Post by ichirokato on Jun 5, 2012 20:08:00 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif));] [atrb=width,400] tales of love & hatred To actually spend the lunch period eating would be a move for the weaker ones. Ichiro had much better ways to occupy his time. When he wasn't collecting hand-outs, he was helping put out the equipment for P.E., when he wasn't doing that, he was tutoring his classmates. It killed him not to be occupied, and he knew that shoving down an energy bar and a milk tea would sate him just the same walking about as it would lazing around the classroom like the other lay-abouts. But today, Ichiro was skipping lunch entirely. He had very serious business to attend to. As the class rep and a born leader, Ichiro took it upon himself to look after slipping classmates. Zeus Anderson was one such classmate. Other than his barely pronounceable name, Anderson was proving himself to be a problem student. It just didn't do to have one classmate scaring all of the others and being a bully. In general, Ichiro found his behavior entirely wrong for a school environment! These were, he supposed, their prime years, and so they ought to conduct themselves in a happy manner and form worthy friendships before they all faded into the working world. What would the good percentage of students who became salarymen look back on as they lolled over some bar ten years from now? School life should be enjoyable and filled with fond memories, and Ichiro found it entirely wrong that Zeus would ruin that for himself and others. Finally, after searching the halls around the class for a minute or two, he found Zeus. The hallway virtually empty, Ichiro approached and called out his name the best that he could. "Anderson!" It was about every difficulty Japanese speakers had with Western language compiled in one name. Even after practicing in his dorm the night before, it still sounded sloppy: Ahn-deruh-sen. Even so, Ichiro felt that if he spoke from the heart, he may be able to get through. "I wanted to have a word with you." Crossing his arms, he awaited the response of his classmate. tag: zeus word count: who's counting? outfit: school uniform notes: Ichiro is a cheesy pillar of MANHOOD |
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