see the fishies {open}
Apr 14, 2010 20:59:13 GMT -5
Post by Saiichi Jun on Apr 14, 2010 20:59:13 GMT -5
It was not intentional, Sai falling asleep that is. Waking up wasn't, either. But life was full of things that weren't intended, and Sai liked it that way. He'd look on the bright side of things. For example, on this particular day, he had slept well, and everyone had seemed to resist the urge to transfer the water from the nearby pond onto his body to wake him up. That alone was a relief and well worth being happy about. Now Sai was left to roll over in the grass- laying on his chest was more comfortable. And he needed to roll over to see the lovely water in front of him. Who would want to miss that? Certainly not Saiichi.
On this day, Sai was dressed as he was normally dressed. He looked formal in his black dress shirt, and with the silky black tie around his neck. If it wasn't for his worn-looking black jeans and black vans, it would be easy to classify this teen as rather out of place. What kid willingly wore formal attire? Well, Sai did. It still felt so very strange to him not to wear a set uniform to school each day, though it'd been nearly six years since it had been required of him. He had a loose uniform, which involved a dress code and a set of colors at his first American school, but nothing like he'd had in Japan. In general, here in America, here at Hammel specifically, kids wore whatever they wanted, wherever they pleased- or, they'd wear nothing at all, as he'd quickly learned. It was a very different world. Not just for that reason; oh, no. There were plenty of cultural things that left Sai a little ... well, perhaps the word would be alarmed.
Maybe it had to do with his age- in Japan, he was a child. In America, he was a teenager. Even for Americans who lived in the states for their entire lives knew that the difference between childhood and teenage years was quite dramatic. Oh well. The thing about Sai was, he was a bit disconnected from reality, a bit slower to make connections and move on with even simple things, so there seemed to be a good chance that he'd never fully accept the American culture. There were so many small differences, and they all seemed to add up so very quickly. With the rest of his family maintaining the Japanese culture he was born into, it was hard to separate and appreciate the two cultures equally. Sai was still working on it. It was easier when he lived away from his family, when all the influence he had, for the most part, was the American one.
Sai yawned, then drew his hand along the surface of the water in front of him, tempting the fish that he knew were just out of sight.
"Sakana?"Sai questioned softly under his breath. Maybe if he called to the fish they'd answer. It seemed worth trying at least once until something more amusing came along. Sai had been at the Hammel Institute long enough to know someone was bound to come strike up a conversation- he looked so bored, how could they not, right? Sai kept himself hidden from his peers, for the most part. He didn't know nearly as many people as he should have, or rather could have. He was in class with them, and he walked the halls and ate in the same cafeteria, but he would spend his time training on his own or pestering the trainers (he didn't limit himself to 'his' trainer, he'd ask whoever didn't look busy) to help him improve his ability rather than spending an idle day like this one. On this sunny afternoon, he was only out here because the weather was nice and his ability could be very discouraging. It was time for a change, for something else to occupy his time.
"Sakana."Sai repeated, his tone sounding insistent now. The fish gave in, it seemed, and began to come to the surface to disrupt the peaceful water. Sai grinned, feeling both accomplished and amused.
On this day, Sai was dressed as he was normally dressed. He looked formal in his black dress shirt, and with the silky black tie around his neck. If it wasn't for his worn-looking black jeans and black vans, it would be easy to classify this teen as rather out of place. What kid willingly wore formal attire? Well, Sai did. It still felt so very strange to him not to wear a set uniform to school each day, though it'd been nearly six years since it had been required of him. He had a loose uniform, which involved a dress code and a set of colors at his first American school, but nothing like he'd had in Japan. In general, here in America, here at Hammel specifically, kids wore whatever they wanted, wherever they pleased- or, they'd wear nothing at all, as he'd quickly learned. It was a very different world. Not just for that reason; oh, no. There were plenty of cultural things that left Sai a little ... well, perhaps the word would be alarmed.
Maybe it had to do with his age- in Japan, he was a child. In America, he was a teenager. Even for Americans who lived in the states for their entire lives knew that the difference between childhood and teenage years was quite dramatic. Oh well. The thing about Sai was, he was a bit disconnected from reality, a bit slower to make connections and move on with even simple things, so there seemed to be a good chance that he'd never fully accept the American culture. There were so many small differences, and they all seemed to add up so very quickly. With the rest of his family maintaining the Japanese culture he was born into, it was hard to separate and appreciate the two cultures equally. Sai was still working on it. It was easier when he lived away from his family, when all the influence he had, for the most part, was the American one.
Sai yawned, then drew his hand along the surface of the water in front of him, tempting the fish that he knew were just out of sight.
"Sakana?"Sai questioned softly under his breath. Maybe if he called to the fish they'd answer. It seemed worth trying at least once until something more amusing came along. Sai had been at the Hammel Institute long enough to know someone was bound to come strike up a conversation- he looked so bored, how could they not, right? Sai kept himself hidden from his peers, for the most part. He didn't know nearly as many people as he should have, or rather could have. He was in class with them, and he walked the halls and ate in the same cafeteria, but he would spend his time training on his own or pestering the trainers (he didn't limit himself to 'his' trainer, he'd ask whoever didn't look busy) to help him improve his ability rather than spending an idle day like this one. On this sunny afternoon, he was only out here because the weather was nice and his ability could be very discouraging. It was time for a change, for something else to occupy his time.
"Sakana."Sai repeated, his tone sounding insistent now. The fish gave in, it seemed, and began to come to the surface to disrupt the peaceful water. Sai grinned, feeling both accomplished and amused.