NAKAMURA RIKAKO<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hãojeememasheete, ladies-sama! Do you cehre to joeen us for lãonch?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Bless you!"</strong>I called out politely to the boy. Two boys. No,<em>three</em>. Playing... playing football. In the corridor of Sendai School.<br/><br/><em>Well, this could be an interesting year.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Does he have a cold?"</strong>I asked Shita,<strong>"Or wind?"</strong><br/><br/>Shita had said something earlier about getting her camera, so I let her do that if she still wanted to and I went forward to cover her. Of course if she decided instead to join me, that was fine. Once I'd staked my claim of course. Or claims.<br/><br/><strong>"Ohi,"</strong>I called out cheerily as I approached, shifting my Home Ec. texts from under one arm to the other, and stopping in front of them with my weight on one leg and my free hand on that hip,<strong>"Watashi wa Nakamura Rikako. Genki-datta?"</strong><br/><br/>I grinned and gave a small nod to the three of them. Then I straightened my back. I might have pushed my chest out too. Just a little.<br/><br/><em>Foreigners. Awesome. Bigger than Japanese boys, so they say.</em>