Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn & Haibane]
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				Title: <strong>Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 00:16:26</strong>
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				(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_01.jpg)<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_02.jpg)<br><br>KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>Or, at least that is the name I am using for this operation. It should be simple; identify the subject - observe - report back - follow subsequent instructions. Simple yes, except it had suddenly become much harder right from the start.<br><br>People. Humans. <em>Lots</em> of them.<br><br>Then, suddenly, out of the darkness, two voices.<br><br>"Hey, I'm sure it was near here!"<br><br>"Come on, it was just a plane or a helicopter."<br><br>"That low over the sea? At night? No way. And it was silent."<br><br>"It was a long way off."<br><br>"No, no, it was right <em>here</em>. I swear it. Less than a mile out."<br><br>"Fishing boat."<br><br>"That can fly?"<br><br>"You said it was low over the water."<br><br>It was two males of the species. They sounded older than the subject I was interested in. I squatted low in the bushes and kept still.<br><br>"It was high up, and came down."<br><br>"Meteor. Falling star. Asteroid. Piece of space junk."<br><br>"No, no, it <em>manoeuvred</em>."<br><br>"<em>You</em> manoeuvred. All over the road. You can hardly walk straight. It was that sixth beer that did it."<br><br>"No, I'm sober."<br><br>"Yeah, and I'm a little green man from outer space. Whoooooo~"<br><br>"Knock it off!"<br><br>"See? Can't even hit me. You're drunk..."<br><br>"It came down and went <em>Smoooooooshhh!</em>"<br><br>"What?"<br><br>"<em>SMOOOOOSH!</em> It smoooshed."<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_03.jpg)<br><br>I saw through the leaves the male hold his arm out straight in front of him, the palm downwards and wiggle it forwards and side to side a bit. I agreed, it looked very <em>smooshy</em> to me.<br><br>"You said it was silent!"<br><br>"No, it was quiet. A quiet <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>smooosh</em></span>."<br><br>He squatted lower and wiggled his hand less.<br><br>"You're drunk. Pissed as a lord."<br><br>"Gah... I tell you I saw something..."<br><br>The two voices faded along the roadway. I stood up carefully and observed the pair of older-than-I-was-interested-in males dwindle and go out of sight. I moved out of the bushes that were clumped along the top of the sea wall above the beach and dusted some dirt off my human clothing. <em>Skirt. It is a skirt. I must remember the right names of things.</em> I gripped my bag resolutely.<br><br>Around me all was calm and dark. This planet had a short night and day, less than half ours. Adjusting might be difficult. The gravity was similar though and the air smelled sweet. I breathed in deeply filling my lungs with the strange but invigorating smells. Sea salt, weedy plants that grew in the sea, fragrantly scented blooms, pine sap, hot stone radiating heat out after a summer day. Then there were sounds; waves gently lapping on sand, undergrowth rustling, cicadas chirping. I had seen the insects in the bushes and classified them already. The tree types also. Catalogued. Filed.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_06.jpg)<br><br>There was a faint <em>ding-ding-ding-dinging</em> noise a distance away along the coast road. I saw flashing red lights. After a short while a long brightly lit transportation unit rattled past the red lights which I took to be a hazard warning of some kind. The long vehicle had come out of a hole in the ground - a tunnel under a wooded hill, over the road and along the coastline towards the source of my concern.<br><br>The human settlement. I sighed. Why a settlement? Why did the target have to live in such a large concentration of other humans? It made what had started as a simple mission a lot harder.<br><br><em>Pook.</em><br><br>Pook is my word when I'm annoyed. When I'm frustrated I pook at things.<br><br><em>Pook.</em><br><br>I was frustrated now. The ships guidance system had landed me in one of their large bodies of salt water, off the shore of a huge island. The north-most big island in a group of three that made up a curved shape of what we knew was a country called Jaah-pan. Ja-pan. I said the sound over again in my head. Japan. Because the ship had located the target in Ja-pan my bosses had given me the training to take up the form of a human of these regions and a name that was common here.<br><br><strong>"Watashi wa Kazami Mizuho desu. Dozo yoroshiku!"</strong> I practiced my Japanese out loud. I had even learned their language.<br><br>Our sensors could only pin-point a target to within a mile or so. When we go to unpopulated places that is usually not a problem, but we had discovered that Jah-pan is one of the most densely populated places on this planet! And right now, my ship was telling me that the target was right <em>there!</em><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_05.jpg)<br><br>In that town.<br><br><em>Pook.</em><br><br>I had to find him, if his own people became aware of what he could do things could turn very bad, these were a primitive species after all. How to find a young male of that age in a large settlement...<br><br>* * *<br><br>It was the next morning. This would be their day called Thursday. Thursday the fifth day of their month called June, their year by calculating from an old important event in their belief system, two thousand and twenty five.<br><br>I had my plan now. It was the best one I could think of. These humans had places of education just like us. I had come across one on my walk into town. Schools, they called them. Gathered together in the schools were large numbers of male and female young taught about how to be equipped to continue into adult life by knowledgeable individuals, always older, called teachers.<br><br>My plan was to spend time working in the schools in this town of which there were three and observe the young males of the right age range. Then I would find him.<br><br>It might take a while. I would have to send back reports of why there was a delay, but given that I couldn't do anything super-clever with my ship that would alarm these primitive creatures I would have to rely on the old brain. These missions were often dull, I was looking forward to the work involved on this one, time to dust off the old skills.<br><br>Last night I had used some special equipment to get into a local government building that was concerned with their department of education. I had connected to their computer system, which was almost defenceless, and altered some important data both locally at the school, in the town records themselves and in the place where this education authority had its main computer, a city called Sapporo many miles to the west. Tomorrow a teacher in the school would receive a letter transferring him to another school in the region and this school here would have got an electronic notification of a new teacher being transferred in. Her first day of work was Friday, sixth of June. Tomorrow. Kazami Mizuho-Sensei's first day at her new job! Yes!<br><br>I did an enthusiastic wiggle and let my tail out to do some loops in celebration before tucking it away again.<br><br>As for the old fieldwork skills... now I had to find somewhere to live... I located a public records building called a library and set to work looking for accommodation on their public computer network. An <em>inter-net</em> they called it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 00:24:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e149/macross_green/800px-Apaato.jpg)</div><br>The flat he lived in was a simple, two story affair.&nbsp; It took up one side of a block... the flat, that is, not his apartment within it.&nbsp; The building he lived in was merely one of several owned by the same agency, renting out to those who lived within.&nbsp; It was a two story apartment building, just large enough for a 2 bedroom with a large bathing room and a somewhat larger than normal kitchen.&nbsp; There was a small living/dining room.&nbsp; No garage.&nbsp; Instead, it was a series of parking stalls outside the apartment, and of which one was assigned to the young man that was cleaning the place himself.&nbsp; Not that he used it.&nbsp; It was, fortunately, still pretty clean since he was cleaning the apartment almost daily.&nbsp; Other than his own room, though even that was cleaner than normal.<br><br>On the bulletin board outside the building, along the street and near the mail boxes that were set up for the inhabitants of the flat to get their mail from, was an ad.&nbsp; It had been printed up from an ad he had placed on the internet several weeks ago.&nbsp; Even now, unfortunately, he'd had little to no luck finding anyone interested, or capable, of paying for half the rent.&nbsp; While he could, conceivably, continue living here, the money that he had inherited from his grandparents would not last forever.&nbsp; Indeed, it wouldn't last for the rest of the year unless he had some help, despite his taking a part time job on the side.&nbsp; The school didn't know about it.<br><br>The school couldn't know about it, or else he would get into trouble.&nbsp; Fortunately, helping out at the local grocery store gave him a source of income that eased the pains of emptying his inheritance somewhat.&nbsp; Almost entirely, actually.&nbsp; But it mainly paid only for the rent and very little of anything else- the utilities were partially paid for by his part time job as well, but food came out of pocket and practically forced him to buy what he ate, when he wanted to eat.&nbsp; It was expensive, but far more convenient.<br><br>He glanced out the window as he finished wiping it down, leaving the glass rather clean.&nbsp; It was a storm window, reinforced to keep from breaking unless struck solidly by something- even a hurricane wouldn't do the trick, or so the company that had installed it had said in the warranty.&nbsp; He nodded as he looked at the window carefully, and then stepped away, back to the door as he put the cleaning materials onto the table.&nbsp; On went the sandals- it wasn't raining today.&nbsp; Early June meant that it was fairly decent out, most of the time, and today was no exception.&nbsp; The sun was out and so were a few large, fluffy white clouds.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e149/macross_green/Game%20Images/OddCharacters/Zane.jpg)</div>Out to the mailbox he went- he rarely went there because of the others that were there at any time.&nbsp; But from here, he could see that the mailbox was devoid of any of his neighbors, so he stepped outside and headed out to it.&nbsp; Wearing only a white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts along with the sandals on his feet, he jogged to the mailbox and opened it up with a key. Mizuhara Zane... Bill, bill, have you seen this child, magazine subscription.&nbsp; He flipped through the envelopes and shrugged, closing the box up and heading back into his home.&nbsp; The sight of the bills bothered him, annoyance and resignation coming to the fore of his mind as he walked inside.&nbsp; The door closed behind him, though he never touched the door on his way back in.&nbsp; He didn't pay any heed to the fact, but returned after a moment to lock the door behind him.<br><br>He never noticed the person that had been watching from a distance, just gazing at the flat.&nbsp; That man that was watching had, however, noticed how the door had closed behind the young man without any form of physical manipulation at all.<br><br><br>The next day came quickly and he was soon wearing the school's mandatory gakuran uniform.&nbsp; It was almost stifling, to be honest, so he buttoned up only the bottom three buttons, letting his white t-shirt (not the same one he'd worn the day before, of course) show as he pulled on a dark green helmet and latched it under his chin.&nbsp; The young man glanced both ways as he took his machine from where he had it stored on the porch just outside his doorway after locking the door behind him, and led it out to the parking lot.&nbsp; It didn't take much to get on the road, especially after he'd slipped his backpack onto his back, looping his arms through the straps easily enough.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e149/macross_green/mc_u15041.jpg)</div>The scooter was an old style Vespa 150cc, a good ten year old design that was durable, had never been in an accident, and had a good set of tires on it.&nbsp; Zane had been given it as part of his inheritence, a motorbike that his grandfather had sworn by and to be honest, he had always liked.&nbsp; Black, somewhat shiny though needing a good was, it had seen its share of bad weather and come through unscathed.&nbsp; <br><br>On the road he went, quickly reaching a good 50kph, the speed limit that was about average around Monshizu itself.&nbsp; Following the water wall around to the main street, Zane held the machine steady as he splashed through a shallow puddle.&nbsp; It got his pantlegs a little wet, but not soaked.&nbsp; Past the crowds of students that walked along the street he sped, that low hum of the machine's electric motor doing little to alert anyone of his passage.&nbsp; So, it was an electric-powered noise maker that did the rest, mimicking the sound of a banshee of an old-school lawnmower as he continued on, his feet resting on the step-through portion of the motorbike's design.<br><br>The school was coming up- there were five or six buildings that made up the school campus, not including the large gymnasium across the maintenance road from the main portion of the school that is.&nbsp; The parking lot wasn't exceptionally full, as was normal for the place.&nbsp; He had a special permit to ride his motorbike to school, along with a license, insurance... the whole load that came with living practically independantly.&nbsp; Of course, without his part-time job, it'd be almost impossible to do what he was doing.<br><br>Parking his motorbike and locking it up with the chain to a bike rack beside the parking lot, on the cement walkway, he took off the helmet and headed on in.&nbsp; There were always a few other students who envied his method of transportation (and more than a few who had asked for rides home when they were busy, lazy, or feeling ill) through Monshizu, even if the bike itself was over half as old as they were.&nbsp; It was not a long walk to get to his homeroom, so he spent some time at his locker, putting his outdoor shoes away and putting on his indoor pair instead.&nbsp; He set a few books away and pulled out two others from it, locking his locker behind him and heading upstairs.<br><br>He grinned as he met up with a friend of his in class, sitting down in his seat before the other student could strike up a conversation.&nbsp; "Did you hear that we're gettin' a new homeroom teacher tomorrow?&nbsp; Turns out Yoshihara-san got a sudden transfer today!"<br><br>Zane glanced to his friend, one Hamide Junpei, and shook his head.&nbsp; "Where'd you hear something like that?&nbsp; They normally announce that kinda thing during the morning class, don't they?" he demanded, to which his friend grinned at him.&nbsp; Zane smirked.<br><br>"Easy enough.&nbsp; I overheard it while I was using the water fountain near the office.&nbsp; Yoshihara-san was really pissed off, I bet almost everyone heard the news from how loud he was going off on it."<br><br>One of the girls that sat nearby laughed.&nbsp; "Yeah, I heard it too.&nbsp; I saw his face, it was even more red than yours was when you drank the sake at that party last week, Junpei."&nbsp; Zane chuckled as Junpei tried to deny that in its entirety, even as their homeroom teacher, seemingly for the day, came in along with another adult.<br><br>Things quieted down as Yoshihara-sensei took his few things off the desk, set them into a cardboard box, and then promptly left the room, his angry-looking face evident to each student as they watched him leave.&nbsp; Then there was the sound of a throat being cleared, and the other adult viewed the various students in the room as the door slid shut behind the teacher that had just left the classroom.<br><br>"Students, Yoshihara-san has just been transferred, as I'm sure some of you have already learned if that gossip we overheard was any indication at all.&nbsp; Anyway, I'm your temporary replacement teacher for the day.&nbsp; Just call me Morooka-sensei and as long as you follow the rules for the short time you're blessed with my guidance, I'll do my best to not send anyone to detention tonight."&nbsp; The man had a bit of an overbite and a nose that was tinged just a little red.&nbsp; Zane hurried and buttoned up his gakuran, and he wasn't the only one who had to remember to do the same thing.<br><br>Zane frowned at the older man's words, but he didn't say a thing.&nbsp; None of the other students did either.&nbsp; Morooka nodded.&nbsp; "Good, I guess we understand each other.&nbsp; You've got ten minutes to get your things ready while I figure out where you poor saps were left off at yesterday."<br><br>A collective groan escaped the students while the teacher shuffled off to the teacher's desk and started going through the various few notes that were left for him to deal with.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a long day for all who wound up involved with Morooka.<br><br>The mid-afternoon came not soon enough, and Zane had to hurry home in order to deal with the homework and check his answering machine and e-mail for any interested parties in the apartment.&nbsp; In the past several weeks, he had only a few people who had shown up to look around, and in the one case where someone had attempted to get on the lease with him, the man had been denied after submitting the application.<br><br>He didn't quite speed through the streets of Monshizu, but he did take his time to go to the grocery store and pick up a few essentials- some cheap fish, ramen, rice, kimchi, and a few other odds and ends that were very useful when it came to making a decent dinner with enough leftovers to use for a lunch or two in the coming days.&nbsp; Once home, the first thing to come off after he locked up the motorbike was the gakuren, a sigh of relief escaping him as he tugged at the collar of his t-shirt and headed into the kitchen to put things away for a little while.&nbsp; In the meantime, he booted up the laptop he had set up on the kitchen counter, and waited for it to load by pouring himself a glass of water from the dispenser in the fridge.<br><br>The water was gone within a minute as he chugged the contents of the glass immediately.&nbsp; It had gotten quite warm out today, and he was almost sweating even in the apartment.&nbsp; Shivering, he gasped after finishing off the glass and set it aside as he glanced to the clock above the TV on the wall.&nbsp; It was very nearly five o'clock already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 02:16:05</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>It was a strange looking structure, the doors to all the rooms were on the outside and the staircase was too. If it rained and you wanted to go upstairs...? You got wet? Peculiar. I could not tell from the photograph what it was built of. It looked like flexstruct although I wasn't sure that humans had anything like our usual building materials at home. They had some very ancient looking buildings here, made of carved stone blocks and the dried and shaped timber of their trees. Most bizarre to my eyes.<br><br>The buildings in the town I had slowly walked around yesterday were a mixture, some quite attractive, some hideous and some I couldn't decide on at all. I began to realise that what were probably the older ones of stone and wood were nicer.<br><br>I frowned again at the picture. This one wasn't very nice. Or at least it was... Hm. Totally bland really. But it was big and while I wasn't yet certain how fair a price 18,000 Yen a month was, that at least was not a consideration. In my bag was several million Yen in notes, all carefully holo-sourced from an actual note I had, um, <em>acquired</em> yesterday by a small sleight of hand. Taking the note back to my ship it took less than eight hours to create a case full of them, carefully rendering each with an actual number real banknotes bore (wasn't this planet's inter-net system useful?) and marked up to look aged and creased. They were not forgeries in the sense that I had learned that paper money was forged by some greedy humans. No, they were exact and perfect replicas of actual notes. In effect there was now twenty eight million perfect Yen in 1000 Yen notes in circulation. Erm, twice.<br><br>My reserve of money had taken quite a knock when I bought the car. I saw it in a glass-walled building in the town centre and fell in love with it at once. I didn't know what it was except it had a roof that folded down into the trunk, it was bright pineapple and it went very fast. Actually, no. Orange. It was orange. The humans name their colours after fruits it seems. This morning I had taken it up into the hills to get used to it and found it very easy to command, although it was all manual controls, no auto-piloting system at all and the device marked as a <em>sat-nav</em> destination acquisition system was somewhat crude, having no jump-drive at all.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_07.jpg)<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_08.jpg)<br><br>Humans must live at a very slow pace, having to physically travel everywhere around their planet. They must waste so much of their lives just sitting in vehicles.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kazami_Mizuho_01.jpg)</div><br>The smiling man who sold me the car... Was it called a Mazda? Maybe, I can't remember - was terribly eager to sell it to me, rubbing his hands and telling me lots I didn't need to know. I enquired about whether he had anything with a jump-drive or defensive weapons systems but he just laughed and looked as though I was stupid. Perhaps only their law enforcement transport has phased plasma accelerators. I should examine one. The car-selling man looked somewhat surprised at the case of money and had to speak with his manager. I had to go into a small back room while the manager had to get all his staff from their desks to count out six million Yen in one thousand notes. It took a while but I found the primitive process of counting paper currency so quaint that I sat and enjoyed every minute.<br><br>Which brings me to this building. The inter-net system had a list of places to buy or rent. I did not plan to stay long and the costs to buy would take me several days just to create enough currency which was silly so I looked at the rented sections. There was quite a lot of choice but most of them looked very suspicious, dirty and nasty and... well, I'm not involved in the class definition debates at home but I have discovered that a teacher of humans is considered a respectable job so I must have an address that is commensurate with my work.<br><br>Commensurate. Isn't that such a good word? I'm getting to use some great ones. The car man was quite surprised when I asked him about the fuel stoichiometry.<br><br>I drove the car into a hard open space in front of the building which was marked with little white zones the right size for my car, so I picked one at random and got out.<br><br>The house had numbers on each of its doors. I suppose the owner used them to designate the function of each. The entry room appeared to be door two so I walked up to it... and promptly bumped my nose on it.<br><br><strong>"Oi!"</strong> I said, still not used to this Jah-pan having very few doors with motion sensors. I had a lot to learn. I lifted my hand, made a fist and tapped the fist on the door. I could get used to these Jah-pan customs, they're quite fun.<br><br>I listened. Was the owner even in?<br><br>There was a pause and then the sound of footsteps. The door opened.<br><br><em>Oh. Cute.</em> <strong>"Oh. Kon... Um... Konbanwa. I er..."</strong> <em>Bow you silly, bow!</em> I bowed, a little stiffly since it was only my third or fourth attempt. <strong>"The rent. For the house? I've come about the rent. To pay your rent."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:14:57</strong>
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				Zane blinked- by the time he heard something at the door, he'd already heard the odd sound of an engine that he didn't recognize.&nbsp; He had practically memorized the different sounds of the engines of the vehicles owned by those who lived in the nearest apartments to his, but this one was quite literally new to him.&nbsp; Then came the bump on the door.&nbsp; Taking a good look at the cooking ramen and the fish on the grill, he nodded and left the meal to cook for a moment as he headed for his door and looked out the little eye-glass.<br><br>Zane wasn't sure what to make of this woman out front.&nbsp; She was quite attractive, and he was pretty sure that he hadn't called out for food tonight.&nbsp; But that couldn't be it, she wasn't wearing any sort of uniform at all.&nbsp; After a few seconds to debate it, the young man unlocked the door with a loud click and opened it up.&nbsp; He found himself an inch or three shorter than the red haired woman that he found there.<br><br>"Ca-" he started, only to be cut off by the woman who bowed before him.&nbsp; She looked kind of... odd when bowing.&nbsp; He couldn't quite figure out why, though.&nbsp; <em>Probably not used to it.</em> Zane considered, and then she managed to speak again.&nbsp; He couldn't help the incredulous look he got when she stated she was here about paying the rent.&nbsp; His rent.&nbsp; Then he understood a little better- she was a returner, or close enough.&nbsp; It was his own little term for a japanese person who was possibly born in Japan, or elsewhere, and lived most of their lives anyplace else before returning to Japan.&nbsp; Her words didn't make a whole lot of sense, so he had to consider what she was saying carefully.<br><br>"You... You've come about the room I have for rent.&nbsp; Is that correct?" he asked her, smiling a little to the woman.&nbsp; His face was a little flushed, both from trying to understand her and as a result of what he was seeing of her from rather up close.&nbsp; "Please, come in." he offered, opening the door wider and stepping back to give her enough room to enter the apartment.&nbsp; "Did you already apply through the apartment office?&nbsp; If you did and they approved you, then you are welcome to move in right now."<br><br>Zane thought about it for a moment, and then bowed to her politely.&nbsp; "My manners, please forgive me.&nbsp; I have had no visitors for a while now.&nbsp; My name is Mizuhara Zane, it is good to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:31:45</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You... You've come about the room I have for rent. Is that correct?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Mm!"</strong> I said, smiling, then <strong>"Hai!"</strong> in case the 'Hm!' wasn't enough. Then I nodded just to be sure. <strong>"Room, yes."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Please, come in."<br><br>"Did you already apply through the apartment office? If you did and they approved you, then you are welcome to move in right now."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I blinked once. The blink hid a moment of panic, <em>What's an apartment office? Is there all lots of paperwork to do like I had to with the car?</em> <strong>"I did!"</strong> I responded almost instantly, <strong>"The apartment office was very... helpful? Is that right?"</strong> Not knowing what one was I tried to think fast. <strong>"It was fine, yes. Thank you."</strong><br><br><em>Must fix that small problem at once.</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"My manners, please forgive me. I have had no visitors for a while now.&nbsp; My name is Mizuhara Zane, it is good to meet you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Mizuhara-san, I am pleased to meet you too. I'm Kazami Mizuho. So, you are the person with the house for rent? I am in the right place? 18,000 Yen each month? May I...? Um... look around?"</strong><br><br><em>Is that polite enough?</em><br><br><strong>"Please?"</strong> I added belatedly.<br><br><em>Should have set the Jap-an social learning programme running while I was in cryosleep. I'd know all the details by now if I had.</em><br><br>There was the most wonderful smell coming from somewhere. I realised I was hungry. I had been out all day buying and then nearly crashing cars, been looking on the inter-nets for things and walking around town and quite forgotten to eat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 03:52:59</strong>
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				Mizuhara Zane<br><br>He nodded, and smiled.&nbsp; So she was here for the room, and not the entire apartment.&nbsp; That was important.&nbsp; The young man listened to her response and then considered the worrisome fact that she seemed to not understand what the apartment office was.&nbsp; Perhaps it was just him, though, or just her attempting to speak Japanese when it wasn't her most familiar language.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, it was too late to check with the office right now, and at any rate she didn't seem to have wandered off the streets, especially if that orange car he'd seen in the parking lot was hers.&nbsp; He didn't recognize it, but had noticed it when he looked outside to find her.&nbsp; Zane closed the door behind her after she had entered the apartment, locking it, and then smiled again as he remembered dinner being cooked.&nbsp; <br><br>"Pardon me, I must get to the kitchen.&nbsp; Please, feel free to look around.&nbsp; The messy bedroom is mine, of course." he told her, and then hurried back to the kitchen to turn the fish over on the grill and stir the ramen in the pot.&nbsp; A bit of kimchi was added as well, to strengthen the flavor of the so-called 'oriental' seasoning.&nbsp; He hadn't purchased a beef packet, since fish was on the menu tonight...<br><br>Zane glanced up after a moment and thought about it.&nbsp; The fish was large enough to portion out, and the ramen was enough as well for two.&nbsp; "Ah, Kazami-san, if you like, please join me for dinner.&nbsp; It will be meager, but I do hope you will like it." he offered to her, if she was still around the living/dining room.&nbsp; There was a little hallway between the kitchen and the living room, which led to the bathroom straight ahead in the hallway and a bedroom on either side of that.&nbsp; The empty room was the one between the bathroom and the kitchen itself, and was actually just a little larger than his is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-06-2010, 15:33:16</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Pardon me, I must get to the kitchen. Please, feel free to look around. The messy bedroom is mine, of course."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh. Yes. Don't mind me, please."</strong> I bowed again and he disappeared along a short corridor and went right into the compartment where the nice smells were coming from.<br><br>I stood in the hallway a moment and looked around. The place smelled of <em>young human boy</em>. Not a nasty smell at all, but just... young. Healthy. There were hints of some scent too, perhaps an aftershave he used. I liked it. There was a lower section of the corridor behind the entry door then a step up. I had seen this already, you took your outdoor shoes off and put on slippers. I couldn't see any slippers.<br><br><em>Um...</em> I hesitated but then thinking outdoor shoes would be ruder than bare feet I slid my shoes off and stepped up, barefoot to the matting of the floor which was a closely woven fibre and quite a nice texture to the skin. <em>Tatami</em> I knew it was called. I was learning fast.<br><br>On the right was the cooking compartment, on the left an open room with a low utility surface that I had found out was called <em>kotatsu</em>. There were soft seating stations, one of them long and meant for multiple persons to share and a monitor screen of some kind. I knew it was a television, a receiver for 2D mass broadcast visual media. Primitive but entertaining nonetheless. I might find such a thing useful as a learning device. A window gave natural light and looked down onto the personal transportation docking deck.<br><br>Ahead of me was a small white tiled room with a large deep long bowl arranged at the end. I think these were the places the humans used to clean their bodies in. There were metal snakes, valves and a smaller bowl. In a small separate compartment adjacent was a human waste disposal facility. The compartments were all quite clean.<br><br>I poked my head into the second door on the left and found a small but comfortable sleeping bay with a raised soft pallet and shelves for books, ornaments and things. There were 2D static images attached to the walls.<br><br>The last room beyond the food preparation area was empty. Tatami mats and a long floor to ceiling cupboard with sliding panels to place clothing in. It had a tall glass panel as a window or door facing the back of the building. I slid it open to find a small balcony or short walkway that ran across the rear of the washing compartment and joined onto a similar balcony behind the other sleeping chamber. I stepped out and grasped the safety rail. Behind the living quarters building was a fence and then a row of trees with more buildings half hidden behind the greenery. Above to the left was higher ground with more dwellings and forests beyond. Down to the right I could just see the main road, the mass transportation vehicle runway beyond that and then the sea. I breathed in. It smelled fresh and I could pick up the sea smell.<br><br>He called out.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah, Kazami-san, if you like, please join me for dinner.&nbsp; It will be meagre, but I do hope you will like it."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh!"</strong> I said in reply, a little unsure. I was hungry though. <strong>"If it is not too much bother, thank you very much."</strong> <em>So, eating with him. Is that not one of the prelude to courtship rituals the humans have? Or can it be a harmless socialising event?</em> I wasn't sure.<br><br>I padded silently back into the relaxing chamber. So... hm... it seemed as though all the compartments for a single person, or two persons living cohabitationally were here in this one section of the house. It struck me then that this might be the only part the man-boy used and that the other sections were empty... or? Maybe had other humans living in them? I wasn't sure and I had already confused a few people today, not just the car selling man with my lack of understanding of how things functioned socially in Jap-han so I decided to remain silent about that.<br><br>I went across to the place of amazing smells and stood in the doorway. I can move silently when I wish, it is one of our traits, and being unshod it was easier. For a few moments the man-boy seemed to be unaware I was stood watching. It gave me time to observe. He seemed quite relaxed about having a stranger of the opposite gender in his living quarters. He must have experience of relations with them, despite his young age. His hair was a very nice colour and according to all the hair I had seen in the last two days, quite unusual. His eyes too, a deep bluish purple. Pretty, though cautious. He had cautious eyes as though he were guarding something away he didn't want others to find. He was shorter than the human frame I had chosen to emulate as a camouflage on this planet but his was more muscular. There are many similarities between the human genders and our own and the strength that I could detect dormant in his physique wasn't lost on me.<br><br>He wore a simple top of plain colour that I had learned was called a <em>Tee-Shirt</em> and plain dark lower leggings held up around his middle with a narrow tightener. He turned and looked at me.<br><br><em>Nice eyes.</em> I smiled nervously.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kazami_Mizuho_02.jpg)<br><br><strong>"Haha, yes. It is a lovely habitation. If you think I will be agreeable to you I would like very much to stay. The empty room at the back is pretty. A lovely view. Did you wish to have the rent paid in advance? I don't mind."</strong><br><br>I went into the small food preparation area and looked at things, the drawers, the cupboards, the surface where he had utensils out and the heating device. Terribly primitive and wasteful of power but logical I assumed, for these creatures. There were other electric powered machines too. I guessed one might be for food preservation, perhaps a stasis chamber. I didn't know what the other was for. There was a washing bowl here too and more valves for water. Despite how odd it all seemed it was a practical arrangement. Another <em>kotatsu</em> was by the window.<br><br>For a short while I stayed quiet and observed, watching him work away at heating the food. I can learn fast by observation, its in my training after all. Then on the side near where he was cooking was something that caught my attention. A personal data console. I wondered if it were possible to get access to their inter-net through it? It could be useful.<br><br><strong>"Are those expensive?"</strong> I asked, nodding at it, <strong>"And can you connect to the inter-nets from it?"</strong> It would be rude and even dangerous to use his unless he gave permission. Buying one for myself was the next option.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 02:48:15</strong>
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				Zane was smiling as he continued working on the meal, adding a few things to the ramen, including a little butter and a bit of spice to give it some more flavor.&nbsp; It wouldn't be very hot to him, and it was as nothing compared to, say, wasabi.&nbsp; He didn't want to hurt his guest's tastebuds, after all.&nbsp; It took him a moment, as he turned to get into the fridge, to realize that he was being watched.&nbsp; The young man's eyes caught sight of the lady that had been invited into his home and he gave her a hesitant smile in response to the nervous one that she gave him.<br><br>"Haha, yes. It is a lovely habitation. If you think I will be agreeable to you I would like very much to stay. The empty room at the back is pretty. A lovely view. Did you wish to have the rent paid in advance? I don't mind."<br><br>Zane blinked at her words and nodded slightly.&nbsp; "I am glad you like it.&nbsp; I try to clean up every day, to make this apartment presentable." he told her, thinking about living with her.&nbsp; She was absolutely gorgeous, from her hair to her eyes, and the rest of her body was easily capable of catching the eyes of any heterosexual male or woman interested in the same gender.<br><br>Sometimes, life was unfair when it came to women.&nbsp; Other times, it was almost like it was teasing you instead.&nbsp; He glanced to the food cooking for a second, as if to think about the idea of living with her, though to be honest, he'd already decided.&nbsp; "If you are certain you would like to stay here, then I would be happy to rent the room to you." He told her, and smiled to her again.&nbsp; In saying this, he'd forgotten to mention the lease or a contract or anything.&nbsp; The curtains to the sides of the front windows fluttered... but there was no wind to cause them to do such.<br><br>When she asked about his laptop while he worked on dinner, he nodded a little.&nbsp; "They can be expensive, yes.&nbsp; This is a middle-line model, I got it as a gift from my grandparents a few years ago.&nbsp; It's almost obsolete, now, but it gets me on the internet.&nbsp; There's a wireless network throughout the building, so if you have a laptop or a desktop, we can get you hooked up to it." Was his response as he turned to the fridge, pulling out a bag of salad and he filled two bowls full of it.&nbsp; "Would you like anything with your salad?&nbsp; I do not have much variety, but I have balsamic vinegar and ranch dressing.&nbsp; Plenty of pepper and salt too, if you'd like those too."<br><br>Even as he waited for her response, he pulled out the balsamic and poured some onto his own salad.&nbsp; It was pretty good tasting and light, certainly different from the comparatively 'heavy' taste of the ranch dressing.&nbsp; He blinked, and looked back to her.&nbsp; "Would you like to use a fork, or chopsticks?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 03:17:44</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am glad you like it. I try to clean up every day, to make this apartment presentable."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I would like to help you!"</strong> I piped up, <strong>"The money is nothing and I feel like I should give a little more, so helping clean would make me feel more owner. Um. No. More... there's a word. Responsible? Yes, responsible. I think."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"If you are certain you would like to stay here, then I would be happy to rent the room to you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I am certain I would like to stay here, yes. Thank you. I have my things in my pineapple, I can bring them up directly."</strong><br><br>As he finished preparing the meal - of which there seemed to be a fearsome number of components; very confusing - he answered my question about his personal data console. I didn't quite gather everything he said but if it was anything like the computer in the education authority building it would be simple to use.<br><br><em>Laptop? Desktop?</em> Desks were the working surfaces they used. Car selling man had called his a 'desk'. And laps were... the tops of your legs when you sat. I chewed my lip and tried to hide a frown. It was taking a while to get a hang of some of the local terms.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Would you like anything with your salad? I do not have much variety, but I have balsamic vinegar and ranch dressing.&nbsp; Plenty of pepper and salt too, if you'd like those too."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Yes please!"</strong> I said brightly, <strong>"I would like to try a little of everything."</strong><br><br>He put bowls and plates and glasses on the <em>kotatsu</em>. I was really getting the hang of this.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Would you like to use a fork, or chopsticks?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh, Zaetmos, car!"</strong> I stood there with a look of alarm on my face. <strong>"I meant car, not pineapple. That was stupid of me."</strong> <em>Get a grip, or he'll start treating you the same as the car selling man did!</em><br><br>His face was looking rather surprised. I was feeling idiotic. I gave him a weak smile and felt my face colouring up. <strong>"Please, whichever you use, fork or carsticks, I don't mind."</strong><br><br>I stood there and felt like a complete Anstrucian.<br><br><strong>"I'm sorry. I'm rather tired. I've had a long journey and spent two very busy days in a strange town looking for somewhere to stay. I think if you don't mind I should eat and then get some rest."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 03:29:11</strong>
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				Her problems with the japanese language was almost endearing, to be honest, as he listened to her try and explain that she meant that she would like to clean in order to be more responsible.&nbsp; He nodded, and when she told him that she would like to stay here, he smiled again.&nbsp; But when Kazami mentioned her 'pineapple', he couldn't help but to look confused.<br><br>"I will go light on the pepper and salt, and let's start with the balsamic.&nbsp; It does not go well with the ranch." Zane told her, pouring the vinegar on top of her salad and then sprinkling a little pepper on it as well before turning off the small two-stove burner and setting the meal onto their plates.<br><br>Her exclaimed words about a car, not a pineapple, made him nod slightly in half-understanding.&nbsp; How does one confuse pineapple with a car?&nbsp; And what was that word she said?&nbsp; Zaetmos?&nbsp; Zane shrugged slightly, figuring that she had just said his first name wrong rather than some failed attempt at cursing instead.&nbsp; "Let's try the forks." he said, pulling two out from the drawer, setting one onto each plate beside the grilled fish.&nbsp; The ramen was poured into two bowls, with just a drizzle of the broth on it for now- he liked his ramen somewhat dry.<br><br>"I can understand that pretty easily.&nbsp; Why don't you take a shower after dinner?&nbsp; I can get the water ready for you." he commented, and then glanced around.&nbsp; "Wait... do you have a change of clothes with you?&nbsp; Or is everything out in your car right now?" he asked her.&nbsp; If she had moved from wherever she'd come from, he figured that she must have a fair amount of stuff with her.&nbsp; "I can help you carry everything in, if you'd like."<br><br>Dinner was set upon the dinner table, a small rectangular plate with the fish on it and two bowls- one steaming from the ramen, the other cool with the salad in it- on either side of the low table.&nbsp; A glass of water for the both of them was set beside the plate.&nbsp; He sat down on the floor and pulled his legs under the table, and looked up to his guest.&nbsp; "Please, sit, eat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-06-2010, 12:49:16</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>The meal was a mixture of delicious and frightening. Humans used a lot of spices, or perhaps Japanese did? Our food at home is almost all fruit, vegetable and nut-based and we use hardly any spices, avoiding the very hot Chimuna plant. A few of us use it as seasoning but most avoid it. I even found his 'balsamic vinegar' quite piquant and coughed a little as I munched on some delicious crunchy green stuff. He called it salad and its like our fresh picked Selmo and Rakki, mixed with some Buno beans. Cold, crisp and refreshing.<br><br>The 'ranch' (whatever that is) did not mix with the balsamic. I added both and regretted it but ate that mouthful quickly to return to the unseasoned salad which became my favourite.<br><br>What the locals called <em>ramen</em> was delicious, though even this was on the edge of what my palette could tolerate. I loved the noodles and the small crunchy bits of vegetable. After a while I realised he was watching me. I became very self-conscious and must have blushed again, looking away. Every bite I had taken had been cautious and with each chewed mouthful I must have had strange expressions of discovery on my face. He must have realised that I hadn't eaten this kind of meal before. I kept to the salad and <em>ramen</em> without any more balsamic or pepper and tried to keep the wonderment out of my range of expressions.<br><br>The salt I understood, it was a simple refined mineral extracted from water or from rock. We had Sami at home very much like it. The pepper was a plant seed and like most strongly flavoured plants we have, we avoid it mostly. It was too hot for me, even a little.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I can understand that pretty easily. Why don't you take a shower after dinner? I can get the water ready for you."<br><br>"Wait... do you have a change of clothes with you? Or is everything out in your car right now? I can help you carry everything in, if you'd like."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Thank you, it is fine. I will bathe in the morning. I shall be up early though, about six by your clock. I mean in this time zone."</strong> I added hastily, <strong>"I have two bags with me, in the car, so it's no bother thank you. I travelled light."</strong> I added. A personal ship like mine had little storage space. On that subject I would need to buy more things at once, a single set of clothing would soon become suspicious, not to say hard to keep clean.<br><br>Part-way through the meal I encountered the fish. I knew what it was since I had read up on Japanese society and culture a little. It was a dead sea animal. We don't eat meat at all at home but I knew that along with the rice plant, fish is the staple of the Japanese diet. I forced myself to eat some of it and in fact the taste was quite nice I was just fighting back the nausea all the time thinking of killing animals to cook and eat them.<br><br>I needed to get back to the ship and run a retransform, that would help. But not now, now I was so tired.<br><br>We finished the meal and I thanked him. I quite liked the seated floor position on small square flat cushions, it was simple and elegant and required so little clutter in the room. Of course being floor-sitters the Japanese have dwelling architecture to match which means their windows are mounted low in the walls, often becoming sliding glass doors as this room had. There was no balcony here, just a rail outside but you could sit and eat and still have a view.<br><br><strong>"Thank you, that was delicious. Should I offer to add something to my rent if you are going to buy the food too? Or shall we share the cost on different days, Mizuhara-san?"</strong><br><br>After we had talked, I stood up. I needed to get my bags and rest. And see about fixing that apartment office mishap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 02:36:24</strong>
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				Indeed, he'd been watching her- learning from the expressions her face made as to what she liked and didn't like.&nbsp; Zane couldn't help but to take mental notes- she didn't like the balsamic vinegar.&nbsp; Or the ranch.&nbsp; She seemed to take to the salad alone with gusto, though, which was a rather good thing in his mind.&nbsp; She didn't seem to like the pepper, either.<br><br>Their eyes met and he glanced back to his own meal, finishing with the fish quickly before eating the salad, to finish with working on the ramen himself.&nbsp; It gave the ramen time to cool off, just a bit, as he ate the other items.&nbsp; The fish was best hot, and he had to admit that he'd added just a little too much pepper even for his tastebuds.<br><br>Zane wasn't sure what to make of her reaction to the fish.&nbsp; She wasn't making any expressions anymore, so he couldn't read her very well.&nbsp; her body language seemed stiff though, which suggested she didn't care for it much.&nbsp; Or perhaps she was just aware he was watching her.&nbsp; His face was still red as he finished with his meal and smiled at her thanks that had been given to him.<br><br>"We should share the food bill, yes.&nbsp; But we can wait for that until tomorrow.&nbsp; It is getting late, and I need to finish my homework for school." he told her, even as he got to his knees and began collecting the dishes.&nbsp; "If you need any help, or if you have questions, feel free to ask me.&nbsp; I'll try to help if I can." he offered her, standing with the dishes in his hands and heading back to the kitchen to start washing them.&nbsp; Unlike most kitchens in Japan, this one had a nice change: a dishwasher.&nbsp; So, he simply rinsed and scrubbed a little before putting everything into the 'washer to get cleaned.<br><br>He glanced to the door after she left to get her bags from her car, and smiled slightly as he saw his motorbike somewhat in front of the doorway.&nbsp; He'd need to charge it again tomorrow night.&nbsp; Within minutes, the dishes were put away and he'd get the 'washer going, making only a soft noise as he headed for the door to see if she needed any help at all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-06-2010, 14:38:17</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>Of course! Water for cleaning in here, just like for cleaning their bodies in the bathing chamber! They used water to wash off dirt from a lot of things it seemed. Now I understood why so many valves and hoses and bowls and things. I watched him rinse the plates and put them away in a cupboard, though that had a power function as well since he switched it on. Our eating dishes at home, being alive don't need cleaning, they clean themselves. I wondered if the power cupboard was some form of sterilizer or a microwave sanitizer but the faint slooshing noise from inside suggested water again...<br><br><em>"It came down and went Smoooooooshhh!"<br><br>"What?"<br><br>"SMOOOOOSH! It smoooshed."</em><br><br>The noise reminded me I was on a mission here. I needed to observe everything, store the data, analyse it and keep a watch out for the target I had to acquire.<br><br><strong>"Homework?"</strong> I said standing up, <strong>"Oh, of course. Student. I wasn't aware you were so young. I thought you would have a job. Are you at university?"</strong><br><br><em>How old is he? Surely not in the target's age range. He seems older?</em><br><br>As we talked I went out to my car, slipping on my outdoor shoes as I went out and slipping them off when I returned. I was getting used to some things now. One of my bags had a few system essentials in, my few clothes the bosses had holo-created for me before I left and some... um... personal items. A girl needs her personal items to keep her company on long missions... The other bag had twenty-one million, seven hundred and ninety-five thousand Yen in it. I kept that one securely locked with a harmonic resonance barrier inside the primitive mechanical metal-constructed earth lock. The local inter-net had indicated that humans react unpredictably to seeing very large sums of money in front of them and from what I had learned while school teachers were well paid, having this amount of cash with them was unusual.<br><br>Smiling at my new co-habitor and wishing him a <strong>"Good evening, please sleep well,"</strong> I went through into the empty room at the back, closing the door and sliding the glass balcony screen door wide to let in the evening air. Days flew by so fast here, it was strange and I felt a need to pack in more activity though I'm sure that behaviour would pass. I opened the money case and took out eighteen thousand Yen, then another five. I put the larger amount in an envelope and wrote <em>"Mizuhara Zane"</em> on the front in my careful but flowing curly writing. The other five thousand went in my purse. I then put the money case away in the bottom of the big cupboard that had a sliding hatch, <em>Door. Sliding door. You go up and down through hatches. They are in floors and ceilings, backwards and forwards through doors, which are in bulkheads.</em><br><br><em>Walls! Walls.</em><br><br><em>Pook.</em><br><br>I found no sleeping pallet in this room, however rolled up in the cupboard was a floor-mounted sleeping mat that I knew was called <em>futon</em>. I got it out, unrolled it in the middle of the floor and added a soft headrest and a blanket. While it was primitive, it was that part of it I liked, it was close to nature and so close to our own sleeping habits.<br><br>I put away the few personal items I had brought; my second blouse, my second set of underwear, my top covering for use in times of precipitation and the human style cosmetics, toiletries and other bits and pieces human females needed. The security destabilizer and the connecting apparatus as well as the entry harmonics gun I had used to get into the education authority office two days ago I stored back in my case. If a human found them they might just think they were electronic gadgets or even children's toys because of their brightly coloured coverings and curved surfaces.<br><br>I then undressed completely and spent a few moments standing silently, resting, relaxing. I let my human shape melt, flow and run away to be replaced by my natural form. It actually felt good to change, the processes used were ones close to those that activate our pleasure centres during mating so I ended up standing there a little while, somewhat breathless. I lifted my hands to my chest and ran my fingers over myself. It had been a long time since I had enjoyed pleasure, although technically the cryosleep meant just a few days had passed for my physical form since I left home, mentally I was aware it was nearly sixteen earth years. I had departed a few months after our scanning drones in this system had observed the anomaly. The anomaly would now be a human male of about seventeen years.<br><br><em>The perfect age for mating.</em><br><br>My hands tightened on my chest, squeezing, squeezing, playing and rubbing until I began to lose control. With an effort I stopped. It would be dangerous to make noises, the human boy-man was in the next chamber. If he had his balcony door open...<br><br><em>He's very good looking. Muscles too. I wonder how human males feel when they enter...?</em><br><br>Regretting the dysfunction between the mind's needs of sixteen years without sexual contact and the amount the body ages in cryosleep I shut my eyes with an effort and retransformed, building the human body back over my own until I was a simple Japanese woman again of an apparent age of approximately twenty five Earth years. From the cupboard I got my sleeping attire, a light silky garment called <em>chemise</em>. It was short and came to the top of my legs and had narrow straps over the shoulders. Much of the human bust was displayed between the panels that covered the chest. I liked this item I had brought with me the most. It was a pretty colour and felt very good to wear, having almost no substance and being light and slippery.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kazami_Mizuho_06.jpg)<br><br><em>The perfect age for mating</em>.<br><br>Ag! Stop it! I suddenly found one of my hands had slipped under the hem of the pink silk chemise and was cupping myself between my thighs. Guiltily I drew the hand away. I had things to do. I'd brought two sets of human undergarments - one lilac and one lemon yellow - and two white silk blouses. All needed cleaning. Here the facilities were basic but I'd make do.<br><br>I went outside and making sure Mizuhara-san was either in his sleeping chamber or in the front relaxing room I went into the bathroom and using the smaller bowl washed my items, adding in a little local cleaning agent that got them fresh and sparkling in no time. They were still damp so I hung them up outside on my balcony on a small cable I found there which was probably intended for that purpose.<br><br>Next I took the envelope with the month's rent in it and making my hand into a fist again I knocked gently on Mizuhara-san's sleeping chamber door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 02:34:42</strong>
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				The young man wouldn't have thought him to be older than a student, but perhaps that was the air he gave off.&nbsp; A few people had commented about his being more experienced than most people his age- some had simply called him an old man, though those were mostly children.&nbsp; He chuckled.&nbsp; "No, high school actually." he responded before going to get the laptop and take it into his room.&nbsp; His homework was pretty simple stuff, though writing a paper always took some time.&nbsp; When she bid him goodnight, he smiled back to her.&nbsp; "Goodnight, and sleep well, Kazami-san."<br><br>Zane was in his room shortly after she'd taken her things into her own room, and for once as he slid his door shut, he was painfully aware of being in the same house as someone else.&nbsp; Someone who was absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous.&nbsp; It was almost unreal, he thought, as he hooked the laptop up to the power cord he kept at his small desk.&nbsp; Unlike the dining room table, his desk was actually more like the western-style desks, with an actual raised surface and a chair to sit in.&nbsp; It was easier on his legs this way.&nbsp; Re-connecting to the internet was easily done, and his textbooks were spread out upon the desk-top as well.&nbsp; He connected his headphones to the computer, and proceeded to pull up some music to listen to as he worked on his schoolwork.<br><br>He was soon intent on studying, fingers typing quickly over the keyboard and his words appearing on the screen in the text program he had open.&nbsp; Starting with the paper was important- it was the worst one to try and handle, to be honest.&nbsp; Especially since he had to write it not in Japanese, but in english.&nbsp; He'd spent three days working on this one, and it was due tomorrow.&nbsp; Thankfully, within an hour, it was finished and he moved on to math, and then Japanese History.<br><br>After a while, though, he pulled off his headphones and set them beside the laptop, staring at the screen for a moment.&nbsp; Most of the papers he had to write, or show his work on, were being printed right now from the printer above the work-area of his desk.&nbsp; Sitting back in his seat, he glanced to a glass he had on the desk.&nbsp; It had been filled with water yesterday, but he hadn't bothered to take it to the sink yet.<br><br>While considering his options, he heard the knock on his door and glanced over to it.&nbsp; Standing up, he walked over to the door to his room and opened it up, smiling a little as he did so.&nbsp; "Yes, may I help... you...?" he trailed off, seeing her in the simple, yet rather elegant chemise that she was now wearing.&nbsp; It didn't leave much to the imagination, either, and Zane's heart started beating quicker as he tried to keep his jaw from dropping.&nbsp; He swallowed a little, his eyes dragging back up from her body to look at his new roommate's face, his face aflame with crimson as he attempted to hold his reaction to this new stimuli in check.<br><br>It didn't work much though, so he just hoped she didn't look to his slacks, which he hadn't changed out of.&nbsp; It was almost guaranteed that she'd be able to see a tent forming just below the waistline.&nbsp; That, he figured, couldn't really be mistaken for anything, even if she was not familiar with several things so far that had been said, or made, or done tonight.<br><br>He shifted his stance a bit to try and hide his reaction, though.&nbsp; "Um... yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 03:20:24</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>When he opened the door he gave such an odd reaction that I suddenly felt as though something were wrong. He seemed very awkward and almost tongue-tied. His face coloured much redder than mine had done over dinner.<br><br><em>Is he... Is he...?</em><br><br>I tried to form some idea to explain his behaviour but suddenly the thought I had been trying to squash deep down and away fought to the surface and jumped up, waving a big banner and sounding a blaring fanfare.<br><br><em>Perfect age for mating!</em> It was no good, the instant this obscene idea splashed into my mind I became awkward too and blushed in my turn. He was looking down at my front and I couldn't help but look where he was looking. The human form I had selected had been based on a mixture of visual and cultural inputs I had been given from our scanning drone. The data was confusing, while images of actual human women showed a certain degree of curviness with regard to their breasts, which, just like our own were mounted on the front of the rib cage for feeding their young and wide hips to allow for giving birth, the image data from their animated entertainment media showed females with much bigger breasts and slightly bigger hips. So, I had elected to go with curvy hips and a small waist but a considerably bigger bust than my own form. It was instantly apparent that Mizuhara-san matched our data gathering profile closely. Human males like female breasts. Judging from his reaction to the D cups I had decided to use Mizuhara-san was something of a fan of big breasts.<br><br>I looked back up at his face and saw my own embarrassment mirrored there.<br><br><strong>"Ah. Yes. Mizuhara-san. Haha, hello again. Sorry to disturb you. I um... I have the first month's rent here. Cash. Please..."</strong> I held the envelope forward in both hands. This caused my arms to raise from my sides, squish my breasts together somewhat and deepen the already obvious cleavage that showed at the throat of the open chemise.<br><br><strong>"Hah. Er. I'd feel much better if I knew I'd paid in advance. You've been very kind, taking me in right away. Here."</strong><br><br><em>Sixteen years without mating.</em><br><br><em>Muscular.</em><br><br><em>Nice eyes.</em><br><br><em>Noooooooo... stop it!</em> I think my hands were a bit shaky, certainly my blushing wouldn't stop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 03:50:11</strong>
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				The young man swallowed once more as she seemed to take his staring at her quite well.&nbsp; Zane smiled softly up to her when she blushed at his looking at her.&nbsp; He hadn't just been looking at her breasts, to be honest, but rather her entire package was simply amazing.&nbsp; Her breasts just seemed to jump out, so to speak, from the way the lifted her chemise just the slightest bit from where it would rest normally.<br><br>She greeted him and before he could speak, she apologized to him about disturbing him and offered the rent to him.&nbsp; "Ah, well, thank you.&nbsp; I must admit..." he trailed off as he saw the envelope shaking along with both of her hands, and he glanced back up to her and smiled softly.&nbsp; "Are you alright, Kazami-san?" he asked her.&nbsp; Perhaps her move here had taken its toll on her?<br><br>Instead of reaching directly for the envelope, his hands moved past that and came to cup her hands as she held the outstretched object to him, his thumbs rubbing lightly to try and calm her nerves.&nbsp; "Would you like a glass of water?&nbsp; I can get one for you, I did not show you where the glasses are kept after all." he offered her, taking his hands off of hers after a moment to see if maybe that had helped her to relax a little bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 04:11:31</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Are you alright, Kazami-san?"<br><br>"Would you like a glass of water? I can get one for you, I did not show you where the glasses are kept after all."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> When his hands touched mine all kinds of electric shocks went through me, the contact was quite wonderful, intense and...<br><br><em>Ag! No!</em> In a half rushed, half desperate push I thrust the envelope into his hands and broke contact, putting a hand up behind my hair and patting it nervously. <strong>"I'm alright, really, just rather worn out. It's been a long journey."</strong> <em>No mating for sixteen years!</em> <strong>"No, I just wanted you to have that tonight, so we're all straight. I can find a glass if I need one. I'll be off now."</strong> I was still talking as I walked backwards across the corridor, <strong>"I'll see you in the morning. I'll be up at six. Bye!"</strong><br><br><em>Thud.</em> I closed the door.<br><br><em>Bnk!</em> My forehead sagged and hit it.<br><br><em>Pook.</em><br><br>After a minute, during which I made a huge effort not to rip my night shirt off and have at it, fingers plunging, I turned, my hands clenched into Fists of Ultimate Self-Control and stomped to the futon, I went down on my knees and then flopped forward, my face hitting the soft head rest with a <em>pooff!</em> sound.<br><br><em>Sixteen years! I haven't had it for sixteen years. And I'm living with what seems to be an unattached human male of ideal mating age who likes big breasts! Arg!</em><br><br>Sleep took a long time coming that night...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 04:31:47</strong>
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				Zane was absolutely unsure as to what he could do for her now, to be honest.&nbsp; She seemed intent on something, and he nodded when she told him it had been a long journey.&nbsp; In a car, that was quite true if she'd driven all over Japan just to reach Hokkaido.&nbsp; "Well, alright.&nbsp; Goodnight." he told her, and watched as she escaped into her room.&nbsp; He thought he heard a little thunk.<br><br>He ignored it, and turned back to his laptop, closing the door behind him as he set the envelope down beside it and got back to work.&nbsp; He was finished just before ten o'clock, and asleep before ten-thirty.<br><br>And the alarm he had set went off by five-thirty in the morning.&nbsp; Groggy, he woke and slipped out of his futon, soon heading for the bathroom and not remembering that there was anyone else in the apartment with him.&nbsp; The door was swung shut, though it didn't close completely, and in no way was it locked.&nbsp; Unbuttoning the front of his pajamas, they were dark green and he didn't wear a pajama top.&nbsp; The morning was rather cool, but not extremely so, <br><br>Within a moment, he'd be finished, flushed, and walked out of the bathroom after washing up a bit, splashing his face with cool water after he had washed his hands.&nbsp; Though the sounds of his cleaning himself up a bit might be enough to wake her up, he was likely back in his room before she would come out of her room, and started getting dressed.&nbsp; His door was still halfway open as he dropped the pajamas and started working on getting his school clothes on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>05-06-2010, 11:05:32</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I spent a restless and unsatisfying night, tossing and turning and waking to find the bed cover down round my ankles and my chemise rucked up under my bust, everything in between warmed only by the early summer sunshine creeping in at the open balcony doors. I'd had some long, tangled and bothersome dreams where I was in my ship but it had no cryotank, just a futon that wouldn't stay on the floor in zerograv. A young man was with me and we spent sixteen years talking about rent, schools, apartment offices and someone I was looking for though the dream was frustratingly vague on that. We couldn't make love which was horrid, though we both wanted too and I was upset that I thought I was cheating on him by not showing him my true shape and he was hiding something from me but wouldn't say what.<br><br>I opened my eyes and sat up. There was the sound of water running next door and I remembered where I was.<br><br><em>Earth! My mission! School job! Apartment! Muscles!</em><br><br>I groaned, sleep still fuzzling my head and crawled across the floor to stare out at the trees. My hair was all everywhere and it was a few minutes past six.<br><br>I had to be professional. Billions were relying on me to do my job!<br><br>I pulled the chemise down to cover what it was supposed to cover, took my bag of earth-washing things and went into the bathroom. Warm water smells and a hint of something boyish and interesting told me my companion had used the bathing chamber before me. One thing I noticed about the doors in this dwelling was there were no locks. I knew Japan had a long cultural trend of the community being more important than the individual and their traditional buildings were built of lightweight materials with screens that slid open rather than doors that hinged and locked but the lack of privacy might be an issue if I was ever un-transformed here. I needed to be aware of that.<br><br>That Friday morning I had my first ever wet earth shower. My word what fun! It was lovely and really invigorating and cute and actually made me feel even more aroused, I could see the potential in sharing one with a person you chose to lifebond with, it would be quite the experience. I could have stayed in there all of their short day but made myself get out after ten minutes, returning to my sleeping compartment to dry off and dry my hair, taking half an hour to do it properly the way I liked.<br><br>Soon I was ready, fresh clean under clothes and a clean blouse - I had gone into the kitchen and rummaged about fruitlessly before finding a board and a heavy flat smoothing device that was designed to heat up by electricity stored in a little compartment beside the bathroom. Taking them into my room and working out how they operated I got my clean blouse crisp and properly creased.<br><br>Finally make-up as human women do it, plus some jewellery. The lipstick was nice to wear though I was also aware what it represented. My mind began to wander back to naughty thoughts again. I would really have to do something about this and soon.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kazami_Mizuho_08a.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kazami_Mizuho_09a.jpg)<br><br>I met my new friend in the kitchen a while later.<br><br><strong>"Ohayou!"</strong> I smiled, greeting him, <strong>"Did you sleep well? Do you eat before you go out? Can I help at all?"</strong> I think a real earth-woman would have known all this and might even have begun getting the start-of-the-day meal ready, knowing what to do and where things were but I had to be cautious in case I did it wrong. Mizuhara-san might not even eat a meal early, I knew some did not, instead snacking mid-morning. I also needed to regulate my intake, these days were short and eating sufficient for a 50 hour cycle would look strange to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 02:47:04</strong>
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				The young man was already in the kitchen, ahead of her the entire time so far.&nbsp; He'd heard her leave her room to get into the bathroom, and the sound of her shower as he got breakfast and his lunch ready.&nbsp; He was eating his breakfast- scrambled eggs and rice, along with thinly sliced sausage, with just a bit of salt and pepper for seasoning.&nbsp; He had left a plate of the same, minus the seasonings, in the microwave for her.<br><br>He'd heard through the gossip at school that girls took forever in the bathroom- it was the reason he hadn't spent much time in there this morning, to give his new roommate a chance to bathe.&nbsp; But she proved the gossip wrong, taking merely 15 minutes at most, with the water only running for 10 of those.&nbsp; When Kazami-san arrived, he smiled and nodded to her in greeting after she had said hello to him.&nbsp; "I did sleep well, thank you, and I hope you did too.&nbsp; If you're hungry, I left a plate of breakfast in the microwave.&nbsp; And if you'd like to help, you can do the dishes later today, okay?"<br><br>Zane chuckled softly, finishing up his meal shortly afterward as he glanced up to her after a moment.&nbsp; Kazami-san looked good, and he couldn't help but to think about it for a moment.&nbsp; "Kazami-san, you are certainly dressed to impress.&nbsp; You look great." he told her, smiling as he headed into the kitchen with his plate and set it into the sink, rinsing it off a bit to make sure that nothing stuck to the surface of the object in question.<br><br>If she'd entered the kitchen to get the plate of food, they'd probably find it was almost too small for even only two people within it.&nbsp; He slipped out of the kitchen and glanced to the clock- it was getting close to time to go.&nbsp; "I gotta get going to school soon.&nbsp; Do you need any directions anywhere, Kazami-san?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-06-2010, 03:37:21</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I was not surprised to find Mizuhara-san was in the kitchen already, I had come to realise that he was a very efficient individual, good with routines, diligent with studies, tidy and clean. I wondered if all unattached human males of his age were like this. Judging by some of the terribly untidy and sloppy youths back home I doubted it. In one way it was nice to have found someone so organised to share a room with but in another way I felt a tiny bit irritated though I couldn't put my finger on why.<br><br>What did surprise me was that he had even had the time to cook a small meal.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I did sleep well, thank you, and I hope you did too. If you're hungry, I left a plate of breakfast in the microwave. And if you'd like to help, you can do the dishes later today, okay?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> He pointed to a small white box on the working surface with a glass panel and some buttons. This item I could guess at, a microwave transmitter probably with an internal focus to heat objects up by massaging their internal structure. But... controls? Hm. Gah. I pressed a red button and the door flew open with a <em>ding!</em> I shut it again and poked at a green button and the thing hummed for a while. Counting to thirty in my head I pushed the red button again and was rewarded with another <em>ding!</em> I also got a hot meal. Rather too hot. Oweee.<br><br>I should check the controls next time and see if the other buttons had reduced power settings.<br><br>While the meal's egg and rice were delicious the compressed disks of red I left on the plate. They looked like ground up meat with added fat and possibly some crumbed yeasty stuff. Bread crumbs? I needed to check up on the whole Japan eating thing as a matter of urgency... there was salt in it too and... it wasn't for me.<br><br><strong>"I slept fine, thankyou,"</strong> I lied easily, <strong>"...and thank you for the food. I don't know how you get any time to sleep, you must have got up just after you went to rest."</strong><br><br>I put my plate aside. The uneaten meat was quite obvious but I didn't want to say anything because I planned to make some adjustments later that would overcome some of these small settling in problems.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Kazami-san, you are certainly dressed to impress. You look great."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh?"</strong><br><br><em>Oh?</em><br><br><strong>"Well. Thank you. That's very~"</strong> There was a word here I needed to choose carefully. Too much one way and I'd seem cold and too much the other and I'd seem to forward, <strong>"~polite."</strong><br><br><em>Too much one way. That was the wrong word. Very wrong, wasn't it Mizuho?</em><br><br><em>Oh well, it's not like I'm ever going to lifebond with him. The mission might take a week or so and then I'm off...</em><br><br>He pottered about a bit and I needed to gather my things too. Soon it turned out we were both ready to go.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I gotta get going to school soon. Do you need any directions anywhere, Kazami-san?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"No thank you. I know where I'm heading this morning. New job. Actually... can I give you a ride? I'm going north up the coast road. Is that in your direction?"</strong><br><br><em>What? Why did you say that? What are you thinking?</em><br><br><em>I don't know. Er... muscles?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 05:16:55</strong>
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				The young man chuckled as she told him she slept fine and thanked him for the food.&nbsp; "To be honest, I don't usually get much sleep until the weekend.&nbsp; And even then, I have to work a little bit as well to make sure I can pay the bills.&nbsp; Your being here will help us both out quite a lot, Kazami-san." Zane replied, even as he glanced to the plate that she'd set aside.&nbsp; <em>So, she's a vegetarian.&nbsp; Good to know.</em> he thought to himself.<br><br>His compliment didn't seem to go over so well with her though.&nbsp; It was probably rather awkward- she was a slightly older woman, and being complimented by someone as young as he was had to be slightly unnerving if she took it the wrong way.&nbsp; It wasn't so surprising when he thought of it like that.&nbsp; He nodded slightly to her after he'd asked if she needed directions or anything, but as he made his way to the door he heard her offer him a ride as well.<br><br>"That is my direction, but I don't want to make you late for your first day at work.&nbsp; If you have the time though, I'd really appreciate it." he replied, opening the door and blinking as he realized a major problem, and he hurried back into the apartment and to his room. Zane returned after a moment, holding a silver key between two fingers and he handed it to her.&nbsp; It was a spare key, one that he'd had copied in preparation of letting someone move in.<br><br>"Sorry, I forgot about this last night.&nbsp; You'll need this to get back in the apartment if I'm not here.&nbsp; I'll probably be a bit late tonight, I've got to do a few hours work at the grocery store after school."&nbsp; He smiled and walked on out again, waiting for her to come out and lock the door behind them.&nbsp; It was no different than any other lock, really...<br><br>So why was he curious if she knew how to use it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 12:33:26</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I nodded and smiled when he mentioned having someone co-habiting with him helped. It made me feel nice in a funny tummy-looping way. <strong>"And I am pleased to be here too. I was becoming desperate to find somewhere and this dwelling has turned out to be perfect. Thank you. I hope this means you do not need to work so much and you can spend more time studying."</strong><br><br><em>At home. With me.</em><br><br><em>...</em><br><br><em>Oh, stop it, Mizuho!</em><br><br><em>Sixteen years...</em><br><br>Nyerrh... Mentally I grit my teeth. Outwardly I smiled.<br><br>At the door he went back inside mumbling something and came out with a mechanical lock key. I'd seen them before in smaller versions, the earth-style luggage bags I had been provided with by my bosses had them. The car didn't, it had an IFF detector that seemed to work in the infra-red spectrum. As soon as the car's system detected the signal card within a metre it unlocked it's doors and when the same card was within the crew cabin a simple push button allowed the motor to start.<br><br>This key was bigger and chunkier that the suitcase ones. It seemed such a heavy and bulky thing, quite primitive given that I'm used to doors opening with motion sensors. There was a small slot in the door closing mechanism below the handle. I stared at the key a moment or two then aligned it with the slot and inserted it, turning it to be rewarded with a satisfying <em>click</em>. I removed the key. Being unused to this I probably acted a little woodenly but was more surprised when I turned around to see Mizuhara-san watching me. I put my thoughts aside. It was his dwelling, he was probably checking that I had secured it correctly.<br><br>We got in my car. It had two motors, an electric one for low speed cruising and a terribly crude but powerful fossil liquid fuel combustion chamber system for high speeds. Yesterday up in the hills I had run on fossil fuel most of the time, wanting to push the craft's capabilities. It had been a lot of fun. Today I just used the electric motor and with the roof folding down and vanishing into the rear storage bay I backed us out of the docking deck and turned towards the roadway, pulling out when there was a small gap between passing craft. The vehicle behind us flashed some lights and sounded a klaxon, probably to tell me it was alright. I looked in the rear mirror and smiled, waving a hand happily in thanks. The car behind honked again though I wasn't going to enter into a conversation with him. What a nice man.<br><br><strong>"Mizuhara-san, do you have an electric connector at your house? My car's storage device might need charging at some point. It is a dual motor so the storage is filled by power from the main engine but at these slow speeds that isn't used. It would be awkward if it ran low of electric power."</strong><br><br>We got to the coast road and cruised along it for a little while. Even at this early hour there were many other vehicles using the transport network though a lot of Japanese it seemed rode muscle-powered two wheeled personal transporters or walked.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_10.jpg)<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_11.jpg)<br><br>We talked of a few small things as we went along then I saw something familiar. I pointed. <strong>"Look. Non-public ownership, heavy infrastructure rapid mass transportation device,"</strong> I said smiling. <strong>"Train."</strong> I had come across a location yesterday where the 'trains' made stops to disgorge and collect passengers. It had been a stone built raised walkway beside it's runway with a covered structure at the road side. I had stopped there and watched for two hours, fascinated when trains arrived, people got off and walked away and people who had walked to the place got on. I found the whole process so engrossing I quite forgot the time. Our own public transporter tracks use individual modules that respond to the passenger hailing them when they have a valid travel pass on their person. The passenger then directs their module to a location near where they need to be. To have people walk a mile or more out of their way in the wrong direction just to get on a vehicle that went back past their dwelling and then beyond was so strange yet the humans wasted all this time without apparently thinking it even slightly inconvenient. I loved it; it was so... so... human!<br><br><strong>"Train!"</strong> I nodded happily to Mizuhara-san. I was pleased at my discovery.<br><br>We were approaching my new school now. I turned a corner, then another. The building came in sight further down the street. Many students were walking towards it.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_12.jpg) <br><br><strong>"I need to drop you off soon. Where is convenient for you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 15:05:39</strong>
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				He smiled a little at her words about her new place of residence bing perfect for her.&nbsp; "With you here, I may be able to relax and ask for fewer hours.&nbsp; I've had a lead for a different job for some time now, but now maybe I can get around to following that rather than working at the grocery store."<br><br>He seemed unaware of her mental arguments, but gave her a smile in return after handing her the key to the apartment.&nbsp; He'd taken down the ads for renting the place last night, which would hopefully ensure that he wouldn't get any more interested parties in the place.&nbsp; Indeed, as he stood near the vehicle that he assumed was hers, he couldn't help but to watch as she took a moment to work out the lock.&nbsp; She must come from a rather rich family, he considered.&nbsp; The newest locks were those that were fingerprint-scans or even full body scans.&nbsp; But those were only allowed for houses and domiciles that were more of a permanent home for people.<br><br>Apartments tended to be far less low-tech, since people came and went often.&nbsp; Not so often out here in the 'country', really, but the turnover rate was only a little under that of a fast food restaraunt.&nbsp; The car was electric, the soft whine of the motor and the quiet performance of the vehicle confirmed that much.&nbsp; And it was definitely new- one whiff had told him that much, despite her use of it the day before.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mizuhara-san, do you have an electric connector at your house? My car's storage device might need charging at some point. It is a dual motor so the storage is filled by power from the main engine but at these slow speeds that isn't used. It would be awkward if it ran low of electric power."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Yes, I do.&nbsp; My scooter runs on electricity too, so I'll get the extension cord out tonight when I get home.&nbsp; Or you can get it if you want, it's in the cabinet next to the door inside the apartment." he replied, the conversation turning to some small odds and ends before she pointed at a train that was headed towards one of the stops along its route.&nbsp; There wasn't much of a bus system here, though there were a few busses that had routes in this rural town, but the train itself had a number of stops here.<br><br>Her reaction to the train, and her way of describing it (eloquent, but quite lengthy) was refreshing... though disturbingly childlike in a way.&nbsp; Zane chuckled softly and nodded.&nbsp; "Yeah, I used to take that to get closer to school in the morning, before I saved up enough for my scooter.&nbsp; Just be careful if you decide to use it, it can get really crowded in there during rush hours."<br><br>Zane glanced to the school as they drove up to it.&nbsp; Suddenly, he had an odd feeling in his stomach- something was strange here.&nbsp; Passing other students who were busy walking along the sidewalk to the school, he glanced over to them and back to her as several noticed his sitting in the older woman's car.&nbsp; "Um, here or closer to the school would be fine, thank you.&nbsp; We're almost to my school." he responded, and then he couldn't help but to look over to her again.&nbsp; "Ah... by any chance, your new job isn't at Astrid, is it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 15:42:03</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I decided that I liked this car. It was small and fast (I liked speed) and it was a nice colour and had an open cabin so the wind rushed past you but best of all the seats were close together. That meant Mizuhara-san was closer to me now than at any previous time and I had to concentrate quite hard on piloting it. While using the electric drive there was no transmission but for the fossil fuel engine there was a manual gear lever set between the seats. I was fully aware that if I were to use it my knuckles would most likely brush his leg.<br><br>The news about a power connector at the dwelling was good. I was sure I had seen public ones on vehicle docking decks behind some buildings in town but they would be an inconvenience.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Um, here or closer to the school would be fine, thank you. We're almost to my school."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh. <em>This</em> is your school?"</strong> <em>I thought you were older - a university student!</em> I felt a slight atmosphere in the car now, something a little... jumpy? Maybe.<br><br>I pulled up outside the main gate. Students going in were staring at the car as they passed. I could see one or two pointing and then whispering to each other. Was I doing something wrong? Was it not permissible to stop a car here?<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah... by any chance, your new job isn't at Astrid, is it?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Astrid? Is that the name of the school?</em> My mind went back to the electronic data I had crunched around two days ago. There had been two senior schools in the education authority's database, a high school and a college or university. There were other schools but those were for younger children so I'd ignored them. Astrid... Astrid. The name wouldn't come back to me. I tried to engineer the missing piece out of him.<br><br><strong>"Here, you mean?"</strong><br><br>Voices were distracting me. A group of young males were going past...<br><br>"Whoa, nice car!"<br><br>"Screw the car, check out the babe!"<br><br>"Screw the babe, isn't that Mizuhara from 2-B?"<br><br>"Hey, you're right..."<br><br>"So who's that well-stacked red-head?"<br><br><strong>"Ah... Mizuhara-san. I think you should get out now..."</strong> I couldn't stop the blush flowing up my face from the passing conversations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 16:12:06</strong>
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				"Yeah.&nbsp; Astrid High School.&nbsp; I told you last night that I'm still a student. right?"&nbsp; he asked her, unsure if he had or not.&nbsp; He had, but he couldn't remember clearly stating it.&nbsp; Zane nodded again.&nbsp; "And yep, this is Astrid High." he told her, and then glanced over to see a couple of students that he recognized.<br><br>Obviously, they recognized him, too.&nbsp; "Holy crap, it is Mizuhara from 2-B!"<br><br>"No way.&nbsp; Gotta be a look-alike.&nbsp; Mizuhara's got a scooter, remember?&nbsp; He wouldn't just get a ride from a..." that student blinked.&nbsp; "Er..."<br><br>The third shook his head.&nbsp; "Who wouldn't want to get in an awesome car with a hot babe, even if they already have a scooter?&nbsp; Hot car and hot babe are friggin' lightyears past a little dinky scooter like Mizuhara's got."&nbsp; The same boy grinned.&nbsp; "Way to go Mizuhara!"<br><br>Zane's eyes went wide and he tried to sink down to where no one could see them.&nbsp; The girls that were passing by were shooting him down with evil stares- sure, he was unattached, but that didn't mean that the girls had stopped being interested in him.&nbsp; Now, though?&nbsp; This may have done the trick, that's for sure.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah... Mizuhara-san. I think you should get out now..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"R... right." he said, his face nearly as aflame as hers as he let himself out of the car in front of the numerous other students that were passing by the temporarily parked car.&nbsp; "Um... thank you.... you know.&nbsp; For the ride." he stammered, turning to face Kazami-san as he grabbed his backpack out of the seat and onto his back.&nbsp; The three that had beem talking with each other all came up to him and dragged him off in the direction of the school.<br><br>Torture might seem more kind, at this point, than his fate with three of his peers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 17:28:28</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I watched him go, his obvious embarrassment making me feel like I'd done something terrible.<br><br><em>That didn't go too well. Let him come to school on his own tomorrow.</em><br><br><em>But I enjoyed that! I like driving him!</em><br><br><em>Hm.</em><br><br><em>Pook.</em><br><br>I sighed and turned to check over my shoulder before pulling out. Nothing. The car was silent. I checked the system readouts and everything was blank except a red warning light.<br><br><em>That's strange...</em> I pressed the starter and the motor whined and came to life. <em>Odd. Oh well...</em> I pulled away and went around the block, entering the school again from the service entrance where I found a space in a bay that was used by teachers for their cars. I was glad to be away from those girls with their looks. Human faces are much like ours and the emotions that flash across them are the same. Those girls had daggers out for me because I looked how I looked and had a nice car.<br><br>I sighed and tried to put all that behind me.<br><br>I called into the secretary's office and filled out some forms and had an interview with him then later I went to see the headmaster and had another interview with him and after that I was shown to the staff lounge where the teachers had their desks and spoke with more people. Very soon it was time for me to take my class. Another teacher had covered for me for the first two periods but now after morning break it was my turn. I primed myself and told myself I was here to identify a certain young man with a certain ability... a special ability that he himself may not be aware of, though I found that hard to believe. He should be very aware of his gift. My job lay in spotting it and talking to him about it...<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_09.jpg)<br><br>"Oh yes, you've got 2-B, Kazami-san. A complete bunch of perverts. I hope you survive!" one of my new colleagues was saying. <strong>"2-B?"</strong> I asked.<br><br>"Yes. 2-B or not 2-B, that is the question!"<br><br>She was quoting Shakespeare, I knew, but that wasn't the point. <strong>"No, no, I mean... oh, nevermind."</strong> I suddenly thought that blurting out <em>"Mizuhara-san is in 2-B isn't he? I drove him to school this morning,"</em> might not be the best thing to say on my first day.<br><br>I collected the class register and one or two other items and made my way along the empty corridors to my new classroom.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_13.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_14.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_15.jpg)<br><br>I opened the sliding door to 2-B and went in. A murmur of voices died away to silence.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_16.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_17a.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_18.jpg)<br><br>I went to the front desk.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_19.jpg)<br><br>A sea of faces... attentive, eager, the boys in particular, wide-eyed. Some girls too.<br><br><em>One of you... one of you here, you may not know it yet but... you could change your world.</em> I scanned the room and immediately saw him, half way down by the windows. My gaze hesitated just a moment and the tiniest of smiles formed on my lips... I let my gaze travel on maybe a tiny ghost of pink touching my cheeks.<br><br><strong>"Well. Good morning. Uhm... I, er... It's..."</strong> My eyes went to him again and I took reassurance from a familiar face, that shaggy purple hair, those shaded blue-purple eyes. Encouraged I turned to the board behind me and wrote my name, then turned back.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_20.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_22.jpg) (http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_23.jpg)<br><br><strong>"Kazami Mizuho. I am your new home room teacher. I am pleased to meet you."</strong><br><br>"Phwoarr! Bloody hell!" A young male voice called loudly from the back of class. Everybody laughed. I blushed more. Then another boy stood up.<br><br>"Kazami Sensei! Welcome to our class! I think you will make a great home room tits. I mean teacher! Home room teacher!" The laughter grew even louder, some students turning in their seats to point and laugh at the poor man who collapsed back down, his face completely crimson with shame.<br><br><strong>"Alright,"</strong> I called out, <strong>"Alright, please, lets have some quiet. If that is your reaction then thank you very much~"</strong> (there was more sniggering from the boys at the back) <strong>"~I think we will get along fine. Alright, please calm down. I need to get to know you now, so please would each of you stand in turn and tell me your name and one thing about you, something interesting. Not where you live or what your parents do but something about yourself. I will check the register as you go."</strong><br><br>Each student rose in turn to state their name - which I filed into memory - and some interesting fact. The facts the girls gave I ignored for the most part, though some were interesting, what the young men said I paid close attention to. Every little scrap of information might help.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 17:48:09</strong>
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				Zane's first two classes in his homeroom had gone well- his homework turned in and he was expecting a decent grade for each assignment he had finished.&nbsp; The third... that was the one where Morooka had taken over yesterday.&nbsp; The rumor around school was that the new teacher had arrived and would be taking over 2-B's third class.&nbsp; Oddly, Zane couldn't help but to consider Kazami-san's appearance.&nbsp; It was... quite the coincidence.&nbsp; First, the old teacher was reassigned, and now she arrived, moved into his place, and had even driven him to Astrid High.<br><br>So when he watched her walk into the classroom, why was he so surprised?&nbsp; There was quite the collective gasp from those other students in the classroom to join with his own, though for them it was more likely that they were gasping from the young woman's attractiveness.&nbsp; Zane, on the other hand, was gasping for a number of reasons.&nbsp; Their eyes met, his cheeks turned a light shade of crimson, and a gust of wind flew in from an open window.<br><br>The window hadn't been open a second ago though... had it?<br><br>He swept a hand through his purple hair as she glanced to him once more and he gave her an almost imperceptible nod in return before she turned away to write on the chalkboard.&nbsp; It was so rare, honestly, that anyone used that thing anymore, but the school still hadn't given into dry erase boards yet.&nbsp; He glanced out the nearby window, trying to act as if he was disinterested, but in reality his heart was racing.<br><br>It didn't take long, however.&nbsp; Not long at all for one of the boys that had seen them in the same car together to recognize her from the vehicle itself.&nbsp; Zane felt a tap on his shoulder.&nbsp; "Hey, isn't she..." <br><br>"Hey, pay attention!" he told the boy, turning to face him for only a second.&nbsp; The matter dropped (for now), it would simply be a matter of time before the boys would gather around his desk during lunch to try and interrogate him over the issue.&nbsp; For now, however, he listened to his teacher/roommate (who would ever have though such a strange thing to happen?) give a small assignment of introducing themselves to her.&nbsp; Time passed and eventually, it was Zane's turn.<br><br>He stood up beside his desk and thought quickly.&nbsp; She knew more about him already than most of the other students did, though that was because she was now living with him.&nbsp; Too bad he didn't really have all that much interesting to say about himself, though.&nbsp; "My name is Mizuhara Zane, and I guess something interesting about me... Um, let me think."<br><br>"You're indecisive!" came a voice from the back, and Zane groaned as the class roared out in laughter.<br><br>The window shut, the breeze that flowed into the room gone within seconds.&nbsp; But, no one had moved to close it.<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; Plus, I think I'm the only guy with my hair color in the school."&nbsp; He nodded, and then sat back down, letting the next person go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 19:20:27</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>The students stood by their desks in turn and gave their names and small snippets of information about themselves. Some were a little nervous, some bolder, some boring, one or two were rather funny. A couple I made notations against their names in a notebook I had open inside the register. Their answers were more interesting. We started at the front desk to my left, worked down that row, back up to the front on the second row then down again to the back of the third. Finally we came from the back up to the front of the last window aisle.<br><br>Mizuhara stood up. I found myself almost eagerly waiting to hear what he said. It wasn't just that natural link that forms between you and a familiar face, no, there was more to it than that. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted what he said to be interesting, alarming, surprising. I wanted his eyes to lock with mine... In the end however he went for humour, which pleased me anyway, even though the information was not helpful. He sat down.<br><br>I knew straight away that something had happened. <em>What? What was that there? Something...?</em> It was the window. It had been open, just now. I was sure of it. It had slid closed, just an inch or two. I frowned, staring at it. No-one had moved. No arm had reached out to it. I noticed three or four people behind where Mizuhara was seated were looking in that direction too as though they had heard something. A strange heavy stillness filled the room.<br><br>Had the window been open when I came in? I tried to think but I just hadn't noticed. Then I realised two other people had stood, said their names and sat down again. A couple more and the class was done.<br><br><strong>"Well, thank you very much. As for me, you know my name already. And about me? Hm..."</strong><br><br>"Great hair colour as well," someone piped up from the back again. There seemed to be a group of three or four of them back there, perhaps those were the men who had caused Mizuhara all the awkwardness this morning. The comment was harmless enough but I saw the link between Mizuhara and myself. I worried that others who had seen my car this morning might as well. I wondered if the young males had made the connection already.<br><br><strong>"As for me,"</strong> I smiled, <strong>"I'm an alien from outer space, sent here to observe young humans. We like to use them for breeding."</strong><br><br>Silence. Maybe humour wasn't such a wise move.<br><br>Somebody coughed.<br><br><strong>"But no. In fact I have come quite a long way to work here though. I am from Ginoza in Okinawa, about as far away from Monshizu as you can get and still be Japanese. I am finding Hokkaido very strange, your trains especially since we don't have any."</strong><br><br>There was a general hubbub of talking and a rising noise level, <strong>"But in Okinawa we teach the same subjects as you learn here, so please, let's do some of that..."</strong><br><br>* * *<br><br>The day went quite well, all things considered. As my very first day teaching humans, and in fact teaching <em>anyone</em> it went better than I had thought it would. We had a few hiccups but nothing too bad. I kept a few notes of things people said, how they reacted, the things ordinary teachers would. At lunch I decided to give Mizuhara some space, it would not be wise to be seen associating with him in school.<br><br>His last lesson of the day was one of the sciences which was taken in one of the labs. I was off duty and stayed in the teacher's lounge to begin checking some work and doing research for the classes on Monday. Half way through the class I went to the secretaries office and spoke to him, <strong>"Would you please make an announcement over the school system for Mizuhara-san of 2-B to come to the staff lounge at the end of school? Thank you."</strong><br><br>I went back to my files and watched the clock numbers count onwards to the end of the school week.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 19:36:51</strong>
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				The purple haired young man had been a little surprised at the odd look that Kazami-sensei had given him.&nbsp; Eagerness?&nbsp; He couldn't be completely sure of that, of course.&nbsp; Still he was glad that the introductions were basically over.&nbsp; When the window had been closed, he had been among those who looked at it curiously, as if wondering how it had closed.&nbsp; No one had seemed to get up to close it, after all.<br><br>The introductions continued on for a few more minutes and then it was the new teacher's turn.&nbsp; He rolled his eyes as one of the guys in the back tossed his two cents in and Zane jsut shook his head in annoyance.&nbsp; Those guys were always thinking... but almost never with their actual brain.&nbsp; When Kazami-sensei introduced herself with a smile, though...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "I'm an alien from outer space, sent here to observe young humans. We like to use them for breeding."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He smirked and chuckled a little bit at the joke.&nbsp; A few of the other students did the same, but mostly the classroom was dead-silent.&nbsp; The joke died quickly, unfortunately, though he was rather surprised that her words had actually shut the perverts up.&nbsp; It was a tactic that hadn't been used before on them, and it worked.<br><br>The day went by quickly, and Zane was actually surprised at how much Kazami-sensei had to impart to them all, even on her first day.&nbsp; The day was nearly over, as he was in the science lab, and when he heard his name over the intercom to go to the staff lounge after school, he sighed.&nbsp; Did someone learn about his after-school job or something?&nbsp; There was no way for him to have known that it was Kazami-sensei that had made the call, or at least had asked for the call to have been made in the first place.<br><br>The last hour went by quickly and school was over for the day.&nbsp; After a brief stop at his locker, he was glad that he still had some time before he'd have to get to work.&nbsp; Still, he just hoped whatever this was about wouldn't take long anyway.&nbsp; He reached the staff lounge and knocked on the door.&nbsp; "Hello?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-06-2010, 21:09:12</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>Most of the other teachers had departed already. Those who did not have to take last classes of the day raced off with bundles of files under their arms to mark work at home it seemed, or on the train. One or two were hovering about, heads down at desks. I was fortunate that none of them were near me.<br><br>When I heard his voice I looked up and smiling, invited him in. The teachers lounge is a strange title for it since there is no way anyone could lounge in there, not in the way you could in the soft seating at the dwelling. The large room was harshly lit by electric lighting using an inert gas tube system and was filled by several rows of desks all cluttered high with files, books, papers and personal digital consoles.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_24.jpg)<br><br>There was a small area of a round table and three or four cushioned chairs in the far corner between a tank that held chilled water for drinking and a big noisy humming metal box that dispensed quite extraordinarily horrible hot drinks. The table and the seats were covered with papers that had printed current affairs data on them and glossy soft books, mostly full of advertising and pictures of half undressed pretty women who were, it seemed, still heavily exploited in Japan in said advertising.<br><br><strong>"Mizuhara-san. Please come in. I will try not to keep you long. About this assignment you handed in this morning..."</strong> I beckoned him close, very close. He came and stood beside my chair and I pointed out his homework.<br><br>His closeness began to have that effect on me again. All those small moments last night and this morning, they were all adding up. His scent close up, his simple presence, my lack of contact with <em>anyone</em> for so long (in my mind anyway)... I knew what this was. My body wanted to mate with his, it was obvious. My skin seemed to be alive, jumping and buzzing as though there were an electric field between us. I prickled everywhere. My heart was thudding.<br><br>Having got him close under the pretence of discussing school work I lowered my voice so the few people across the room would not hear me.<br><br><strong>"About this morning. Outside school. I am sorry. I caused you much embarrassment. I realise that dropping you off at the gate is not wise. Your other friends will... now that it has turned out I'm your teacher... that would be. Um. I... uh... I won't do it again."</strong><br><br>I glanced at him. His face was less than a hand away. <em>No... no, a foot. A foot. Body parts. They measure in body parts. Haha.</em> In any case, he was very close.<br><br><strong>"But, today, you don't have your transport, so I would be willing to take you back into town though, perhaps you should walk one street and I can meet you there?"</strong> Suddenly what I was suggesting sounded suspicious. Bad. Bad in the way that teachers and students should not be together kind of bad.<br><br><strong>"But, ah... but of course... if you think that is wrong, it's fine. I just wanted to... not have you walk. To, ah... apologise in a way for the mess before."</strong> I could hardly get the words out. In the end I was whispering. And rambling on stupidly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 01:09:22</strong>
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				Zane smiled back to Kazami-sensei, not exactly surprised that it was her who had asked for him to come to the teacher's lounge.&nbsp; He was, however, surprised that she had asked him to come in at all.&nbsp; The young man walked closer when she beckoned him close, and he came to stand about a foot away, give or take, as he stood beside her chair.&nbsp; "Um, what about the assignment?" he asked, just before she got to the business of telling him about what he'd done right, and wrong (mostly wrong, it seemed) with it.<br><br>Standing so close to her, he couldn't help but to get a whiff of whatever perfume it was that she was wearing.&nbsp; It was rather nice, whatever it was, or was it just her natural scent?&nbsp; He responded to her as best he could as she asked why he did this, or where he got the sources of his information from.&nbsp; <br><br>When she lowered her voice, however, he listened carefully as she apologized to him.<br><br>"It's alright.&nbsp; Things happen, there's no way we could've known then." he replied just as quietly, their faces so very close to one another as he looked into her eyes.&nbsp; Zane's cheeks went a little red, however, as she offered to take him back into town.<br><br>He shook his head.&nbsp; "Don't worry about it.&nbsp; I'll walk there, it's not far.&nbsp; But if you wanted to pick me up at 6 o'clock, I'll be all done by then.&nbsp; It's tha Ayaharito Grocery Store, about three blocks back on the way home.&nbsp; We passed it on the way here, remember?" he whispered to her, and then straightened up, stepping back a little.&nbsp; He was becoming aroused from their close proximity and if they were caught talking like that, it was almost certain that they'd be forced to tell someone what they'd been talking about a moment ago.<br><br>Zane smiled to her.&nbsp; "Is that everything, sensei?" He asked her, still watching her eyes.&nbsp; Was it him... or was her skin a little red today?&nbsp; Perhaps she'd been too close to a window or something for most of the day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 02:29:13</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's alright. Things happen, there's no way we could've known then."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> We could have known. I could have told him where I worked. Why hadn't I? I still fretted over it. <strong>"If anything happens and people make things difficult, let me know who they are and I will speak with them."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Don't worry about it. I'll walk there, it's not far. But if you wanted to pick me up at 6 o'clock, I'll be all done by then. It's the Ayaharito Grocery Store, about three blocks back on the way home. We passed it on the way here, remember?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded. <strong>"I remember. Six this evening. I shall be there."</strong><br><br>He moved away then, fortunately. Had he stayed that close much longer I might have done something that would certainly not come under proper teacher-student relationships.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Is that everything, sensei?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>No. I like you being this close!</em> <strong>"Yes. Yes, thank you. It's excellent work on the whole. I'm pleased with you. This is B+ material easily, push a little harder with your clarity of thinking in your conclusions and it will be an A."</strong><br><br>I let him go. I sat there a few minutes, one hand cupping my thumping chest, the other slid into the valley of my skirt at the top of my legs. Pressing. Just a little.<br><br>This was crazy. I couldn't be involved in things like this. Yet... yet... those purple-blue eyes, so close. And so pretty. Ag.<br><br>I cleared my head and spent another fifteen minutes checking papers, enough time for him to be well on the way out of school.<br><br>I rose, packed my things, tidied my hair, adjusted my skirt where it had become slightly rucked up and left the building. I had a lot to do tonight. I piloted the car away from town around to the north, circling back to the education authority building I had visited two days ago. This time as an employee of the system I walked right in, my electronic pass card allowing me automatic entry. There was a wing that gave teaching staff access to the computer system for academic purposes. I chose a console where the monitor was not overlooked and using certain small devices I took from my purse and various skills made sufficient alterations to some records to track back a plausible career for the fictional Kazami Mizuho of Ginoza, Okinawa.<br><br>From the education authority's system network it was a simple matter to connect via their own lines to local and then central government. It took me an hour but I left behind me a full set of personal and employee records including state insurance codes and payments, tax records, driving license, insurance data and a current address. I then reversed carefully out of the system, erasing my inwards path delicately, my fingers flying over the keypad in a blur. Next I moved across to the public inter-net, identified the owner and agent for Mizuhara-san's address and connected eventually to the servers of the apartment office. I sought out records of people who lived in the block - tenants they were called - and the paperwork they had signed and deposited. I then created a set covering Kazami Mizuho of Okinawa, arrival date of yesterday, time of signing, mid morning, state insurance code so-and-so and such-and-such.<br><br>I might be a little dopey with personal interactions, a little dippy there but here I was in my element, there wasn't any form of digital system that after a while I wouldn't have wrapped around my little finger, dancing to whatever tune I wished. Three days ago Kazami Mizuho hadn't existed. Now there were records in all the right places going back twenty five years. Satisfied with my work I covered my digital tracks and left the building.<br><br>It was past five. I really had to get back to the ship and run a retransform on a few vital areas of Japanese social practices and cuisine but there wasn't time now. <em>Pook.</em> I needed to make changes soon. It would have to be tomorrow. Or the next day, Sunday.<br><br>I drove to the sea and down the coast road, going past where Mizuhara-san was working, past his apartment and over the river, stopping below the wooded hills on the beach front opposite where my ship was hidden out at sea. I would need to visit it every few days anyway, it seemed the small inshore fishing boats still did a form of primitive drag-net fishing here and while my ship had a defensive visual and slip-frictional field around it that should prevent anything touching or damaging it I was a born worrier. I liked to go aboard now and then just to make sure.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/OnegaiGakuei_25.jpg)<br><br>I checked the personal time keeping device I had purchased when I arrived. I had ten minutes. I stood on the sea defence wall and enjoyed the evening sunshine, lifting my human face to the warmth of this small insignificant yellow star.<br><br>I stood there thinking of wild purple hair and deep blue eyes...<br><br>* * *<br><br><strong>"Good evening, Mizuhara-san,"</strong> I smiled fifteen minutes later as I entered the store where he worked. It was a small place, rather chaotic with groceries piled everywhere, things I could recognise, many I didn't. It looked a nice enough business though, perhaps family-run? <strong>"I can wait here or out in the car. Shall I stay out of your way while you conclude employment?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 03:26:28</strong>
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				He nodded to her and then was basically gone.&nbsp; Down the hallway he went, pulling the backpack on properly as he walked semi-calmly out of the school and then darted off for the three block-sprint that he needed to go in order to get to work.&nbsp; He wasn't the fastest runner by any means and by the time he got to the store, he was already out of breath.&nbsp; Fortunately, ten minutes to relax once he got there gave him enough time to recover.<br><br>The time went by quickly, for once, as he set things up to be distributed throughout the store itself later that night.&nbsp; He wasn't around long enough to do the stocking of the various items, boxes and bags and produce all over the place were set in certain points, ready for the night crew to come in and put them away while the customers became fewer in number.&nbsp; It'd be much easier to put everything after the place was closed.<br><br>By the time she arrived, he was just about done with his shift.&nbsp; He blinked as he heard a familiar voice, and turned as he settled the goods that he had carried out upon a shelf carefully.&nbsp; "Good evening, Kazami-san.&nbsp; I'll be only a few more minutes.&nbsp; If you want to get anything, or need help finding something, just let me know."&nbsp; He came up to whisper to her, his heated breath tickling her ear.&nbsp; His breath would smell moist and warm, but not unpleasant at least.&nbsp; "And if you do, I won't have to put this stuff away." he confided in her, stepping back and waiting for what she'd want to do next.&nbsp; Of course, if she took too long, his shift would be over, too, so either way was a win-win situation for the purple haired young man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 04:03:33</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good evening, Kazami-san. I'll be only a few more minutes. If you want to get anything, or need help finding something, just let me know."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Just hearing his voice was affecting me. I needed to make a decision about this. A relationship with my own student would be... very awkward. If for no other reason that his schooling might suffer.<br><br>Then he came towards me as I was holding a jar of fish sauce. I gave him a slightly alarmed look as he just got closer and closer until his warm breath was brushing my ear. <em>What? He's... oh my goodness!</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And if you do, I won't have to put this stuff away."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uhh..."</strong> was all I could manage, completely lost for words. I pressed my knees together; I had to, to keep them from knocking. <strong>"Well, Mizuhara-san, I..."</strong> I couldn't think of any response. My mind had gone blank and I'm sure my face had gone red. And blank too. I fiddled with my hair. My problem was I didn't know what to buy, other than what probably went into salad, ramen and grilled fish. <strong>"Uhm... well... what have you got at home? Rice I imagine? Vegetables? Salad? I could get this."</strong> I grabbed a jar at random, acting as though I knew what it was. It was <em>miso</em> soup I think. <strong>"Or..."</strong> I picked up another, relinquishing my fish sauce. It was labelled curry sauce for chicken.<br><br><em>Pook</em>.<br><br><strong>"Or we could eat out!"</strong> I suddenly said brightly with a mask of relief on my face that said <em>'why didn't I think of this earlier?'</em> <strong>"I could treat you, to celebrate my first day at work."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 04:21:43</strong>
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				Zane couldn't help but to wonder what she was doing with the jar of fish sauce- he had the same thing at home.&nbsp; Given her pickiness with food that he'd seen so far, she was likely checking the ingredients.&nbsp; The young man blinked as he drew back, watching her as she stood there as if she was about to collapse.&nbsp; Even as he'd been about to ask if she was okay, Mizuho began to...<br><br>Well, panic was the only way he could think of describing what she was doing.&nbsp; Zane watched her curiously and shook his head after a moment.&nbsp; "That's okay, you don't need to buy me anything, Kazami-san." he said to her, smiling as he glanced to the clock.&nbsp; It was time.&nbsp; "I have to clock out, I'll be right back." he told her, and walked towards the back of the store, leaving her where she was.<br><br>This would give her enough time to try and refresh herself and reclaim her senses, which seemed to have taken their leave of her in the past minute or two.&nbsp; He returned after several minutes, with his backpack on and his work uniform stuffed into his locker as he smiled to her.&nbsp; "Ready to go, Kazami-san?" he asked her as he drew closer to her.&nbsp; The young man didn't know where she parked, though it couldn't be too difficult to find her new, orange, awesome car.<br><br>"Eating out might be nice.&nbsp; Is there anything you'd like to try?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 17:22:52</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Eating out might be nice. Is there anything you'd like to try?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"Uhn! Yes! I'd like to try some sushi. Is there a bar nearby? Or just something casual and relaxed. A ramen place?"</strong><br><br>We went to my car and my finger hesitated over the starter button, but I pressed it and it worked. It had started and run perfectly every time, just that one glitch this morning. I pulled out into traffic. A nice person honked hello again. I was getting to like the drivers around here, all so friendly.<br><br><strong>"Where are we going then? You navigate and I'll pilot."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 17:42:43</strong>
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				Zane nodded and grinned.&nbsp; "Sushi can become expensive, just to warn you.&nbsp; But I know a great place." he told her.&nbsp; When they pulled out and someone else honked behind her, he had to take a look- she'd pulled out right in front of someone else without even looking first.&nbsp; It was certainly a wonder that she hadn't been in an accident yet, if she'd been doing that a lot.<br><br>"You should really look before pulling out of where you park, Kazami-sensei.&nbsp; That's why he honked, you know." he told his teacher, smiling a bit to her.&nbsp; It was her responsibility to be watching where she was going, even if it was backwards.&nbsp; He shrugged a bit and gave her directions to Sushi Hana, which was about a kilometer away.<br><br>"This is a little different than a restaurant, but you'll see once we're inside." Zane informed her, leading the way.&nbsp; He opened the door and she'd see that the place was indeed set up oddly.&nbsp; A few booths were on one side of what looked like a wall, with a bar following the edge of the wall itself just this side of the booths.&nbsp; But on the top of the short wall itself was a conveyor belt with plates of food, covered by a small plastic lid, to keep the food ready for any who wished to partake of it.&nbsp; Beyond the wall, you could see the cooks and chefs working on customer orders, both to-go and for eating in, for various types of sushi that weren't circulating around.&nbsp; There was even tempura available.<br><br>A waitress came up to them and asked if they wished to sit along the bar or at a booth.&nbsp; Zane glanced to Kazami-sensei- typically, he ate alone at the bar, but now that he was here with someone, he was curious to see where she would prefer to sit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 18:28:27</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You should really look before pulling out of where you park, Kazami-sensei. That's why he honked, you know."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"I did look. I have excellent bipolar vision. I could tell that at his approach velocity and the acceleration of my car I had enough space to pull out. Any extra would be wasteful, don't you think? Why he was so excited if he had four metres clear of me I don't know."</strong> I smiled at Mizuhara-san and gave him a wink, <strong>"We drive differently where I come from. I suppose our drivers have better reaction times. You know I'm sure that man behind us actually <em>accelerated</em> when he saw me pulling out."</strong><br><br>I drove a short way to the restaurant, Mizuhara-san giving directions. A couple of times when we needed to turn right he would point with his right arm across me. That was nice, having his arm flailing about within biting distance. We arrived and I stopped the car on the docking deck at the side of the structure. They even had a power connecting socket for customer use, so I opened the little box and plugged the hose into the female connecting chamber on the rear wing of my car remembering the instructions the car-selling man had given. A green light flicked on. It was thoughtful of them to provide recharging facilities like that. We went inside.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"This is a little different than a restaurant, but you'll see once we're inside."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Once we were in I looked around. I liked the place at once, it was decorated in warm tones and there was furniture made of wood.<br><br>http://blog.nj.com/reporter/large_Expanse2%20copy.jpg (http://blog.nj.com/reporter/large_Expanse2%20copy.jpg)<br><br>There were raised horizontal surfaces for food consumption and seating platforms much like I had seen in town over the last two days, but unlike the <em>kotatsu</em> Mizuhara had at his home.<br><br>The range of round one-person seats that were held up on a single leg and ran along the curving low wall looked fun. A young female approached us, smiling and asked where we would like to sit. I pointed at the row of single seat around the curved wall. They looked fun.<br><br>http://murphysmobiustrips.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/rotating_sushi_bar_by_strollers2.jpg (http://murphysmobiustrips.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/rotating_sushi_bar_by_strollers2.jpg)<br><br><strong>"There, please."</strong> We sat down and I found that the soft circular cushions on the poles rotated. There was a metal hoop just above the floor to rest your heels on but the seats were quite high. My skirt was quite a tight fit so climbing up was tricky. I had to wiggle at my skirt and hitch it up a little in order to part my knees to get up. Once in place though it was very comfortable. I did a practice spin or two around, Mizuhara-san and the rest of the room revolving round me. I stopped facing the moving conveyor. This I understood, we had similar machines but on a mechanical scale in our farming domes. I watched the small blue-white ceramic dishes glide by, each holding a single portion of food of various kinds.<br><br>I looked at my companion. <strong>"Now this looks like fun! Which shall I choose... um...?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 19:24:38</strong>
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				He nodded a little at her words- well, she was the driver.&nbsp; He hadn't even seen her look around to make sure that they wouldn't wind up hitting anyone behind her, so he'd felt it was safe to assume that she hadn't.&nbsp; Zane felt a little silly now, though perhaps he was simply used to riding his motorbike around.<br><br>While giving directions, he couldn't help but to notice the contemplating look that she had when his arm came close- either annoyed, or hungry, he wasn't sure which to be honest.&nbsp; But it was alarming enough that he stopped after the first two times he'd had to do it in order to make sure she understood which way they had to go to get there.<br><br>She parked the car and he followed Mizuho out, waiting for her to set her vehicle up with the recharging station that the place provided for its customers.&nbsp; Many places had these now, except for the schools.&nbsp; It was a good way to make sure that the customers couldn't get stranded there, after all, and it made things that much easier on everyone.<br><br>He was glad that she seemed to enjoy how the restaurant was set up, and nodded when she told the waitress that they'd sit at the bar in front of the conveyor belt.&nbsp; Zane blinked as she spun, turning to look at her as he smiled at her antics- if she wasn't careful, her feet would tease against his lower legs or even just his ankles as she spun twice on the bar stool.<br><br>When she settled down, however, he had to give her a pointer.&nbsp; "Go ahead and choose what looks good to you.&nbsp; But, the color of the plastic lids tells you the price.&nbsp; The red lids are 100 yen, the black are 200 yen, the green is 250 yen, and blue is 300 yen.&nbsp; And it's for the food underneath, not the lid itself." he made sure to tell her, and then smiled as he grabbed a tamago roll.&nbsp; It was just a bit of egg on a bar of rice, with a piece of seaweed wrapped around both to hold it together.&nbsp; It had a red lid over it, and had two pieces on the plate.&nbsp; Setting the lid to the side, he grabbed two of the small saucers from nearby and poured some light soy sauce into it.<br><br>Then he opened the package of chopsticks, pulling out the wooden sticks and breaking them down the middle expertly.&nbsp; "Just grab what you want off the belt, but be careful.&nbsp; Sometimes they're kinda stacked on each other when there's not much room on the belt."&nbsp; Zane warned her, before picking up his tamago roll and dipping it a little in the soy sauce and taking a bite from it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 22:03:31</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I listened carefully to his instructions but said nothing. It struck me as a bit curious that he would take so much effort to describe one of the most well known Japanese styles of eating in detail to another Japanese person. I had the first twinge of fear run up my spine. Did he suspect? Had my behaviour been so obvious that he knew I wasn't actually Japanese? What then did he think I was? I felt glad I had taken all the trouble earlier to create what was in effect a fully legitimate person under my name with records going back so far. I realised I actually knew almost nothing about Mizuhara-san except his school, his address, his part-time workplace and that he was fastidious at home about being tidy and was a good cook.<br><br>He could be any kind of person really. He could have less than honourable intentions though I seriously suspected that. No, that didn't add up - he was too nice. Unless he was just good at covering a darker, hidden side?<br><br>I was lucky in that I recognized at least some of the dishes sliding past us and was able to, for the most part, avoid the meats and the spices. I tried a little of the soy sauce with an <em>onigiri</em> dipped in and it was sharp and strong to me.<br><br>My concern that my friend suspected something rather took the edge off the fun of my evening and I found myself unable to enjoy myself completely which was a great shame since the company was wonderful and the food delicious, mostly.<br><br>My mind wandered... I came back to that strange closing window in home room this morning. Telekinetic Malcontrol was the second stage of the ability; the first was an intense and destructive hyper-empathy that could result in serious mood swings and even blackouts. Those were the two signs of the part of the human brain becoming active in an unconscious or unwilling subject. That was why I was here.<br><br>My mind then leapt back to the failed electrics in my car this morning...<br><br>I turned these things over and over in my head and unfortunately I don't think I made a very interesting dining companion that night. Soon we were finished. I paid the bill and we rose, heading out to the car. I said nothing, assuming he would want to go home, though it was still only about eight by their clocks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 22:42:54</strong>
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				He blinked as she said nothing after he'd told her about the color on the lids, and for the rest of the night, there was a very awkward air between them.&nbsp; He didn't understand it.&nbsp; The sushi house didn't have signs anywhere telling those that ate there what the price guidelines were like for the sushi- to learn required someone to ask the waitress or one of the cooks to understand it.<br><br>No wonder he had been alone and without a girlfriend for so long.&nbsp; He couldn't figure out when he did something wrong when he was with a girl.&nbsp; After the meal was eaten and paid for, Zen glanced to Kazami-sensei in the car and shook his head.&nbsp; "I am sorry, sensei.&nbsp; I didn't know if you knew about how things were priced, or if you'd ever been to a place like this.&nbsp; I didn't mean to insult you, and if I did, I apologize." he said to her, and then looked away.&nbsp; The car started up, though she would have some difficulty with turning the key.&nbsp; It wasn't her fault it didn't start with the first turn, but on the second it began like normal&nbsp; &nbsp;He felt really bad about this.&nbsp; That awkward air just got heavier and heavier in his mind, and then he couldn't hear anything as his vision blurred and he slumped against the back of the seat.&nbsp; The young man's breathing became shallow.<br><br>Zane was practically asleep, but the way he had just slumped over in place was certainly not normal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 23:06:47</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am sorry, sensei. I didn't know if you knew about how things were priced, or if you'd ever been to a place like this. I didn't mean to insult you, and if I did, I apologize."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh, no, no. It wasn't that at all. The different prices did not matter at all. I was paying the bill so I wanted you to eat anything you liked. I did! I was just... what? This car, is it?~"</strong> I checked that I had the IFF tag in my purse. I did, so why wasn't it starting? I pressed the start button again but nothing.<br><br><strong>"I shall take this back to where I bought~"</strong> The next press of the starter and the motor ran fine, the control panel lights coming up as normal. <strong>"Must be bad wires..."</strong><br><br>I pulled out of the space and onto the road. We were driving back towards town when I noticed Mizuhara's head fall back on his cushion. <em>Tired?</em> <strong>"Mizuhara-san? Mizuhara-san? Are you tired?"</strong> There was no reply. <strong>"Mizu~ Are you alright?"</strong> I reached over and- I paused, my hand an inch from his body, then realising this was no time to have such thoughts I put my palm on his shoulder and shook him.<br><br><strong>"Mizuhara-san, wake up!"</strong> He didn't respond. Now I was worried. I pulled the car over onto some grass that was above a rocky headland looking down onto the bay and unclipped my safety harness. I turned in my seat until I was on one hip and then swung towards him, shaking him gently by both shoulders. I knelt up in my seat and leaning right above him put my cheek very close to his mouth. His breath ghosted my skin. He was still breathing, just blacked out. Swallowing hard and still rather nervous about being his teacher and doing something quite like <em>this</em> I rested my head on his chest.<br><br><em>Warm... firm...</em><br><br>His heart was thumping away, running fast like he'd done a 400 metres around the school track. When humans fainted they relaxed, went into a state close to sleep and their heart rate slowed.<br><br><em>So what's happening?</em> I lifted my head off his chest and looked in his face. <strong>"Mizuhara-san, wake up."</strong><br><br><strong>"Please."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 23:36:38</strong>
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				Zane was completely out of it for a good ten minutes before he would stir.&nbsp; His eyes slowly opened as his heartbeat returned to a decent rate, and groaned softly as he tried to see where he was.&nbsp; It was long enough to worry someone, but hopefully, not long enough for someone to call the emergency number for assistance.&nbsp; "K... Kazami... sensei?" he whispered, trying to sit up again.&nbsp; The seatbelt seemed rather restrictive though, and his hands went to find the buckle to undo it himself.<br><br><em>Dammit, I forgot to take a pill at lunch, didn't I?&nbsp; Shit.</em><br><br>His vision slowly returned, but he didn't move much, just sitting wherever he was.&nbsp; He couldn't see his roommate/teacher anywhere nearby, and couldn't tell just where she was, either.<br><br>"Kazami-sensei?" he called out, his throat parched and he coughed a little bit.&nbsp; Laying there, Zane just stared upward for now, waiting for her to respond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 23:50:01</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>He spoke.<br><br><em>He spoke! He's awake!</em><br><br><strong>"Mizuhara-san! You're alright! Are you alright?"</strong> His eyes looked vague and unfocussed as though he couldn't see anything, or at least not me. <strong>"I'm here. Right here. Uh... here!"</strong> I was kneeling over him and to reinforce my words I hesitatingly put a palm on his forehead.<br><br><strong>"Are you alright? Shall I drive to a medical practitioner? Human medical facility? Oh, please say you're alright!"</strong><br><br>Thank Zaetmos, he seemed to be coming back.<br><br><em>Where from?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 00:00:34</strong>
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				He smiled softly as he looked up to her as she knelt over him.&nbsp; Were they still in the car?&nbsp; He reached up to her and placed a hand upon her cheek.&nbsp; "I'm okay.&nbsp; Just need to get home.&nbsp; I have medication there that I need to take.&nbsp; I guess I forgot to take it at lunch because I forgot the pill at home this morning." he told her, and sat up a bit more.&nbsp; It felt like the seat had been tilted back greatly... she could be straddling him, for all he knew.&nbsp; Zane's hand withdrew from her cheek and he reached for the bar on the side of the seat that would let him set it back up straight, which drew him to sitting up right again.<br><br>"Sorry to have worried you.&nbsp; That hasn't happened for a while.&nbsp; I'm usually good about keeping with my medication."&nbsp; He could see her now, clearly, and he tilted his head curiously.&nbsp; "I really am sorry, sensei.&nbsp; I should have warned you about this yesterday, but it hadn't happened so long that it just slipped my mind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 00:37:05</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>He seemed alright though somewhat out of it, in fact very out of it.<br><br>After a bit he seemed to want some space and to sit upright so lifting my knee carefully over the gear selector I crawled back to my own seat and sat back down.<br><br><strong>"Here,"</strong> I reached back over and... touching him... got to his safety harness and clicked it closed across him again. <strong>"Medication? Well, let's get you home, hm? I think you should take a bath. A warm steamy environment will help."</strong><br><br>We drove back in silence though a hundred questions were zooming around in my head like Tangiki beetles. Also... I put a hand to my cheek where his had touched me. I let the hand drop. <em>Best not to think about that now.</em><br><br>We reached his dwelling and I selected a marked docking zone outside his door and turned the car off. I got out and went round to his door, opening it. <strong>"Do you need some help? How are you feeling now? You can lean on me if you like."</strong> I waited for him to decide if he could move under his own muscles.<br><br><strong>"When we get inside, you sit down. I will get your medicine if you tell me where it is."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 02:11:23</strong>
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				He nodded as she buckled him back in, still hardly aware that she had actually been straddling him a moment ago.&nbsp; It didn't seem possible, so his mind threw out the possibility right then and there.&nbsp; Zane smiled to her, his hand coming to slide along hers as she took her hand back to drive them off to home.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Kazami-sensei.&nbsp; That was my fault, I should've remembered." he muttered, though he nodded at the idea of a bath.&nbsp; Relaxing always helped after one of these spells.&nbsp; His eyes closed as he tried to relax in the car seat.&nbsp; He was feeling much better already, not that he truly understood it at all.&nbsp; Fortunately, they got home rather quickly and he unbuckled himself easily enough, glancing up to her as she opened the door.<br><br>"Thanks.&nbsp; I think I'm fine.&nbsp; This doesn't happen often, but I just feel a little weak.&nbsp; I just need to relax a bit.&nbsp; You're right, a bath would be perfect." he said to her, even as his perception was a little out of it from the way that his chest brushed against hers.&nbsp; He didn't even seem to notice at all.&nbsp; Zane led the way to the apartment, slowly walking and moving past the motorbike on the porch.&nbsp; He picked his key from his pocket and opened the door with a click, glancing back to her and stepping aside to let his roommate in.&nbsp; Anyone who didn't know better, however, might think that this would perhaps be something else.<br><br>Certainly, that's what the man with the night-vision binocs in the distance likely thought as he watched them enter the apartment.&nbsp; And then the door was closed after the woman entered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 02:46:59</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>He clearly wasn't alright. Something had knocked him right out and he was still mostly out there with whatever it was. He staggered a little and bumped against me as he got out of the car and I put my hands on his arms and feeling both worried and very awkward I steered him to the door.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thanks. I think I'm fine. This doesn't happen often, but I just feel a little weak. I just need to relax a bit. You're right, a bath would be perfect."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I don't think you're quite fine yet."</strong> I went in first and he followed. At least he had the presence of mind to remove his shoes. I did too and putting a hand under his elbow I guided him to the recreation chamber and let him collapse onto the squashy seating zone.<br><br><strong>"Where is your medicine? I'll get some water too. You stay there."</strong> After he had told me where he kept the medicine I went to find it, bumping about in cupboards and things until I got it. I then bumbled around in the food preparation chamber to get a drinking vessel and fill it with cold water. I took these in to him before trotting out again to the washing room and turning on the valves in there, using my hand to test for temperature. I didn't know how hot he liked his baths so I chose a medium heat about the same setting my shower had been that morning.<br><br>I left the water running and returned to him and perched on another seating unit opposite him.<br><br><strong>"How are you feeling now? A little better?"</strong> The concern was showing in my voice. It was warm in here so I unbuttoned my rose coloured waistcoat and took it off, folding it carefully and laying it over the arm of the seat. I then unclasped the jewel at my throat and took that off before untying my black silk cravat and placing those on the waistcoat. Finally I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my blouse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 03:01:41</strong>
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				Zane was grateful for her assistance in helping him to the door.&nbsp; If one didn't know better, they might think he was actually drunk.&nbsp; "I'm sorry." he said again.&nbsp; He was very nearly a broken record, the way he kept saying those same words over and over.&nbsp; Fortunately, it was a short walk to the door and they were in.<br><br>"My meds?&nbsp; They're on the kitchen counter, next to the sink." he told her, after being set down on the cushion on the floor.&nbsp; He leaned back a little, arms extended behind him as his hands rested on the floor itself, looking over to the kitchen where she was looking for... he figured a glass for the water.&nbsp; It didn't take long at all for her to return with the glass of water and his medicine, which he took quickly.<br><br>The water was downed in one go, so dry was he.&nbsp; Sighing softly, he set the glass onto the kotatsu (the heavy cloth had been removed from beneath it, since it was getting warmer and there was no need for it) and watched her leave, the sound of running water easy to hear from here.&nbsp; He took his school jacket off, his backpack set aside after he remembered that he was still wearing them.&nbsp; The cooler air in the apartment made him feel quite a bit better, now that he wasn't wearing that shirt.&nbsp; She returned a moment later.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"How are you feeling now? A little better?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>\<br><br>Zan nodded to her a little.&nbsp; "Yeah, but it'll take a little while for the pill to kick in.&nbsp; Thanks for getting all that ready for me, Kazami-san."&nbsp; he said to her, and he glanced around for a moment as he heard the water still running.&nbsp; "I better get in there, I don't want the water to have the tub overflow." he commented, and smiled as he stood up slowly.&nbsp; He was a little wobbly, but seemed to be alright when he took his steps towards the bathroom before looking back to Mizuho.&nbsp; "Thanks again." he said to her with a smile, turning back to the bathroom and walking inside before he closed the door behind himself.<br><br>Off went his clothes and he shivered as the room got quite warm. The water must be fairly heated to make the air in the bathroom steamy.&nbsp; Smiling, he walked over to the tub, turning the water off as it filled to about 3/4 full and then into the water he went, sighing softly as the heated water washed over him.&nbsp; He didn't even bother with the cool rinse to begin with, so tired as he was now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 04:18:18</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I watched him go out, being carefully observant in case he fell. I heard him close the bathroom compartment door and a short time later there was the faint sound of splashing liquids.<br><br>I was a little conflicted that he had gone in there alone. I hoped he would be alright and not pass out again and drown. That thought really frightened me. Of course I was very aware of the contact we'd had though he was obviously unaware of what he'd done and where he'd touched me. A vision of him undressing to get in the bath came to me. It made me blush just to imagine it but had he asked me to undress him and wash him I would have, even though I would have avoided looking as much as possible.<br><br>It was an emergency. In such times you put aside your other thoughts.<br><br>I sat quite still, hands resting in my lap, my head spinning with thoughts. What was it that afflicted this nice young man? Why do all the good people suffer?<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Kazami_Mizuho_11.jpg)<br><br>I stared at his school bag and jacket, discarded on the furniture. I stood up and picked the jacket up. It was one of those very smart ones, based on an old military design on Earth from many decades ago. I held it up and brushed my hand down it, patting and shaking out the creases.<br><br>I stopped.<br><br>The place was quite silent. Then... a little splash again. He was alright. Not drowned.<br><br>* * *<br><br>I started suddenly. I pulled my face away from the jacket that I had suddenly found pressed against my nose and mouth. I went crimson, even though I was alone. Turning I hung it from a peg thing on the wall near the door.<br><br><em>Not now, Mizuho!</em><br><br>Looking back at the room I saw the small white container and picked it up. There was a name on the side. 'Syncopeaton'. It was a trading name, not a medical name though it clearly linked to fainting. I turned the canister round and saw a mass of tiny writing. I leaned forward and pushed my glasses up my nose...<br><br><em>Methybacil, Neptuamonel, Portrapabticide, Entmonyl, Passetic Acids, Wenymolic Acids, Tafynnic Extract 7, Tolymin B and B2</em>. The chemical compounds of the medicine. I filed the names away carefully. Right now I wasn't going to think about it, right now I just wanted him... Mizuhara- <em>kun</em>... to be well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 04:39:28</strong>
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				Zane's bath lasted for twenty minutes only before he got out of the slowly cooling tub of water.&nbsp; His body felt much better, not nearly as numb as he had been feeling before.&nbsp; Sighing, the water cascaded off his lithe frame as he stood up, and then got out of the water.&nbsp; It took only a little more time to wash up, cleaning his hair and his body and then rinsing off completely.&nbsp; Then he set the tub to drain, shivering before walking over to the large bath towel he kept in here and dried himself off.&nbsp; <br><br>Soon, the door opened and he stepped out, wearing his pants and the t-shirt.&nbsp; He tossed his socks into his room, hitting the hamper but not quite falling into it, the towel in the hamper within the bathroom still.&nbsp; Walking barefoot into the living room/dining room, he smiled as he saw Mizuho still out there.&nbsp; "Thank you again, Kazami-san." he said to her.&nbsp; "That did the trick.&nbsp; Did you want to bathe?&nbsp; I can get the water ready for you also if you'd like." he offered.<br><br>His body was still nice and warm from the soak in the hot water, and he felt a lot better than before.&nbsp; The medicine had likely kicked in by now, he figured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 14:49:28</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I sat there a long while, thinking about things, fretting, worrying. All this was a distraction from my mission. I had only had the opportunity today to speak with two or three of the fifteen boys in my class. At this rate it would take me weeks to cover all the young males in the zone of interest. I became a little depressed over everything - my cohabitation partner's illness, my feelings towards him and the apparently huge task I was facing to track the target.<br><br>From time to time I heard splashes and movement in the nearby washing chamber and took great satisfaction on hearing him moving about again. Soon he returned and I smiled up at him wanly, still nervous and concerned for his well-being. I had sat back down in the soft seating module and was wringing my hands in my lap. I had put the medicine container down on the <em>kotatsu</em>.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thank you again, Kazami-san. That did the trick. Did you want to bathe? I can get the water ready for you also if you'd like."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"No, I am fine. Really. And it was nothing, anyone would have done the same."</strong><br><br>There was a slight pause. I continued to wring my hands. I made them stop turning and twisting. There was a heavy atmosphere in the room, one I was making.<br><br><strong>"Uh... Mizuhara-san... Um? Can we talk? Please?"</strong> I gestured in a direction, <strong>"Please sit down."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 02:47:47</strong>
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				Zane stood there for a moment as she wrung her hands with one another, and he couldn't help but to wonder what was going on.&nbsp; He figured that he'd worried her far too much, somehow, and he felt bad about it.<br><br>When she asked him if they could talk, he nodded to her and walked over to the kotatsu, sitting down beside it while facing her.&nbsp; "When it's just us, you can call me Zane, Kazami-san.&nbsp; We are living together after all." he told her, smiling softly as he waited for her to say something.<br><br>"What would you like to talk about?&nbsp; My, um... medication?" he asked her, hoping she didn't think it was some kind of illegal substance that he was taking or anything like that.&nbsp; It was strong, it was prescribed, but it was legal, most importantly.&nbsp; It was also quite expensive, which was another reason to have his part time job on top of everything else.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 12:45:18</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>He came and sat down.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"When it's just us, you can call me Zane, Kazami-san. We are living together after all."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Ah. Thank you. I don't know you very well though. Perhaps... perhaps when we get to know each other better, hm?"</strong><br><br>I paused wondering what else to say to bring things round to what I wanted to say. Suddenly a related thought came.<br><br><strong>"Could you please, call me 'Sensei'? I think it will perhaps save us some awkwardness if you do not change how you address me in school to when we are outside school. In case you, uh, slip up and someone gets suspicious? Do you understand? I wouldn't want either of us to get in trouble."</strong> I was quite worried about being found living with a student; I might lose my job which would make my mission so much harder. Almost impossible in fact.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What would you like to talk about? My, um... medication?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <em>Here we go...</em> <strong>"Well, in a way. But not really... um... it's more like. Ah."</strong> I stopped again, then plunged on, <strong>"Mizuhara-san, this is none of my business, really, although... it might be. I was wondering what your illness is. In case you get an... attack? Would you call it an attack? - again, is there anything I should know, or do or do you have a doctor I can take you to? That sort of thing. I'd like to help but I don't want to meddle."</strong><br><br>I wasn't very good at this. I was good at being an alien and doing abductions and manipulating data but that was all. Around people in sensitive situations I struggled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 02:58:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Could you please, call me 'Sensei'? I think it will perhaps save us some awkwardness if you do not change how you address me in school to when we are outside school. In case you, uh, slip up and someone gets suspicious? Do you understand? I wouldn't want either of us to get in trouble."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Zane nodded at her suggestion.&nbsp; "It makes sense, sensei.&nbsp; I'll try to remember." he said to her.&nbsp; "I'm sorry if we've already gotten into trouble today."<br><br>When she responded about his suggestion about his illness, he shrugged a little bit to her questions.&nbsp; "Honestly, I don't remember what they called it.&nbsp; Something new, I don't think they'd settled on a name.&nbsp; But, I wouldn't call it an attack.&nbsp; More like, um...an episode, I guess.&nbsp; When I feel too much stress, my body kinda shuts down.&nbsp; It's not physically-induced stress though, according to the doctors I've seen about it before."<br><br>The young man swept a hand through his purple hair, his deep blue eyes closing for a minute.&nbsp; "My emergency information card is in my wallet, so if I have an episode you can always use that to call a doctor for instructions.&nbsp; The school has the information in their files too.&nbsp; I also have the information on the side of the fridge too.&nbsp; I've never been out of it for more than twenty minutes at a time, though, so if I take longer than that, call the doctor, please." <br><br>His eyes opened, and he smiled softly to his sensei.&nbsp; "When I wake up after one of those episodes, I may forget to call you sensei.&nbsp; I ask you to forgive me in advance if I do, please."&nbsp; Zane leaned back and relaxed a little as he watched her for a moment before he said one more thing.&nbsp; "Any more questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 03:43:13</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I sat and listened to him and when he'd finished I realised he'd been talking for several minutes and yet told me nothing. I was none the wiser as to what his illness <em>was</em>. I couldn't pry though, now was a bad time and really he'd given me all I needed to know in regards to helping him so I couldn't ask for more. Not without seeming rude.<br><br>I was equipped to help him, yes. But with no idea what it was I was helping him <em>with</em>. He'd said it wasn't physically-induced stress. That meant it had to be either mentally-induced or emotionally-induced. I puzzled over this but put it aside. Now was not the time.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"When I wake up after one of those episodes, I may forget to call you sensei. I ask you to forgive me in advance if I do, please."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I looked up from the distant place where my mind had let my gaze drift to, unfocused, and smiled at him. His statement and request seemed suddenly so incredibly sweet; innocent even. I suddenly experienced a small flip-flop feeling in my chest.<br><br><strong>"Why yes. I will quite understand. But well, it rather depends what you call me."</strong> I was trying to bring some lightness into a rather sombre evening.<br><br>Then he asked if I had any more questions. I wondered if he was irritated with me and wanted to sleep. It sounded like he might, though I couldn't be certain. I thought for a few moments.<br><br><strong>"You don't have to answer me now, please think carefully about it. You can answer in the morning. The thing is; we are teacher and student. From where I come from it is not wise for two people in those positions to live together. Please let me know if you think I should leave. As I said~"</strong> I added hastily, lifting a defensive palm towards him, <strong>"~no need to answer now."</strong><br><br>I stood up from my seat and made body-language gestures that suggested we should end there and get some rest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 03:57:03</strong>
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				He felt... well, not that great.&nbsp; Zane watched Kazami as she stood from where she had been sitting and he felt bad about the fact that he couldn't tell her much about his illness.&nbsp; He had said it was something new, the doctors didn't even know what to call it yet.&nbsp; He nodded to her words, and looked up to her for a second before he stood as well.<br><br>He hadn't met anyone like her before.&nbsp; She seemed almost too innocent at times, had strange names that were technical for things that had easier names.&nbsp; The train, for example.&nbsp; The car (a pineapple, really?).&nbsp; "You're right.&nbsp; Even here, it isn't wise, sensei." he replied, despite the way her body language suggested that they drop it there.&nbsp; He smiled softly as he walked towards his room, and then stopped, facing his doorway before he looked back to the woman.&nbsp; "But I am a high school student.&nbsp; Sometimes, we really aren't wise, you know."<br><br>With that, and a smile, he closed the door behind him as he walked into his room.&nbsp; He would emerge once more that night, at a time when he thought she would be asleep, and slid an envelope through the sliding doorway and into her room, the soft scraping sound hopefully unheard or at least unnoticed by her before he visited the restroom.&nbsp; In the morning, he was awake and gone before her, taking his scooter this morning to get to school. <br><br>In the envelope was a letter.<br><br>To Sensei,<br><br>I am a foolish boy.&nbsp; It would be so much easier for you if you found someplace else to live.&nbsp; You wouldn't need to worry about being caught with me.&nbsp; You could have your own life, play music as loud as you like, or have anyone you want over whenever you'd like.&nbsp; You know, when you're not grading papers and stuff.<br><br>That said, I like having you around.&nbsp; Strange to say that after we've only known each other for about 24 hours, but it is the truth.&nbsp; I've been alone for a while, and to be honest I dread the thought of trying to find someone to live with again. You were the only person that was actually nice enough to even consider letting live with me.&nbsp; The others were a bunch of slackers who only had part time jobs and didn't seem to be doing much of anything else.<br><br>It's up to you.&nbsp; I'm being selfish by saying that I'd like you to stay, but I know that I would be a burden upon you and your life, and I don't want to be.<br><br>I'll see you at school, sensei.<br><br>-Zane
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 15:18:05</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You're right. Even here, it isn't wise, sensei. But I am a high school student.&nbsp; Sometimes, we really aren't wise, you know."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> With that he was gone. His sleeping chamber hatch slid closed.<br><br>I remained in the recreation area, moving to the window and looking out at the gathering night. Down by the street entrance to the docking bay was a man. As I glanced out, he turned up his collar and moved away, walking off out of sight.<br><br>I looked up at the sky. Stars were out. I checked my bearings, finding true north then looked several degrees off to one side. There. Home. Completely invisible from here, even with a powerful optical device, or even a radio telescope. Much too far.<br><br>I sighed.<br><br><strong>"Sometimes, grown ups aren't very wise either, Mizuhara-san."</strong><br><br>I stayed in the recreation area thinking and turning everything over for a long time, long after the faintest sounds of his heavy breathing - did the humans call it 'snoring'? - reached me from the other side of the thin wall. I looked at my wrist time-giving device. Almost midnight.<br><br>I turned and putting my waistcoat back on, went silently to the front door, slipped my shoes on and as quietly as I could, opened the door open and went out...<br><br>* * *<br><br><strong>"Marie, activate central processor."</strong><br><br><strong><em>"Activated. Welcome Esmila."</em></strong><br><br><strong>"Hello, Marie. Diagnostic analysis task of physical materials, please. Delta DES 8228-manufactured chemical compound. Type is oral medicine. Local trading name 'Syncopeaton'. Principal active components; Methybacil, Neptuamonel, Portrapabticide, Entmonyl, Passetic Acids, Wenymolic Acids, Tafynnic Extract 7, Tolymin B, Tolymin B2. Ignore carriage materials structured for human oral consumption. Convert Delta DES 8228 nomenclature to Gingarenmen labels and analyse. Data sample is in analysis tray."</strong> I placed one small white tablet in the shining interrogation bowl on the console in front of the ships artificial intelligence wall. It was part machine, part living creature, though to humans that life form would be closer to a plant than an animal. I called it 'Marie' and thought of it as female. I had programmed a female voice as her personality, something deep, soft and motherly. I should think a psychiatrist could tell you something about me from that choice.<br><br><strong><em>"Conducting analysis. Processing..."</em></strong><br><br>I rose from the pilots saddle and went out of the command chamber to the starboard side of the tiny craft. The command chamber filled the upper deck and nose. Below it on the single lower level was Marie and the power plant. In the ventral pods were, to the right, the local socialization and culturalization chamber and to the left my cryopod and tiny living quarters, smaller in total than my room as Mizuhara-san's house. The craft itself would sit easily in the docking deck outside Mizuhara-san's door, though it might squash a few cars with its 450,000 earth tons weight. The flux-drive was heavy.<br><br>I left Marie running an analysis on the Syncopeaton which would take her a while and undressed, dropping my earth garments on the small tank-side workbench saddle. I relaxed and closed my eyes, the restful, if slightly arousing warm flowing of energy around me indicating the change from human form to that of a Gingarenian always felt this way. Pleasant, tingling and enough to distract me just a tiny bit each time. The transform complete I uncurled my tail and swished it about, raising it up high and doing some stretches. It felt good to be back in my normal form, the purple-reddish skin hue and slitted yellow eyes reflected back at me in the polished lid of the tank. A few small golden shimmers of <em>those</em> feelings passed over my skin. I was like that all the time these days. A young female is not designed to be alone so much. I wondered sometimes why my bosses chose to use females so much more than males as planet inspectors and collectors. Then again, our males were worse - the chances of unauthorised cross-species interbreeding would be even higher if we let our randy young men out on all the inspection jobs.<br><br>I lifted my hands to my chest and cupped my shape, squeezing a little. The shimmering returned. I pushed away the image of Mizuhara-san that had popped into my head.<br><br><strong>"Marie. Culturalization process. Two hour session. Planet Delta DES 8228 geographic-social type designation 'Japan'. Time period, contemporary. Specific assimilation targets - culinary, teen-youth socialization behaviours, domestic habitation labels and social procedures, and um... earth female textile coverings. Pretty ones, please. Nothing frumpy. Understand?"</strong><br><br><strong><em>"Acknowledged. Loading programme. Session activates in five... four... three..."</em></strong><br><br>Naked I climbed into the culturalization pod, tucking my tail in and floating comfortably in the zero-grav stasis field. The cover closed. I shut my eyes...<br><br>* * *<br><br>I switched off the car's motor and climbed out, letting myself quietly into the apartment. Inside I slipped silently along the corridor to my room, pushing the door across and stepping in. Not wanting to risk waking Mizuhara-san I undressed in the dark, unfolding my futon as quietly as I could and climbed in. The intense bombardment of data in the culturalization tank was always exhausting. Now I remembered why I used it as little as possible. I was shattered. I was asleep in seconds...<br><br>* * *<br><br>The next day was Saturday. I was planning on going shopping but when I finally awoke, much too late and sleepily bumbled about my room and opened the door to use the bathroom I saw an envelope on the floor.<br><br><strong>"Nani?"</strong> I picked it up and opened it, reading the contents.<br><br>...<br><br><strong>"Mizuhara-kun. <em>Baka</em>,"</strong> I whispered to myself. I lay the note on my futon and went for a shower. I had badly overslept. I reminded myself never to use the tank on a weekday; I would never get up for school the next morning.<br><br>At least on Saturdays I didn't take classes. School ended at midday and I was covered in the short first homeroom period by Makoto-sensei. The headmaster had allowed me to have an arrangement where Saturdays I did not attend unless I needed to speak with a specific student or do some work on the computers. I had pushed for the arrangement specifically, it allowed me more leeway in school to conduct the interviews I needed to find my target.<br><br>Although... maybe that wouldn't be necessary now...<br><br>I got dressed, once again in the only outfit I had. I must go shopping later, the lack of clothing would become very awkward soon. I also needed a laptop and a communication device - a phone. I was getting the hang of everything now. In addition to the phone I wanted Mizuhara-san's number as well.<br><br>I went out on foot, noticing that the small scooter Mizuhara-san used was missing. That gave me an idea. Outside the apartment I turned towards town and a few hundred yards down was a motorcycle repair shop. I came out fifteen minutes later carrying a new crash helmet and then walked the long distance to school which took an hour though I enjoyed the sunshine and getting to know the streets and buildings and parks.<br><br>At school I went to the students bicycle racks where Mizuhara-san's scooter was parked. I hung my crash helmet over the handle bars and scribbled a note, leaving it inside the helmet.<br><br><em>Please drive to the surf shop on the seafront when you finish school. I have a favour to ask you. M.</em><br><br>I then walked the half mile to the beach. The surf shop I had passed earlier was behind the sea wall at the back of a small boatyard. Next to it was a small run down café. I sat outside in the sunshine and drank a pineapple juice.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/SeaWall02.jpg) <br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/BoatsOnBeach.jpg)<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/BoatYard.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 03:21:30</strong>
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				Zane's day was a short one, made longer by the fact that he was on today's after-school clean-up squad of the room.&nbsp; Half a dozen students made rather short work of cleaning the classroom, and all he'd had to do was dust and clean off the chalkboard this time.&nbsp; It ended as he finished with the chalkboard, turning to find himself alone as the sound of his classmates echoed down the hallway on their way out.&nbsp; He frowned, and then headed out himself, tossing the dirty rag into garbage can on his way to the bike rack outside the school.<br><br>He almost had to do a double take as he came to the motorbike.&nbsp; It was pretty recognizable (almost every other student had normal bicycles, not a motorbike), but what caught him by surprise was the new helmet on the handlebars.&nbsp; It was a nice red color, quite similar to his motorbike's color, but... "Where did this come from?" he asked himself, picking it up and looking around.&nbsp; No one was nearby, but he noticed the falling note that had been left inside it.<br><br>Curious, he picked it up and read the message.&nbsp; "M?" he muttered, and then remembered his sensei's given name.&nbsp; "Ah."&nbsp; Zane was a little worried, she probably didn't know that he had to clean the classroom after school today.&nbsp; It was only about a kilometer to the surf shop, so he unlocked his bike from the stand and pulled it away from the rest of the bikes that still could be found locked in place, and he led the motorbike to the parking lot before strapping the helmet on and getting everything going.<br><br>It took less than five minutes for him to head down the street and find himself at the shop that Kazami-sensei had asked him to come to.&nbsp; Parking to the side of the road, in the parking lot of the shop, he glanced around idly to try and find that redheaded woman- with any luck, she wouldn't think he hadn't found her note, or worse, had chosen to ignore her request by not showing up shortly after school had let out.&nbsp; It'd only been about thirty minutes...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 13:18:38</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I heard the light whine of a small electric motor. It could have been any number of vehicles; I'd noticed that while some humans used their traditional muscle powered two wheeled transport which they called 'bicycles' many had small supplementary electric storage devices and motors too so that after pedalling for a while, the battery was charged enough to let you ride for a long way on level ground. This motor sound though was deeper than those, but not so heavy as the power plants of their cars.<br><br>I noted the tonal values of the motor and stored them away in my memory. If this was Mizuhara-san's machine it would be worth remembering it's sound.<br><br>Then I saw a familiar figure appear from the side of the surf shop and at once I experienced that funny feeling inside again, a sort of warmth, a nice glow of something that I couldn't place.<br><br>I lifted my hand, <strong>"Mizuhara-san. Konnichiwa!"</strong> I watched him approach. <strong>"Can I get you anything?"</strong> I asked, rising from my seat and waggling my glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 14:22:18</strong>
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				The young man smiled as he heard Kazami-san's voice, and with one hand he waved back to her as he altered his direction to head in hers.&nbsp; Zane took the helmet off after a few seconds, and he held it under his arm and against his side as he shook his head.&nbsp; "Thanks for the offer, but no thank you.&nbsp; I'm not very thirsty right now." he replied as he reached her table.<br><br>He had left his scooter in the parking lot, locked up to one of the posts nearby to make certain it wouldn't escape.&nbsp; Theft was fairly rare in a small town like this, but it had happened before and he wasn't about to chance anything happening now.&nbsp; Mizuhara glanced around and then back to her with a small smile.&nbsp; "Sorry I'm late, I had to help clean after class."<br><br>Zane watched her for a moment, noting that she was wearing the same outfit as yesterday.&nbsp; He couldn't tell if she had two outfits that were exactly the same or if it was the same one, but either way, he wasn't complaining.&nbsp; Her clothes certainly did a good job in showcasing what she had to show to others.&nbsp; He was getting better at not staring at her body, fortunately, as his blue eyes settled upon her face.&nbsp; "I got your note, obviously.&nbsp; You wanted to ask me something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 15:27:28</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I was a little disappointed that he didn't want to sit in the sun and have a drink but on the other hand it was almost one now by the local clocks and the day was getting on. I needed to start my little tour.<br><br><strong>"Yes I did want to ask you something. Well, several somethings. Thank you for your note. I quite understand how you feel as well but I must be honest with you... the apartment is perfect, the location is good too. And you are as well. Oh, um... don't get me wrong."</strong> I flapped a hand about slightly alarmed in case he misunderstood, <strong>"I mean you're lovely. No, I mean you're very tidy about the house and you can cook really well and you're a conscientious student. Sort of a... a perfect house mate I suppose is what I'm saying. So if you think it would work in terms of your schooling to share an apartment with your teacher than I would like to stay as well. I think though we should separate the two sides of our... of our... <em>relationship</em>, yes? At school we must be professional and stay as teacher and student. No more lifts to school in my car. At home... well... I hope we can get along fine. If there is anything that bothers you, do please ask. Like, you know, if I behave a certain way that's..."</strong> I trailed off.<br><br><em>Distracting</em>.<br><br><em>Like you are to me.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 15:35:19</strong>
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				He smiled a little as she started talking, though some faint brush of red came to his cheeks as she mentioned him 'being good' as well ass the apartment and location.&nbsp; Until she amended her statement, the young man couldn't help but to wonder just what she had meant... though for a moment there, he took it as if she had been his age and was trying to compliment him in a not-so-simple manner as she obviously had intended.&nbsp; Zane nodded at her amendment, now understanding what she had actually meant with her words.<br><br>But it was her last comment that piqued his curiosity.&nbsp; "I understand.&nbsp; And I agree, actually, especially when it comes to separating our relationship, as you say." he told her, his cheeks still slightly awash with crimson.&nbsp; "But... behaving a certain way?" he asked her, his voice lowered a little. She'd still be able to hear him, but as a pair of adults walked past, they wouldn't be able to hear him in turn.&nbsp; "You've only been nice to me.&nbsp; You haven't been a bother at all, though the other night, um..." he trailed off himself.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Now, that had been a distraction.</em> Zane thought to himself, blushing a little deeper as the image of her in only that chemise came to mind.&nbsp; He shook his head to try and get the image to go away, but couldn't help it- it remained in his head anyway as he looked back up to her.&nbsp; "You weren't a bother, really, but, um... well, you looked great, really." he wasn't sure how to explain it to her, especially in public like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 15:52:07</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I frowned at him, somewhat puzzled and confused in my turn over his hesitancy. His face had taken on a slight blush too, and that made me go a bit fluttery inside because it was... it was awfully sweet to see. Cute, in a way that the local young males I know are never cute. It was a human thing and terribly distracting... I glanced away and sipped my drink.<br><br>He mentioned about the other night but I wasn't sure what he meant. Had I done something wrong? When he said I looked great I coughed a little and fanned my face making a small choking sound as my drink went down the wrong way. All I'd done was dress for bed. And it was night-time. Where was the problem exactly?<br><br><strong>"Well, I'm not sure how to answer that. Though... thank you, its very sweet of you to say."</strong> Even though I was still completely not sure what it was he was saying. <strong>"Though that brings me to my next thing, the other thing I wanted to ask. You'll know the town quite well I hope? You see I don't. I need to go buy some things and I wanted to go this afternoon and I wondered if you would mind showing me around town? If you've not got school work to do that is,"</strong> I finished quickly not wanting our lives as home-sharers to impinge on his student needs.<br><br><strong>"It was a laptop I was after. And a mobile phone. Can you recommend places I can get those?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 00:13:09</strong>
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				Zane nodded as she mentioned needing to go out and get some things, smiling a bit.&nbsp; A shopping spree?&nbsp; Well, he figured there were worse ways to spend the day.&nbsp; <br><br>"My homework is pretty light and tomorrow there's no school, so I can put off the classwork for a while at least.&nbsp; Let's get you the things you need then, okay?&nbsp; I'd be happy to show you around town... though I don't think we'll be able to put too much on my scooter." the young man stated, glancing back to his motorbike.&nbsp; There was enough room for two people to sit on it and there was a little storage room under the cushion of the seat, but it wouldn't be nearly enough space to store much of anything.<br><br>"And I know a great place to go for a laptop and cell phone.&nbsp; Same place, actually." he informed her and then gave a little look around.&nbsp; It was pretty dead on the street for a Saturday, which was fine in his book.&nbsp; Most kids his age were probably enjoying a movie or spending time with people they liked.&nbsp; Zane glanced back to Mizuho and shrugged.&nbsp; "So, where would you like to see first?&nbsp; There's a lot of stores downtown, but we'd be better off riding there than walking there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 00:27:07</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"My homework is pretty light and tomorrow there's no school, so I can put off the classwork for a while at least. Let's get you the things you need then, okay? I'd be happy to show you around town... though I don't think we'll be able to put too much on my scooter."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"If you do not consider it as cheating, I would happily help you with your home work,"</strong> I offered when he seemed to be torn between shopping and studying.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"And I know a great place to go for a laptop and cell phone. Same place, actually. So, where would you like to see first? There's a lot of stores downtown, but we'd be better off riding there than walking there."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Well. I think I would like to shop for some other things as well and, so... mm, yes, we won't get much on your scooter will we? How about if we take it home and get the bus into town?"</strong><br><br>I finished my drink, left the money for it on the side plate and stood up. <strong>"Is that a good idea?"</strong> I asked walking to him and glancing towards the surf shop from behind which he had appeared. I assumed his scooter was in the parking lot there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 00:47:21</strong>
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				He nodded and smiled.&nbsp; "Cheating?&nbsp; It's not cheating unless you bring out the answer books." he replied, barely holding back pleased laughter at the idea of being helped by a teacher with his homework... outside of school!&nbsp; Zane couldn't help but to smile at that.&nbsp; "As long as we stick to the textbooks, I think I won't get into any trouble.&nbsp; Let's get your shopping done and worry about my homework later, then."<br><br>At her comment of wanting to shop for other things, he nodded in understanding.&nbsp; &nbsp; He had a sneaking suspicion that some of what she wanted to get would be clothes, if his friends from school who complained about going shopping with their girlfriends were any indication.&nbsp; "That sounds good.&nbsp; Here, you'd better put this on." he said to her, pulling the helmet from under his arm and offering it to her.&nbsp; Though he wouldn't realize it, it would hold his scent in it.&nbsp; Zane offered the helmet thanks to the fact that he hadn't seen her rather easy-to-tell car that had to be hers.&nbsp; Not many people still liked that color on their vehicles anymore, which is likely how she got it for cheaper than it normally sold for.&nbsp; Or so he figured.<br><br>Which meant, if she wanted to keep up with him on the motorbike, that they both take it home, as she had suggested.&nbsp; Zane waited, helmet in hand outstretched to her as he fought an odd urge to blush.&nbsp; He didn't realize why, yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 01:01:19</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>When he smiled - like that, there. Just <em>there</em> in that easy offhand slanted sort of way. It made me go... Go places... the insides of me going there first and the rest of me following later. It was the most weird yet nice sensation. It was the most wonderful smile too. I wished I had a holo-record of it.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Cheating? It's not cheating unless you bring out the answer books. As long as we stick to the textbooks, I think I won't get into any trouble. Let's get your shopping done and worry about my homework later, then."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> His smiled widened and I could almost fall into it, quite helpless. I smiled too, then giggled, <strong>"Well I won't tell your teacher if you won't, hm?"</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"That sounds good. Here, you'd better put this on."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I took the helmet and walked with him back towards the surf shop. <strong>"Thanks. I left my new helmet on your bike, though. I hope you brought it with you?"</strong> The helmet itself wasn't an issue. I could buy another tomorrow. I could buy a hundred of them if I wanted. No, I'd wanted to ride with him on his scooter. I'd seen couples riding about town on scooters and bigger powerbikes, the girls hugging the men from behind. It looked both cosy and exhilarating at the same time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 01:18:59</strong>
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				Her giggle almost made him smile even wider, liking the sound.&nbsp; He didn't get a chance to make a girl, or a woman in this case, laugh or giggle very often, so Zane couldn't help but to like the thought that he'd made her do that.<br><br>He nodded.&nbsp; "Yes, I've still got the helmet.&nbsp; I was wondering where it came from, up until I read your note anyway.&nbsp; I almost thought someone was playing games with me."&nbsp; Zane led the way back to his motorbike and picked up the second helmet from where it remained sitting on the seat.&nbsp; He'd had to tie it down around his belt to keep it from getting away from him during the ride here.&nbsp; When he offered it to her, he straddled across the top of the bike as needed, though his feet were in the area between the steering column and the part he sat upon.&nbsp; He slipped forward a bit to make certain that there was enough room for her to sit down behind him.<br><br>"Have you ever ridden on a scooter before?" he asked her, about ready to suggest how best she should hold on for dear life while they were in motion on it if she hadn't. The young man looked up to her, getting a rather nice view of the young woman as he relaxed on the bike, one foot coming off to rest just in front of the kickstand that was holding the vehicle upright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 11:38:42</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>When we got to the scooter we swapped helmets again and then I had a problem. Most people who rode bikes wore pants. For reasons of practicality and safety. Leathers usually, though these smaller scooters had a footwell so you could drive it with your feet together on the footboard, or wear the earth fashion of a skirt if you were female. Mizuhara-san would have no problem. I did.<br><br>My skirt was very tight. It was knee length as well which made it worse. I couldn't separate my knees enough to get across the saddle which for the passenger required you to sit astride, like on our air speedsters back home.<br><br>I had two options, walk, or do something drastic. <strong>"Unh, Mizuhara-san, <em>gomen</em>. Can you, er?"</strong> I made a wiggling motion with my hand asking him to look away while at the same time feeling a bit embarrassed. I could feel my face colouring slightly. As he turned I put my hands to my skirt sides and pulled it up. I had to pull it quite high, mid thigh at least in order to get enough room to part my knees so as to mount the bike. When I was on the skirt rode higher, so high I was concerned my undergarments might show. I pulled the helmet on and buckled the strap and waited, hoping he would climb on quickly and keep his back to me.<br><br><strong>"Sure, I have ridden these before,"</strong> <em>well, something very like it,</em> I added to myself, <em>though at home a xilon-flex bodysuit makes it much easier...</em> All I had to do was lean forward and... <em>hug him!</em> I suddenly felt like this might be a lot of fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 17:58:13</strong>
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				The young man blinked as he saw the issue quickly- her skirt was far too tight to allow for much movement, and he doubt that she'd be able to run quickly in such a skirt without ripping it in the process.&nbsp; Zane nodded and he looked away as he was asked to do so, waiting for her to finished and get on the motorbike.&nbsp; The weight shifted as she came to sit on behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder to her to smile to her.&nbsp; "Everything okay?" he asked her.&nbsp; Zane couldn't see her skirt like this, which was possibly a good thing right now.&nbsp; Still, he gave her a sympathetic smile and nodded to her.<br><br>"Glad to hear.&nbsp; So, once you're ready, let's get home." he told Mizuho.&nbsp; His foot kicked the stand up and he righted the vehicle just the slightest bit, making sure not to jostle it too much until she was all set.&nbsp; He strapped his helmet on and then his hands came to the handlebar, feet slowly turning the motorbike around so they could get going.&nbsp; It wouldn't be a very long ride to get back home, but he had a feeling he would enjoy it more than he usually did, now with a passenger behind him for once.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>15-06-2010, 18:07:13</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I was terribly grateful that he didn't look <em>there</em> as he turned to check I was on. I was blushing badly enough over this stupid skirt as it was. I had to buy some more practical clothes.<br><br><strong>"Alright. Let's go."</strong> As he kicked the bike off it's stand and pushed it forwards I did the only option open to me. I leaned forwards and put my arms round his waist, my chest squashing up tightly to his back. He had his school jacket on but even so... he felt very close. Warm... and he smelled lovely; strong, healthy, virile... I swallowed hard and tried not to let my thoughts go too far off in that direction. His front and sides were warm too and as I clung to him I could feel his muscles moving...<br><br>Things were happening. Down below. Woman things. Sixteen years without a mate and I... oh dear! I clung on tighter and enjoyed the ride although it ended far too soon as we reached the apartment and I had to get off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 03:16:49</strong>
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				The purple haired 'youngster' nodded when she told him she was ready, though not in quite so many words.&nbsp; Zane's hand turned the key even as he felt her arms around his waist.&nbsp; The feeling of her breasts pressing against his back gave him a near-instant erection, one that made him thankful for the fact that she was sitting behind him, rather than in front of him.&nbsp; Her swallow was unheard as the electric whine of the motor began.&nbsp; It was deep, but not nearly the full-rumbling one could get from the gas-powered vehicles that still roamed about the world.&nbsp; Even so, there was still that vibration of the physical sensation that hearkened to those older motorcycles, though nowhere near as intense.<br><br>Her hands on him, her arms around his sides... it was enough to distract him.&nbsp; However, Zane managed to focus on driving the small vehicle along the road towards the apartment itself.&nbsp; By the time they got there, he had a large smile on his face and as he came to the parking lot outside the flat, his hand lessened on the throttle.&nbsp; Soon enough, the motorbike was still and the electric engine shut off.&nbsp; He glanced over his shoulder to her, though he was unable to see more than the helmet she wore as he smiled to Mizuho.&nbsp; "Well, here we are, sensei.&nbsp; I hope I didn't drive too crazy for you." he teased, even as he put the kickstand down and waited for her to get off the bike before he would do the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 12:14:27</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I dismounted with difficulty from the scooter, this time I was certain my underwear was showing. It was a very odd feeling, awkward and in bad taste for this planet I was sure yet at the same time the fact Mizuhara-san might have seen something sent little thrills all through me, a kind of forbidden gift. It was an experience I wasn't used to and it worried me. It excited me as well.<br><br>As I stood beside the machine wiggling my skirt down and he put the stand down and reconnected the power cable I could still feel the warmth and firmness of him all against my front and in my arms... I looked down, avoiding eye contact. It was a lovely feeling but confused me. He was younger than I and my student! And... an alien... I wasn't even sure it would be wise to do anything with him at all.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well, here we are, sensei. I hope I didn't drive too crazy for you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> He had driven like a grandparent! I'm sure he was teasing me. <strong>"Not at all. I enjoyed it. It was~"</strong> <em>intimate</em> <strong>"~exhilarating."</strong> I coughed a little behind a closed fist to try and hide my feelings, <strong>"I would like to do it again though. Perhaps go out of town one day and drive in the hills. How fast does it go?"</strong><br><br>We talked a little about his scooter while I unlocked the apartment door. All I needed was to drop in my new crash helmet and redo my hair and makeup but I wondered if my companion would want to change out of his school uniform.<br><br><strong>"Do you want to change? I just need to try and resuscitate my hair and I'll meet you by the front door in a few minutes."</strong><br><br>* * *<br><br>Ten minutes later, with a large bundle of Yen1000 notes in my purse we were walking across the road outside the apartment and waiting at a bus stop. As we'd come out I caught sight of a man in a grey long coat walking away up the street. Funny... he looked familiar. I supposed long grey coats were in fashion around here.<br><br><strong>"Is it a long ride on your public omnibus service to the shopping district?"</strong> I asked, trying to make small talk and failing rather badly. I was still thinking about warmth and muscles and during the few moments I'd had alone in my room I had found my hand had slid between my legs without me even realising it... this was worrying. The brief contact I'd enjoyed hadn't in fact helped my heightened sense of need in the least. Made it worse in fact. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 18:03:38</strong>
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				When she moved to dismount the motorbike, he did catch a flash of the panties that were normally hidden (somehow) by the mini skirt that she wore.&nbsp; Of course, after she had hiked up the skirt earlier, it was very much unlikely that they would have hidden anything at all if it wasn't for his sitting ahead of him.&nbsp; Whoever may have driven behind them, on the other hand, could have had quite the eye-full.<br><br>Zane glanced back to her as she looked to the ground and smiled softly.&nbsp; She seemed... happy?&nbsp; Perhaps she had enjoyed that a lot.&nbsp; "I know a lake about half an hour north of here.&nbsp; That would be a good place for a picnic sometime, and there are some hills we can go driving in as well."&nbsp; He had to think about the last part of her question for a moment.&nbsp; "I'm not sure how fast it goes with two people on it, but I have gotten up to 60 kilometers an hour pretty easily when I'm the only one on it.&nbsp; And I don't think that's the fastest it can go."<br><br>He had told her about it as they walked to the apartment door, and after she had opened it, he nodded to her question.&nbsp; "Yeah, I think I better get out of these clothes.&nbsp; I'll just be a minute." Zane replied, and entered after her.&nbsp; Into his room he went, and the door was mostly shut.&nbsp; However, it hadn't slid completely closed, and so there was a bit of a crack from which she could look in if she wanted.&nbsp; He slipped out of his school uniform, and because it wasn't too warm, or too cold today, he was soon wearing a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt.&nbsp; On went the windbreaker, which he pulled off the hanger upon the wall and then he left the room to join up with her.<br><br>Zane shook his head at her question, as they waited at the bus stop.&nbsp; "Not really.&nbsp; Maybe twenty minutes at most, I think.&nbsp; Unless they changed the schedules since last year."&nbsp; The young man shrugged as he leaned back into the back of the bench, reclining and relaxing before glancing back to Mizuho.&nbsp; "What exactly did you need to get, again?&nbsp; A laptop and a cell phone... Anything else?" he asked her.&nbsp; He didn't have a bus pass, which meant that he'd be paying each time he got on the bus unless he got a day pass.&nbsp; She had said she wanted to do more shopping as well, so that meant any of the out-of-the-way mom and pop shops were out of the picture: it'd take too long to get to and from them to be able to shop at other places as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 23:54:11</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What exactly did you need to get, again? A laptop and a cell phone... Anything else?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I seriously need some clothes. Seriously. I travelled very light up here, it was at short notice and though I have clothes at home getting them here would be tricky.Plus... I like the newness here; new job, new home... meeting new people..."</strong> I gave him small smile and a bit of a lifted eyebrow, <strong>"So I think I want a new look. The things I wore back home... well they wouldn't be suitable here I don't think. I'd like a couple more nice outfits for work. Suits. And something to relax in. Oh yes, and - oh, is this our bus?"</strong><br><br>It turned out it was our bus. The vehicle was very crude with a harsh plastic passenger cell and painted with advertising banners everywhere. The ride was atrocious, mechanical suspension and wheels really is a horribly crude system. It requires all the expense of marked roadways as well. We found seats on the shady side of the vehicle and I picked up where I'd left off.<br><br><strong>"And yes, some more underwear too. Quite a lot in fact. I think... also... perhaps a swimsuit. Maybe you as a young man would know what sort is best. I'm sure you have some views on that?"</strong> Rather daring I reached out a hand and patted his leg playfully.<br><br>We talked more and then in no time, seemingly (though my insides felt a little mis-shapen from all that jolting) we got off in town. It seemed Mizuhara-san had chosen to alight near an electrical goods store; we walked up the street towards it and went in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 04:31:06</strong>
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				Zane nodded at her words as to what she needed, mentally mapping out the locations of places that she might want to try and visit to find some new clothes.&nbsp; There were a few shops that were rather close to the one he had in mind for her laptop and cell phone, fortunately.&nbsp; They got on the bus, and he paid for the ride as she walked towards a seat.&nbsp; He got on beside her, their legs touching firmly as he smiled a little.&nbsp; Her words about needing to get a lot of underwear and a swimsuit, however...<br><br>Well, he blushed a little.&nbsp; He blushed more when she patted his leg as well, and Zane glanced away with a small smile on his face.&nbsp; "Only if you want me to see, I guess.&nbsp; I think I know a good place to take you, but just remember, I'm not allowed in the fitting room with you." he teased, whispering back into Mizuho's ear.&nbsp; Others got on the bus eventually as they made small talk, and after a while he reached out for the cord that he could pull.&nbsp; A ding, and the driver came to a stop less than half a block from the shop that he had in mind to take her to.<br><br>Standing, he held a hand out to her with a smile.&nbsp; "Well, let's go get you your new things." he commented, and with that, led her outside and to the electrical store.&nbsp; It had a lot of things- a large selection of TVs, video game systems, games and movies, music devices, and in one section, cell phones.&nbsp; In another, the laptops, which was where he led her first.<br><br>"You'll want to be sure to get one of the newest models.&nbsp; They have the latest operating systems on them and that'll keep you from having to deal too much with viruses.&nbsp; And the more RAM, the better... Um, are you going to use it a lot for work, or do you think you'll want to play movies and such on it?" he asked her as they walked to the floor models.&nbsp; There were about two dozen on display, and he'd help her choose one that she'd like most.&nbsp; He made sure to wave away the sales attendant that attempted to intrude, however, until she was ready to make her decision or when she had to have a second opinion on something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 18:00:16</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>When he sat down next to me on the bus our legs touched. At first I thought it was an accident. It might even have been but he didn't move away. I didn't either and we stayed that way for twenty minutes, our legs pressed together and I was acutely conscious of the warmth of his body and the firmness... and... yes. Quite so. Very distracting.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Only if you want me to see, I guess. I think I know a good place to take you, but just remember, I'm not allowed in the fitting room with you."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Well of course I want you to see!"</strong> I smiled, jokingly and winked at him, <strong>"I need a second opinion and the assistants will tell me anything just for a sale won't they? It needs someone who isn't biased."</strong><br><br>I looked out the window a moment then back to him, <strong>"And you are just my flat-mate. I know you aren't biased."</strong> I was teasing him terribly but it was a lot of fun.<br><br>In the electrical equipment shop I just looked blankly at the goods on display. To me it was like a museum of ancient technology. I had to bite my lip and appear interested and knowledgeable. I was from Okinawa, I reminded myself, not Okelinar.<br><br><strong>"I will just be using the computer for work mainly, perhaps listening to music. As long as the internets connection you have is stable and quick I don't need too many extras. I'm not a gamer, you know. And movies are not really my thing."</strong> We eventually settled on one after just half an hour's browsing and discussion and a phone took even less time. I paid cash. In under and hour we were back outside on the sidewalk.<br><br><strong>"So. Clothes. I like feminine things, skirts, dresses, suits. Not pants. Shoes too. Maybe some heels, but could we go and get me some outfits for school first, something smart and light for warm weather. We can worry about casual things and underwear in a bit - perhaps after lunch?"</strong><br><br>Mizuhara-san said he knew where we might make a start and we set off up the street.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 06:10:39</strong>
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				Zane nodded at her needs for the laptop, and it didn't take much to find one that would work well for her requirements.&nbsp; Music didn't need a lot of memory to play, not these days at least.&nbsp; Within an hour, they were done, and he was carrying a fairly large bag that held two boxes, one containing the laptop, and the smaller, lighter one with the cell phone.&nbsp; Walking out the sliding door with Mizuho, he glanced up and down the street to get his bearings.<br><br>His navigation sense was rather easy to confuse at times, but once he focused on where he was and where he wanted to go, he nodded.&nbsp; Glancing back to his teacher, he nodded and smiled.&nbsp; "I know a good place, then." he told her.&nbsp; It was three blocks north and two to the west, and on foot it took them a while.&nbsp; Fortunately, the streets were pretty easy to get around and there weren't too many other pedestrians around either.<br><br>Soon, they found themselves inside a clothing shop.&nbsp; It was better than the Wal-mart that had opened up and was a few kilometers away from here, though the clothes were a bit spendy.&nbsp; "I come here to get my better clothes, but not often.&nbsp; The women's section is to the left." he told her after looking around the shop to verify its location.&nbsp; He led the way over, but stopped as they reached it so she could decide where she'd like to start.&nbsp; "There's shoes too, so take your time."&nbsp; He smiled to her, and then blinked as he caught sight of a water fountain and remembered that it was time to take his medication.<br><br>"I'll be back in a minute, need to take my meds." and with that, he was off with the already purchased things to take care of his own, slightly more immediate needs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 17:02:21</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>We walked a long way to the next store and en-route I looked carefully at all the different places to buy different goods and services. All the different structure styles and patterns too. I decided I liked human towns, they seemed very alive, bustling, variable. The sun was out, I had a nice young human man at my side and I was making some progress on my mission. I should need to go back to my ship tonight though, my progress report was due.<br><br>Mizuhara-san led us to a very large store and inside were different areas or departments on different floors and in different corners of floors. Everywhere there were smiling staff to assist in anything you could need, all well dressed in smart uniforms. The place was very big and we went up a moving staircase to an upper floor where the women's clothing was.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I come here to get my better clothes, but not often. The women's section is to the left. There's shoes too, so take your time."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh. Well, there is plenty here to be looking at. Did you want to help me choose?"</strong><br><br>But then he looked a little concerned.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'll be back in a minute, need to take my meds."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I'll be right here,"</strong> I called back as he went off. I began to walk among the aisles and racks and stands and displays. There was a huge variation in human clothing I realised, no wonder Mizuhara-san had given me an odd look before because I had the same outfit on, on the third day running.<br><br>Then rounding a corner I discovered that I had only been walking the formal wear - suits and dresses - in front of me was a whole vast new section with casual clothes in. And over there the shoes! This was going to take some while.<br><br>I did find one thing I liked a lot. It was a suit, three pieces, jacket, skirt and waistcoat. The waistcoat and jacket were beautifully tailored and shaped to the waist and the skirt was tight and a nice length with a small extra panel at the back that I knew to be a kick pleat which fussily moved when the wearer walked. I was aware that it fell into the category of 'sexy'. The suit jacket buttoned up with two buttons under the bust and the whole thing was in soft dusty pink silk. A lovely colour, like salmon or the sky in the evening.<br><br>When Mizuhara-san returned that was the only thing I had found that I liked and there were no shoes here to match it. Hm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>28-06-2010, 22:40:28</strong>
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				It didn't take him long to finish with the medication, sticking the orange and white-labeled bottle back into his pocket with one hand while the other wiped the excess water from his mouth.&nbsp; A moment later, he returned to the women's clothing section and blinked as he heard a somewhat familiar voice from nearby.&nbsp; <em>Shit!</em>&nbsp; Zane couldn't help but to cringe as he noticed a trio of girls not too far away, absorbed with looking at the clothes hanging up and on the shelves.&nbsp; They were his age... and unsurprisingly, he knew at least one of them from his class.&nbsp; One of the others was in another class, but the third didn't look familiar and was younger than the others (which, he supposed, made her a younger sister to the two he recognized already).<br><br>Despite the three that were engrossed in their clothes shopping, and hopefully one of which he didn't need to worry about being recognized by, he weaved around a few racks of clothing and out of their immediate field of vision.&nbsp; Zane soon found himself near Kazami-sensei and smiled at the sight of the three piece suit that she had found for herself.&nbsp; "Looks good." he complimented, smiling as he kept his voice low.&nbsp; He wasn't that talkative in class, so if he was lucky the three girls wouldn't hear his voice.&nbsp; Of course, that was only one suit, and judging by the fact they were near the shoes, she hadn't taken the time to look at much anything else yet.<br><br>Even he could tell this could take a while.&nbsp; Zane smiled a bit.&nbsp; "Well, if you can't find another suit, maybe you should try looking for more casual stuff before we leave this store?&nbsp; There's another down the road, but it's a bit more expensive."&nbsp; He glanced around, but the women's section was not exactly something he was familiar with at all.&nbsp; Besides, he wasn't exactly into fashion anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>29-06-2010, 13:43:29</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>When I showed Mizuhara-san the salmon pink suit he was appreciative. I wasn't convinced it was appropriate for school though. Perhaps grey, or blue... hm... so boring those dull colours... I was so used at home to bright vibrant tones, lots of greens, yellows and blues, natural hues.<br><br>In the end I put the suit back. Mizuhara-san respectfully trailed around with me but I became concerned I would be boring him. On his recommendation we went to the casual section and here I found some things I liked. A pair of pedal-pushers (they were called), soft cotton pants in a blueish-grey with the legs that reached to mid-calf. A blue strappy vest top and a lilac button up cardigan. I also found a style of soft canvas shoe with a flat sole - deck shoes they were called - and I tried on two pairs in pink and yellow. Nice and comfy and practical.<br><br>Next I saw a very smart dress, a button-fronted shirt style, just above knee length with a turn down collar and A-line skirt. I liked it at once.<br><br>We carried on... I sensed my companion was becoming a little frustrated.<br><br><strong>"If you wait, I will go and try these on. Here. Please?"</strong> I left him with the two pairs of deck shoes and found one of the hovering assistants who showed me to a row of cubicles with curtains covering the fronts. As elsewhere it seemed you left your outdoor shoes outside so I stepped out of them and whizzed the curtain closed behind me, hung the new items up and began to unbutton my waistcoat, taking it off, unclipping and unzipping my skirt and wiggling out of it then unbuttoning my blouse. I had on my yellow set of undies today and with my back to the curtain was unaware I had left a small gap in it. Just an inch or two, quite innocently...<br><br>I reached for the black dress, lifted it from it's hanger and undoing the buttons to mid-way down the skirt, stepped into it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arlyn</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 17:52:39</strong>
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				Zane watched as she started working on finding more and more clothes, smiling a bit.&nbsp; Shopping wasn't so bad, he found, when one was with a girl who knew what she wanted and intrigued him.&nbsp; And indeed, Kazami-sensei did indeed interest him.&nbsp; He had even told her as much with that note the night before, after all.&nbsp; Still, the young man nodded to her as she asked him to wait and he moved to lean against one of the support beams for the roof of the store.<br><br>It was when a flash of yellow caught his eye that he glanced towards the fitting room that his teacher had entered.&nbsp; His gaze caught, he stared for a moment as she wiggled herself out of her clothes and Zane couldn't help but to watch the whole thing.&nbsp; He shivered.&nbsp; There was a pressure in his head that he could feel, but it wasn't quite a headache, and certainly not a migraine.&nbsp; When the young man attempted to look away, the curtain followed his gaze- opening wide unassisted, he was caught by surprise and glanced back to her even as the black dress was being stepped into.<br><br>His jaw dropped, gasping in shock even as the attendants hurried over to close the curtains.&nbsp; One looked at him, looking disappointed, even as the other apologized to Ms. Kazami for the strange problem.&nbsp; There hadn't been a gust of wind, and he hadn't even gotten near the cubicle either.<br><br>That didn't stop one attendant that had noticed his looking over there from coming up and asking him to have a seat along the wall, where he couldn't see into the fitting room anymore.&nbsp; Resigned to do as the woman asked, he nodded.&nbsp; "Sure." he muttered, and walked over to the short line of seats along the wall to sit down on one and wait for his teacher/roommate.&nbsp; Hopefully, she wouldn't think he had left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Onegai Gakusei [Arlyn &amp; Haibane]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 19:47:24</strong>
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				KAZAMI MIZUHO<br><br>I was half into the black dress, one leg raised, the other already having been placed within, the material clasped in my hands while I bent forwards, when with a whooshing sound the cubicle curtain flew open! I squeaked loudly and trying to balance, lost it and dropped the dress in a puddle on the floor. I began to topple forwards and put my hands out to brace myself, succeeding in stopping myself from falling but not covering myself at all. With my palms flat on the wall and my legs all everywhere, trying not to trip on the dress, I felt my over-large Earth-bosoms shift and wobble under me. I looked out the cubicle assuming it was another customer making a mistake or an assistant even asking how the clothes fit, but it was no-one. No-one at all!<br><br>I was dumbfounded. Suddenly an assistant appeared and she was flustered and very embarrassed and could not apologise enough. She drew the curtain closed for my privacy but not before I'd caught sight of Mizuhara stood beside a pillar some yards away. Another assistant was speaking with him and as she did so I saw her gesture that the boy might wait elsewhere less close to the women's cubicles.<br><br>For one second though our eyes had met and the expression in his face... it was extraordinary. I could almost feel it... feel <em>him</em>. That sounds silly doesn't it? But I could. He was all mixed up inside, I could see it on his face. He liked what he had just glimpsed, I could tell, but there was all sorts of confusion and fear and worry in there too. And... and... <em>hazy wine red</em>. Wine red, a lovely colour, rich and swirling. I didn't think humans would be empathic enough to ever show colours but Mizuhara did then. It was extraordinary and quite beautiful.<br><br>Then the curtain closed. I yanked it back open unmindful of the fact I was wearing only Earth underwear and looked again. But he had turned his back and was moving out of sight and the colour had faded.<br><br>I closed the curtain again slowly, the assistant looking at me with some puzzlement, probably wondering why I'd chosen to open it again and expose myself.<br><br>I tried the clothes on in a blur, not really thinking, only being aware of how they fit (which they did, and very well, the pedal pushers especially being nice and tight around my rear end and thighs). I finished, put my school outfit back on and went out to find Mizuhara again.<br><br>He was sat on a seat just beyond the ladies wear department looking a little glum. I decided to leave the changing cubicle incident aside though getting back to my ship had suddenly become a huge priority.<br><br><strong>"Oh there you are. Um... yes. Thanks for waiting. Ah... these all fit fine so I'll pay for them now. And the shoes."</strong> I took them from him and led the way over to the assistant's desk again to pay for my purchases. I saw the lady looking at Mizuhara in an odd suspicious way.<br><br><strong>"Well, that's all done,"</strong> I said cheerfully. I saw a group of girls wander into the ladies wear department and begin flicking through racks of tee-shirts. I didn't know them all, but the tallest one with reddish straight hair I recognized as a girl in school... That meant... <em>Uh-oh, this could be trouble...</em><br><br><strong>"Ah, Mizuhara-san, let's try another store!"</strong> Rather briskly I grabbed his hand and started to lead him away.<br><br>
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