The Favourite Brother: Complex Edition

First Impressions

Chapter 1:

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It was early morning, the sun was shining, the birds are singing, and children whose schools are not present – or somewhere on the mainland, and not getting a proper or decent enough education – are playing in the open parks. An alarm clock beeps in a one-second interval pattern. It was 7 AM, close to being late, and close to being groggy, but the man, whoever he may be, is prepared. Either because his sleep schedule is destroyed by too much late-night gaming, or his body is non-compliant.

Already, is he half-wearing his school uniform. When he boarded the ship, a carrier ship, he was already given five sets of uniforms, to last him the entire weekday. Fridays are often where physical education shines, so, one of them is gym clothes.

Though it depends on the timetable.

After turning off that obnoxious dream ruiner, he goes to complete his attire. He already puts on the tailored shirt, and a red necktie over it, and dark green dress pants, and business shoes. The business shoes are what he preferred because he likes to see them shine, and accidentally blind someone when he walks by. He puts on a black button-up vest – it's not a tuxedo, he's not going to a ballroom, but for such a "Low-class" school, as rumors suggest, they put a lot of detail into their uniforms – and looking like he's ready to go on a job interview, he tops it off with a blue blazer.

Doing a double-take, he realizes this almost resembles a standard army issue formal service uniform. Seeing it from his uncle's trophy room, he's quite familiar with it. He decided not to make a big deal out of that revelation and continued fixing himself up, for his first day of school.

Already had he groomed himself – trimmed, bathe, brushed his teeth, ate—maybe not in that order, so he doesn't have to worry about such menial tasks when readying up for school. He puts on a quarter amount of hair gel, and makes his hair spiky and off to the right; he complains that his hair often irritates his forehead, so he usually puts on hair gel every time he goes out. Don't worry, he hasn't gone bald...yet... Although, this act made it redundant, as he just topped his head off with a trapper hat.

That hat holds sentimentality, however, and he wants to make a good impression on his first day. It was a gift from his gigantic brother—a 7 ft tall bulky, rugged muscular Russian man, with an intense obsession with making beverages. Admittedly, he earned a scar on the top of his left cheek due to being so drunk, he bonked his head on the sharp corner of a table. He's lucky it didn't hit his eye, but knowing him, he'll prolly shrug it off.

To top it all off, and ending this chore so he could finally head off to school, he puts on a satchel, with his initials on the flap, and square rimmed glasses. He looks himself at the mirror – which is attached to his wardrobe and does various poses which often makes him laugh due to his stupidity. Often he goes closer and inspects his face up close. Showing blemishes and freckles and scars from popped acne, shaving accidents, and schoolyard fights. While making a fool of himself, with himself, he sees a picture taped in the mirror. It's a picture of himself in his youth, clean-shaven and young, and with thick hair, and beside him is a golden-haired little girl, who's on his shoulders. Both are having a good time.

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Man: "Ah, Kat... We'll meet again, I hope... I just wish...things are fair around here, but we're in Japan, so... Nothing is fair here."

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Making himself suffer, he finally had enough and walked outside. He was momentarily blinded by the sunlight, as its warmth dawned on him. It's not the hottest day in Japan, though, he did start to question the number of layers his uniform had. He unbuttons his blazer, and pulls out an umbrella from his satchel – after that, he exits his apartment complex and makes a beeline towards school.