I had to hurry. Every second was of the utmost importance. If my goal was to be completed, then efficient use of time was imperative. Especially during the early stages of the school year. The quicker I establish myself; the further word will spread and the more natural my behaviours will become throughout the time at this school. I need every single advantage possible when considering the possibilities... No, I need to get my mind off of that. For now, every single action I take could be under immediate scrutiny if I do even a single thing wrong. Every day works in my favour after I've established my groundworks. After that no matter how much any opposition professes without certain evidence they'll be massacred within seconds. A good offense is a good defence, that's the strategy for now, my specialty. Don't leave the enemy any room to breathe, I'll be damned if school gets ruined a second time. Not a single thing will go out of plan, I'll control it all. Not with an iron fist but with gentle paved roads, gesturing and persuasion. No forcing, but gentle goading that people want to follow.
The first step is to establish a contact in every class. Two lucky figures came to mind immediately, that's my foothold. I'll clinch it immediately.
I quickly bounced into the classroom labelled 'Class 1-C' a few turns away from my own homeroom. Some of the straggling students immediately turned from their conversations to my general direction immediately. Some of the boys near the door quickly assessed my body as if looking at an exhibit, assuming all the while that I noticed nothing.
If I leave it too long the silence will become too awkward and completely ruin my entrance. I still have time. I make a show of looking around the classroom, searching for the enigmatic figures of my two companions on the bus. To no avail, I don't see them. That's fine, a bit of improvisation is expected.
"I'm sorry to bother everyone, my friends are in this class. Have you seen Ayanokouji-kun or Ibuki-san I wanted to grab their numbers. I don't seem to see them here."
The boys immediately in front of me started to whisper amongst themselves.
"Damn, guy's popular. We 'bout to witness a domestic?"
"Lucky bastard..."
"When's my time damnit?!"
They at least make easy pickings.
"Uhm, I'm sorry to bother you three. Do you by any chance know where they might be?" Thanks to my stature it was easy to look pleadingly up at them. Holding my hands close to my chest like a small animal also appealed to the simple boys.
"Uh- m-me? I think Sensei said that Ibuki was sick. I think the other guy is taking care of her."
Sick? On the first day no less. That's just my luck. Share a class with the two nuisances from the bus, my contacts in this class are AWOL. What's next; is a piano going to fall on me?
"O-Oh, I hope she's alright." I appeal once again to the entire class. "I don't suppose anyone knows her room number; I'd at least like to check on them." Judging Ibuki's personality, that chance is so low it might as well be in the negative.
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Class C: Civil War
Action"Kukuku. As I thought, this school is more than it lets on." The magenta haired boy suddenly punched his desk to punctuate his sentence the addressed the rest of the class. "Listen, you bunch of small-fries. You'll all work for me and I will bring y...
