Kirin Private School, Fukushima, Japan

There are many school options in the world as it stand here in the year 2015, and of course each school has it's own strengths and weaknesses. There are some schools which are the usual free and must attend, there are some where one has to pay out of the ass to attend, and even further, schools where unless your family is rich, or on a damn good scholarship, you are not gaining entry. This particular school is between the latter of the last two options, and our story begins with a young girl being currently driven in a black limo towards her destination, Kirin Private School.

As she sits in the back looking out of the window, perhaps admiring the view one may believe, but her hesitant sigh soon after would change your mind. Being in her second year she had just been transferred here, for her own reasons of course as not many may find out. As she sighs she runs her hand down her light, blonde ponytail, while fretting the time away. Her face has a pale, but beautiful complexion while her green eyes stand out brightly, yet darkly as the color seems to fade into a more blue like sphere. She has not adorned the basic school uniform as of yet, but instead wore a lovely shade of pink in a dressshirt with a cotton like belt wrapped around her waist which shows off her figure as skinny as she is. Her legs and arms are as pale as her face whilst her silver colored high heels clashed well with her pink skirt. Around her list lay what seems to be a diamond bangle which she stares at now that she has become bored playing with her own hair as the driver notices this young lady's hesitance.

The driver is garbed with what looks like the regular wear for a butler or servant complete with the black round hat, and wearing a stereotypical mustache, grey in color. As he partly looks in the mirror as he drives, he speaks to this girl in the backseat. “I realize you are upset that your father could not of brought you himself, but you must understand that he always has been pulled into meeting on short notice, young miss.” He says in an attempted soothing tone.

The girl looks away from him and gazed right back at the window where she at least felt some peace. “What does it matter, it’s not like I’m used to it anyway, so please just drive, Jeeves.” Yes he even has the stereotyped name although maybe she calls him that as a nickname..

The driver sighs and shakes his head in dismissal. He must have gone over the subject many times with her, but she never takes anything he said towards the matter well at all. “Well, Miss Hakumei, we are almost there. I presume you are ready for this?” He asked knowing the answer would be filled with, ‘hiding true feelings over confidence.’

“Of course I am. It’s just another school, and in two years it will be history like everything else in the world.” She said dismissively as she continues to bottle up her problems concerning her father. Knowing that was the end of her speech, Jeeves did not speak another word until the school came into view.

The school was in view not many minutes later, and it looked beautiful. The building seems like it was only built yesterday, and the large beds of flowers scattered around perpendicular to the roads made the final road towards the school all the more welcoming. The main building where class is to be held lies in front while the female and male dormitories lie behind it. As the car slowed it’s speed traveling forward one could make out the fine detail laden in the gate of the school. Well carved craftsmanship of the artisan level must of etched out the gates decorations by hand while adorned with etches of flowers, books and at the top what seemed to be a diploma. After breaching the gate one could see in the distance a large football field which seemed to double as a soccer field. While one would say that it is quite ordinary, the fact that the entire field looks like it is rebuilt every night reminds one of how prestigious this school is. On the other side of the school seemed to be where smaller sports took place as when Hakumei turned around, she saw the field which mostly grabbed her attention, the tennis court. It is not long though before it is out of sight by the time the car reaches the circle lot where students were to be dropped off or picked up.

She stalled for a moment by looking behind the backseat window, staring down the road, but after a moment she cast that look away as the Jeeves opened the car door for her. “Well, it looks better than I had thought.” She said calmly with a pompous attitude.

“Please young miss, try and get along.” The driver said as he closed the door behind her. “Now, your bags, as you know, have been already taken to your dorm room, and as well has been unpacked and ready for you as requested, would you like me to accompany you towards your dorm, or are you ready to say goodbye here?” He asked although he was aware what the answer was going to be.

“Here is fine, Jeeves.” She said as she gave a small bow.

“My, not even a hug?” He asked jokingly.

“I am not eight years old anymore.” She said matter of factly.

“Very well.” He said he walked back to the driver side of the car. “Please do try and have a good time here, and should you need anything do not hesitate to call.”

“Noted Jeeves.” She said as she walked away towards the female dormitories leaving a saddened Jeeves behind, and with a small saddened expression on his face, he got into the car and drove off.

Hakumei was already in the female dorms, which were just as beautiful as the schooling building. It seemed to be made of concrete, but with colors adorning the windows giving it that female look. She was surprised to see a small line formed at security. As she passed by them she heard several girls whom have had trouble with their locks, or already had lost their key. “Simplistic morons.” She thought to herself as she walked the stairs to the second floor. She walked down the hall while occasionally looking at a door to find her number. The hallway was floored with a red carpet, which she noticed was much nicer then the first floor. Rooms were made across from one another, seemingly a size of 7 by 9 for each room. After only a few minutes she had found where she would be staying for the next two years, presumably. Sighing she used her key to unlock her door, and walked into her room. “They over did it, of course.” She complained as she looked around her room. It seems whoever made her room for her had already decorated the walls and shelves to their desire, and as she takes all this in she noticed a small note on the desk.

Dear, Millia, I’m sorry I could not be there with you on your face day out there. I feel terrible that I had to leave you, but when the boss says jump, I must jump. I do hope you like how it’s decorated as I did it myself for you two weeks ago. Please do enjoy your stay, and contact James about anything you may need. I would say contact myself, but I will be away in Europe for a few months…again I am sorry. Your mother sends her love as well you know, and perhaps she may have the chance to visit you sometime soon. Again please have a good time, and study well.
Love, Dad.

Millia huffed as she crumbled the bit of paper in her hand and threw it in the nearby bin. “Yea, nice job again father.” She said as she laid upon her new bed, her new home, and attempted to take a nap.

Amber Hanabi Reed took a long drag from the blunt in her hand and held the smoke in as long as possible while breathing in deep through her nose. She let it out slowly and looked back down to the paper in her hand. Her report card from last year. Good grades in everything. Phys ED? B-, Though considering her father's life teaching should have been better. Science? B+, The mad scientist in her was displeased but meh. Mathematics? B. Everything else? B-'s to B+'s. Except for Literature. That was her highest grade it always was usually she'd have an A+ but last year. A just an A cause the teacher, her own mother no less, was an over critical bitch sometimes. Everyone in the school loved her mother to bits. The other students, The rest of the staff. Even the dean. To all of them her mother was some kind of goddess. None of them knew how much of a slave driver the woman was. No one knew how much of a damn crazy bitch her mother was. None of them knew that her socialite life loving mother was a slave to societies views. Bridgette Akiko Reed nee Dintress was an evil manipulative perfectionist. Ok maybe that was over doing it but she was angry. She had gotten so damn tired of her mother's bull shit she stopped applying herself as much. She could probly have A's across the bored instead of mostly B's but she didn't give ashit anymore. Beyond her every day school work she was going to take online Harvard courses. But screw that why try it wouldn't get her anything. And then her mother gave her a damn A in the one class she truly enjoyed and applyed herself to. Amber took another long drag from her blunt as she stared out the large open window that looked down to the front court yard and drive of the prestigious Kirin Academy. She noticed a long black limo pull up. Great another stuck up bitch or bastard to join the ever growing group. She pulled her bird watching binoculars infront of her and looked at the young figure that exited the door held open by a distinguished looking man, a butler or driver no doubt. It was a young woman. Her blonde hair and green to blue eyes caught Amber's attention.

"Wow." Amber mumbled aloud without realizing it. Who ever the girl was she was a pretty thing. Her clothes were nice though amber would never be caught in such an outfit. She was too much of a tomboy. Even knowing her 5'6'', 115 lbs. frame with its decent hips and c cup bust would be better suited to dresses she would never wear such unless forced by her brother or grand parents. Even right now she was lounging in sweat pants and a sports bra and nothing else. As if her mother could see her. Pfff She was over thinking things again. She began wondering where this new girl would be put when she heard the door on the other side of the hall be opened. It had belonged to a final year girl just last year. Amber dashed quickly to the door and opened it just a little and in time to see the Girl she saw outside enter the dorm room across the hall.

"Interesting." Amber said to herself. She shook her head and walked back to her windowsill bench and decided to finish her blunt and then sleep on the thoughts of this new girl.

"I wonder what she's like?" she asked the air. She rolled her eyes she was talking to herself again. Then again she was a recluse such things were common among those like her. Amber shook her head she'd sleep then get a late dinner in the dining hall. Tomorrow was the first day of the new year and though she didn't know why she should care she'd be damned if she wasn't prepared.

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Suddenly the door burst open. “Amber Hanabi Reed…Come with me.” The startling visitor was none other than the dean himself. Amber fumbled to put out her blunt as quickly as possible, but rushing only made things worse. She tried to put off exhaling the puff she took right before she was so rudely interrupted, but her lungs were screaming for oxygen. Finally she let the smoke pour from her mouth, forming an impressive cloud.

The dean stood in the doorway unfazed by what he’d seen. That couldn’t be good. Amber probably had a stack of questions taller than Mount Fuji, but she kept her mouth shut. Afterall she’d just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she didn’t want to accidently say something to incriminate her even further.

Dazed from the shock of it all she followed the dean but didn’t pay any attention to where they were going. “Have a seat Miss Reed.” The dean’s voice snapped her back to reality. Realizing they were in his office she did as she was told, taking the seat in front of his desk.

“Now I know you must be surprised that all of this happened so suddenly, but the truth of the matter is we’ve had our suspicions that you’ve been doing drugs for quite some time.” He paused to let that sink in. “We won’t get into details, but the point is we can not tolerate smoking of any kind on school grounds.” He got up from the seat and went to the window with a pained look on his face. “Your mother has been beside herself with worry, but wasn’t sure how she wanted to handle it.” He turned back to Amber. “Kirin’s policy for drugs is zero tolerance. Many students in your position have been expelled. Fortunately for you your mother is a very close and dear friend to all of us. That’s why your formal punishment is going to be suspension.”

“Your mother has decided to send you to a location she didn’t disclose with us so that you can get help and focus on your studies.” He pressed the intercom button on his desk. “Aikiko, please bring them in.” A few moments later Aikiko came in with familiar luggage. Amber’s bags had already been packed. “The car is waiting for you out front, someone will escort you…”

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A bright red Porsche sped radically through Kirin's gates. It nearly clipped a few students as it raced towards the P.E. field. Once parked next to the bleachers the powerful engine cut off. A crowd had gathered to see what might emerge from such a wondrous (and incredibly expensive) machine.

As the door swung open smoothly, Yang Gyu Soo’s Italian leather boots were the first things they saw. Then his designer jeans, and custom dyed red leather jacket. He stepped out into the yard and looked around. “Ahhh I might as well live in my car, this place is boring.” He whined in Korean.

Now that he was in full view the students could better appreciate his details. Like the dyed reddish brown hair, stylishly shagged in the back, and gorgeous bangs that cascaded over the left lens of his sunglasses in the front. He was truly beautiful.

Before Gyu Soo could take two steps an irate woman dressed in windbreaker pants and a sweatshirt came rushing over. “YOU CAN’T PARK THIS HERE. STUDENTS AREN’T EVEN ALLOWED TO HAVE CARS!!!” she roared. “Ugh.” Gyu Soo had forgotten how barbaric he found the Japanese language. He turned to her with a smile that would charm a rabid animal. “Honorable teacher, please don’t worry your beautiful sweat stained head. My father has already cleared everything with the dean. I am Yang Gyu Soo, perhaps you were warned of my arrival?”

The coach backed down immediately. “Oh my yes, I…I’m so sorry Mr. Yang.” She stuttered while blushing. “No worries, but my bags are really heavy. I’ll need them carried to my dormitory.” He tossed her the keys. “They are in the trunk, be a doll would you?” Gyu Soo didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he addressed the crowd. “ Fellow students, does anyone know where to get a good cup of coffee?”

“No, but I know where you can go for some good discipline.” Yang Gyu Soo slowly turned in the direction of the voice. “OHhhh, honorable dean…I…” The dean held his hand up to silence him. “Save it Mr. Yang. Your father may have gotten permission for the car, but that doesn’t mean you run my school, or command my staff.” Gyu Soo was at a loss “No…no…it’s not like that…” The dean cut him off. “Then you won’t mind taking your keys back from Mrs. Kojima and carrying your luggage to the dorms yourself.” Gyu Soo’s smile turned into a grimace, but he recovered it quickly. “Of course not, it would be my pleasure.” He oozed with fake courtesy. “Thank you Mrs.!” Gyu Soo jumped a little when he noticed Mrs. Kojima had an eyepatch. “Kojima.” He finished.

The trek to his dorm was a short one, but to Gyu Soo it felt like running a marathon. His honey brown eyes flashed with delight when he was finally able to enter his spacious dorm. He stepped in and threw his luggage down immediately.

The bed had a deep navy blue spread and was lit from underneath. A large, sleek metal desk sat in front of the window with every kind of office supply one could ever need. The rest of the room kept to the obscenely elegant theme, though it’s crowning glory was the 50 inch plasma screen television. This was another luxury his father had negotiated for him, he’d have to thank him later... maybe…if he felt like it…

Gyu Soo felt a headache coming on. His caffeine withdrawals were getting to him. He took a moment and silently thanked the governments of the world that coffee was a legal drug. “To the cafeteria!” He exclaimed to himself.

The cafeteria was almost empty. He made a beeline to the coffee. It was one of the best brews he’d ever tasted. Kirin had it right when it came to exotic blends. “Oooooh.” He moaned at the deliciousness. Finding a table by the window he sat with his piping hot cup, settling in to enjoy the rest of it.

As Millia attempted to fall into even the faintest of sleeps she merely ended up twirling around on her new, almost stranger bed. After ten minutes of not getting a wink of sleep she gave up the effort and sat on her bed as she noticed a note she had missed before, underneath several small plastic bottles filled with what looked like pills. Sighing she leaned over, grabbing the note. "Take these pills everyday to not die." "It doesn't actually say that, but it may as well." She thought to herself as she crumpled the note and threw it in the pink and circular waste bin. She opened her small purse which was wrapped around a chair near the desk, and placed two of the many bottles inside.

"Well, that takes care of the carry on emergency medication," She said with a lasting sigh while her eyes closed before slinging her purse over her shoulder. The purse was of the medium size, pink in color with a long and thin strap. Pretty common looking when comparing it to her expensive outfit which would make even an entire catalog of Victoria Secret cry. She turned to look among her pill bottles once more before picking the farther one from her right up as she read her dosage for the current time of day. "Three, huh?" She asked herself as she went to open the bottle which she soon accidentally dropped thanks to a loud roaring from outside her window. Millia groaned as she leaned down in a huff to pick up each of the pills that had spilled out. After she had quickly cleaned them up, she held her dosage in hand and looked out the window towards the sound of the noise. "What an arrogant prick." Was all Millia had to say about the boy as she just heard the scuffle of their voices although she could only hear snippets of the conversation. She shook her head as she gave the boy a nasty look even if he couldn't see it. "I can already tell this will be a horrible experience," She thought to herself as she swallowed her pills without water. Looking at the time once more reminded her that she had not a thing for breakfast that morning, and as such decided to take a stroll towards the cafeteria.

The walk to the cafeteria was entirely normal. Kids going by, sometimes in groups or on their own, talking excitedly, but many seemed to be, in Millia's opinion, prob arrogant and untrustworthy. A small wind began to pick up halfway into her walk, causing her beautiful dress to sway in the wind giving her a mother nature like being about her although once you got to know her, you may be turned off pretty quickly.

As she arrived an entered the school cafeteria she looked around without moving her head as she surveyed her environment. There seemed to be a few tables left without a soul at them, if many of these people had any that is, she thought again pessimistically. Now it is not as if she thinks 'TOO' highly of herself, she may be the first one to go ahead and say that she is a horrible person, but not many actually get to know her in the first place. After she was finished with judging those around her she grabbed a small plate and filled it's contents with beautiful looking grapes, and a few slices of white meat chicken too which she brought to a small table near a free window seat whilst grabbing a glass of water on her way although she had unknowingly sat right near the boy who caused all the ruckus earlier...