<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kirinozawa%20Academy/FuuchouinKazuki69_Av.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hisoka Yoshimori<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early morning, start of school<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Approaching the auditorium<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Hibiki Yukimura, Kaiya Shimizu, Finna Helguson. Seeing Akira Oshou and friends in passing.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Hisoka, his family living so far from Kirinozawa, had arrived at the school two days ago. He'd travelled down by train with a huge stack of luggage and had caught a taxi up the hill from the station to campus. Quite a few students were already on-campus, possibly for reasons similar to his own. He had met the person known as the Dormitory Inspector, a middle-aged rather plump man who sat in a booth at the dorm block entrance and who was also the chief caretaker. He was going bald, was a little sweaty and struck Hisoka at once as not a very nice or helpful man. He seemed mostly interested in sitting behind his glass screen reading what looked horribly like porn magazines and watching awful reality TV shows. He made Hisoka's skin crawl. The man had introduced himself as Hajime Jiro and asked Hisoka to call him "Hajisan". Hisoka decided he'd prefer to have as little contact with him as possible.<br/><br/>Hajisan picked up a phone and spoke a few words and within moments a younger man came out of a side door and with a cursory greeting piled the boys luggage onto a porter's trolley and invited him towards a lift. The pair ascended two floors and then exited, walking down a long corridor until the young man arrived at a door numbered 220 and knocked. Getting no answer he produced a set of keys and unlocked the door, calling out a tentative<em><strong>"Ohayou?"</strong></em>before entering, having ascertained no-one was home.<br/><br/>The dorm was not very large but was at least clean and tidy with functional if unimaginative furnishings. It had a small ante-room where coats, shoes and umbrellas could be stored and a step up into a short corridor off which opened three rooms. The largest was divided by shoulder-height screens into a bedroom with four western style beds, the screens affording some, but not very much, privacy. In addition to the bed, within each screened area was a bedside locker, small desk, reading lamp and a wardrobe. The second room was a lounge with a large soft sofa, two armchairs, a TV and a bookcase. The last room was a tiny kitchenette just big enough for a small sink, microwave, fridge and a couple of other bits and pieces.<br/><br/>The dorm attendant lugged the boy's cases in and put them into a cubicle. Hisoka could see that two of the four beds already had owners. After his arrival the last bed was unoccupied. The young man explained that boys should not cook in the dorm, nor of course smoke. Meals were served in the dorm dining hall but they could make drinks and light snacks here. There was no bathroom, all the students on each floor shared a large communal bathroom in Japanese style, with a row of sinks and washing stools with shower hoses nearby and a large clean-water bath for soaking. There was toilet in addition with the usual urinals and cubicles. The attendant pointed out a house phone by which the students could contact Hajisan. After hours one of the other porters would sit the night shift.<br/><br/>The man bowed with a dry smile and left, presenting Hisoka with two keys; one to the dorm block entrance and one to unit 220.<br/><br/><div align="center">~ ~ ~ oOo ~ ~ ~</div><br/>Over the next two days Hisoka did his best to settle in. In addition to the bathing facilities and dining hall, the dorm block had a communal lounge, a study room and outside a sports court. He met his two dorm buddies later. They were named Akito Honda and Hakaru Kurusawa and obviously already knew each other from somewhere else as they were thick as thieves and laughed a lot together, telling rather coarse jokes and watching the kinds of anime where the girls had the biggest boobs, most underwear shots and puerile storylines. Hisoka shuddered. He was growing more and more unhappy as the day wore on.<br/><br/>That first day he spent in the dorm, checking out his study programme, making sure he had all his textbooks and study guides and keeping his head down. In the evening he went out for a jog around the surrounding blocks and found the school was sited on a hill on the north side of town, well above the harbour and railway station. The surrounding streets were mostly of moderately affluent looking though small homes with a few convenience stores and such like scattered among them. One bonus was the beautiful views over the harbour and bay towards the castle.<br/><br/>When he got back later the fourth bed had been occupied by a very quiet boy whose name he learned was Goro Mizuku. Goro was slight and had bad skin, wore glasses and had his nose deep in a book about quantum mechanics. He remained quiet all the next day, in contrast to the Loud Twins who cared little how much racket they made. Hisoka was already getting depressed about the year ahead with these three, none of whom were his type.<br/><br/>The next day Hisoka arranged several meetings with his various professors and spent much of the time discussing lesson and curriculum details with them. He also checked out the main noticeboard to see if there was an art club (there was) a Kyūdō club (ditto!) or a classical drama club (nope).<br/><br/>On his way back to dorms to eat he was surprised to see two girls walking ahead of him on the path. They weren't in uniform and he was puzzled by their presence on campus but put the thought aside, making the assumption they were visiting either a teacher or a student for whatever reason two girls might visit an official or a friend out of academic time.<br/><br/><div align="center">~ ~ ~ oOo ~ ~ ~</div><br/>The following day was the first day of school and Hisoka rose ridiculously early so that he could bath alone and avoid any other boy seeing his body. It would have been bad if he was seen and he made a decision to try and take showers alone somewhere - hopefully the gym or swimming pool locker rooms would have cubicles with more privacy. Failing that, he'd have to spend money on taking baths in a public bath in town if he could find one. Being a shy boy with breasts was a terrible affliction, despite all those rather pervy manga and anime that seemed to paint transgendered people as though almost a majority. He had enough trouble with his long hair but kept it that length because it was extremely useful for his old school's classical drama club where he had often been chosen to play female roles.<br/><br/>After bathing and taking a leisurely breakfast he left the dorm to attend the orientation meeting that every school had at the opening of a new year. It was mid-April, the weather was mild and of course the sakura were in blossom; their pale pink blooms as stunningly beautiful and melancholy as ever.<br/><br/>He'd put on his brand-new uniform and checked himself carefully in the mirror. Hisoka was almost too fastidious with his appearance. His mother had said he took as long if not longer with his baths and his clothes as she had when she was his age. His long hair he had carefully wound up and put into a bun with a ponytail high up on his scalp. It was a curious style but he'd made it his own. It kept his neck cool and was practical for exercise.<br/><br/>It was while he was moving with the crowds of students towards the school's main block that he saw another girl. Then two more. These were in a uniform of a cute white sailor top and short pale blue skirt with white knee socks. How weird. Why were girls in the crowd? Well, he wasn't going to ask. That would probably result in him saying the wrong thing and making a fool of himself. Girls could be odd creatures. They must be here on some kind of study agreement or transfer deal. It was pretty odd though.<br/><br/>He was passed by a loud group of boys who were all older. Groups of friends often had a ring-leader and this group's natural front-man seemed to be a tall lad with an eye patch and long grey hair. The boys were laughing and animated and Hisoka shrunk back instinctively. Such groups often were prone to being bullies; the gang-mentality was well-known and friends could egg-on each other into dares and doing things they usually would not do when on their own.<br/><br/>As he reached the auditorium doors and waited to go in he saw three more girls. These were all in casual clothes and his curiosity was now thoroughly piqued. Why no uniform? Schools always had strict uniform rules, except some universities of course. Hisoka came to the conclusion that no uniform meant they were not students of the school but that didn't go any way to explaining why they were there.<br/><br/>As he passed, one of the trio looked up and their eyes briefly locked. The girl was quite cute and had amazing pink hair. She gave him a smile and feeling his cheeks colouring, Hisoka gave only the briefest nod of a greeting and tucked his head down to go with the crowd into the auditorium. He found a seat and picked up the leaflet that was placed there giving details of the assembly to come.<br/><br/>Looking up around the enormous room he saw more girls. What on earth was going on?