Kazeyama: Redux [IC]

Ding~. Whoosh-click. Hummmmmmmmmmm. Ding~.

The trio took the dorm elevator to the sixth floor, where students, parents and resident advisors milled about, going about their usual business on move-in day. Yuuya walked ahead, passing through the slightly crowded hallway with a casual grace and the same impassive smile on his face. He stopped in front of a door near the end of the hallway. "605... Not a bad number. Maybe a little unbalanced, but at least it's not overwhelming," Yuuya said, speaking to no one in particular. He fished a key out of his pocket and opened the door to the room.

In the center of the rectangular room was a massive, wood-framed four-post bed, set at an angle so that it would get light from both of the windows in the room. An ornate trunk sat at the foot of the bed, also wooden, with detailing in rustic-looking bronze. A standing closet and a separate chest of drawers were against the near wall, and a spacious desk took up a second wall, with one of the windows right above it, offering ample lighting as well as an inspiring vista of the Kazeyama grounds. The desk was paired with a lacquered wooden chair that bore the Shimizu family name carved into its back in the center, with the characters painted delicately in what looked like gold leaf. Against the wall with the other window stood a birch-wood easel, preloaded with white canvas.

In the corner of the room furthest from the windows, crammed into a sort of imaginary quarter-section of the space, was a heaping pile of furniture, clothing and disorganized odds-and-ends much unlike the ones just described, apparently pushed over there by the movers: a bed piled high with clothes, sporting supplies and schoolbooks, a desk with a chair sitting not under but on top of it, and an end table perched precariously on top of that chair too.

Yuuya ignored the stuff in the dark corner of the room and flung himself into the four-post bed with abandon, letting out a little sigh of contentment as he stared up at the ceiling, trying to balance his pine cone on his nose.

"Oh, one more thing..." Yuuya hopped up from his spacious bed and moved back out to where Shin'ichi and Rika were standing in the hallway. He pulled a small pad of yellow note paper out of his pocket, wrote "604" on it with a sharpie, and pasted it on top of his and Shin'ichi's door number. "There, now we all live in the same room. And it's a nice, solid, even number," he said thoughtfully, with a gleam in his eye.
 
Rika glanced to the other boys as the three of them walked past the tai-chi girls, and into the elevator.

"Yeah, I love the school so far, it's so cool. I hope that I can meet some other good friends!" She beamed, waiting as the elevator took them to the sixth floor. "As for my getting in, I'm sure it's my encyclopedic knowledge of all things musical! By the way, have you heard the new Morning Musume CD? Or do you perhaps like AnCafe?" She giggled, retrieving her ipod out of her pocket again and looking for a new song to listen to. In the back of her mind though Shinichi's question raised a few of her own. Her family wasn't rich or well known and she wasn't a particularly exceptional student, after all she hadn't really done much. The question was then, why was she given a full scholarship to such a fancy school. The thought was put away for later consideration as the doors of the elevator doors opened to their floor and Shuuya stepped away from the other two and headed towards what Rika assumed was his dorm. So he's on this floor too? She quickly took after him, peering at the door number and then looking inside at the lack of space Shuuya had left for his roommate. She took another look at the door number and gave a sheepish grin over to Shinichi, who hadn't quite followed yet.

"Um, Shuuya-san, my room is across the hall, I don't need to live here with you..both of you...but I'll leave my door open so we can always just come and hang out~" She giggled, fishing her key out of her pocket and stepping to the door opposite of the boys' room and turned the key in the lock, and stepped in, leaving the door wide open behind her. She was shocked to see her roommate had arrived already.

"Ah! You must be my roommate! 'atashi wa Takahashi Rika desu. Douzo yoroshiku!" Rika gave her best smile as she tossed her key on her desk and opened her shopping bag, dumping the three CDs and a large poster of Miku from AnCafe onto her bed. Quickly she ran back to the closet space by their door and took off her shoes and put on her house slippers before hopping up onto her bed and beginning to work on putting the poster up, no easy task for one of her height. "And who might you be?" She asked, not looking at the roommate but still trying to speak with her.
 
No one was particularly social around her, but maybe she was just making the students nervous. Raku didn't think much of it... She was content in her thoughts as she strolled along the campus, her mind filled with memories. She admired the scenery, noting the trees that were now taller than before. Fresh paint jobs, new instructors, different curriculum... Yet this school still had the same old, warm feeling to it.

Despite the troubles she had in the past.

Raku shook her head at these remembrances. While she was a very smart girl, it felt like she cheated her way to graduation because people were just in love with her image. Some like to compare her to the succubi in fantasy games, which she never knew how to interpret: insult or compliment? It for the most part upset her. Raku had no vile intentions, even though her parents warned her that it would someday get the better of her.

The dormitory area was coming into view. Another great collection of memories! She decided to walk through the halls of dorms, perhaps greet some people during her reminiscing. Raku arrived in no time, making a fast pace walk until the numbers on the doors caught her eyes. She stayed somewhere around here before, the number just escaped her a little. Up ahead, she could see some students settling in. They didn't need to be interrupted, but she made a coy wave to them in case anyone might be looking her way.
 
There was a long moment that Shinichi was quiet, after the trio of youngsters had entered the room. Oh, there was much to be taken in awe of: the room was immaculately arranged, with a menagerie of well-made and breathtaking furniture. The bed was massive, four-posted and more than any one single dorm room needed. It seemed two people could sleep in it comfortably. The accompanying funiture pieces matched in both elaboration and extravagance and superfluousness.

The only negative mark against the beautifully arranged and decorated room was a cluttered corner, the farthest from the spacious windows. In a heap of furniture clothes and knick-knacks was all of the modest things that Shinichi had moved in with, not even a week ago. He thought his bed was elaborate? No. He thought his chest was well made? Not hardly. He thought he had a well-maintained and relevant wardrobe? Please!

In the back of his mind, he could hear not only laughter, but a crowd of laughter.

"... Well, I guess we're roommates," Shinichi said dully as he watched Yuuya fling himself on the bed. He wasn't angry, not really. More than anything, he was annoyed with the amount of work he'd have to put into re-arranging everything so they'd be able to fit the monstrous furniture that either of them had brought with them.

He decided he needed a break from the mess he had found inside of his room; he'd deal with it later. Thankfully, he was physically fit enough to be able to handle it, so long as Yuuya was cooperative to at least a small degree. He doubt he'd be able to move that bed without help...

Stepping into the hall, he paused right outside of the room just opposite of his and Yuuya's. He smiled when Rika unlocked and opened the door to her room and waved as she introduced herself to her roommate. He beamed at the other girl but before he could step into their room, an older woman cut across his front, zipping by and catching his attention.

She was a stunning woman, with large eyes, a sharp nose and small mouth. She took his breath and he couldn't help but stare at her as she walked by him. He felt his mouth go dry, and he was at a loss for words, especially when she seemed to set her eyes on him and wave. He felt a knock in the back of his head as he continued to stare, and belatedly waved back.
 
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Shizuko smiled timidly back at Rika as the girl began putting ANOTHER picture on the wall, unsure of how to answer her introduction, but took a few steps back. "Ummm..... Ya....Yamada Shizuko...." She stuttered slightly, wondering if there was more that she was supposed to say. She had watched the girl take her shoes off and then put on slippers, and she was still trying to put up that picture. Shizuko wasn't tall at all, and she wouldn't be much help, but was this a point where it would be a good idea to offer to help the other girl?

She was barefoot, anyways. though one wouldn't be able to tell by the length of her pants. She didn't know if that was disrespectful or if it was in good taste, and she was worried about doing the wrong thing in front of her new roommate. The last thing she wanted to do was to start the relationship with her new roommate off on the wrong foot. She stood there for a moment longer then finally took a few steps forward towards the girl on her bed. She decided to take a chance and try to help the girl out, if Rika would want her to, of course.

"Would you like a hand with that picture, Rika?" Shizuko quietly asked. She was unsure of any other way of knowing if she would like some help or not, so surely this was a proper and acceptable method! She wanted to ask Rika about the pictures, to know of why she had so many. maybe she WAS really big on family.... perhaps she was liable to get homesick?

Shizuko thought about this while brushing a few blond strands of hair back over her shoulders and tried to make sure that her shapeshifting was consistant and that she didn't look foxish in any way.... she figured it would be bad if her roommate found out abot what she was on the very first day... though she hoped that if Rika found out, that she wouldn't mind her not telling the truth the first day.... but there really isn't an easy way to come out and say "Hey, I'm actually a fox spirit!"
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The aura of disappointment was palpable as Shin'inchi intoned, "... Well, I guess we're roommates." Yuuya watched with a curious look as the boy turned around and heading back out into the hallway, sullenly. Finally, it dawned on him. "Ahh, I always forget what it's like to live with other people... they need things too..." he muttered. Yuuya walked over to the corner containing Shin'ichi's belongings, inspecting the chaotic pile with his arms crossed. He casually ran his fingers along the wooden frame of his roommate's desk, which was sitting on its side, and a sympathetic smile crossed his face. There was a chair up on top of the desk, with a small table sitting on it, which Yuuya knew would look great next to the window. Nodding to no one in particular, Yuuya kicked off his shoes, and jumped up a little, curling his fingers around the top edge of the sideways desk. Kicking his legs awkwardly, he managed to pull himself up. Crouching down to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling, Yuuya pondered how different the room looked from up high. What fun it'd be to be a fly on the roof, and observe people from such an interesting vantage point!

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Shin'ichi's chair and end table were right next to him, on the upturned side of the desk. Picking up the small table, he lunged a bit as he realized it was a bit heavier than it seemed. Nevertheless, he gripped it as hard as he could under his arm... and tried to figure out how he would get down. He sat down on the edge of the desk, trying to reach his feet down as far as they would go, sliding himself forward, bit by tiny bit... but suddenly he lost his balance and fell! All at once, the end table slipped out of his grasp and fell down to the ground next to him - in one piece, thankfully - the chair crashed down - onto his stomach, knocking the wind out of him - and somehow Yuuya pulled the desk down with him, as it flipped over to be right-side up, but pinning Yuuya down under its heft. "Eeeagh!" The boy winced and writhed, trying to squirm his way out of the suffocating death-trap.
 
"Douzo Yoroshiku Yamada-San." Rika waved over her shoulder as she hopped up a couple more times pinning the poster to the wall. With a satisfied smile she turned around and plopped down on the bed looking at Shizuko.

"So...you got a scholarship to Kazeyama or are your par..." She was cut off by the sound of a crash from the room across the hall. Without another though she jumped to her feet and ran towards the other room but along the way she slipped over a snag in the rug and toppled fast first to the ground. "OUCHIE!" She cried out rubbing her forehead as she stood up, charging into Shinichi and Yuuya's room.

"SHUUYA-KUN! ARE YOU OKAY!?" She cried out finding the poor boy trapped under a rather heavy looking desk. She rushed to his side and began attempting to lift up the desk but she could only get just enough so it wasn't crushing his throat. "You gotta help...erg...me here Shuuya-kun!" As she pushed she felt that same pulling at her brain and on the far back corner of the desk a small twig grew out of the side of the desk and a few leaves sprouted out, the tip ended in a small cherry blossom flower.
 
Finally, someone to talk to! Or... So she thought. Like many others, this boy that waved at her looked love struck. By now, Raku was used to it; she just didn't want to be. Relationships hardly lasted for her because in the end, they were just infatuated with her appearance. If she wasn't this beautiful, she doubted anyone would be interested in her. A woman that liked math equations and video games? That's just unheard of in some places.

Raku didn't let this affect her too much, though. Not in the way she socialized.

"Hey there!" she said in a sweet, friendly tone. She stood feet away from Shinichi, making another wave with her finely manicured hand. It looked like he was about to meet some friends someplace, or was in the middle of something she shouldn't interfere with.

Somewhere, she could hear an accident of some kind unfolding. There was a crash in one room, then a girl running clumsily out of her room to help the fellow in trouble. Raku bit her bottom lip as she stood there, a hand pulling nervously at her short skirt while she pondered what to do. It felt awkward to just stay there in silence... There must have been an issue with clutter going on in a dorm room.

Out of habit, she held a knuckle to her lips whilst making a feminine giggle. She began to walk backwards, away from the scene to not get involved. As pathetic as it was, Raku preferred to avoid physical labour, as well as conflict. She got enough of the latter, everyday.
 
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Shizuko was confused on how to answer Rika on her question as to how she got into Kazeyama, especially when the next word out of her mouth seemed like it was going to be "Parents" which.... Shizuko wouldn't know how to explain it. Would she say that her parents weren't from the area? Would she.....

Oh, her attention was diverted! Shizuko was happy to see her distracted for this moment, though, the fact that the break in attention had been due to the sound of a crash, was a little worrisome. She darted after Rika as she yelped a name though she smelled something.... floral back in the room as she left.

When she found Rika trying to lift the desk off of the boy, probably a friend of hers, she went to help, and with the two girls working at it, they managed to pull the furniture off of the boy enough to where it was safe. Shizuko then dragged the boy away from the cluttered mess of furniture to avoid anymore mishaps.

"I would recommend not trying to use that type of furniture as a blanket. Too heavy." She smiled slightly at her own attempt of making a joke.
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Kibou squints at her. "Yuh. Skool heer. Cinema crub." His broken english continues as he attempts to speak to Manami. He leans on the wall, smiling like a tomcat encountering a fresh meal. He tilts his head, squinting and looking at the other individuals passing by - including the ones going to a room nearby. He, himself, was rooming with one of the Twins on the opposite side of campus, but that was information he couldn't quite put to English words.

"I rike, eh... English 'western' genre." He mimed shooting with two six-shooters, "spinning" them on his fingers and flipping them into equally-imaginary holsters. He then shrugs, returning to the 'too-cool' attitude. "No other crubs. Time on roof is good." He nods, scratching his chin, "Yoo get in room. Meet rater, yeah?" He gives her a grin, sticking his hands in his pockets and gesturing at the door.
 
"Western is cool! I'm totally a sucker for romantic comedies myself and- Oh room, right!" Manami pointed a finger over her shoulder, also gesturing at the door. She was almost getting used to his accent, but she was still really slow at picking up what he was saying. Was the rest of her year going to be like this.

"Um thanks for your help. Meet later again, for sure!" Sheepishly, she fought with getting the door open between juggling all the stuff in her arms. With a quick wave to him (and nearly dropping her stuff in the process) she closed the door and leaned on it. Way to make a full of yourself on your first day, Manami!

She dropped her stuff on one of the beds. It looked like she was going to be sharing a room with someone. Their stuff was already piled up and around the room. Neat! She never had a room-mate before. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad.

(Just as a reminder, her roomie is supposed to be Nicholai. XD whooops co-ed!)
 
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