Chương 3: Chapter 2: Shujin Academy
(Marinette's pov)
I was so excited! I was skipping to school in the rain, holding my pink umbrella aloft. I hummed a random tune as I went. I wore the Shujin academy uniform with my hair done up in a high ponytail. I rounded a corner to find my new school waiting for me. I skipped to the front gates with a bright smile on my face. Some students were giving me odd looks, but I didn't care. I stopped at the front gates and looked around at the students milling about in the rain. I looked at my watch and realized that it was almost time for my first-period class. I walked up to the front door and opened it. I looked around and spotted a woman who I guessed was a teacher.
"Excuse me, but are you a teacher?" I asked.
"Yes, I am. Are you one of the new transfer students?" She asked. I nodded, and she smiled.
"That's great! I'm Ms. Kawakami, it's nice to meet you!"
"Thank you, I'm Marinette," I said with a smile.
"Ok, umm, Makoto!" Ms. Kawakamil called a female student over.
"What is it, miss?" Makoto asked.
"This is one of the new transfer students, mind showing her around?" Ms. Kawakami asked.
"Sure," Makoto answered. Makoto turned to me and introduced herself. I did the same, and she showed me around the school. I told her at the beginning that my Japanese might be pour, but she just shrugged it off and said that it was ok.
I was told at the end of my tour that there was another transfer student was arriving today. 'Cool! Another new friend!' I thought. Though, I didn't see him till the fifth-period. I heard throughout the day that he apparently has a criminal record. Which I thought was weird, can a sixteen-year-old even have a criminal record? (A/n: Both Mari and Akira are 16) When I asked why and how he got a criminal record, I got vague answers, which kind of infuriated me. I wanted answers, so I decided to get them from the man in question!
When he showed up for the fifth-period, I was excited. He walked towards his seat, which was right in front of mine. When he was close, I smiled and waved at him. He looked confused, which I couldn't blame him for. I simply giggled and gestured to the seat in front of me. He sat down after giving me another odd look. In the middle of the lesson, the teacher was saying something, and the boy wasn't paying attention. I decided to be helpful and poked him in the back. He looked around at me, and I just pointed to the front. The teacher threw a stick of chalk at him to get his attention following me pointed to the front of the class. With cat-like reflexes, the boy caught the chalk. Everyone looked shocked, except me, who smiled and gave the boy in front of me a thumbs up.
After class, I caught up with him in the halls.
"Hi!" I greeted him.
"Hello?" He responded.
"I never caught your name, what is it?" I asked.
"It's Akira Kurusu," He answered.
"Ok, Akira-chan, I'm Marinette, we have some time before our next class, why don't we get to know each other?" I suggested. He looked confused.
"Why?" He asked.
"I'm curious about you, I want to see if any of the rumors I've been hearing are true!" I answered sweetly. He looked at me, then smiled.
"Alright, lets head to that bench over there." He pointed to a bench that we were approaching. After we sat down, I asked him the question that had been really bothering me.
"How did you get a criminal record?" He sighed and started to explain.
"It was late at night, I was walking home from a friends house when I heard a ruckus. A drunk guy was harassing a woman, I decided to step in. Turns out that drunk guy was a big-shot politician, he sued me for assault, when in reality, I just pushed him away from the woman. Now, I'm here, punished for doing what I thought was right."
When he finished his story, I was pissed. This innocent guy, who was really friendly and polite, was going through hell because a lousy politician didn't want any dirt on his name! I stood up and turned to Akira.
"Well, I doubt we can do anything about the past, but we can always write the future! Starting today, I'm your new friend here at Shujin academy!" I said while extending my hand to him. He made eye-contact with me, smiled, and took my outstretched hand. We walked to our next class, talking, laughing, and ignoring the students around us who were staring and whispering.
(Time skip! Brought to you by Bridgette's bloody revenge! Bridgette put down that knife!)
When school ended, I went to looking for Akira. I wanted to walk him home. I wanted to know more about him. I found him with another boy behind the school, is he making more friends? I walked up behind Akira and tapped him on the shoulder. He whipped around in surprise.
"Mari-san?!" He said.
"Hey, Akira-chan! Who is this?" I asked, pointing to the blonde boy who looked equally surprised.
"This is a friend of mine, Sakamoto Ryuji. We met this morning on the way to school." Akira explained. I looked Ryuji up and down. He looked like your stereotypical delinquent/bully. But as they say, you can't judge a book by its cover!
I put out my hand in a handshake and smiled at the boy.
"Hi, Ryuji-kun! I'm Marinette! I hope we can be friends!" I said to the blonde. Ryuji looked confused, but he smiled and shook my hand. Then, I remembered that they were whispering earlier.
"By the way, What were you two talking about earlier?" I asked. The two boys froze. Ok, now I'm curious!
"It was... uh... boy stuff, Mari-san!" Ryuji said nervously. I gave him a 'are you serious?' look, then Akira cut in.
"It's private, Mari-chan," He said.
"Well, ok, if you insist." I sighed.
"I was wondering if we could walk home together?" I added, remembering the reason why I was looking for Akira, to begin with.
"That would be nice, but I have to take the train to get back home." He said.
"Oh, that's ok! My apartment is on the way to the train station!" I said. I turned to Ryuji.
"Want to come with?" I offered.
"Sure!" He said. As we walked home, my new friends and I talked about things that interested us. I spoke about my french and Chinese heritage, Akira talked about books he liked, and Ryuji blabbered all about his favorite ramen and beef bowl restaurants. When we reached my apartment building, we bid our farewells.
"It was nice talking to you guys!" I said.
"No problem! See you tomorrow!" Ryuji said. Akira smiled and waved. I waved goodbye to my two friends and walked inside my apartment complex.
I made my way to my apartment, thinking about the day. I thought about my classes, the school, and the students. I remembered one odd thing to the coach. I think his name was Suguru Kamoshida? I remember walking down the hall to my second-period class, I saw him in the overcrowded hallway with me. We made eye-contact, and the look in his eyes gave me the creeps. I think he was the volleyball team coach? But, I noticed that the members of the volleyball team had bruises! They told me they got the injuries from volleyball practice when I asked them about it. But, that just didn't make any sense! Did they give each other the bruises, or did Kamoshida hurt them? In every way I thought about it, Kamoshida was a bad coach! But it's only my first day, I'm sure I'm overthinking it.
"Save them..."
I whipped around in fright. What was that? I heard a voice whisper behind me in french. Save them? From what? I was so confused! I reached my apartment and made sure to lock the door. The Kwamis greeted me when I entered my room.
"How was your first day of school?" Tiki asked.
"Let me prepare dinner first, then I'll tell you about my day!" I told them.
One cooking montage later!
"-and they even walked with me back here!" I finished. I was eating dinner with the kwamis while telling them about my day.
"I'm glad you are happy at your new school, and I'm happy you made some new friends!" Tiki said.
"But you aren't telling us the whole truth." She added.
"hmm?" I muttered with a full mouth of tuna sushi.
"Sugarcube is right, what are you hiding?" Plagg asked while munching on cheese-flavored chips.
"H-how do you know if I'm hiding anything at all?" I asked in defiance.
"Mari, do I have have to remind you that we are literal gods and Zodiacs?" Wayzz asked.
"Good point... Ok, here's the thing..." I sighed.
"On my way here, while I was thinking about that weird coach I told you guys about, I heard a voice that said: save them."
"What did the voice sound like?" Plagg asked.
"I don't know, I guess I would say it was old fashioned? It sounded noble and brave, but feminine. It was definitely french because it spoke in French." I told them. All the kwamis looked like they were in deep thought.
"Mari, go do your homework. We are going to have a Kwami meeting!" Tiki said. I nodded and headed to my room, knowing better than to interrupt them.
(Tiki's pov)
I looked around at my fellow kwamis. We have seen the universe go through so much, and it is always changing. But we all remember a phenomenon like this, oh how we remember.
"Tiki, do you think Igor is..." Plagg didn't need to finish that sentence. We all knew Igor was playing another game.
"You don't think that he would drag master into this, do you?" Nooroo asked.
"Nooroo, you know Igor. He would do anything to make his games more interesting." Trixxs said.
"You're not wrong Trixx, He is a sly man." Plagg agreed. While the Kwamis talked and debated, I thought hard. Igor knows better than to drag the miraculous into his games. He learned that one the hard way when first started to play these games. But, I knew this isn't like the last few times. Something, rotten, was brewing in Japan. I told my peers my suspicions, and they all fell silent.
I could tell they were concentrating.
"Now that you mention it, I can feel it too!" Pollen said. The other Kwamis agreed that something terribly wrong was afoot.
"I wish we could talk to Igor about this, but that velvet room of his is always moving around!" Plagg growled in frustration.
"I think we should trust Igor," I said. The other kwamis looked incredulous.
"Tiki, is that wise?" Pollen asked.
"It's probably the only thing we can do. We may be gods, but we shouldn't metal in Igor's game. No matter how much we want to." I said with finality. The other Kwamis sighed, knowing better than to fight me. They all retreated to the Miricle box, except for Plagg and me.
"Igor better hope that Mari doesn't get killed in this game of his!" He said.
"Right, sugar cube?" I didn't answer.
"Sugar cube?" He asked, trying to get my attention. I was deep in thought. Akira... That was the name of the boy Mari mentioned. I had sensed mighty cognitive power when Mari came home.
So, Igor. You have found a trickster. I hope he proves up to the task you have in mind for him. But why do you want him to interact with our Marinette?
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