As the coach that had conveyed the main group of the boys to the school was leaving, it accelerated some, as another vehicle approached the entrance, from the other side. A jet-black, Lincoln Town Car Limo (http://www.geocities.com/nevanlanos/Lincoln-Limo.jpg) entered the gate, smoothly pulling up to the entrance, stopping silently there.<br/><br/>Inside, the limo's driver lowered the privacy window and addressed the young man sitting in the spacious back section of the vehicle. "Here we are, Master Darsten. Sendai Boarding High School. I'll let you out in a moment, and I'll help you with your bags to the doors, alright?" the driver said amicably, knowing his passenger was not in the best of moods.<br/><br/>The young boy looked up at the driver, but no anger was there. Just an undefinable, seemingly permanent sadness in his eyes. "<em>Danke</em>, Frank." the boy said, gathering his personal bags as he waited for Frank to open the door beside him. Frank smirked a bit. "Remember, Alfred: you gotta use Japanese with these people. I know it is not your best language, but it's something you'll have to overcome. Like I know you can, master." Frank said, opening his door and stepping out, coming over to his door and opening it.<br/><br/>"<em>Ja</em>, I know. And also.. thank you for.. taking your time, getting here." the boy said, then added, "I'm going to miss you, Frank." he said as the driver opened the door. The driver smiled, as he took some of Alfred's bags. "It'll be alright, you'll see." Frank said, as Alfred huddled a bit into the jacket he was wearing, the slight wind tearing into him, stealing his warmth. When he was told it would be cold here, they were really not kidding.<br/><br/>His steps into the front yard of the school were spent looking at the structure before him, and its adjoining grounds. It all looked so calm now. He wondered if it would stay that way, now that he and Gott-knows how many others, were now here. Frank came up to the main building's front door, and deposited his bags next to him. "Well, this is as far as I can go, Master Darsten, considering I'm carrying something I'm not supposed to.." he said softly to Alfred. He nodded, knowing full well none of his father's drivers were ever without a firearm of some kind. "I can take it from here, Frank. Have a good trip back." Alfred said to him. Frank simply nodded. "Do your best, Master. Your parents are rightly proud of you, young warrior." Frank said with a chuckle, then headed back to the limo.<br/><br/>Alfred watched him leave, then turned to face the great doors. Mentally straightening his shoulders, he shouldered his duffle, and moved in side, glad to leave that biting cold behind. He could not shake the feeling he was walking into a chimera's den, or a nest of harpies, ready and poised to rend him limb from limb, and devour him. While a much overthought exaggeration, he would definitely mind his step around here. For right now, unless he found a better solution, his idea was to find the headmaster's office, and present himself as one of the new students. A simple plan, really. But simple plans have a tendency to go bad..