| Girl’s Bathroom |
That Morita girl had gotten to school early.
5:45AM to be exact.
The gates were still closed. What should she do? She paced back and forth before the entrance, arms crossed, lips pursed into slivers as she pondered the possibilities. Maybe she could sneak in? No, that's not right. She couldn't have her reputation tarnished right from the start. Well, nobody would notice, right? And who would admonish an eager student? Right? Wouldn't she be setting a good example for her classmates, coming here so early on the first day? Besides, when she took the tour of this high school during the open house, there were all sorts of nooks and crannies where she could hide. Right? Right. It was settled. Morita nodded firmly to herself. She'd jump the gate. Taking a few steps back and gripping her messenger bag with a knuckle-bleaching intensity, she readied herself and assumed the track runner's starting position. Three, two one...
Jingle. The custodian had unlocked the gates, not even bothering to give Morita a weird look. Well. That was unexpectedly pleasant. Humming a cheerful little tune
, she stepped through the gates in a perfectly average manner. There was nothing to see here, just a schoolgirl going to school. Move along, move along.
She entered the building without any incident, heading straight for the library. Which was locked. All right, no trouble there. Computer lab, then. Also locked. Empty classrooms? Locked, locked, locked. What room in this damn place wasn't
locked? In mild irritation, she shoved the door to the girl's bathroom open. Watch this be locked too--ooo? She nearly lost her balance, and would've fallen flat on her face if her fingers weren't still wrapped around the door. Well...at least it wasn't locked. Right? She heaved a sigh and steadied herself, then entered the stall all the way at the end of the ladies' restroom. Handicapped stall. Nice little spot, this place. It even had one of those fancy new toilets that sprayed water when you pushed a button, not that she needed to use it right now. She kept it in mind nonetheless. She locked the stall door behind her, hanging her bag on the little hook behind the door and pulling out a book from one of the bag's pockets. A light novel to be precise. It was the latest release; Morita dove into it like a druggie on crack, absorbing every word into her very skin as she sat cross-legged atop the toilet seat.
Before long, she began to hear voices outside the door. Menacing voices. They were interrupting her reading. Pouting, she closed her novel and listened in. If they were going to be so loud, how could she help but eavesdrop? It sounded like a bunch of girls were ganging up on a little lady by the name of Sakura. Standard middle school melodrama. This was high school, though. Things like this...how childish. Ah well. Kids would be kids. Going out to save the day now would've been suicide, since Morita was severely outnumbered. She waited patiently, silently, until all the girls had left, until the only sound was the tearful sobbing of the victim.
Click. Sakura peered up through her tears, eyes wide with fright from the sound. There stood an average looking girl with red-rimmed glasses, holding up a somewhat bulky looking camera. How horrible! Why would someone take a picture of her in this state? She thought things couldn't get worse, and now this girl was going to blackmail her, or worse, spread that terrible photo all over the scho--
Morita kneeled down and held the finished roll of film to her. "Sakura-taaaan,"
she cooed softly, a hint of a playful giggle in her soft-spoken voice, "that won't do at all. Not at all! That was such a waste. A girl who's finally become a woman should be smiling, you know?"
She grasped Sakura's hand gently and pressed the roll into her palm. "Sakura's such a pretty name, very feminine. It suits a lovely lady like yourself. Mine is a little more...rough, should I say?"
She bowed her head slightly in a polite greeting. "Morita Yasu, Morita as in Morita Shinobu and Yasu as in Takagi Yasushi. Ara, both men. Isn't it a shame for a woman to be named after men?"
She failed to mention that the two names she recited were both from two different manga, both of which were created long after her birth. The similarity in their names was a mere coincidence. "Just call me Yasumo. Now come on, clean yourself up and let's get to the auditorium. It'd be a shame to miss the opening ceremonies when the faculty puts so much effort into it for us kids."
She pulled the still sniffling Sakura off the ground with a light tug of her arms and handed over a clean handkerchief.
---[ Class 1-D]
Yasumo had split up with a moderately less dreary Sakura after the opening ceremonies. Join the Occult Club. Yasumo had been holding back bursting into an uncontrollable laughter since the end of the opening ceremony, to the point where she was near tears. What a riot! When she realized that this over-the-top teacher was, in fact, her
teacher, she couldn't help but be overjoyed. This year would be extremely interesting. She just had
to get herself elected class president with this group. It was a necessity...no. It was a matter of life and death!
She took a deep breath and ceased her laughter, toning it down to the occasional giggle. Sliding the door to the classroom open, she entered the room with a cheery smile, gently closing the door behind her. Ah, there were students here already. Two boys conversed in that American tongue, and a boy-girl pair pestered a very proper(and pretty) looking young lady. Others slept or had blank looks of the lights-on-but-nobody's-home type. One girl in particular that seemed to be talking to herself and had hauled in a guitar was sitting in a nice, sunny spot. Wasn't that the exuberant girl that agreed to join that Occult Club right away? The two boys that were conversing in English had already approached her. Yasumo dropped her bag in the front-and-center seat. She already had every intention to be the straight-A role model for her classmates and underclassmen, and voluntarily choosing the top-nerd seat spoke leagues of her intentions. She then stepped over to the back of the room with a light chuckle. "Ahaha, how mean, to question her talent before you even introduced yourself,"
she scolded Aileron playfully; the tone of her voice was nothing more than light teasing. She looked at the presumably musical female with a pleasant smile. "Surname Morita, given name Yasu. Such a masculine name for a scrawny little thing like me!"
Yasumo let out a little chuckle. She seemed to enjoy her boyish name more than she let on, even though her demeanor was far from manly. Her attention was on all three classmates now. "Just call me Yasumo. That goes for the rest of you, too. What are your names?"