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[Original] New Beginnings: Chapter Twelve
Oh, word. I can't believe it took me almost a whole school year to post this one up. ♥ Sorry about the massive delay, guys.
Title: Ch 12: And So We Part Ways
Summary: We'll see each other one last time before we leave, right? We have to!
Claimer: Again, all mine. I don't know what you guys would want to do with these people, but... let me have them, okay?
Exams. While they were rough depending on what grade you were in (or maybe they were just rough in general), they were generally the bane of any school child’s existence.
Unfortunately, the Star Six fell under this category.
Ari found it especially annoying that the exchange student, Francis, didn’t know any Japanese without that translation watch of his, yet he was acing every single one of his exams.
Oh, she didn’t mean that he was just acing the practicals. That was a given – there just couldn’t be language barriers in exams that showcased how you performed spells and created medicine.
Nope. He was acing Japanese exams. You know… exams that everyone expected him to get an 18 on? Yeah. He was doing just fine on it.
And that irritated her. He just had to be cheating. She’d gotten the angels on his case.
They came back to her in an hour – and nope, he wasn’t cheating. Translation devices were perfectly acceptable. (Especially since on Japanese exams, there was just some things that couldn’t be translated)
She, understandably, was furious.
“Why don’t you study,” The professor had suggested to her.
Ari glared. “What did you just say?”
The professor refused to give her advice for the rest of the semester.
Not that it mattered to Ari, anyhow: she never did listen to his advice. (Though she was quoted later as saying that she wished that she had)
Fortunately for Ari, she wasn’t the only one suffering. Even angels like Marche were having a tough time with their exams. (Even they wondered how hard it would honestly be to just cheat once!)
It just seemed like exams were taking their toll on everyone. From Kyr in Japanese History to Hikari in Origins of Angels, everyone was suffering. Maybe a life lesson could be obtained from this: if one wants to act his or her exams, maybe one should start studying about a week before the exam.
Daisuke had been the only one to have learned this the hard way. Every time Professor Takahashi passed him in the halls, he was busy studying out of his textbooks and binders. The brunet softly smiled. At least Dai was one of the few who actually bothered to study during school hours by himself.
Yet, it was obvious that while no one really liked exams, they had to be done. Shawn gave up on even getting a decent grade – he didn’t speak Japanese well anyhow – so he was simply studying what he knew he could ace: the practical exams.
“Good luck, Shawn-san,” Hikari whispered beside him.
Shawn grinned. “Thanks, Hikari.” He then returned to his books, letting them take him away to what every member of the Star Six called ‘the most boring world in existence’.
Who could blame them?
Exams soon ended. The final day, the school echoed so loudly with cheer that all of the teachers could have sworn that the students had never cheered for anything before in their lives.
“How do you think you did,” Kyr asked Daisuke. “I think I did moderately well.”
Daisuke shrugged, leaning against the wall. “I guess I did fine.” He paused, looking back at the doors. “… I wonder when the others are going to come.”
“Knowing them,” Kyr looked thoughtful. “Give it another minute. You know that Shawn and Minoru-san are going back to the States after the summer, so they probably want to say good-bye to everyone.”
“Yeah, but that’s not a good excuse for the others.”
“Like I said… give it a minute.”
Dai sighed. Of course he had to wait; they were his friends. And it was summer, after all – you probably weren’t going to see these people for another two and a half months.
And then they came bounding out the door. Pencil cases in hand, it was Ari first who attacked the two boys with hugs. Dai spun his arms around nervously, keeping one foot just above the ground…
THUD.
“Oh, wow,” Minoru laughed as he came over. “Is that what they call the Shinga special?”
Kyr shrugged; Shawn’s face was beet-red as he appeared beside the blond.
“Um…. Minoru? Were Shikari and Daisuke dating?”
Both of them immediately stood up, brushing the dust and sudden grime off their bodies. “Of course not,” Daisuke answered for them. “She knocked me down in a hug. What else could that have been?”
Hikari giggled; Shawn shrugged as he replied, “Beats me. It just looked way awkward.”
Silence seeped between them, nuzzling itself nicely between everyone’s fingers and closing their mouths shut. For a while, everyone looked at each other; the wind and chattering students could be easily heard nearby.
“So, um…” Daisuke began, looking away. “This is the end of the school year. And officially, the end of the Star Six.”
“But I don’t want it to end,” Shawn immediately blurted out. “I had so much fun with you guys! And come on… it was great! Can’t we do something over the summer?”
“I don’t know,” Minoru butted in. “I’m doing stuff with the Revivals this summer – it might be busy to squeeze some time in with it all.”
Ari pouted. “You Americans and your overscheduled summers. Don’t you ever give yourselves downtime?”
“Nope,” Minoru grinned.
Daisuke found himself oddly laughing. Despite the solemn occasion – their parting, perhaps forever? – they still managed to make him laugh.
“I don’t want it to end, really,” Hikari quietly murmured. Everyone looked at her as she clasped her hands together, continuing, “It was an amazing year. And Professor Takahashi had a good, successful experiment. Who knew that the six of us would end up being as close as we were?”
Shawn and Minoru exchanged glances, slowly nodding at each other.
“Then… let’s come back here and do something next week,” Minoru suggested with a smile. “A formal farewell dinner.”
Kyr shrugged. “Sounds fine by me. I’m not doing much this summer, anyhow.”
“Then,” Daisuke confirmed, “Are we in?”
“Yeah,” Everyone else replied in unison. They blinked, then pointed and laughed at each other (“Man, we still have it?” – “I thought we always had it, Ari! You were just too blind to see it!”)
They set the date on their calendars, exchanged numbers on their cell phones, and hugged each other one last time before saying good-bye.
Thankfully, Kyr mused as they all parted ways, they would meet again next Friday night at the local Thai restaurant. That was something to look forward to, at the very least.
*
Teachers had in-service for one more week. Professor Takahashi knew it from the very beginning of the semester when he agreed to teach this course to a bunch of middle-schoolers.
Most of his colleagues had commented about his odd arrival. He couldn’t blame them – here was a new teacher from left wing, completely new to the world of schools and learning, and he was supposed to be some sort of genius? Since he was new, he wouldn’t have to chaperone any field trips until next year. (Thank the heavens)
It was just… odd. He had never been a teacher before; he wasn’t even sure he could teach people he related to so well. The kids weren’t lying when they said that the Professor was like one of them; he was young enough to understand their predicaments and give them advice if they asked.
Then there was Shikari Shinga. She knew him well, even before he became a teacher. If one looked closely at his desk, there was even a picture of her tucked in his books.
“My, My, Professor. Aren’t you working hard?”
He looked up at the newcomer. “Good evening, Professor Kajiwara.”
“Still as formal as ever, I see,” Kajiwara replied, placing one hand on his hip. Smiling at his colleague, he looked down at the photo in his hand. Blinking, he asked, “So, that’s a photo of Miss Shinga?”
He slowly nodded. “Yes. Why do you ask?”
“There’s a boy standing next to her… he looks a lot like you, don’t you think? I believe he’s a student at this school as well.”
“He’s a relative of hers,” The words came out of his mouth. And judging from the surprised stare Kajiwara gave him, they were probably ones he shouldn’t have said. Looking away, Takaishi added, “… She told me so when she gave me the photo.”
Kajiwara grinned. “It’s nice to have relationships like that, Takahashi Ren. It’s always good to foster and encourage them.”
Turning away towards the door, he looked back at Ren one last time. “So, tell me, Takaishi. Who’d she say the boy was?”
A brief moment of silence followed his question. Ren oddly smiled as he tucked the photo, saying, “… She called him her brother.”
Kajiwara snorted. “Good for her.”
Punching the door’s frame with a fire blast, he walked out the door. Professor Takahashi sighed, turning his attention back to his papers as he quelled the new-found flames.
“Looks like I’m going to have to pay for repairs again, aren’t I?”
Title: Ch 12: And So We Part Ways
Summary: We'll see each other one last time before we leave, right? We have to!
Claimer: Again, all mine. I don't know what you guys would want to do with these people, but... let me have them, okay?
Exams. While they were rough depending on what grade you were in (or maybe they were just rough in general), they were generally the bane of any school child’s existence.
Unfortunately, the Star Six fell under this category.
Ari found it especially annoying that the exchange student, Francis, didn’t know any Japanese without that translation watch of his, yet he was acing every single one of his exams.
Oh, she didn’t mean that he was just acing the practicals. That was a given – there just couldn’t be language barriers in exams that showcased how you performed spells and created medicine.
Nope. He was acing Japanese exams. You know… exams that everyone expected him to get an 18 on? Yeah. He was doing just fine on it.
And that irritated her. He just had to be cheating. She’d gotten the angels on his case.
They came back to her in an hour – and nope, he wasn’t cheating. Translation devices were perfectly acceptable. (Especially since on Japanese exams, there was just some things that couldn’t be translated)
She, understandably, was furious.
“Why don’t you study,” The professor had suggested to her.
Ari glared. “What did you just say?”
The professor refused to give her advice for the rest of the semester.
Not that it mattered to Ari, anyhow: she never did listen to his advice. (Though she was quoted later as saying that she wished that she had)
Fortunately for Ari, she wasn’t the only one suffering. Even angels like Marche were having a tough time with their exams. (Even they wondered how hard it would honestly be to just cheat once!)
It just seemed like exams were taking their toll on everyone. From Kyr in Japanese History to Hikari in Origins of Angels, everyone was suffering. Maybe a life lesson could be obtained from this: if one wants to act his or her exams, maybe one should start studying about a week before the exam.
Daisuke had been the only one to have learned this the hard way. Every time Professor Takahashi passed him in the halls, he was busy studying out of his textbooks and binders. The brunet softly smiled. At least Dai was one of the few who actually bothered to study during school hours by himself.
Yet, it was obvious that while no one really liked exams, they had to be done. Shawn gave up on even getting a decent grade – he didn’t speak Japanese well anyhow – so he was simply studying what he knew he could ace: the practical exams.
“Good luck, Shawn-san,” Hikari whispered beside him.
Shawn grinned. “Thanks, Hikari.” He then returned to his books, letting them take him away to what every member of the Star Six called ‘the most boring world in existence’.
Who could blame them?
Exams soon ended. The final day, the school echoed so loudly with cheer that all of the teachers could have sworn that the students had never cheered for anything before in their lives.
“How do you think you did,” Kyr asked Daisuke. “I think I did moderately well.”
Daisuke shrugged, leaning against the wall. “I guess I did fine.” He paused, looking back at the doors. “… I wonder when the others are going to come.”
“Knowing them,” Kyr looked thoughtful. “Give it another minute. You know that Shawn and Minoru-san are going back to the States after the summer, so they probably want to say good-bye to everyone.”
“Yeah, but that’s not a good excuse for the others.”
“Like I said… give it a minute.”
Dai sighed. Of course he had to wait; they were his friends. And it was summer, after all – you probably weren’t going to see these people for another two and a half months.
And then they came bounding out the door. Pencil cases in hand, it was Ari first who attacked the two boys with hugs. Dai spun his arms around nervously, keeping one foot just above the ground…
THUD.
“Oh, wow,” Minoru laughed as he came over. “Is that what they call the Shinga special?”
Kyr shrugged; Shawn’s face was beet-red as he appeared beside the blond.
“Um…. Minoru? Were Shikari and Daisuke dating?”
Both of them immediately stood up, brushing the dust and sudden grime off their bodies. “Of course not,” Daisuke answered for them. “She knocked me down in a hug. What else could that have been?”
Hikari giggled; Shawn shrugged as he replied, “Beats me. It just looked way awkward.”
Silence seeped between them, nuzzling itself nicely between everyone’s fingers and closing their mouths shut. For a while, everyone looked at each other; the wind and chattering students could be easily heard nearby.
“So, um…” Daisuke began, looking away. “This is the end of the school year. And officially, the end of the Star Six.”
“But I don’t want it to end,” Shawn immediately blurted out. “I had so much fun with you guys! And come on… it was great! Can’t we do something over the summer?”
“I don’t know,” Minoru butted in. “I’m doing stuff with the Revivals this summer – it might be busy to squeeze some time in with it all.”
Ari pouted. “You Americans and your overscheduled summers. Don’t you ever give yourselves downtime?”
“Nope,” Minoru grinned.
Daisuke found himself oddly laughing. Despite the solemn occasion – their parting, perhaps forever? – they still managed to make him laugh.
“I don’t want it to end, really,” Hikari quietly murmured. Everyone looked at her as she clasped her hands together, continuing, “It was an amazing year. And Professor Takahashi had a good, successful experiment. Who knew that the six of us would end up being as close as we were?”
Shawn and Minoru exchanged glances, slowly nodding at each other.
“Then… let’s come back here and do something next week,” Minoru suggested with a smile. “A formal farewell dinner.”
Kyr shrugged. “Sounds fine by me. I’m not doing much this summer, anyhow.”
“Then,” Daisuke confirmed, “Are we in?”
“Yeah,” Everyone else replied in unison. They blinked, then pointed and laughed at each other (“Man, we still have it?” – “I thought we always had it, Ari! You were just too blind to see it!”)
They set the date on their calendars, exchanged numbers on their cell phones, and hugged each other one last time before saying good-bye.
Thankfully, Kyr mused as they all parted ways, they would meet again next Friday night at the local Thai restaurant. That was something to look forward to, at the very least.
Teachers had in-service for one more week. Professor Takahashi knew it from the very beginning of the semester when he agreed to teach this course to a bunch of middle-schoolers.
Most of his colleagues had commented about his odd arrival. He couldn’t blame them – here was a new teacher from left wing, completely new to the world of schools and learning, and he was supposed to be some sort of genius? Since he was new, he wouldn’t have to chaperone any field trips until next year. (Thank the heavens)
It was just… odd. He had never been a teacher before; he wasn’t even sure he could teach people he related to so well. The kids weren’t lying when they said that the Professor was like one of them; he was young enough to understand their predicaments and give them advice if they asked.
Then there was Shikari Shinga. She knew him well, even before he became a teacher. If one looked closely at his desk, there was even a picture of her tucked in his books.
“My, My, Professor. Aren’t you working hard?”
He looked up at the newcomer. “Good evening, Professor Kajiwara.”
“Still as formal as ever, I see,” Kajiwara replied, placing one hand on his hip. Smiling at his colleague, he looked down at the photo in his hand. Blinking, he asked, “So, that’s a photo of Miss Shinga?”
He slowly nodded. “Yes. Why do you ask?”
“There’s a boy standing next to her… he looks a lot like you, don’t you think? I believe he’s a student at this school as well.”
“He’s a relative of hers,” The words came out of his mouth. And judging from the surprised stare Kajiwara gave him, they were probably ones he shouldn’t have said. Looking away, Takaishi added, “… She told me so when she gave me the photo.”
Kajiwara grinned. “It’s nice to have relationships like that, Takahashi Ren. It’s always good to foster and encourage them.”
Turning away towards the door, he looked back at Ren one last time. “So, tell me, Takaishi. Who’d she say the boy was?”
A brief moment of silence followed his question. Ren oddly smiled as he tucked the photo, saying, “… She called him her brother.”
Kajiwara snorted. “Good for her.”
Punching the door’s frame with a fire blast, he walked out the door. Professor Takahashi sighed, turning his attention back to his papers as he quelled the new-found flames.
“Looks like I’m going to have to pay for repairs again, aren’t I?”