So basically it's my first story in "full" School Days universe. Myself versus everything that Sakakino can throw, including... Nah, you'll see.
I know that my English is... far from good, to say at least, but please, don't point it out unless you have no idea what's going on a certain scene. I'm not a Native English, but I'm not trying to excuse myself, just say that my English is butchered.
Other than that, I will probably be a little bit "upgraded", but not too much. Sorry, no heroic "taking the bullet", brawls with Yandere and other things... At least I think so.
Of course, all kind of reviews are welcomed and acceptable. So, enjoy. :)
The name's Casper.
Where should I begin…? Well, allow me to introduce myself. I'm, as stated before, Casper, Casper Wala to be precise. I'm not sure how pronounce my own surname in English, so I use the original pronunciation, the Polish one. Yeah, I'm from Poland.
Did I do something impressive in my life? Don't think so… I'm writing stories, pretty decent ones, I think… I've had an urge to write one story about recent events; it would be pretty damn cool.
So what happened? Oh boy, it all started so simple…
My first day in Sakakino Academy.
Sweet Jesus, I hate school uniforms. I hate them, hate with burning passion, even if they're pretty cool. Maybe it's because I'm an individualist…? Oh, nevermind. This one isn't so bad. Looks a little like some kind of suit, especially with this tie… Boy, I despise ties. I cannot stand them, they are so… formal. In my younger years, I used to ignore all rules about official clothes during important days (Eleventh of November for example, our Independence Day) and always wearing black jeans (They're still my favourite) with black sneakers. Actually it worked until now. Now I'm forced to wear these… abominations. Let's hope I'll get used to them.
I give some look around the train. I notice another teen in identical uniform. He has got dark short hair and brown eyes. Apparently he's shorter than me. He listens his MP-3 player and actually looks pretty bored. Oh well, he wasn't the only one.
I switch songs. No, nope, not this one… Ah, finally. I close my eyes and allow myself to enter into some kind of blissful contentment: Kreator's "Warcurse" really does his job. It, however, cannot allow me to hear this irritating artificial voice announcing another station.
"Harahirama. Harahirama", it says. For some unknown reason, that guy in uniform becomes a little bit more lively. Several people enter the train and… I finally can find out what's going on.
A girl, probably from Sakakino too. Dark, long and straight hair, big purple eyes, big… Um, attitude (You know the deal, don't you?), little yet cheerful smile. I give her a little look and start switching songs again. Yup, "Painkiller" by Judas Priest should prevent me from giving occasional looks. It's hard to resist, especially because she sat next to me. It appears that she's reading something, but, unfortunately, my knowledge about hiragana, katakana and kanji is limited to basics (I'm a little better with speaking though – May Boss bless romaji), so I cannot say what the book is about. Than again, the other guy still watches her. I can see that he takes her photo with his phone. Oh well, it's not my business.
There it is, our station. Suddenly I realize that I have no idea where the school is. Geez, looks like I need to ask someone about direction… Or just follow these two.
Hmm… It takes longer than I thought. My cell phone's footsteps meter will be friggin' happy. My feet, not so much. Still I need to get use to these blasted shoes. They're so uncomfortable that it's not even funny. Luckily, I manage to get to the mentioned school without blisters. Somehow.
Is it just me or everybody is looking at my humble person?
It's very possible, mainly because of my not-so-common-in-Japan Caucasian features. To make things worse, glasses and studded fingerless gloves (I categorically refused to take them out and luckily, they allow me to wear them). I can hear some whispers behind me. Hmph, looks like I'm gonna be some kind of "local weirdo".
The long-haired girl and that other guy part ways. My class is… the third one. Looks like me and him are going to be class-mates. I turn off my music player as we approach the class. Suddenly, someone bumps onto me, strong enough to pull me a few steps back (Which isn't much of an achievement). I look confused at the sudden "attacker".
A girl with brown, shoulder-length hair and purple pale eyes sits on the floor, stunned. Looks like she's the real victim.
"Hey, you're alright?", I ask, a little concerned with my broken Japanese and English mixture. She (Fortunately) seems to understand me, 'cause she shakes her head in "Yes" fashion. "I'm terribly sorry.", I continue to speak, trying to sound credible (I was more like confused than embarrassed… Maybe all this acting was because of my tendencies to making everything a theatre?). "Are you sure...?"
"Yeah, it's nothing.", she responds cheerfully, standing up. I notice that she has a single strand of hair standing around. "Thanks for caring… Hey, you're that new one?", she asks with curiosity in her voice.
Oh dear Sammael, it starts BEFORE I even have an opportunity to enter the classroom?
"I would say false, if I denied this", I respond cautiously.
"Cool!", she says with authentic happiness in her voice. I wonder why the teacher doesn't come: I can clearly see he's not in class. "I'm Saionji Sekai, but everybody calls me Sekai.", she says, smiling. Is it just me or the amount of her energy is totally overwhelming my pessimistic nature?
"Wala Casper. Nice to meet you, Saionji-san", I respond officially.
"Please, don't call me per "san". It makes me feel old.", she giggles. Looks like I found my total counterpart.
"So… Are we gonna stay here? Teacher's going to show up anytime."
"No worries, sensei's absent today. Pretty good start of a day, don't ya think?"
"Yeah…"
"Hey, what's the matter? Show me some joy."
"Hurray…", I say without emotion, a little annoyed. If all girls in this school are like this, these three years will be extremely painful. On the other hand, I hadn't that much attention since primary school. It's pretty nice… Despite this, Sekai already has proved to be pretty hyper. Too hyper I think.
"Ah, you still hadn't met the others", she says all of a sudden, surprising me.
"Others…? There are the others?", I respond dully.
"Baka. Of course they are the others. C'mon", To my surprise, she grabs my hand and drags me into the class.
Please tell me it's not happening… May Boss have mercy.
Thankfully Sekai's friends aren't that much enthusiastic and optimistic like her. Okay, actually they're pretty acceptable, especially Kiyoura Setsuna, the shortest of them all. Gosh dang it to heck, she is only 1.42 meters high (According to Sekai). I was taller when I was like… Nine? On the other hand, she's by far the calmest person in the entire group and has already proved to be worthy in conversations. She's that kind of girl that compensates her lack of… physical abilities with always-kept-cool mind, intelligence and smooth talk. The others… Kuroda Hikari is, in fact, a little less hyper version of Sekai. Sawanaga Taisuke looks okay at first glance, even though he constantly talks about girls(Most of his talk is perverted, thankfully he can talk about others things too). Kanroji Nanami is "the cool one" of the group, always smiling and giving some sarcastic comments, but she's able to keep her "coolness" at times. She's also only slightly shorter than me and actually could fit the European standards… And last, but not least, Itou Makoto, the guy from the train. Often banters and argues with Sekai, although these arguments are more funny than serious. Looks like these too gets along pretty well.
"So, how's the first day in Sakakino?", Saionji's voice distracts me from pondering. I NEED to get use to her attitude, quickly.
"Apart from the fact that I don't understand anything at all? Pretty nice.", I respond, a little irritated.
"Oh, you must stop using this constant sarcasm of yours.", she says, again with this irritating smile. All of a sudden, she starts poking me. "Hey, why so serious? We'll make you smile."
"Have you ever watched "Dark Knight"?", I sighed. Suddenly Sawanaga bursts out laughing. Looks like he watched this movie. "You should, it's pretty enlightening."
"Come on, don't be gloomy."
"I think that you should stop being merry", I respond, trying to play her game.
"I was first", she smiles triumphantly… And than she sees my right eye twitching erratically. To make things clear, I can actually mimic eye twitch. One old friend of mine said that it's incredibly false… Thankfully, it did his job.
"Oh, sorry…", she says, a bit less cheerful than before. I can't resist. I must smile… And I do so.
It's like a half of second, but I can clearly feel her hit, directly on my head. Damn, it hurts.
"Baka!", she says fiercely, anger with her voice. Looks like I've just pissed here enough to make her drop her mask.
"What in the world was that about?", I ask, still feeling pain. Man, she can hit pretty hard.
"She's angry, 'cause you beat her in her own game", Itou responds calmly, smiling.
"Yeah, Saionji-san's just got hoist by her own petard", Sawanaga says and than both of them bursts out laughing. To me, it's not that funny, more like "Fu**in' pain!" Moments later, both laughing ones end in similar state, although it appears they suffered even more painful shots. Well, at least I'm not the only one suffering here.
"Do not underestimate my intelligence. I can easily discover the bluff", Sekai says, still sulking. Somehow I manage to resist the temptation and don't tell her what I think about her skills of discovering. Hey, my head isn't made of iron, right?
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to offend you", I say, authentically sincerely. She gives me a sour look, but eventually becomes cheerful again.
"Nah, I think we're both guilty", she says finally. Yup, it's the same cheerful and hyper Saionji Sekai I've met before.
"Thanks", I say after short moment of silence. "It's really nice that you allowed me to… Well, join to your group. To be honest, I've never noticed that much of concern about my person. Once again, thank you."
"You're welcome.", Setsuna responds calmly. She has some kind of mystery aura around her… Something really scary is in her voice… Or maybe I'm just too tired? "It appears that our break is heading to the end.", she says, slowly standing up. "See you later.", she greets the others and walks away from canteen.
The rest of the day I spent trying to understand teachers and not to go nuts because of constant "quarrels" with Sekai. She's definitely one of the most energetic persons I've ever met, if not the most energetic one. She's… Helluva annoying, yet incredibly friendly, open-minded and easy-going… I think I like her. She is okay, at least when she's not too much irritating. It also appears that Makoto is actually even more punished than me as Saionji's sitting next to him on every lesson. I'm luckier, my class-partner is Setsuna who is more focused on lesson than teasing others. I think I can ask Itou about Sekai since he looks like he knows her pretty well.
"It must be hard sitting next to the Saionji-san, eh?", I say to him, when we're heading back home.
"You have no idea how much… Especially now.", he responds, a little embarrassed.
"What do you mean?"
"There is a superstition that if you manage to take a photo of someone you like and keep it secret from him or her for three weeks you would end falling in love with that person.", he explains and starts smiling. "But for me it's just a superstition."
"That girl from the train, right?", I ask, but I know the answer.
"Yeah. Her last name is Katsura, unfortunately I don't know her full name. She's…"
"Stunning, pretty, wonderful and so on…?" Makoto shakes his head in "Yes" fashion. "And how is Sekai involved in this?"
"Oh, she tries to pair us."
"She does what?", I ask, pretty surprised.
"She said that she can help me learn something about Katsura-san. She even became friends with her."
"So she can pull such thing off?"
"Certainly. On the other hand, it works: She even arranged our meeting on tomorrow."
"Well than, good luck, Casanova.", I say, smiling sarcastically. Looks like he doesn't mind my ironic expressions. "Oh, Itou-san… Can I ask you a small favor?"
"I think so.", we're entering the train. Katsura's on her usual place, reading her book. Itou becomes a little more nervous than before.
"Can you gather some information about Saionji-san for me?", I ask. He seems a little surprised, but smiles after a short while.
"Sure, this shouldn't be a problem", he responds and starts watching the girl. Looks like the chat is over, so I grab my music player and allow myself to enter the state of blissful contentment once again, this time with Within Temptation.
First day in new school – Completed.
Hope you enjoyed this fine example of "How to slaughter English". As stated before, reviews are welcomed.