, there's gonna be someone in a school of CRIPPLES who can beat me. Yeah, keep dreaming, moron."
Entering the building, we wander for a bit in the search for rooms 115 and 119, the rooms Scout and I will be occupying, respectively. After finding our rooms, I decide to point something out to Scout.
"Hey, y'know how's there's another room between ours?"
"Yeah, what about it though?"
"Well, we're gonna be living here for a year, we might as well introduce ourselves to our neighbor."
"Ehh, you got a point there." Agreeing with me, Scout knocks on room 117. After hearing what sounds like an unusual amount of locks unlocking, the door opens to reveal a boy with really thick glasses staring at Scout.
"Who is it?" He asks. He leans in closer to Scout until it looks like he's about to kiss him. Scout than leaps back, probably thinking the same thing.
"What the hell man, we just knock on your door and you try to kiss me?" Scout yells.
"What? Hell no man I don't roll that way. I just wanted to see what you looked like!" The eyeglass kid responds. He does have a point, he must have horrible vision if his glasses are thick. I interject before Scout can get in another word.
"Well, I'm Guido, and this is Scout. We're moving in the rooms next to you, and thought we'd introduce ourselves." I say.
"Oh, 'sup guys? The name's Kenji" The kid replies. He extends a hand out to me, and I take it. His hand is really sweaty somehow, and I quickly wipe it on my pants after I let go. Scout does the same thing, realizing his hand is sweaty after shaking it and opts to rub it on the wall.
"Well, there were some suspicious people going in and our of your room earlier. There was this one woman, with glasses, going in and out of 115. She had this behemoth of a man, like seriously he was built like a gorilla, following him around. I guess that's her bodyguard." Kenji says, oblivious to our discomfort.
"Oh, that must've been Ms. Pauling and Heavy, they mentioned something about unpacking for me when we arrived here." Scout says back, now squirming around for some reason.
"You must have some odd friends than, Scout. I wouldn't let anyone touch my stuff." Kenji says, "I only trust myself".
Unsure of where to go with this conversation, I come up with an excuse to get away from Kenji.
"Well, I've gotta go in my room and unpack. I don't have the luxury of having others unpack my crap for me." I say as I try to sidle around Kenji.
"Yeah, I gotta make sure my stuff's intact as well. Knowing Heavy, he probably ate all my goddamn food before he left." Scout adds as well.
"Oh, well never mind than." Kenji says with a huff. Slamming the door behind him, me and Scout exchange WTF expressions. Deciding to figure this moment out later, I unlock the door to room 119, and leave Scout to do his thing.
Looking at my new home for the next year, I take note of the plain-ness of everything. Beige walls, white bedsheets, a wooden desk and chair, and some drab looking curtains. Huh, everything I expected from a dorm. Noticing my luggage laid out on the floor, I get to work unpacking my clothes and school supplies. This takes up most of the evening and some of the night, as I start to debate where to place my Halo posters and the map of Skyrim I bought with me.
Inside the closet, I find a few sets of the school's uniform. Whoever put my stuff in here must've been thorough in making sure I was prepared for the school year, even if I don't recall shelling out money for the uniforms. Boosted by this stroke of luck, I start to call it an early night, changing into my sleepwear and shutting the curtains. Realizing that there is nothing to do in this room, I make a mental note as I drift off into sleep to grab some books or something tomorrow. Before sleep overtakes me, I get in one last thought.
"Huh, when I thought I was doing this foreign exchange program, no one explained that I was going to a school for the disabled. Meh. Doesn't seem all too different to me so far."
With that, I fall asleep.
