Memory Lane [Already Busukan]

1 - New Student

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The window of the room whose curtains were wide open showed the blue sky this morning. A pastel room, of course, depicts the feminine side of the room owner, located on the second floor of an elite house. There was only a shelf full of books in the corner, a single-type mattress in the middle, a hairy beige carpet with a table facing the television, and some other furniture. The single mirror near the study table appears to reflect the figure of a girl in uniform.

She was wearing an old grey-rimmed skirt, a maroon-red blazer, as well as a white shirt as the inside. His two flickers seemed busy tidying the tie behind his shirt collar. The length of his hair was left uncluttered without any additional accessories on the head. Immediately after making sure his appearance was neat, he immediately snatched his shoulder bag on the chair. It disappears when the door is closed. The nameplate hung in front of the ivory white door, bearing the letter kanji.

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"Is your sleep good?" The voice of a woman greeted the appearance of the girl in the dining room connected to the kitchen pantry. The girl said, "thank you kaa-san." When the four-headed woman who was a mother put a glass of milk in front of her, who was now sitting on the dining chair.

"You should bring your bentom. Don't forget to take your vitamins." Shimizu Mio names her mother, while preparing the contents of the bento on the pantry table. "Sure, kaa-san."

"Do you remember your new school address?" There was a heavy voice full of authority, coming from the figure of a middle-aged man who was seen walking towards the dining table, while buttoning his shirt sleeves. He then sat across from Kurumi. "I didn't forget, Dad. I only stayed for three years abroad, but it didn't make me forget my birthplace" he replied, shaking lightly.

"good. Then don't need to be delivered?" This time, a young man interrupted their conversation. He appeared to be wearing a cream-colored high neck that was wrapped in a black velvet blazer. Her hair was jet black, her forehead covered in bangs framing her beautiful face. Ryu joins the dining table for breakfast, pulling a chair next to the youngest Shimizu.

Kurumi nodded confidently. "I'd like to take the public bus, brother. I really miss the atmosphere in Japan" he told the five-year-old man next door, squirting fish onto his plate. Ryu is Kurumi's older brother who is now busy in college and helping their father's company.

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Riding a public bus during business hours is risky to be ready to cram. Especially in a metropolitan city like Tokyo. Kurumi held on to the handrail hangers overhead. At that time his gaze caught the logo on the maroon alamater jacket left chest in front of him, exactly the same as the school logo. And so is his uniform. Her pants were long dark gray, just like the color of her skirt.

Then, Kurumi slowly raised her focus, and a pair of brown eyeballs clashed with her. The man's face lowered and his bangs fell. A few seconds they were glued before Kurumi cut off contact first due to feeling nervous when the mind recognized the man's good looks.

While elsewhere, Rione put on her school suit by putting both arms together while standing in front of a mirror. Tighten the knot tie then take a bag and leave the room minimalist style but impressed manly, and, with a number of sports objects such as basketballs stored on the corner shelves of the room as well as some posters of basketball athletes as well as glass charters adorned the walls.

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After the bus stopped at the stop, and Kurumi jumped down, it appeared that other children in similar uniforms were walking in the same direction and then entering through the gate. At that moment, a black sedan car stopped its speed not far from the side of the gate. A young man in his uniform came out when the back door was opened by the driver. The formally dressed man bowed his body respectfully, ushering the young man who stepped proudly into the school environment.

On the other hand, Kagamine Shion is the name of a young man who met Kurumi in the bus, now walking slowly two meters behind him. Staring at Kurumi's back with an indecipherable highlight.

When that confusion wracked Kurumi's mind. He did not forget the location of his new school, but the exception for the teacher room he had to visit in order to know his classroom. One of the people around was also the target of Kurumi's question.

"Anoo, do you know where the teacher's room is?" ask a female student. "Guru's room? Let me take you." Kurumi who got a friendly answer from this short-haired girl in the ear was immediately excited. "really? Thanks!"

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"Consider everything. We have new students. Please go to Shimizu-san!" matsumoto sensei's orders are welcome. A second later Kurumi's figure appeared and became the center of view of all students in the class. "Please introduce yourself" said the male teacher known to teach history.

"Hajimemashite! Shimizu Kurumi desu. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu!" A charming smile carved Kurumi's lips looked at the entire class. The feeling is beaming like the sun in the summer because it will get new friends and the atmosphere of being a schoolgirl in Japan again. Kurumi had imagined other fun things with new friends later as she dreamed.

"Well, for those of you who want to ask Kurumi-san, it can be after this lesson is over. Now, you sit in the back seat." Matsumoto's immediate notice of Kurumi, who was standing in front of the class, has now pulled a step closer to the empty table by the window.

"We started this morning! Go to page fifty-five!"

Kurumi who just landed her butt as a new student, immediately felt gamam in the seat because she did not have a printed book like them. But he could not stand by without trying, though hesitantly teasing a bespectacled young man who was opposite his right to ask to share a book. "May I see your book?" Kurumi asked in a whispering voice once it managed to make the young man turn his face towards her. The young man who understood the language of Kurumi's lips responded by sliding the book to the side of the table. Kurumi immediately pulled the table and chair slowly clinging to the young man's desk.

"You form a group, each with three members for the task next week. My lesson today is over. Bye bye!" The children seemed to start discussing finding a group of friends after the death of the teacher from the classroom and a subtle buzz was heard in the room containing about thirty of these students. Kurumi gave her lips as she swept her gaze across the crowded classroom. Where should he start to get a group? Until then his glowing iris was anchored to the young man beside him.

He had not heard his voice since. Even the man who appeared to have a serious expression seemed uninterested in this crowd other than just sitting down. "Anoo, have you been-" Kurumi's question is not resumed when there is the voice of a girl greeting between them. "Hey. We meet again" he said. Visually looking at the look of the girl in front who was then recorded in that brain, quickly made Kurumi's facial lines dumbfounded from her rounded eyes and open mouth recognize her so much.

"Aren't you the one who took me to the teacher's room?" guess Kurumi though a little skeptical. But the girl immediately nodded strongly. "I'm Sawaguchi Risa." He introduced himself with a radiance of hospitality on his face.

"Do you want a group with me?" Risa's laughter. "Can? I want!"

"Ken, are you in my group too?" Risa said it while glancing her gaze at the glasses guy. For a moment the man called Ken closed his eyes while sighing lightly. "As far as you go" he later said.

Kurumi looked at the man. "I'm sorry if I'm wrong. Are you Kentaro, Miura Kentaro?" said Kurumi felt familiar when observing it more closely. This made him think of someone named Miura Kentaro.

"You still recognize me?" This time the man turned his stiff face to look at Kurumi.

"God! So right? How could I forget my little friend? That white bear doll dressed in karate must be your lucky thing, right?" The object that Kurumi spoke was seen on the table. "I was hesitant at first because you've grown differently than when you were a child" he added, then giggled slightly while covering his mouth, then continued, "but Ken, it's still Ken who used to be."

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"Kurumi, do you know that the results of the poll of the most handsome boy in one school have come out?" ask Risa. Both of his hands were busy. One holds a chopstick and the other holds a cell phone.

The blue sky seemed to feel close above the heads of those who were sitting on the roof of the school facing the fence, so the field became a view of their lunch. While a piece of wall under the guardrail it becomes where their bento is placed.

"Cowok's handsome?" Kurumi parroted in wonder. "There really is such a thing?" He doesn't believe.

"There certainly is! Last year Rui was at the top of the rankings. But he shifted down at number two after Ren."

"I don't understand, who are they?" kurumi asked as she tidied up her cutlery and took out a sketchbook into her lap along with a pencil.

"Rui, Hanamiya Rui, he's a new actor and model. Ren, his name is Mikazuki Ren, is the chairman of our OSIS. He's the sole heir to the conglomerate. The school also belongs to her family" explained Risa with a bright look before putting sushi in her mouth.

"Wow. How many candidates are there?" Polished the white sheet in the book with a rough scribble of his pencil movements.

"Six guys." Risa's voice sounded a bit unclear because she was munching on her food. But he turned his face to the side and saw Kurumi looking diligently drawing something in her book. "Do you like to draw?" Think of Kurumi lightly as the answer to her question.

"I want to draw the scenery that looks from here." Suddenly Kurumi stops with her activities, closing the book. He remembered something about - having a good relationship with a new friend. "So you said that Rui and Ren are in the category of handsome guys right? Do you like them both?" One of them is to show your interest in the topic of conversation with him! Benak Kurumi reminded. He almost did his usual thing; cuey while sketching.

Hey, Kurumi knows that making friends with new people must certainly show hospitality and then must be able to keep up with their conversations. Some of these things are about socializing and fast tips to get along with new friends who have been learned while in school in America. Because he himself is a rather difficult person to interact with.

"Mmm, no. I like Natsume Senpai. He's the captain of the basketball team. He is a very friendly and kind person. I like his personality like that. I'll go to the toilet first." Risa rushed away.

"Rui... Ren. I'm not going to get involved with them by being a fan. I just want to live the rest of my year and a half in peace and quiet" he murmured.

At that moment a few steps of shoes approached and they stopped in front of Kurumi's back who had not realized the arrival of others on the roof.

"You are brave too..."

The sound of someone coming from behind made Kurumi's shoulder jerk in shock and turned to the source of the voice. Raising his gaze upwards, it appeared that the shirt was taken out of his pants, an unbuttoned suit. Next to her hand was stuffed into her pants pocket. Unkempt tied tie with top two buttons open. A cigarette tucked in his lips. Patterned black bandanas adorned the student's head.

"Don't know if students aren't allowed into the attic?" said.

"Are you lying? Why didn't my friend say anything about this?" Kurumi got up and seemed to not want to leave this place before she got a satisfactory answer.

"Are you with your friend now? He left because he didn't want to be caught. As a result you got stuck here and got caught by me," said the student in the middle who is believed to be the leader.

Hearing her words made Kurumi pause for a moment to think. "I just moved to school here, so I don't know yet. I'm coming down, right away" Kurumi said, quickly picking up their bento. "Wait!" hold the thick-bodied young man against the road so that Kurumi's steps automatically stop.

"Good yourself to the attic, if the school knows, you must be scolded right?" the young man in the middle. "If you're willing to pay for the cover-up fee, we don't think we'll see it."

Hugging the sketch, Kurumi said, "how much will it cost?"

"Not much. Just three hundred thousand yen."

"That much?!" screeched in a tone of disbelief, hearing the number of figures that exceeded the teacher's salary. Even the allowance Kurumi's parents gave her today was not enough to pay for it.

"Three hundred had already eliminated a penalty, and it was already very cheap. Remember, if you're caught breaking in this Oukirin, be prepared to be expelled." The student snorted while swinging his hand. "But many children want to be students here," he said as the black tip of his cigarette butt was emphasized in Kurumi's sketchbook.

"But I don't have that kind of money." Kurumi looked at her shoes, silently holding back her wrath at her actions that littered her beloved book.

"No problem, can be repaid. But..." Instantly the dyed sketchbook is grabbed, and Kurumi is shocked by it. "It can be mortgaged" said the tall thin man who spoke next to the gang leader. Kurumi who did not accept it, immediately grabbed it back, then hugged it tighter as if this thing was very precious.

Then, with both hands in the pants pocket, the man in the middle brought his face closer in front of Kurumi who slightly rewinded her head. He stared fixedly at Kurumi's pair of eyes. "I'm interested in you. How about just being my girlfriend?" he grins.

"It's a storm... Can't you guys just let me take a quiet nap?" The voice of a man diverted their conversation. They, especially the three delinquents were startled at a glance, and instantly twisted the body to the origin of the sound behind them. "Who's there?!" he looked at the roof above the entrance.

They can only see it when the person wakes up while stretching his muscles accompanied by a wide yawning sound.

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