<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IAV71Qp.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Akiyama Amaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gymnasium<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1 - Shortly after entrance ceremony<br/><strong>With:</strong>Megumi Shika, Akumi-Jo Sakuma<br/><hr/><br/>Amaya kept her mouth shut as Megumi elaborated a bit on her own fears and insecurities. As much as she wanted to call off it all as mindless paranoia, she had to admit the legitimacy behind several of her concerns. It was true, how she'd been back then, it wouldn't have been unlikely she'd consider going after her for some form of satisfaction or repercussion. However, now, it couldn't be further from her train of thought. Physical vengeance for a completely clouded situation was far below her. It hadn't back then, though, neither had killing a married man with children, she'd changed, and that was the charm of it. The world had opened its doors for her, she wasn't going to waste it on something as dumb as vengeance for a chain of unknown circumstances.<br/><br/>More than willingly, Amaya let her hand land in the palm of Megumi's, feeling another one trailing in over hers. She followed it up by taking her free hand, landing it on the side of the stack, feeling the soft side of Megumi's hands while her other one was sandwiched between them.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, you've worried for nothing"</strong>Amaya said, cracking an invisible smile.<strong>"Wouldn't want to stomp all over the newfound changes in our country, I bet it'd make the papers far quicker than what my previous story did. Not everyone are happy after all"</strong>She said in conclusion, slowly letting go of Megumi's hand again, returning them to the back of the chair she'd previously been leant on to. She refrained from bringing up that she, all in all, was rather afraid of not making it at the school and having to make her leave, she had no idea what she'd do at that point. Aside from the physical capabilities her intestines gifted her, her far more efficient than average organs letting her body's muscles develop far faster than average. Her lungs gave her far better intake and her blood was far richer in oxygen than most, a necessity when her heart-rate ramped up. Along with a plethora of other benefits it gifted her with, there was the downsides too though. It hadn't taken her much work at all to bring her to the physical state she was in at the moment, being visibly strong in her build. Not very much so, but there was no denying that she was of the more athletic type, going by aesthetics alone. She feared if she exercised much more, it'd start to make her look... Unappealing by modern beauty standards being one of the concerns in her head.<br/><br/><strong>"Anyways, don't worry about it, I'm not here to hurt you"</strong>She said with a slight chuckle, only to find herself rudely interrupted by some other chick shouting at them. With the person being half behind her, she tilted her neck back to get a look at the rushing figure.<strong>"Gan... Guro?"</strong>She couldn't help but frown a little, almost a bit confused. Her attention returned to Megumi briefly, but it was yet again pulled aside when the gyaru-lady started pouting.<br/><br/>While the tan-skin was weeping up a cry-story, Amaya had a quick look over the person's body, only to quickly pull back her interest. She liked cute and confident girls, surely, but how much confidence could you have in yourself if you needed seventy layers of president candidate to like yourself? No, there was nothing in the girl for Amaya, the only thing that truly peaked her interest was<em>how</em>flat the person was.<br/><br/>Despite being somewhat socially uncanny, it didn't take much to read what the gyaru-lady was stating as just lies and half-truths. It just seemed off, perhaps because it felt fake, much like the gyaru's skin color.<br/><br/><strong>"It's alright isn't it? Besides, if she can't look, all the more reason to want some <em>volume</em>, no?"</strong>She said with a cheeky smile, leaning a bit forward from her loose seating on the back of the chair, her well sized breast being firmly put on display, like diamonds on a shelf, standing proudly, drawing eyes like no other gem could.<strong>"And beside, I wasn't flirting, not yet at least, not unless Ms. Shika desires it"</strong>Her smile was wide, teasing, drenched in self-confidence and charm. If the gyaru's strategy was to dress slutty to attract those who liked such, preferring more feminine, womanly ladies, she wooed for the complete opposite, making them feel like they didn't need a man. Now, all that remained to be seen was how the gyaru-lady, and more importantly Megumi, took the wit.