2 Package Contents, School, and Picking a Club

Sitting in my living room, I looked at the contents of the package and I felt my brows twitching as I read through the letter for a third time.

[I got you a place in a pretty good highschool - you're starting tomorrow! - so make sure to turn up, okay? I know it's probably confusing to be without your memories but let me clarify something for you; You're better off without them for now. They'll eventually come back to you, so just live and experience life until then. It'll do you a world of good~

Anyway, no need to thank me for giving you a second chance, I'm just your average R.O.B (Random Omnipotent Being) doing his part!]

...Why do I feel like I've experienced someone messing around with my way of living before? And why does it annoy me so much, I wonder? Because I feel like even if he's omnipotent, I'd definitely try and hit this R.O.B bastard!

Putting down the letter in a huff, I looked at the things that were in the package and saw a school uniform. A white dress shirt, a red tie, some blue dress pants and a matching blue blazer, all topped off with some brown dress shoes. It looked...nice. High quality. I felt that whoever made them showed a lot of care in excelling in all the manufacturing processes necessary to make the uniform.

Though I feel a reluctance to actually go back to highschool, something at the back of mind tells me that I should just do what the omnipotent being is telling me to do. Even if he didn't explicitly tell me to do it, what else am I gonna do? Sit around asking questions about myself that won't get answered? Yeah, I'd rather pass that, honestly. It's already frustrating now, so I bet it'd be even worse in a week or two.

Better to distract myself with something...

...Like cleaning the apartment? I feel like that would calm me down...then a bit of cooking and I'll feel fine?

*Rumble~!*

Let's do it.

. . .

"Hello, my name's Emiya Shirou, I just recently moved into down, so please look after me," I bowed politely to my new classmates and from the look on some of their faces, I could tell that my introduction had gained their attention.

...Unfortunately, that is.

"Thank you, thank you, Emiya-kun," the woman next to me, my homeroom teacher, who'd introduced herself as Hiratsuka-sensei when I met her in the teachers lounge. She's a fairly tall and busty woman with long, black hair that reaches her shins, sticks out at her neck and falls over her shoulders and grey eyes similar to mine. Right now she's wearing a knee length white jacket similar to a lab coat, a black vest, and black pants with a brown belt. Underneath her vest is a dress shirt and a loosely worn short tie.

Hiratsuka looked away from me after patting my shoulder in a gesture of 'well done' before looking around the class for a place for me to sit. In the end, she found me a place right at the back and in the middle of the row.

Walking over to it, I took in the people I'd be sitting next to and I've got to say...I was slightly unsettled.

On the right of the desk, there was a very attractive young woman with long, black hair and a lithe figure with very pale skin. She has black eyes with a sharp gaze and even though she was sitting down, I could tell she was decently tall. Maybe around 5'8"? Looks close enough. But that's not what unsettled me:

What unsettled me was the creepy aura around her. Like she was a killer or something. That, surprisingly, didn't scare me. It just made me want to stay away from her to avoid trouble.

Looking to the left of my seat, I saw an equally as attractive girl, but she actually gave off a slightly dangerous feel. I don't feel like she could actually hurt me but she was definitely stronger than the creepy psycho girl.

This girl was about the same height as the creepy girl, but her hair and eye color were much more...exotic, I guess? Different would probably be better to describe it. Unconventional is what I settled on. She had straight and shiny thigh-length purple hair that has a triangular fringe at the front which barely touches the ridge of her nose. Her eyes were blue and if it weren't for her obviously Japanese facial features, I'd suspect that she was a foreigner.

Looking behind her I saw a bag usually used for bokkens and Kendo swords, hung on the back of her chair but something was off about it...Why do I feel that she has an actual katana in there?

Seeing the two, frankly, unusual girls, I turned back to Hiratsuka, "Sensei, I don't wanna sit here," I spoke out with a candor that seemed to surprise most of the class. Hiratsuka looked up at me, her eyebrow raised and a slightly annoyed look on her face.

"Well, there's no where else to sit, so just sit," she said before looking back down at her notes.

Sighing, I turned back around only to have two pairs of eyes centered on me while I heard voices from other people in the room.

"Not wanting to sit next to either of the classes two beauties? What is this guy? Gay?" a snicker came from the other side of the room but I just ignored it, and the stares of the two girls in front of me and just sat down, placing my bag under my desk. Unfortunately for me, I didn't get the peace I wanted and neither did Hiratsuka start the lesson.

"...Why did you want to sit next to us?" the purple-haired girl asked. She didn't seem offended, just genuinely curious.

Seeing she wasn't annoyed or offended by my action, I actually raised my eyebrows a little before answering, "Because I don't like getting involved with people who will bring trouble toward me," I said, looking at her blue eyes once more before looking back to the front of the class. Again, someone spoke to me but it was the girl on the right of me - the weird, possible killer, girl.

"Ahh, that's not very nice, you know, Shiro*-kun?" the cold voice coming from the weird girl made me uneasy...like she was trouble incarnate.

(*A/N - When she calls him 'Shiro' here, she's not referring to his actual name but his hair color, which is white. 'Shiro' = White in Japanese.)

"Please don't call me that. I'll take 'Emiya-san' or 'Emiya-kun'. Nothing else from you," I said, not even bothering to look at her. But she laughed before trying to ruffle my hair. I just couldn't let that stand. Plus, who knows where he hands have been? I don't wanna take the chance. I spent a long time washing my hair last night to make sure it was fluffy and clean, after all. "Don't," I said as I grabbed her hand by the wrist. Others around us seemed to be taking notice by now and looked at me with...pity? She must have a reputation then.

I knew she was weird, I just knew it. I don't want any trouble but it just appears.

She seemed to be putting in quite a lot of strength to push her hand toward my head, but my hand didn't budge and I could hear her annoyed grunts. She was much stronger than I suspected...much stronger than a normal human. Easily Olympic-level and this is in a position without much leverage...and I'm holding her off so easily? Where are my limits?

Suddenly, her muscles seemed to harden like metal and her power surged...yet it didn't do anything. A small twitch of my my forearm muscle. That was all her inhuman strength could do. But seeing her still try annoyed me a little.

"Just stop," I looked at her, my frustration getting shown through an aura that rolled off of me. I heard people shuffling in their seats and I could practically smell the fear-induced sweat pouring off of them. What was this? Killing Intent, it would seem. I wonder how I cultivated such a mass of the stuff?

The girl's black eyes widened before narrowing and a dangerous looking smile came up on her face.

She continued to push on for another second before finally letting up and taking back her hand, thank god. In good time too, because Hiratsuka was beginning to glare at us and the rest of the students looked a little scared. Where'd that pity go, huh? Goddamn hypocrites.

Turning back to the front of the classroom, I ignored everything else and just listened for my name in the register.

. . .

"As you may or may not know, every student in this school is required to have a certain amount of time in a club. You can change club every year but you have to spend time in it for a year without question," she paused, letting her words sink in and gain the attention of the class, before carrying on, "Well, now that we're halfway through the day, you can go off and pick a club before heading home - first days are always half-days at Koyo Elite Academy~" she laughed, a mature smile coming across her face.

Hearing what she said, I felt...intrigued. I wonder what kind of club I'd want to do? Well, if I don't know now, I can always just look around until something strikes my fancy.

Picking up all her stuff, Hiratsuka put it into her bag before turning to us and waving her hands away at us, "What are you waiting for? Shoo, shoo, go and pick a club!" her words were rude but filled with genuine care. Most of the students either smiled or laughed at her joke before getting up and leaving.

"I think you come and join the Martial Arts club. With your strength, I could..." I didn't stay to listen to the creepy girl who I learnt was called Amou Kirukiru, mainly because I didn't want to be near her in class, let alone in a club. Luckily the latter allowed me to pick where I could go so I could pick anywhere that wasn't near her.

I made haste out of the classroom and just picked a direction and started walking.

Each of the clubs had a little stand outside of their clubrooms and clubs without rooms - like football, baseball, and basketball (because they were played/practiced in the gym - had stands outside.

Cooking Club...interesting. The table was being run by a kid with red hair and gold eyes, and he seemed amicable enough but I didn't really wanna cook in a club. I enjoy cooking on my own, not with people surrounding and pestering me. So I walked past the table. Then there was something called the...Service Club? Weird name. The guy sitting behind that table looked entirely like he didn't wanna be there. He was a guy of average height with medium-short length black hair. His most prominent features are his set of dead fish-eyes and a short strand of hair that sticks upwards.

He looked in stark contrast to all the cheery highschoolers around us.

...I don't exactly know what the Service Club does, so I'll put it on the list of things to check out. With that, I moved on.

I kept going and going, some people stopped me in the hallway, trying to explain their clubs to me and why I should join them. The people who were walking in the hall, wearing gym clothes, usually tried to recruit me for some sort of sport. Probably because of my tall and sturdy figure. But I politely declined these invitations and continued to search around.

All until I found a club that just made me enter.

"Stop laughing, Hak, Soo-Won! The Archery Club is gonna get a real gem this time and who'll be laughing at that time?! Tell them, Kagome!" I entered to see a red-haired, violet-eyed girl pouting at two pretty boys. Her eyes turned to the black-haired girl a few meters away - she was shooting at a target. Slow and methodical. I could tell she could go quicker, but this wasn't a test to see how quickly she could draw or shoot. This was practice or a way to calm herself. I'd also guess to say her name is Kagome.

I garnered the attention of the two pretty boys pretty quickly. One of them was pretty close to my height and frame but I could tell I had the advantage on him in terms of combat ability form the get-go - he was a greenhorn. Or that's what my mind told me at least. He was physically strong but he'd never been in a fight to the death, is what I mean.

...And apparently I have, to think being a greenhorn is such a bad thing. Unless I am actually that hard on myself.

Anyway, the black-haired, blue-eyed greenhorn was looking suspiciously at me but I just ignored him and met the eyes of the other pretty boy. He was a decently tall young man - about an inch or two shorter than me - with a feminine face and the demeanor to fit his pretty boy ways. He had blue-greenish eyes and dirty blond hair which was quite long - past his shoulders from what I could see. But it was well-kept, so I couldn't point out a bad thing about it, honestly.

Seeing the direction of their gazes, the red-haired girl turned to look at me as well, just with excitement instead of whatever the pretty boys were looking at me with - Jealousy? Overprotectiveness? Wariness? I don't care how they looked at me. I just wanted to shoot a bow.

"Are you interested in joining the Archery Club!?" the redhead asked me, rushing in front of me.

I had to admit, she was very beautiful and had a regal aura practically pillowing off her. But for some reason...that didn't effect me? I felt like I'd seen someone of a higher quality. At least in terms of royalty.

Weird.

Honestly, I'd call this redhead cute, more than I would call her sexy or seductive. She was short, around 5'1" or 5'0", and had a petite frame which matched her height. She was currently wearing the traditional Archery outfit for Japan, and she looked pretty good in it. But I ignored all of that and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know yet, I just wanna shoot some arrows to see if my interest holds," I said, noncommittally and full of nonchalance but in all honestly, I knew I'd probably end up staying in this club.

Why? I don't know. I just felt compelled to stay here and continue to practice...like the only nice part of my life was when I used to practice Archery.

Huh...maybe I used to be an Archer? I do have a bow and whatnot.

Smiling I shook my head before walking passed the redhead and going to where they stored the bows. I felt...excited about shooting. Something inside of me wanted to shoot as many arrows as possible.

Who am I to go against that feeling, huh?