Post by Shimizu Kuribayashi on Dec 17, 2007 5:50:53 GMT 1
As the bus came to a stop beside the curb, a boy stepped off. He was wearing a military uniform, not of the USA, but of Japan. It was a peculiar uniform at that because it didn’t have the proper insignia that a normal military uniform would have. The only other possibility would be that this was a military transfer student attending a military academy. Yep, that was it. An academy student wearing his uniforms a bit far from where he should be wearing it, but that wasn’t what was strange about him. It wasn’t that he was from Japan or that he wore a uniform, it was that when the bus stopped, a black car stopped behind it. Some people would call this just a coincidence, but its not every day you have an executive edition Lincoln following you around, but that wasn’t all of it. The passenger side window was rolled down and a man with the same type of uniform, only real military sat looking out the window. His eyes were sharp and crisp, looking at the boy as he left the steps of the bus and walked onto the grounds of Hircine High.
The boy walked up the sidewalk onto the school grounds from which he was apparently going to attend. He walked slowly and calculated, as if he was trying to walk that way. It would be a bit disturbing to anyone who hadn’t seen this before, but to one or two people it might be normal. All the same, the boy walked and then stopped, looking at the large campus that was to be his home for a year. His face didn’t change as he looked around. He wasn’t surprised at the immensity or that it was a campus style school, unlike from where he came from. He looked and scanned, taking in every plant, animal, structure, and person. He was learning everything he could about his surroundings before he would even try to interact. That has to be something military people would do or why would he wear a uniform like that. Whatever the case was, the boy turned around and looked right at the black Lincoln and took off his cover. Still staring at the car the window slowly rolled up; the military man in the car gave a slight salute before pulling out.
As the car drove away, the boy placed his cover back upon his now noticeable balled head and proceeded onto the campus. He carried almost nothing with him, but who knows who might be bringing his belongings. With people in Executive Lincolns following you around, you may think that a whole slew people servants would come running up the sidewalk with his luggage. Other than that, he may not think he needs anything at the time. Whatever the case be, it seemed he was about to receive a greeting of the aggressive side.
“Hey you”, a voice from behind the boy as he walked up the walkway. The boy kept walking and the voice was heard again. “Hey you, didn’t you hear me you Asian moron. When someone talks to you in this country, you turn around and look at them.” The boy kept walking for another ten paces before stopping. He didn’t turn his body nor did he turn his head. He stood at the front doors of the main building on campus and looked up at how high it stood. To the person behind him, they would have noticed immediately that they were being ignored. So the violence started. It started with a rock thrown at the boy; the boy moving out of the way as if he knew it was coming. Then something larger, another rock and again the boy moved out of the way. During this little rock throwing contest, the boy didn’t move his feet at all. They sat on the ground, heels together, toes forty-five degrees apart. When the third object was thrown, the boy turned around and caught the item. It looked to be something harder than a rock, a piece of metal.
The boy looked down at the object that he had caught and inspected it, rolling it around between his fingers before looking back up. His face was still the same, but before long it would change. It would change only to let out a small grunt as the boy slid his left leg out, letting his right foot roll to the toe. His body was now sideways. The boy dropped his right hand down to his sides as he turned and then, palm out, swung his arm out, releasing what was in his hand, in a counter clockwise spin towards the person. The metal piece impacted the person right between the eyes, knocking the subject out. The boy regained himself and stood back up, looking at the fallen foe. He stood there for a couple seconds before letting out a small breath.
“All you had to do was ask me politely and I would have acknowledged your request, but since you didn’t and resorted to violence you lay on the ground where you belong.”
The boy then turned around and started to walk down the right side of the building in front of him and talked over his shoulder to the person, even though the person wouldn’t be able to hear his voice.
“By the way, my name is Shimizu Kuribayahi. Nice to meet you.”
The boy walked up the sidewalk onto the school grounds from which he was apparently going to attend. He walked slowly and calculated, as if he was trying to walk that way. It would be a bit disturbing to anyone who hadn’t seen this before, but to one or two people it might be normal. All the same, the boy walked and then stopped, looking at the large campus that was to be his home for a year. His face didn’t change as he looked around. He wasn’t surprised at the immensity or that it was a campus style school, unlike from where he came from. He looked and scanned, taking in every plant, animal, structure, and person. He was learning everything he could about his surroundings before he would even try to interact. That has to be something military people would do or why would he wear a uniform like that. Whatever the case was, the boy turned around and looked right at the black Lincoln and took off his cover. Still staring at the car the window slowly rolled up; the military man in the car gave a slight salute before pulling out.
As the car drove away, the boy placed his cover back upon his now noticeable balled head and proceeded onto the campus. He carried almost nothing with him, but who knows who might be bringing his belongings. With people in Executive Lincolns following you around, you may think that a whole slew people servants would come running up the sidewalk with his luggage. Other than that, he may not think he needs anything at the time. Whatever the case be, it seemed he was about to receive a greeting of the aggressive side.
“Hey you”, a voice from behind the boy as he walked up the walkway. The boy kept walking and the voice was heard again. “Hey you, didn’t you hear me you Asian moron. When someone talks to you in this country, you turn around and look at them.” The boy kept walking for another ten paces before stopping. He didn’t turn his body nor did he turn his head. He stood at the front doors of the main building on campus and looked up at how high it stood. To the person behind him, they would have noticed immediately that they were being ignored. So the violence started. It started with a rock thrown at the boy; the boy moving out of the way as if he knew it was coming. Then something larger, another rock and again the boy moved out of the way. During this little rock throwing contest, the boy didn’t move his feet at all. They sat on the ground, heels together, toes forty-five degrees apart. When the third object was thrown, the boy turned around and caught the item. It looked to be something harder than a rock, a piece of metal.
The boy looked down at the object that he had caught and inspected it, rolling it around between his fingers before looking back up. His face was still the same, but before long it would change. It would change only to let out a small grunt as the boy slid his left leg out, letting his right foot roll to the toe. His body was now sideways. The boy dropped his right hand down to his sides as he turned and then, palm out, swung his arm out, releasing what was in his hand, in a counter clockwise spin towards the person. The metal piece impacted the person right between the eyes, knocking the subject out. The boy regained himself and stood back up, looking at the fallen foe. He stood there for a couple seconds before letting out a small breath.
“All you had to do was ask me politely and I would have acknowledged your request, but since you didn’t and resorted to violence you lay on the ground where you belong.”
The boy then turned around and started to walk down the right side of the building in front of him and talked over his shoulder to the person, even though the person wouldn’t be able to hear his voice.
“By the way, my name is Shimizu Kuribayahi. Nice to meet you.”