Kallaicone and Miyamoto

After a rather boring precalc class, you began to wander through the halls, tiredly rubbing your eyes. Staring at math equations first thing in the morning was quite a bother, and it didn't help that you had home economics next up either. Your schedule was doable, yet still despicable. Normally, within the seven minutes you were given between class periods, you'd just immediately head to your next class or stop to chat with one of your friends if you managed to track them down; given that you now had to hand these purple slips to the new students, you were probably going to spend most of your free time today searching for them.

You were still going to head in the direction of your class, but your walking pace had slowed down as you checked the faces of everyone you passed, trying to see if there was anyone you didn't recognize. You had a description of two of the nine you needed to find, two girls, a short Asian one and another who had dark skin and a bald head. You're really starting to regret not having talked more with Amy this morning; you could've gotten more of a description out of her. Or maybe she would've just lied to you just to fuck with you. Unfortunately, tracking these students down hadn't been on your mind during class; you were far too preoccupied with staying awake and taking notes, and additionally, your throbbing back was also distracting you. Your hands moved toward the space between your shoulder blades and began to massage the area. Even after nearly an hour, it still hurt like hell. That fucker had thrown you hard, but what pissed you off the most was how casually he did it as well. That Han fellow was certainly a character, both in terms of personality and how he dressed. You chuckled to yourself, thinking, maybe if you're lucky, the others will stand out in the way they dress, though you sincerely doubted that would be the case-

You came to a sudden stop after you passed the window to the library. You had only caught something in the corner of your eyes, but it had your attention nonetheless. People in the hallways began to avoid you due to you just standing in the center of the crowd for no apparent reason. A small blush appeared on your face as you turned around and headed toward the doors of the school's library. You were certainly making yourself stand out a lot today. You grabbed onto the handle of the library's door and twisted it, opening the door and allowing you to both enter and look inside; and almost immediately you were greeted with what you were looking for. Sitting at a table in the center of the room was Alice, who was as cute as ever and just so happened to be talking to a man who was sitting at the table she was at. A man who stood out immediately.

If you had to describe him, it would be rather handsome, even more attractive than Han. The man had a dark complexion; his wavy hair was black and shaggy, long in the back. He had a standard goatee on his chin. The man was tall and rather muscular, which was apparent given his lack of shirt, which exposed his arms, chest, and abdomen; his muscularity wasn't anywhere near as **** as Han's, though it was still apparently clear that he was athletic. He wore a brown wool coat improperly, as it rested on top of his shoulders with neither of his arms in the coat's sleeves. Under the coat, still draped over his shoulders, was a white angavastram with a blue line running through the center. Adorned on his waist was an orange lungi with blue trimmings that ran down to his calves. He was a little hairy, with hair visible on his arms, legs, and chest, though it wasn't an overwhelming amount of hair. He was currently barefoot, but as you got closer, you noticed a pair of leather thong sandals resting next to the table, presumably belonging to the Indian man who had most likely taken them off to sit on top of the table. A rakhi bracelet was tied onto his left wrist, and a necklace with the symbols கலை கிங் hanging on it. He had tiny, silver oval glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, which brought attention to his eyes. It was difficult to notice, but he was heterochromatic, both eyes being brown but each being a different shade, the right eye being lighter than the left.

Despite Alice typically being shut off compared to most, she seemed to be having a rather pleasant conversation with the man. It's a shame you were about to interrupt it. You hadn't made out much of what they were saying as you were approaching, but you were able to hear them better upon reaching the table. "-it's never not hot-" The man stopped short upon noticing your presence; similarly to Han, the man had an accent that wasn't too heavy. He looked confused for a second before warmly smiling, "Hello, how are you doing?" He greeted you as he scooted closer to you.

"Oh, I'm doing good." You mindlessly responded; so far, he seems to be more of a pleasant figure than Han was. "Sorry for interrupting, by the way." You quickly apologized, realizing you kind of just barged into their conversation.

"Nah, you don't need to be sorry for anything. I'm the one distracting her." The man quickly reassured, motioning to Alice with his head.

In turn, Alice let out a cute chuckle, "Not in the slightest. In fact, you've actually been a great help." The Academic reassured with a smile on her face. Seeing the visible confusion on your face, Alice turned her attention toward you. "One of my classes had been cancelled due to my teacher being sick and there being a lack of sub. So, in the meantime, I've been working on an assignment I had for my Intro to Anthropology class." Alice began to explain, fiddling with a pen in her fingers as she did, "I'm currently researching cultures in India, which just so happened to catch Kallaicone's attention. He's been describing what life is like in his home state, Tamil Nadu."

"I see... Wait, has he been doing this since first period or during the break?" You asked, unsure about how long Kallaicone had been in the library for.

"Since first period, I share it with Alice, so I've been in here for as long as she has." Kallaicone clarified.

You nodded your head before deciding to ask another question, "That class being?"

Kallaicone leaned back slightly and looked up at the ceiling. "Home economics." he answered.

"Room 236?" You further questioned.

"Yup, that's the one." Kallaicone responded before placing his right elbow on top of his knee and resting his cheek against a closed fist. A smile crept upon your face; it seems you were free next period, which was great news for you since it meant you had more time to search for these new students. Kallaicone then began stroking his chin. "Man, you really love your questions, don't you?" He quipped with a wink of his right eye.

"Ah, sorry about that." You found yourself apologizing once more.

Kallaicone playfully hummed, "You say 'sorry' a lot as well." he teased with a grin. You found yourself opening your mouth to respond and attempt to argue back, but his analysis was far from wrong, so instead you were left blushing as you scratched the back of your head. You could hear Alice letting out another giggle, which both made you feel even more embarrassed and also surprised you. Alice was far from being a robot, but she wasn't the most emotional, and it was rather odd seeing her enjoying herself this much. "Well, if you don't mind, I've got a question for you." Kallaicone leaned forward.

You quickly shook off your embarrassment, "Yeah, go ahead." You replied, you weren't sure what exactly he wanted to ask you, but it would be impolite not to allow him to ask one after the barrage of inquiries you had hit him with earlier.

"You have reason for coming up to us or did you want just want greet me?" Upon hearing Kallaicone's question, you realized that you had been wasting time. There's was probably three minutes left before next period started. You glanced at Alice who was currently packing away papers any into a folder.

"Yeah, I've got a reason for coming up to you. Crystal, the girl who was at your orientation ceremony or whatever, wanted me to hand these to you." As you explained yourself, you reached into your pocket and held out a purple slip. "But, hey, I can also greet you, if you want." You cockily smiled. "The names Sam!" You greeted, offering your hand out for a handshake as you did so.

Kallaicone slid himself off the table, his feet planting themselves on top of his sandals, which he slipped on. He then closed the small gap between the two of you and grabbed a hold of your hand. "Nice to meet you, Sam!" He greeted back. You took note that he was both really warm and had a rather strong grip as he shook your hand; it seemed natural for the most part and not some display of dominance. After a second or two, you let go of his hand and held up your other, placing the purple slip into Kallaicone's open palm.

The two of you just stood there for a bit while Alice packed her bag, and you began to awkwardly rub the back of your neck. "...So, uh, nice to meet you and stuff. You two should probably get going to your class soon." You warned him; the clock was ticking at this point.

Kallaicone waved his hand to the side, indicating that he had no intention of doing what you had just told him. Noticing the confusion on your face, he began to explain himself. "The class is nearby; I can hang out for a bit longer. In fact, I'm meeting up with someone, so you may want to do that as well." Kallaicone clarified.

He was asking you to stay as well? If that's the case, then the person he's meeting up with must be one of the new students. You began to wonder how well equated they were with one another if they were meeting up with each other. From what Amy had said to you earlier, two of them had been hanging out this morning or at least going to class together. As you pondered this, you heard footsteps approaching. "Ah, he's arrived." You heard Kallaicone say, his body turned away from you, facing toward the front of the library. You looked in the same direction and found yourself feeling breathless as you stared at the short girl standing before you. It wasn't due to her beauty stunning you, though she was rather attractive, but instead, it was something different—some sort of primal instinct, as if you needed to be on the opposite side of the room from this woman... Was it fear?

She was short, just slightly taller than Alice in height. Her hair was shoulder-length and completely black. Black would be a common theme with this woman, as almost her entire attire consisted of it. She wore black sailor pants, gothic platform boots, a leather jacket, fingerless gloves, square sunglasses that obscured her eyes, and a t-shirt. The few things on her outfit that weren't black were the text on her t-shirt, the top row being white text that said "Fuck Bitches" and a bottom row in red that said "Kill Men", a neckless with an emerald-coloured magatama, and two blue ribbons, both of which were wrapped around her right shoulder and knee. She had a smile plastered on her face as she stared you and Kallaicone down. Something about that smile creeped you out, it was genuine but still felt wrong.

She just stood there in silence, which only caused you to sweat more. You glanced over to Kallaicone; he had his arms crossed and a grin on his face. Not wanting there to be any more silence, you decided to make conversation. "That's an interesting shirt she's wearing." You joked, leaning toward and almost whispering to Kallaicone as you did. If Crystal caught a glimpse of that t-shirt, she'd probably explode with an unrelenting rage.

The Tamil man's eyes widen a bit, "Uh oh." He murmured with a slight grimace on his face; it seemed more playful than something to be truly worried about, but nonetheless, you were left confused. You glanced back over at the girl who had just entered; the smile on her face had shifted to a sadistic smirk as she raised her hand up and wagged her index finger at you.

"Careful. Careful." She teased; her voice was heavy with a Japanese accent. You blinked in confusion, not sure what you had done wrong. You opened your mouth to say something, but before a sound could even escape your throat, the girl began to explain what she meant, seemingly having read your confusion. "I can be a girl on occasion." She began, parting her bangs slightly. "Sometimes I'm a guy, though, and other times I'm neither." Their smirk went back to being that creepy smile, "I can be whatever I want, really; that may be a bit difficult to keep track of, so I've got you covered." Their left hand moved over to the blue ribbon on their right shoulder and tapped on it.

It took you a second, but you soon realized that the colour indicated or at least hinted at what their gender was at the moment. "Oh, so you're a guy right now?" You asked, and it made sense in your mind; blue was a colour often associated with men. Not only that, but you had heard Kallaicone refer to him by a male pronoun earlier; originally, you thought you had misheard him. The person in black nodded his head in response. "Alright. Yeah, that's cool." You reassured him, not sure what exactly to say to not make things more awkward and trying to seem supportive at the same time.

The boy then looked to his side and noticed Alice, who had just gotten out of her seat and walked to the space between you and Kallaicone. "Ah, Matsumoto-San is here." the boy pointed out, his smile unchanging.

Who the hell was Matsumoto? Was it Alice? It certainly wasn't referring to you, nor could it have been Kallaicone; his last name started with an A, if you recalled correctly. So, it had to be Alice then; her last name was Matsumoto; that's the first time you've heard it before. You could see surprise riddled on her face. "Uh, yes, I am here. Hello." She greeted him before asking a question, "I don't believe we have met before; how do you know my last name?" Well, now you have confirmation.

The boy giggled and reached into his jacket's pocket, pulling out a rainbow coloured phone with an assortment of stickers all over the back of it; eyeballs seemed to be a reoccurring theme with the stickers. "Simple," he responded before pausing, there was a moment of silence as he tapped on his phone, probably unlocking it at and opening an app on it. He then flipped his phone over to present his screen to you. It was an Snapchat page, specifically Alice's.

Well, that explain the how, but that brings up another question. "You have a Snapchat?" You inquired to Alice; the academic rarely socialized with others, so her using social media seemed odd.

The short girl let out a sigh as she hugged herself. "I rarely use it; I only have it so that if people need to contact me, they can. Normally I'd just use email, but most people my age seem to forget it exists." Alice justified. Alice then turned her attention toward the boy. "Okay, but-" she started.

"But why did I look you up in particular?" The boy interrupted Alice's question and finished it himself, seemingly having read her like a book. "Simple; I didn't." The boy answered, spinning in a circle as he did. He then, as he stopped, spread his arms out wide. "I researched every student in the senior class before hand. It's best to know your peers after all, especially since I'll be getting to know you all quite well." The boy announced with glee in his voice.

Well, if he didn't make you uneasy before, he certainly does now. Something about that last cryptic part really unsettled you. You glanced at Alice and Kallaicone to see their reactions. Alice was stone-faced; you couldn't read her thoughts no matter how hard you tried. Kallaicone, on the other hand, was an open book; he was wincing while scratching the back of his head. "Overplaying it, as usual." He muttered. It seems they knew each other quite well; like you predicted, I guess this was just the boys typical antics.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Kanae, Miyamoto Kanae." He introduced himself, bowing as he did. "I see Kallaicone-Kun has already gotten acquainted with you two; and you." Miyamoto points at you with his index finger, "You're Sam, no surname though; rather interesting for an American." Miyamoto noted as he cocked his head and began to make his way to you.

"Uh, yeah, my family doesn't do last names. Don't ask me why, I'm not even sure myself." You explain, all while feeling the need to back up away from the Japanese man as he approached you.

"I don't have a last name either, that didn't bother you." Kallaicone stated, which caught you off guard since you could've sworn that he did in fact have one. You reached into your pocket, pulled out the sheet Crystal had given you, and began to look it over. Kallaicone Aruthan. There it was, right in the third row.

"What's Aruthan, then?" You questioned, an eyebrow raised at the Tamil man

Kallaicone began to scratch the left side of his lower jaw. You could hear the sound of his nails scraping against the small hairs on his face. "It's my father's name; it's what we use to identify ourselves. My people avoid the use of surnames to avoid discrimination amongst themselves." He explained. Alice, like you, seemed intrigued by this fact. Of course, your attention was soon diverted away from Kallaicone's statement and was brought toward Miyamoto, who was now standing right in front of you, to the point where your chests were nearly touched. This was far too close for your comfort.

The shorter boy looked up at you, which allowed you to make out his eyes from underneath his sunglasses. You let out an audible gasp. They were red. They were bright red—almost glowing, in fact. Not only that, the iris of his eyes was bizarre even without their strange colour. They were shaped weirdly; they looked like splotches of paint with how irregularly they were shaped. Not only that, but they moved on their own, seemingly swirling and the "splotches" changing size. Miyamoto just stood there, staring at you, his eyes feeling as if they were peering into your very soul itself. "Hm, no, nothing too interesting here." Miyamoto muttered with a slight frown of disappointment on his face, backing away from you in process.

...Well, fuck you to then. What the hell did that even mean? "Ah, don't take it too personally. I wasn't referring to your appearance or anything, more your colour." Almost as if he heard your thoughts, Miyamoto answered you. This answer didn't really help your situation; in fact, you were left more confused than before.

"...Racially motivated?" You were left stunned by what he had said, more confused than offended. The colour of your skin was the first thought that came to your head when he referred to your colour; though it could've also been your clothes, eyes, hair, whatever, you still didn't like the way he had said that.

Miyamoto let out a hearty laugh in response, placing a gloved hand over his mouth in an attempt to keep it contained. You noticed a few students in the library glancing over at the group of four you were in. "いいえ! Of course not; I'm a painter, so I like to view the colours of others. I have a bit of a specific taste for colours that interest me." Miyamoto clarified while trying to hold back a chuckle. "You understand me, right?"

Not in the slightest, but you nodded your head anyways so that this interaction could end faster. The revelation that he was a painter was somewhat of a surprise, you didn't really get the vibe from him. You put away the sheet and pulled out another purple slip, placing it into Miyamoto's hand. The Asian boy looked gave you a confused look in return. "You need these slips for some reason, probably for something after school or during lunch that Crystal arranged." You explain, patting the painter on the shoulder; you then noticed a stain of his jacket, a small blotch on his sleeve that was darker in comparison to the rest of black leather, it was most likely some dried up paint, given his hobby. "You wear your leatherjacket while doing art? It looks expensive, but hey, you do you."

Kallaicone gritted his teeth as his eyes bulged out of his skull, while Miyamoto nonchalantly glanced down and began to try and rub the stain out with his tub and index finger. The Tamil man practically tackled the smaller man with how fast and harshly he wrapped his arm around Miyamoto's shoulder, bringing him in close to his chest. The two turned away from you and Alice and took a few step away before beginning to whisper something. You cocked your head trying to make out what they were saying, which got you a look of disapproval from the Academic. "It's rude to eavesdrop." She chided.

You frowned slightly and ignored her, continuing to attempt to listen to what they were saying. "You need to be more careful!" Kaillacone scolded.

"I am, I wear all black for a reason." The Japanese boy rebuttable, his voice even harder to hear than Kallaicone's.

"Just be more cautious." Kallaicone groaned before glancing over his shoulder. "Anyways, we're gonna head off now. Take care, Sam!" The tamil wave man waved at you as he dragged his friend away.

Even as the pair walked away, you could still hear them whispering. "By the way, what skin colour was he?" Miyamoto asked. This question seemed directed at you, which caused your eyebrows to raise in confusion. He couldn't tell?

"Hm? Oh right, you can't see that." Kallaicone noted, "You didn't even know I had dark skin till someone mentioned it." he taunted. As the two got further and further away, it became more difficult to understand them. "Well, Sam has-" was about as much as you could make out before their voices become inaudible.

You stood there stunned once more—a rather reoccurring feeling you were having today. You looked over to Alice and gave her a smile. "Well, the spectacle duo seems rather interesting." You joked.

"Spectacle trio." Alice corrected, "I share my next class with them." Alice then speed walked to catch up with them as they exited the library; you could hear her let out an annoyed breath as the late bell rang. Alice was a good student, so you sincerely doubted her truancy was going to held too much against her.

You rested your hand on your hips and shook your head. Yup, today was going to be a long day. You then put a hand into your pocket and began to fiddle with the purple slips, "Two down, seven to go." You muttered to yourself.