Forbidden Protege

Ch. 1: Moving In (Part 2)

"Oi! Miyuki! I'm going to go swing my bat. Can you check my form?" Kuramochi called to Miyuki as he spotted the boy at the door to his room. Breakfast had just finished.

Miyuki looked down the stairs at him before waving him up saying, "Yeah sure, but it looks like the new kid is here now." Kuramochi climbed the stairs and saw a pile of boxes outside the last door on the second floor. "I was going to say hi. Wanna come?" Miyuki offered, taking his hand off the doorknob to his own room. A smirk made it's way to his lips and he looked inquisitively at Kuramochi through his black frames.

Kuramochi shrugged. "Sure, why not? I wonder what kind of guy he is?" Before Miyuki could say anything else a shout came from the now occupied room.

"Fuck! Goddamn it!" Both boys looked at the other in alarm and confusion before hurrying to the open doorway. Kuramochi made it first and stepped just inside, a question dying on his lips as he saw their new teammate.

In front of the two of them was a fairly tall and well-built girl. She had long black hair that had been piled haphazardly on top of her head with a hair tie and headband. A loose blue t-shirt hung off her slender frame and jean shorts showed off her well-defined legs. Papers were scattered around her on the floor and while she had her back to the two onlookers, it seemed as if she was holding her hand up to her face.

Worry overrode Kuramochi's shock at seeing the girl and he spoke up. "Are you alright? We heard you yell." She turned to face the two of them, bringing her hand down slightly. The first thing that caught the boys' attention was the fact that she had several earrings stuck in both her ears. Some were solid, some colored, and one dangled down slightly and was spherical. The second thing they noticed were her deep and striking purple eyes. Even the two Kominato brothers with their pink hair were not as surprising as the intensity of color in this girl's eyes. They were wide, showing her shock at finding two strangers suddenly in her room. Kuramochi suddenly realized that he had in fact stepped into her room uninvited. "Ah...," he started.

The girl turned to face them fully before dipping her head quickly. "Sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you," she said. She looked at each of them and offered a small smile. "I'm just moving in. My name is... Shit." She stopped mid-sentence and put her hand to her mouth again, over a freely bleeding cut. The crude language threw the boys off for a second but the sight of blood made them recover quickly.

"Hey! What did you do?" Kuramochi questioned, now stepping farther into the room and approaching the girl. Miyuki entered as well and eyed the scattered papers all over the floor.

The girl used her left hand to wave off the concerned boy. "It's nothing. I just gave myself a nice paper cut. Anyway, my name is Narumiya Alexia. It's nice to meet you," she said as she turned to a small piled of boxes already inside her room. She pushed some aside and looked at the labels, all the while keeping her mouth over the cut.

"My name is Kuramochi Youichi and he's Miyuki Kazuya," Kuramochi introduced the two of them. "What are you looking for, Narumiya-san?"

"A box labeled Desk Items. It has a first aid kit packed in it. I know I already brought it in," Alexia replied. "And you don't need to be so formal. I've just moved back to Japan after living in America for five years. I haven't readjusted to the culture yet and it feels weird."

Kuramochi began looking at the box labels himself and Miyuki wordlessly started to collect the forgotten papers. "So... What do you want us to call you then?" Kuramochi asked hesitantly.

"I don't really care, just not my full surname. 'Miya' or 'Naru' is fine. I went by 'Alex' in America. And I don't care about honorifics either. Whatever you want," came the nonchalant reply. Kuramochi picked up the box that had the desired label on it and set it in front of Alexia. "Ah! Thanks. And thanks for picking up the papers Miyuki-san," Alexia exclaimed. She peeled off the boxing tape and began to sift through binders, folders, and other items for the first aid kit.