Pierre sighed as he shifted the tie around his neck, looking up at the large school he could look forward to spending the next four years of his life at. His blue uniform, though tailored to perfection, bothered him. He much preferred his black uniform from back home, in Paris. It seemed unfair for him to have to transfer after defending someone else-- so cest la vie. He pushed his blond bangs out of his way-- his long hair pinned back in a tight and neat pony. "Master Bouvier, I shall pick you up at five pm, when your last class of the day lets out." a woman told him with a charming smile. "Call me should you need me sooner." Pierre nodded at his mother's assistant. She had been the one to escort him to Japan, and that evening she would be bringing him home to the new apartment he would be staying in. His father, unlike the school, had been proud of his chivalrous display and offered, as a reward, to send his son wherever in the world he would like, and allow him to live on his own-- to further demonstrate his maturity. Right... Maturity. To be fully honest, Pierre would be much more content back home in the Bouvier estate doing ollies over the rose beds. As the large clock tower rang over the campus he felt oddly small. He dropped his green eyes to his briefcase and sighed, starting up the steps. It was already 6 weeks into the start of term. It would be interesting to see how the Japanese school compared to his home academy in France.