(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/akikobanner.jpg) (http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/akiko.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>[<strong>From Second Wing</strong>]<br/><br/>Akiko entered the dormitory quietly, Mariko immediately behind her. She wondered if they were... what was the western term.... 'an item', now? And if they were, were they supposed to be holding hands or something?<br/><br/>Akiko felt really confused, even moreso when she opened the door into the dormitory and there were several men... no, BOYS, juvenile males, likely raging hormonally at the girls school they just arrived at.<br/><br/>She knew their type well. Uncle had warned her of boys at her age, and how they usually tended to act. He had trained her to defend herself and fight back against other girls who sought to 'pick on' her, such as most of Akiko's school years had been. He also took the time to train her about fighting stronger, larger men. Where they were strong, she was swift. Where they were solid as rock, she bent like bamboo in the wind. He'd warned her that many a young man would likely try to force themselves on her, as she was a pretty little thing, seemingly delicate and harmless.<br/><br/>It was enough so that she suddenly grabbed Mariko's hand, then sighed and let go, "Sorry, Mariko-chan... just wasn't expecting to run into boys in the dormitory."