Classmate

9

School started up once again after the small holiday after tests. I had passed all of the tests, and was in the top five percent of my class.

All I could do on that point, was give a deep sigh of total relief. I had been hoping for a good outcome of them, and possibly prayed for it while I was studying a time or two, but seriously never expected it. I was very satisfied with the marks.

I had a good time on my time off. I had stayed the time with Yumi and her sister, through the whole time... enjoying it very much. When I got back though, I thought I would need a vacation from the vacation I had... but I was not complaining about it. Now it was back to school and all of it’s riches.

It was a couple of days back in to the swing of it all. I sat in my Japanese literature class, expecting the lesson to start very soon. As I waited for the bell to announce the class was commencing, I passed the time talking to Remi and Kato at the back of the class.

Kato was talking about his time at a chess masters house, and how much fun he had studying at the knee of one of Japan’s grand masters of the game. I nodded politely, yet I thought how could such a very gifted physical athlete such as Kato was, have such a boring hobby as chess. Guess it was not my cup of tea.

I just sighed. I realized that the game of chess had no meaning for me, so I just sat and listened politely as he excitedly spoke about gambits and other chess related things to me. I guess he likes flexing the muscle of his mind too, I thought to myself. Each to his or her own, my father always said. Maybe someday I will have him teach me the game so I can have a better appreciation for it. Poker came to mind.

Sensei Tekeoi Came in to the room. She was a very good teacher, yet she seemed to be one of the more monotonous and strict of the all, even for the Japanese way of education. At forty something, I guessed, you are set in your ways... even a teacher, and that was just her way. I just stood up to do the morning greeting bow, as was the custom to show the respect a teacher was afforded.

Behind the teacher, slowly walked a girl. She was a new student, I presumed, because she did not have the school uniform on just yet and carried some binders. The girl was decked out in a pretty blueish green blouse and blue jeans. I could not help but stare at this newcomer, as I gasped at the complete loveliness I was beholding.

She had long flowing hair, she had tied back into a ponytail that reached well passed her waist line in a flowing waterfall of black silky beauty. The girl had such delicate facial features, giving her a exceptionally slight look, while her eyes were dark and sparkling that offset her soft olive tone of her skin and her lips were full and well defined. The tightness of her jeans hugged the outline of her firm yet very compact ass and shapely legs, and the blouse she was wearing clung to her small but very lush mounds of her breasts, and really showed off just how petite she was.

A china doll could not have been so beautiful as she was, for she was the epitome of the term. A small goddess was definitely amongst us.

I could tell all of the other boys in the class noticed this out and out beauty of a girl that had just came in to our midst. I fully had to count myself as among them to be called a lusting admirer. How could I not of this rose of blooming womanhood? She had all of us transfixed with her sensual natural beauty and all. A treat for the eye of any male.

Sensei Tekeoi Stood at the front of the class with the girl standing shyly on her right. The girl moved her feet from side to side in a nervous dance, obviously not wanting to be in front of the class. I can relate to what she was going through.
“ Class...” She began, her voice loud and distinct, as was the Sensei’s way. This always got our attention every time “ We have a new student from the southern provinces. Please welcome Aki Nockamori.”

We all smiled and bowed our greeting. The girl blushed, pointing her chin to her chest, but she forced a smile out, and returned our bows in a graceful movement. Her outward shyness covered up by the timid smile, her face literally brighten and showed even more her beauty.

She took the last seat in the class, which was across from my desk in the next row, behind were Arisa sat.

I smiled as friendly as I could, as she seemed to be extremely nervous. I knew how it felt being the newcomer, being as I had been here only a very short amount of time, the feeling of being the different kid from a strange place. I really understood just what she might be experiencing right at this moment in time.

Aki looked at me, and stared for a moment or two with a almost puzzled look on her dainty face. She probably had never seen a Japanese-German- Canadian before. I have to admit, I was mostly oriental looking, but the Europan looks still accented through my inherited face that I got from my mother.

A feeling of total uneasiness of her look crept over me, as this beauty stared at me. I just kept smiling none the less, as it reminded me of all the stares and gawks I got when I had first came to the school. She turned away quickly, and did not return my silent greeting. I just sighed, as I took my concentration off of her.

I just let myself listen to the lesson at hand, and put all of the uneasiness completely of my mind, or at least put it on the back burner. I may have the eye for all of the girls, but I was at a loss for the attraction I felt for this pretty girl. It was like pure instinct. Talk about hormones running amuck.

I looked over once and caught the girl’s eye. She suddenly give me a warm greeting smile, and then turned back to the teacher. I felt the uptightness wash completely out of my body, as I realized that she was just taken aback by me for a moment or two.

I grinned, as we both turned to the front of the room to listen to the start of Sensei’s lesson, which would drone on and on for over a hour.

As we exited the class at the end of our period, She looked over at me as she passed where I stood and smiled.
“ Hi, I’m Aki!” She smiled, her voice painted in shyness, yet was melodic in it’s pitch.
“ I’m Hal.” I said, nervousness tinging my voice with having a small rasp in it. “ Hal Turberg.”
“ Hal? “ She questioned, her surprise evident in her inflection. “ It’s not a Japanese name...” She pointed out, her brow sexily furrowed in thought. “ Are you an American, are you? Or maybe British?” She asked. “ Perhaps you are from Australia.”
“ I’m from Canada, actually...” I explained, with a laugh, hearing that once in a while since coming over to Japan. “ I am unquestionably not American, or British for that matter.”
“ Canada...” She paused, rolling the word out of her sweet lips. She giggled, and looked at me. “ You are quite far from home, aren’t you?”

I chuckled, feeling butterflys crash in my belly.
“ Just going to school here.” I nodded, in answer to her question, my nervousness making me sweat..
“ You speak Japanese very well though...” She said, her dainty lips bursting with a smile that lit up the hall. I felt the sweat blister forth from my brow again, as I thought of just what to respond with. “ It is... without any of the mistakes that other people seem to have with Japanese.

I found myself blushing a bit, talking to this lovely girl. I could not even talk like I usually did. She had me almost to the point of stuttering my words.
“ My mother was from right here in Tokyo, and she taught me how to speak and to read Japanese ever since I was a boy.” I explained, I could feel myself blushing a tad more with each word. “ My father taught me to speak German too, but I never really use it anymore as all of my german speaking relatives are passed away.” I smiled, then added as a afterthought. “ I can speak English too.”
“ She did a great job of it...” She said, adding before pausing. “ Not much of a accent either- very subtle.”
“ Guess my mother was a better teacher than she thought she was.” I said, cringing inside as my words were clumsy at best, towards the girl.
“ Was your father a good teacher too?”
“ No, he’s a film maker by trade...” I said, adding truthfully. “ But I seem to have more of a knack for the Japanese language anyway. English was easy too, but I am far more comfortable in speaking Japanese if i needed to pick one over the others”
“ If I could speak German or English or another type of language, I might just have you say something to compare them.” She said.

She was going to say something more, then the warning bell for the next class rang out loudly overhead, drowning out the din of the overly crowed hallway for a moment or two. It went off as suddenly as it had be startling.

Bowing low, Aki turned and hustled off, turning like a cat and headed down the hall clutching a map of what appeared to be our school in one hand. She studied it closely for a second, then choose a direction.
“ I must hurry to get to my next class.” She hurried off, her ponytail flapping behind her in a majestic wave. “ See in class again tomorrow.”

I smiled, as I watched her gracefully weave and dodge through the massive sea of students, only for her lovely form to be swallowed up in the throng of kids. She was gone in a fraction of a second, leaving me twitterpated . I smiled broadly to myself on the inside, As I turned slightly to head off to my next class.

Remi hurried up to me, her face a mask of frustration. The girl raised her small fist in a ball and slugged me playfully in the arm a couple of times, getting my attention so she could give me such a staring.
“ Let’s get hurrying, your going to make me late too...” She said, stamping a foot and beginning to pull me by my uniform’s tie down the hall in the opposite direction that Aki went. “ I don’t want to be late I have been late too, too much.”

This was embarrassing at best, but I knew that saying something would not be good a this moment, for she had a death grip on my tie, so she could try and strangle me with it if she so wanted to. She would try, if she was as pissed of as she could get, I surmised.
“ We are going to be so very late for our algebra class if we don’t hurry...” She snapped again, pulling me for all she was worth. She was very strong for such a small framed girl, but she was defiantly a force. “ ... And I would just have to blame it on you fully for it all so lets hurry it!!!”
“ All right, I’m coming, I’m coming!” I murmured , getting my legs under me as solidly as I could, following the girl, hoping she would finally let go of my damned necktie as we maneuvered our way to the stairs to get to the second floor. “ Could you let go of my tie though?”

Remi just shook her head with almost an exasperated smile, obviously that was targeted at me, yet she made no comment on my being with Aki. I just put the new girl out of my head and continued up the stairs, her hand still hanging on very tightly to my tie. I had to be quick, she was leading me like a dog on a leash. Milkbone anyone?

People really stared at this sight of Remi dragging me like this, even some were murmuring something low under their breaths.. or just sniggering loudly, as Remi ‘walked’ me to our next class.

I just decided that it was ok for her to do this, but my ego was needing to be taken down a peg or two anyways, I think