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Emi Hoshino	Zentaro was having a bad day. Imagine, if you would, the dread that might accompany you trapped in a home room with someone who absolutely hates you guts might fill you with, and that's how you'd best describe what's happening to Zentaro's insides right now. He was never sure what he'd done to offend Souta so much -- merely existing seemed to be enough -- but it was all he could do to not start trembling when the kid looked his way. Grade 10, and you'd think he'd be able to not shake when someone looked at him. It's why he'd delayed leaving the school grounds for a little while. Sure, he had clubs he had to go to that helped provide an excuse, but he took his sweet time. Zentaro had crept off the school grounds as the later afternoon began its gradual descent into evening, and he slipped out one of the Academy Gates and began hurrying down th4e street. He just had to get to a bus and then he'd ... probably be safe. A firm hand laying on his shoulder, however, told him another story and he stopped dead. Souta was a tall boy, all cold smiles and cruelty in his eyes. He was accompanied by a couple of his hanger ons from the Academy. They knew better than to try anything on Academy grounds. They already had a couple strikes against from when they thought they could get away with the same style of trouble that they'd started elsewhere in public schools. Unfortunately for Souta, Radiant Heart took a far dimmer view to his antics than other schools. Off grounds, however, that was another matter entirely! Souta smiled down at the shorter Zentaro and steered him firmly with his friends back against a wall. "You dodging us, little friend?" he asked the smaller boy. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you didn't like me. I'm /hurt/. You should make it up to me by groveling." Zentaro grimaced. He knew what happened if he said no. Verbal abuse would be just the start of it. He dropped to the ground, knowing he might as well get it over with, and grovelled , head pressed against the ground. "I'm sorry, Souta. I'm sorry. Okay?" Souta and his friends start cracking up immediately, and he raises his shoe to put it on his head, intent on pushing him into the cement. Hard enough to hurt, not hard enough to really leave any marks. "Say, I didn't hear that. You wanna speak up?" He asks, wiping a mock tear of laughter from his eye. But then he's distracted. There's a girl attaching herself to his arm, hard enough to nearly bowl him off of Zentaro's head. "... oh my god it's YOU," says the girl, her hair a muss and her uniform marking her as belonging to Radiant Heart. She's short, looking up at Zentaro shrouded by her long bangs. "I've been looking for you EVERYWHERE. Are you going to HURT someone again?" She asks, a distinct note of hope in her wild expression, her voice a scratchy contralto. "GAH," said Zentaro, pulling back from Souta, "Get off me," he yells. "But I LOVE you," says the girl, putting her hands on either side of her face, the very picture of the yandere. That's clearly the play here for Emi, and it's one she's used before and is attempting to refine. Souta's friends are beyond mystified, to say nothing of Zentaro, who was very much expecting something far worse to happen. Like a cornered animal, his eyes are looking this way and that. He's so gonna run the moment an opportunity allows.
Sailor Uranus	A lot of the students at Radiant Heart Academy lived in the dorms on campus, which limited the ability for after-school accosting, but not all of them did - Zentaro and his would-be bullies, and the yandere girl. And then there's one last newcomer to this strange group - a handsome boy in the same Radiant Heart uniform, tall, with dishwater-blonde hair and a firm look on his face. Well, technically it's her face, but since none of the people here have Haruka Tenoh in homeroom, they would have a hard time knowing that at this point. "Well, I was about to ask you what you were doing with your foot on that kid's head..." Haruka begins, walking up from the opposite direction as Souta walked "... but now I'm not sure who needs the help more, him or you?" Haruka says, smirking a bit. "I was thinking I might get a workout, n' all - but now I'm just a little confused. Seems like your groupies are, too."
Emi Hoshino	Heroes to his rescue? It's just like one of his manga! However, unlike his favorite manga, Zentaro is a smart enough protagonist in his own story to understand that he should run the heck away -- so he does. He carefully gets to his feet, glances from side to side, and begins to slide away from the group while they are very distracted, first with the arrival of a crazy girl in a radiant heart academy uniform, and then a somewhat scarier looking fellow in a radiant heart uniform. Nope. Discretion is the better part of valor. Much as he might like to see Souta get hit in the face, it's both unlikely and a bad idea to be any part of it, he thinks. So slowly, he begins moving down street, leaving them behind with a totally innocent expression on his face. It's fortunate, too, because by the time Souta notices that his target is gone, he's somewhat rather more irritated, and just confused. There's a disdainful roll of his eyes before he looks to his friends, all the while Emi is staring at him like she's deathly lovesick, continuing to blather at him even with Haruka's approach. "You have such beautiful eyes. I can't WAIT to have them," she says, in a way that almost sounds menacing. That's really enough for him, and Souta just decides that he's out too. "Whatever. You don't frighten me," he tells Haruka -- his heart is pounding. He's totally a bit creeped out. "Come on, let's go. We've got better and cooler things to do." And Souta begins to head a different direction as well, opposite from Zentaro's flight, pointedly ceding the game ... for now.
Sailor Uranus	To be fair, there's a lot of ways to defuse a bullying situation. Like most things in like, Haruka had planned for the direct approach, but she had to have some respect for the indirect approach. After Souta and Zentaro both duck out, ceeding the field to the two ladies, Haruka smirks over at her. "You wanted his 'eyes'?" she asks. "They weren't even particularly pretty ones." she says, bemused. But a few days ago she stabbed a six foot tall lizard-monster in the chest with a magic sword, so mundane things like a crazy girl are still a little... mundane. That and she'd been around Setsuna and Michiru long enough to know when someone was being 'clever'. "You sure you don't want to chase him down?" she asks, teasingly. "I'm really fast, I could stop him for you to hang on him longer."
Emi Hoshino	As Souta retreats with his buddies, Emi observes casually. She hated having to do this in her uniform as oppoosed to he street clothes, honestly. Then again, she just kinda hates being in the uniform anyway. Combing her fingerws through her hair for a moment, she doesn't immediately say anything. Instead, she just lets out a quick laugh before shaking herself off and turning to eye Haruka briefly. "Naw. No need. He didn't like me. I'm way too crushed by this to want to go after him. Can't you see I'm devestated here?" She's already reaching into her bag to pull out a ... pack of cigarettes? Really? What a flagrant lawbreaker. "I'm going to have a silent smoke of sadness," she rasps.
Sailor Uranus	Haruka perks an eyebrow, and well... there's a lot of advantages to being the Sailor Soldier of wind; large and small. This was a small but important one - she shifted slightly, making sure that the wind would constantly carry the nicotine and smoke away from her new position. "Devastated, I can see." she says, shaking her head. "You know, normally I don't stick my nose in when it comes to people breaking the rules; but that's a terrible habit. Not because they tell you not to, but because it'll mess with your lungs." she says. That's why she doesn't want it anywhere near her. She's a runner, and a fighter to boot. "You genuinely like that, or are you just doing it because that's what the cool kids do?" she asks, actually a bit curious. She doesn't know any smokers. "Especially a bit out of place, the delinquent act, given you just helped that kid, even if I'm sure you enjoyed freaking that guy out for its own fun."
Emi Hoshino	Moving now towards a building out of the way, Emi leans against the wall. The rush of people has died down a little, at least, and makes her pulic smoking a little less personally dangerous in the moment. She rolls the cigarette she draws between her fingers before dropping the carton back in her bag. Without even looking up, she answers Haruka's question. "I am the cool kids," she remarks, casually, as if its no big deal and something she is absolutely certain of. "And, please. Delinquents don't have to like bullies anymore than anyone else does. A lot of bullies aren't even delinquents anyway." She raises her gaze and then proceeds to light her cigarette. "Oh no, my lungs," she remarks.
Sailor Uranus	"Tch, if you say so." she says, biting her tongue. "I did my part and warned you, anyways." she adds, rolling her shoulders. Something Michiru said sticks in her mind - the King never has to tell anyone he's King, and that goes for a lot of other things; but she thinks better of starting the argument with the girl. She'd already moralized a lot for her... and then, an idea crops up in her mind, a thought, a line, and she cannot resist. "If you were really cool, you'd race motorcycles, though. Or drive cars. But I suppose it's a lot less dangerous and scary to lean against a wall and smoke a plant." she says, putting her hands in her pockets and starting to saunter the other direction. She turns back to look at the girl. "If you ever do find yourself in possession of one, temporary or otherwise, I'll gladly leave you in the dust. Then you can choke on something other than tobacco."
Emi Hoshino	Emi manages to hold her cough. It takes time to get used to these things, after all. She stares at Haruka for a long time at the description of what 'really cool' is. Then she answers with a careful thought. "... you've been watching Initial D," she remarks, eyes closing as she enjoys her cigarette. Someone is going to yell at her for this very soon, what, with being smoking out of place and being way too young to be doing it anyway. "But noted, I guess. If I'm ever in posession of a motorcycle, I'll find you -- somehow whoever you are -- and ... show off, I guess." She pinches the bridge of her nose.
Sailor Uranus	Haruka laughs. She'll have to be sure to ride by the girl at some point. "Better to live than watch it, you know." she says. "Gunma's also just too far away." she notes. "Racing cars is harder in Tokyo. The traffic..." she says, pinching the bridge of her nose as well. "Not worth it. Motorcycles, though - they can weave." she notes. "Haruka Tenoh, by the way." she says. There's a few places Emi might have heard the name - perhaps from her running in track, but maybe that's not relevant to a delinquent. "And you are?" she asks, still sort of as though she's halfway in the process of leaving. Partly because she doesn't want to get tagged along with this girl if she gets grabbed for smoking. Setsuna-san would never let her hear the end of that - for so many reasons. "I can tell you go to the same school as I do at least."
Emi Hoshino	"...uh huh," says Emi, clearly having some doubts about this. She hasn't been in either Tokyo or at Radiant Heart really long enough to know her from name alone, and honestly, she's been pretty busy sleeping. She looks down at her uniform, then back up. Then down again. Sigh. She hates being off campus with it. "Yeah. I go there. Seemed kinda obvious, huh?" She says, gesturing at their uniform in turn. "I really should have changed." She wanted to, but then she'd have lost sight of Zentaro and his problems and that wouldn't have been ideal for her or Zentaro in particular. She purses her lips, declning to say more on the matter for the moment, even if the rest of what Haruka spoke earned a skeptical snort from her.
Sailor Uranus	Haruka smirks. "Well, maybe I'll see you around. If not..... I guess I won't." Okay, so Haruka wasn't the one for the flowery words. Setsuna was the geek and Michiru was the artist. Times like this she realized how much she missed them - needed them - to say the right words, to connect people, or to know who was even worth connecting to. "The uniform's not the worst. Could be... I dunno, something truly rough, like red with green plaid, after all. Look on the bright side, Delinquent-san." Well, that's a good a name as any. And at some point she was absolutely going to call her that while buzzing by her on her bike, if she got the chance. For now, time to head home... and not be so reliant on her own words.