The Holy Grail Agency

Pleasure to Meet You, Again.

The first day back to school wasn't bringing much excitement to Jeanne's life as it usually did. It was rather monotone, if anything. Well, it was only two minutes in and school had not officially started; but it was hard for Jeanne to see it going anywhere—considering that she had no practice at the H.G.A that day, which only caused her to be much more bored than she previously had been during school hours. She gently closed her locker after placing the outdoor shoes inside and then trudged to her class, the sloth within her getting the best of her for the moment.

Someone wrapped an arm around her shoulders and Jeanne immediately lifted her face to see Gilles. She had already assured him that nothing happened with the 'delinquents' because he had pushed for information and kept asking if she was alright and all, but she did not tell him a single thing other than her being completely fine.

"How is my favourite Frenchie?" He ruffled her hair, a bright smile on his face.

Jeanne frowned, "Gilles, I'm the only French girl in the school,"

"Exactly," he chuckled, "Did you see? We're in the same class, can you believe it?" The young man led Jeanne towards the classroom and they chose seats next to one another and in the middle of the room.

The young girl hung her bag on the small hook provided and smiled at her friend as he continued to talk and comment about the school year and how much fun they were going to have in their last year of high school. He told a small inside joke and Jeanne laughed as she pulled out one of her books.

"Hey," he mumbled, "What do you think happened that day?"

"What day?" Jeanne leaned back on her seat as more students trickled in, laughing and trying to catch up with one another after the long break.

Gilles sighed and gave her a short glare, "I mean the day that we met those strange people. You know, the ones that tried to kill us."

"Well," she blinked, "I have no idea what happened."

"Do you think that they're vigilantes or something? I mean, how could you try and destroy the entire park?"

Jeanne gulped, "I think that they're superheroes, you know? Like Batman...or something," she mumbled the last part, afraid of actually saying out loud.

Gilles scoffed, "Superheroes? That's stupid, it's clear that they're going to end up causing some mass disaster," he leaned his chair so that it was balanced in it's hind legs, "Someone should stop them."

She kept her mouth shut—she barely argued with people and especially with her best friend. It was just that, as of late, he seemed to be getting a bit pushy; ever since the time that he said he met that new friend of his. She had not met the other boy yet but she already knew that she did not like him the slightest bit. In fact, even if Gilles assured her many times over, Jeanne was dead certain she disliked that so-called Ryuunosuke.

Jeanne simply smiled at her friend, turning her attention back to the teacher who made her way inside. The first half of the day was very slow and boring; introductions were always going to be boring. Thus when the end of the day hit, Jeanne immediately stood and was soon followed by Gilles towards the lockers. She slipped out of her school shoes as she set down her running shoes, letting out a yawn in the process. Both the teenagers strolled towards the Shinto prefecture because Jeanne was off to work and Gilles was walking her there; the way he always did. They talked quite a bit before they finally arrived at the front of the bakery and the dark haired boy gave her a wave and smile a short goodbye before heading back in the direction he came from.

The bakery smelt divine; the smell of banana bread, sweet cherries, and even sausages filled the store like a flood, not leaving a single corner of the room untouched. It wasn't long before the bell above the door rang, chimes filling the sweet air with a bit of musical noise. A strong voice joined the cool autumn breeze as a male seemed to call out to his friend, "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the young man laughed, "Coleslaw sandwich, I know." With that, the chimes went off again and this time, the door was closed and the breeze stopped dead short.