31 Transfer Students.....and a limo. (1/2)

Walking back into the private box, I noted that the lovey-dovey atmosphere between Toku and Pika had finally calmed down a bit. My entry attracted the attention of all four people and their heads turned from the food.

”Hey sis, you look like you met yakuza or something.” Toku uncannily guessed while taking in my confused state.

My little brother is freaking me out, it's as if he knew everything that happened or something.

”Hmmmm…..yeah, I met two of them out in the parking lot,” I confirmed. ”One was being really annoying so I beat him up, the other one was pretty polite though.”

The room froze, except for my father. Did time stop for us? It's as if he's the only one moving...

”Yuri, you're just like your mother. Trouble just loves you.” My father said as if expecting something happening to me. ”Hah…..reminds me of when I first met her…..she was being chased by the mafia and the yakuza at the same time! I fell in love instantly, she was so cool.”

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My father has some…...weird tastes.

But at least I now know why my mother consistently urged me to learn karate and kendo with her while I was only six. I always thought that it was a bit weird.

Toku finally gathered his thoughts and lowered his chopsticks to his bowl before nodding his head.

”Yup yup. Just another day for my big sis, nothing to be surprised about. Here Pika, this fish is really good.” He robotically spoke as he forcefully added food into his girlfriend's bowl.

H-hey Toku, Pika's still frozen…..with her chopsticks halfway to her mouth.

Oh crap, I feel a dark aura coming from Kai…...let's not look his direction for now…..

”Anyways…...it's not a big deal yeah? Let's get on with dinner, there's still school tomorrow.” I hesitantly stated, trying to ease the tension a bit.

Thankfully, everything slowly went back to being normal after a while. Toku walked Pika back to her house with a happy grin while holding her hand.

Man, so cute. Youth at its finest huh.

The rest of us simply went straight home and jumped in our beds to go to sleep. Today was a pretty tiring one after all.

Hope nothing goes wrong at school tomorrow...

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”I'll be leaving then!” I cheerfully shouted into the kitchen before hopping on my bike and rapidly pedaling to school.

Ah.....I simply hate Mondays, they're so depressing. Most kids my age would probably be squirming and gushing on about enjoying their 'high school' life but…..that's not really my thing. I don't want to go to high school in the first place. If it wasn't for my dad's constant hounding, I would be at home playing Sapphire or getting an interesting job somewhere. It's not like I need to money, but I've always wondered what working would feel like. It can't be that hard right? I know some people my age who are already running their own businesses, but I suppose it's because they aren't really normal people. Take Eugene for example…...what a crazy guy. Those yakuza looked only a few years older than me as well…..

A flash of confusion suddenly passed through my brain. Wait what? The so-called yakuza yesterday looked as if they were in college! That doesn't make much sense….

Unless they aren't 'yakuza' in the first place.

Pieces of the puzzle clicked together in my head as I rationally thought everything over.

Hah. I understand what's happening now. If I'm correct, those people weren't yakuza at all.

I dryly grinned. Well, that's fine, now that I know what they are up to I can be alert ahead of time.

The school came into my sight as I took a sharp turn. My thoughts slowly drifted back to the new transfer students that were going to be introduced into my class.

Oh crap, don't I have a party to attend this evening?!?!

Uwaaaaaaa...…..I'm so screwed...…

You know what, I don't care anymore. I'm just gonna walk in wearing casual clothes and walk right out after the main event. Eugene better not be expecting more because I won't be giving him any. I don't have time to care about him anyways, what happens…..happens.

With that thought, I locked up my bike and strode into the school. Casually ignoring the shrieking girls and the fancy black limousine that was parked in the front...

…...WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU COME TO SCHOOL IN A LIMO?!

Is someone lacking some common sense? Dude, I know this is the country's most prestigious school, but even this is too overboard. I've just gotten used to the sports cars and now you're bringing in a red carpet and some butlers.

I should ask dad if I can transfer.

Briskly jogging into my class fifteen minutes before homeroom, I barely had enough time to wipe clean my desk and prepare for class. On the bright side, since new people were coming to school, nobody bothered with me.

You know, sometimes I forget I actually get bullied. When did that start again? I wonder why I haven't bothered to stop them....oh, I remember now.

Just as I was about to go down memory lane, my thoughts were interrupted by the homeroom teacher who loudly slammed her hand against the blackboard.

…...This is a prestigious school, right?

”Listen up kids! We have two new students today,” She noisily yelled while gesturing to someone in the hall. ”Please give them your whole-hearted attention!”