Day One (3) Midori !!LjZJWxAGZm 2014/08/12 (Tue) 05:00 No. 181392 ▼ File 140781964444.jpg - (243.79KB, 850x1063 , Reimu Serafuku.jpg)
You bow low; she is, after all, your senpai. "Pleased to meet you as well, Miss Izayoi," you greet, raising up. "My name is Ryu Kirisame. I'm Marisa's cousin, but I guess that's obvious."
"You look more like siblings," smiles the older girl. "Interesting..." she walks up to you, as if inspecting your face. You raise an eyebrow, curious, as the silver haired girl walks around you. She's about half a head shorter than you, you estimate, and her posture is perfect as she does her thing. When she finishes, she nods, as if satisfied, and faces the two of you. "You're cute," she decides. You feel your face flush slightly as Sakuya smiles. Behind the three of you, the window rolls down and an older woman who looks much like Sakuya pokes her head out.
"Sakuya, love, we need to get going!" she calls out clearly.
"Coming, mother!" Sakuya answers. She looks at the two of you. "It's been a pleasure. I hope to see you in school sometime!" Sakuya waves, backstepping from you and getting in the car. She waves at you and Marisa as they drive away, and you return it warmly. She seems like a nice girl anyway. And she called you cute! And she's a senpai! You shake your head and recollect yourself. Marisa grabs your arm again and the two of you take off, walking quietly toward the incline that leads to Gensokyo High School. It's a decently sized thing, three stories tall and long. As you understand it, there are more classrooms than there are classes, so many of them have been converted into clubrooms and the like. There's only something like two hundred students or something like that, you don't remember the exact details.
Marisa suddenly gets excited and lets go of you, running up to join with a dark-headed girl. The two chat for a bit, Marisa excited as usual and the girl looking grumpy, before she turns to wave at you. You jog up to the two girls, slowing to a walk next to the blonde. "Ryu, this is Reimu Hakurei, my best friend I told you about!"
"Hello," you greet.
"...hey," grumbles the girl. Clearly, she's not a morning person. Finally, someone around here who's normal! "You get to live with Marisa? I'm sorry."
"Oi, what's that s'posed to mean?!" Marisa shouts. Reimu winces at her friend's loudness. "Oh, come on Reimu! I'm not that bad to live with!"
"Last time I checked, you couldn't find your futon," quips the black-headed girl. "Which admittedly is a step up from when you couldn't find your couch. In your own room."
"Sh-shut it," Marisa stutters. She looks at you. "My room isn't nearly as bad as she's making it out to be!"
"Mm," you nod. Best stay out of it. Reimu steps in front of you, turning around and walking backwards. She looks thoughtful, as if remembering, then nods.
"You should be careful if you have to walk in there," she tells you. "Marisa has a habit of lying around in her underwear in her room cause she usually can't find her clothes," Marisa blushes slightly. "Sometimes she can't even find that and lies around naked, too. Since you're cousins, that might be weird," Marisa's blush gets darker. She lets go of you and takes a giant step sideways. Reimu grins and continues. "You should also know that she has a crush on Margatroid in the grade above us. Sometimes when she sleeps at night-"
"That's enough!" Marisa is so red faced she resembles an apple. "Quit teasing, Reimu!" The miko looks at her friend, completely serious-faced.
"I'm not kidding, though," she says, turning around. "I just tell the honest truth," you look off to the side in order to stifle a grin. This one is something else.
"You're tactless is what you are!" Marisa shouts. "Ryu doesn't need to know my living habits!"
"Yeah, except you live with him now," Reimu points out. She looks over her shoulder at you. "Don't be lewd, Kirisame. Marisa might get the wrong idea. She plays too many dating sims."
"They're all borrowed from you!" Cries out the blonde. Reimu just giggles and walks a bit faster, leaving the two of you behind. "Fine, I'm not giving them back either!"
"Keep them till you die!" Reimu calls back, clearly amused. As she heads up the hill a bit faster, you look over at Marisa, a grin on your face as her blush slowly fades.
"So, dating sims, huh?" you ask, a bit of tease in your voice.
"Sh-shut up, okay?!" Marisa looks down. "It was just for fun! I don't take it that seriously or nothin..." You just sigh and put an arm around her.
"It's okay," you tell her. "She seemed like she was just messing with you."
"She's always like that," Marisa replies. "She has no tact whatsoever but... I guess what's why I like her so much, you know" she's honest, and really she's sweet when you get to know her. She just throws up that wall of being... well, kind of a bitch, I'll be honest," she points at you. "Don't tell her I said that."
"My lips are sealed," you say honestly. Marisa smiles and pulls your arm off of her to hold onto it again. "...you really like walking this way, don't you?"
"Yeah... I dunno," Marisa shrugs. "You make me feel comfortable, yanno?" You smile at her.
"Sure, I don't mind as long as you don't," and it's true. You've rarely ever felt like someone liked you, or was comfortable around you. Even your own parents came across as standoffish, so it's nice to have someone actually latch on to you. The conversation falls silent as you crest the hill and get the school view in full, and you see as boys and girls from all directions file in toward the front door. A sign out front reads "Opening ceremonies!" in bold kanji, and you stiffen a bit. All these people, none of which you've ever met before, and now many of them are going to be a part of your life for the next few years. You secretly hope you'll make a lot of friends, but of course you're not gonna tell Marisa that; she might poke fun at you, especially since you've done it so much to her.
Either way, you enter the front door, walking to the shoe lockers and changing out. Marisa walks off to the other side and starts talking to a taller blonde girl, one about your height, leaving you alone. As you change shoes, you feel a presence behind you. You look over your shoulder to see a pale girl with, oddly enough, green hair and blue eyes. "Hello~" she says wistfully. "You look like Mah-ri-sa~"
"Yeah, I've heard," you say, though not unkindly. You finish tying your shoe and stand up, seeing that the girl is about Marisa's height, but much... frailer somehow. She looks positively ghostly. "And who might you be?"
"Me? I'm Ko-i-shi~" replies the girl. "Ko-mei-ji Ko-i-shi... I'm A-1~!" ...well. She certainly has a unique way of talking, that's for sure. You smile and take the girl's outstretched hand. "My sister is Sa-to-ri!" Why does she enunciate names like that? It's odd. "I'm pleased to meet you!"
"My name is Ryu," you tell her. Koishi giggles. "Uh, Kirisame."
"Ree-yu," she sings. "Ree-yu! Ry-u!" She giggles again.
"Koishi, come on!" You hear a voice from the hallway. A slightly older girl who looks much like her sister - only with pinkish hair and eyes - waves. Koishi waves back and walks away, totally forgetting about you... if but for a second. She turns and waves.
"Good bye, Ry-u!" She calls. You wave. "Call me Ko-i-shi!"
"Sure thing, Koishi," you nod. She runs off to join the other one, and Marisa walks up with you, another girl in tow.
"Met Komeiji, I see," she quips. "Koishi's sweet. I think she's a little off, though."
"Marisa," the other girl's voice is scolding. "How rude."
"I don't mean she's, like, impaired or anything!" Marisa argues. "I'm just saying, she's not all there. Oh, Ryu, this is Alice Margatroid. She's from America, like you, though she's been here quite a bit longer."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance," Alice bows. "My, you do look much like Marisa," something tells you that's going to get old quick. "Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Ah, New York," you answer. "How about you, Miss Margatroid?"
"Oh, please, no honorifics," she replies. Her English is accented, though not by much. You detect a bit of a... drawl, to her accent? "I grew up in Virginia, myself, near Richmond. I just moved here to Gensokyo a few years ago with my mother. She wanted to return to her home," her smile is... muted, but cute. "My Japanese isn't perfect, so you'll excuse me if I speak English to you?"
"Ah, it's not a problem," you wave it off. "I'm still pretty horrid at Japanese myself," Alice laughs at that, and the three of you walk together to the theater room, letting Alice in on why you're here and living with Marisa. To her credit, the shorter blonde doesn't interject, instead listening intently. Upon questioning, you discover that Marisa's English isn't that great, and the two originally met when Alice tried to teach her. They've grown close, and although Marisa can speak the language effectively enough, she still has troubles reading it. You think to yourself that you could help with that, but haven't decided whether or not to approach her yet.
There are only a few spots left in the theater to sit, and all of them are single seats. Marisa makes a whining sound, but drops it when she see that Reimu has conveniently placed her satchel - and her feet - in an adjacent seat. She gives you and Alice a wave and runs off, joining her friend halfway through the theather. Alice bids you farewell and joins up with a friend of hers - a girl with purple hair and glasses, face stuffed into a book - and leaves you alone. There are three seats you can easily see from here.
The first one has a girl about your age. Also blonde, elfin-looking ears, and when she looks around, you can see bright green eyes. The second seat is next to a girl with greenish hair and eyes, very tall and slim, smiling and talking to a boy on the opposite side. Finally, the third seat is down toward the front, where another purple-haired girl looks around curiously.
[ ] Blonde
[ ] Green
[ ] Purple
