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That one guy
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Orimura Ichika wakes up. He notices that his head is in his hands. He's been asleep on a chair. It feels cold, so he looks down. He finds stainless steel staring him back in the face. A desk is before him and he is occuying it. He looks around and sees the expectant looks of many females his age. He's in school. Not just any school, the most prestigious school in the world with the most high tech facilities in all mankind. Orimura Ichika is attending IS academy.
The walls are white washed, but not painfully so, they give a faint feeling of summer and warmth which explains how he fell asleep. The view to his left, over his classmates, was a clear sky through a window. Sunlight is streaming in but it's overshadowed by the fluorescent lights inside.
“Orimura-kun. Orimura-kun!”
He turns his head. A pretty lady with short green hair and a bust size that could only be described as cow-like was staring at him with the most imploring look he'd ever seen.
“I-I know this is boring to you Orimura-kun but you have to properly introduce yourself to the class.”, she says while leaning over the desk. Ichika notices that because she's rather top heavy, she was about to lose balance.
“UWA!”
She slips, but never falls. Ichika has her by the shoulders. “Are you okay?”, he questions her gently.
“Y-Yes... Yes I am.”, The woman composes herself as the sensation of the boy being so close makes her inexperienced heart beat after that exhilarating incident. “Please go ahead and introduce yourself.”.
The young man steps up to the podium. If there was one thing that was neglect to mention about ISA, it was the fact it was an all-girl's school, and he was the only male in it. He looked over them all and they responded with the most scrutinizing gaze they could come up with. It was an intense feeling. Even the most perverted of men who would be delighted in this situation would feel embarassed. But Ichika was different. He was neither happy nor bashful. In fact, he barely registered the people who were in the room as being there at all. He was asked to introduce himself and so he went throught he motions with a bow to open up.
“Good morning, my name is Orimura Ichika. I'l be spending the next three years with you all. I hope we get along. Please take care of me.”.
It was neither too short nor was it too filled with flair. It was just the standard greeting ingrained into each and every Japanese student since kindergarden. It left all the girls disappointed as they released their collectively held breaths.
Pleasing other people was far from Ichika's mind though. What concerned him was the weight pressing against his left ribcage. An important thing that reminded him of how he got in here in the first place.
Sorry, but I choose my own destiny.
Too bad, destiny has already chosen you.
The sound of the sliding door sends the boy back to reality, his right hand subconsciously hovering over the object burdening him. The voices in his mind don't leave, he still hears them hissing in his ear.
...choose...
...chosen...
Something slams onto the teacher's desk. It's so loud even Ichika is pulled from what haunts him. In front of him is a woman in a black miniskirt and business coat and tie. He'd recognize that black ponytail anywhere.
“Nee-san?”
WHAP!
Ichika learns first hand exactly what the table felt when his sister slammed the class register. Only ten times worse as she used the bound edge.
“Call me Orimura-sensei when in school.”, she instructs with a pointed look. She turns that razor gaze to the bespectacled woman behind the desk. “Yamada, sorry for making you take care of introductions. I know you're just a student instructor but the meeting just lasted forever.”
Yamada smiled meekly, “It's no trouble to me senpai.”
Orimura Chifuyu, Ichika's elder sister, is a teacher at ISA. This was news to him, she never said anything at home. In fact she was rarely home at all. She never even told him her line of work. It was oddly upsetting that she kept this from him. Then again, he'd kept things from her as well. He reached over to his left flank again.
“KYA!”
A squeal in the back row served as the trigger to the cacophony of screeches and swoons that followed.
“It's really Chifuyu-sama!”
“Kami-sama! At last. My life long dream!”
“Have my children Chifuyu-sama!”
Things in the same vein were thrown to the wind without much care nor sense. Chifuyu herself was not pleased at the rather amusing sight. The throbbing of an angry vein the precursor to her angry shout of “SILENCE!”.
The din died down instantly. It was so silent that one could drop a pin and hear it echo. That sound was instead filled by Chifuyu's aggravated whispers, “Is everyone who comes here an idiot or are do they just gather around me for no reason?”.
She gathered herself easily enough to bark out orders. “Listen here! You were not accepted to this institution to laze around. You are the best, you are the brightest. You are the cream of the crop in your countries. But that only extends that far. Here, you are nothing. You adhere by no other standards than mine. Do you understand? If you do, nod your head. If you don't, nod your head. There will be a test next monday.”. The demonic instructor reached behind her and pulled out a thick hardbound book easily rivaling a dictionary. With a non-chalant toss, it crashed onto the middle front desk table, which so happened to belong to Ichika. “The coverage will be the contents of this whole book. You are to memorize it from cover to cover, and I mean that literally. If you wish to learn, you will understand the contents. If you wish to master it, You will memorize the contents. If you wish to pass my exam, you will remember this book word for word, verbatim in your mind. Are we clear?”.
Silent nods showed one by one within the room. Chifuyu does not even smile as she surveys the obedience she'd isntantaneously instilled in them. “Good. Home room is over. You are all dismissed.”. She leaves with a click of her heels. The other occuants of the room stare after her form, until Yamada the assistant teacher realizes she's staring too and has to leave with her senior.
It takes a few minutes for things to sink in. The girls start squealing again about how cool Orimura Chifuyu was as well as saying things about wanting to be scolded more. Ichika sighed as he fixed his things and wondered whether these girls were right in the head. He was just putting away his own copy of the thick paperback book, IS: A History and Theory, his sister used in an attempt to form a crater on his steel table. It was heavy mind you but he concentrated what arm strength he could muster to place it one handed.
“Orimura-kun!”
BANG!
“OW!”
And that concentration was gone in an instant. The book had fallen onto his finger and then his table. Needless to say it was quite painful. A girl walked up to his desk. She was fairly small, maybe about Ichika's shoulder. She had medium length black hair that just reached her back.
“Orimura-kun!”, she repeated, “Are you related to Orimura-sensei by any chance?”
“Hmm?”, the question seemed to confuse Ichika.
Some other girls caught wind of the question and gathered around him. “Is he really?”
“Well he did call her nee-san.”.
“Why would he call her that?”
The perplexed expression on Ichika's face persisted even as he sucked on his sore finger. His reply was straightforward, “She's my older sister. I don't see anything wrong with calling her nee-san.”.
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“Oh my god.”
“KYAA!”
It was like something straight out of a murder scenario, specifically the scene when they find the dead body. The screams the girls released on finding out his genealogy was certainly blood curddling, he could attest to that.
“Hey hey! What's it like living with Chifuyu-sama?”, asked a short-haired red-head.
“Like living with your older sister.”
“Does she sing in the bathroom?”, another raven-haired girl questioned.
“I'm never anywhere near the bath when she's using it.”
They continued to flood him with inane questions about his daily life. Everything from who wakes up first in the morning to wether the two of them share the same bedroom.It was practically a breach of personal space and borderline stalking. Ichika had half a mind to shout “sexual harassment”. Alas, before he could do so, one voice sounded over the others.
“Ichika.”
Just like with Chifuyu, the giggling and the chattering stopped. But unlike with Chifuyu, the silence this time was ripe with tension. That one girl who spoke split the crowd with ease sheerly through her presence. They parted a path just for her. Ichika could recognize this girl anywhere. He didn't remember her being the popular type. “The same as always huh, Houki.”
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part 1 because the post is apparently too long.
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2014-01-03, 09:46
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