They had moved to the big city a few weeks ago to live with their grandmother. Father's idea really. Evidently Grandmother was rich, and Father decided the village was no place to live. Plus the big city had a really nice private middle school, that Father wanted them all to go to. And this year was the first year of middle school for the triplets. Or maybe it was just as Grandmother said. Father was sick, and missing Mother too much to stay in the village.
Whatever the case, it didn't matter, as today was the first day of school. The girl with pinkish-orange hair had a hard time waking up though. As the first rays of sunlight poured into her room--abundant with pink, pink walls, pink bedding, pink stuffed animals, white furniture with pink decor--she pulled her pillow out from under her head, and over her eyes. She got a few more moments of peaceful bliss this way, until--
'Mari,' came a quiet voice as the corner of her pillow was raised. She could only see the eyes of her brother, the oldest of the triplets, peeking at her. And when someone with red eyes comes to wake you, it tends to be rather frightening. 'Its time for school,' he continued.
'I'm not going to school.' She yanked the corner of her pillow out of her brother's hands, hiding his creepy eyes again.
Despite being younger, the boy, called Isamu, was stronger. So he pried Mariko's hands from the pillow and then tossed it behind him. 'Of course you are. Father said so.'
That got the girl to sit up. 'I don't care what Father says. I'm not going to school. I have no friends there. All my friends are in the village.' She folded her arms, staring at her brother with her bright orange eyes.
'Kitty, did you get her up?' another male voice called from outside the door. 'Or do you need help?' Another purple headed boy with red eyes popped his head inside the room, and then shortly his body followed. 'Looks like you need help. Lemme call Miya.' He shouted down the hall, 'MIYAKO!!!! C'mere!'
Isamu turned to face his brother, and smiled softly, 'You don't have to yell you know, Mamo. Also if you call me that at school, you'll be losing to me in a wrestling match.'
'Yeah yeah, I know, you say that every year, and every year I've for the most part called you Sami.'
'THUNK.' A girl also with purple hair and cherry red eyes ran right smack into the doorframe, effectively cutting off the banter between the boys. These three, of course were the triplets. The boys were, as the doctors said, identical twins, and then there was Miya who made the triplets.
Without turning their heads, all three siblings said in unison, 'Good Morning Miya.' Clearly they were used to this sort of antics in the morning. But it was Mariko who actually did more than greet her. She finally got up out of bed, and walked over to her writing desk, and picked up a pair of black glasses. She then approached her little sister, and said, 'If you keep leaving these in here, I'm going to request that we share rooms.'
Both Isamu and Mamoru laughed, though Mamoru's was louder and more raucous than his shy brother's. 'I think, Mari, that might be exactly what she wants. You know she's your little shadow,' Mamoru said. With that, he took his twin brother out of the room, as they left, Mamo's arm around Kitty's shoulders, he whispered, 'Girls. Never will get them.'
Imaru smirked and replied quietly, 'Neither will I.'
'Says the boy who had all the girls wanting him at the end of last year. Apparently that quiet loner persona works with the girls.'
'Says the guy whose best friends were all girls, and they all adored your laugh and annoying boisterous nature. Not that you ever looked twice at them.'
'Of course not. Like I said, I never will understand them. I don't like things I don't understand.'
An hour later, the four siblings stood in front of their new school, staring at it. They were all nervously holding hands, the girls in the middle and the boys on the outside. They all were all primly polished in their uniforms, trying to look the part of city kids that meant to go here. They all squeezed each other's hands tighter as students approached them, and Imaru said quietly, 'No matter what happens, we'll always have each other...'
'Oh look... new students.' A young man with flaming red hair said. He looked like someone in his last year. 'Oh, aren't you pretty?' He reached out to lift up Mariko's chin. 'Nope. I take that back. You're too simple for me. Makes me wonder why you think you deserve to come here. Not like simple folk like you do anything after Junior high anyway. I doubt you'll even get into the high school.'
Mariko let go of Isamu's hand, and Miyako's hand, and stepped forward. Of all the siblings, she was the most hotheaded. She raised her hand as if to slap the boy, but soon felt her wrist grabbed. 'Don't, Mari,' came the quiet voice of her brother. 'Its not worth getting in trouble for.'
'Well, ain't you a wise little coward, boy.' The bully said. 'Maybe you deserve to be taught a lesson for interfering.'
Mariko and Mamoru BOTH said, 'Don't you dare touch him.' Mariko hated her brothers always interfering, but she didn't like them getting hurt by stupid people either. And well, Mamoru, while his brother was the protector of all of them, he protected his brother. Otherwise, who else would look out for him.
Just then, a teacher approached. 'Ah you must be the Masahiro siblings. If you'd follow me, we'll get you started with us.' He then looked at the red head, and said, 'If I catch you picking fights again, the headmaster will be having a personal meeting with you and your parents. And since it would be what, the third time, I don't think you'd stay in school this year.'
Mariko stepped back in line, and grabbed a hold of her siblings' hands again. And then they all followed the teacher. Mariko took a look around, as they walked taking in the other girls, seeing what they all had that she didn't. And she made a note of it. Grandmother would buy her them if she asked. She just knew it. And if not, she'd just ask Father.
It didn't take them long to reach the headmaster's office. 'Ah, these must be the Masahiro siblings.' The headmaster was a tall woman with blonde hair and purple eyes. Her face was stern, but eyes as she looked at the four siblings, and then said, 'Welcome. I'm the headmistress at the school. But you can just call me Rin. As long, of course, you aren't in my office for negative reasons.' She chuckled softly. 'Then its Headmaster Yamashita. Otherwise, I'm rather informal. Please... have a seat.'
The children looked around and then at the desk. There were only two chairs for them at the desk. 'Oh, no no, on the couch. We dragged it in here special so you could all meet with me together.' The blonde woman then dragged one of the chairs at the desk over by the couch, holding four files. She took a seat waiting for the children to do the same. She nodded at the teacher as an indication that he could leave.
Rin was very intrigued by the children as they sat down. One immediately bowed his head, this was one of the triplets she assumed, as three of them had purple hair. Another, she assumed another triplet, was instantly sticking her nose in her book, and the third of the triplets had his right leg folded over his right, and was looking right at her with a charming smile. The fourth one had taking a seat next to her sister, looking at her with a 'What do you want lady,' sort of expression. The last one seemed like she might be trouble. She of course hoped she was wrong.
'All right...' She started with the one she hoped her first instincts about were wrong. 'You must be the eldest, Mariko. Is that correct?'
'Huh, what gave me away, lady? The fact I'm the only one who doesn't have purple hair and red eyes?' She folded her arms, glaring at the woman.
'Mari,' the quiet boy told her. 'Father would be disappointed.'
'I don't care what Father thinks, Kitty!'
'I really would rather you didn't call me that...' He said. The name had come from his love of animals, and the fact he'd begged Father to buy him a kitten as a child, so he wouldn't be so alone. Father had tried to convince him he wouldn't be so alone if he actually interacted with people, but when Imaru said that he simply didn't like people, they had dropped the subject.
'Now, now, children. Mariko, there is no need to be so volatile.'
'I have no idea what that means, Miss Rin.' She said with a harumph. She did respond to the original question though. 'Yes. I'm Mariko. And I don't want to be here. And I don't like that boy.'
'The one who was so kind to introduce himself to us this morning.'
Then the charming boy spoke up. 'He called her simple, and when my brother tried to stop her from hitting him, he insulted him and threatened to fight him. All I know is he had red hair.'
'Hmm, interesting, I think I know who you speak of. I'll make sure to have a word with him.' Rin paused for a moment looking between the three purple haired children. She could guess which one was Miyako, but the boys she simply couldn't tell apart. She lifted up two of the file folders, and looked at the photos. She then looked up at the two boys. Well one of them wore sunglasses on his head in the picture, and he wore sunglasses on his head now. Maybe that was one of his quirks?
As if the more outgoing could read her thoughts, he offered her a tip. 'I'm Mamoru. I never wear my hair down, he often does. And he also ALWAYS has sunglasses on his head. That is, if our personalities weren't a give away.'
'Well then. You're Mamoru,' she nods at the one without sunglasses, 'And you're Isamu.' The quiet one nodded at her. 'Which means, you must be Miyako.' She looked at the purple haired girl, who looked up from her book. 'Yes, Miss Rin.' She said very politely.
'Well then... it looks like you three,' she handed each of the triplets a piece of paper, glancing at each as she did so, 'Are in the same homeroom, so we'll start you off there. These are your schedules.' She then looked at the 'volatile' one, and smiled, handing her the fourth sheet of paper. 'Obviously since you are in the year above them, you'll be in a different homeroom.'
Mariko harumphed and took the paper. 'Can we go now? This whole getting to know you chat has been nice and all, but I'd rather not spend the morning in this office with you, lady.' Without waiting for an answer she walked out.
'Wait Mari!' The other girl called. And then she chased after her sister.
Rin watched the two girls and then nodded, 'Well, since they've gone off, I suppose you two can go too. I hope you have a good three years with us.'
'Of course Miss Rin,' the more enthusiastic one said. Which one was that again? Isamu? No... She looked at her folder. 'I'm Mamoru,' he said with a grin. He was clearly used to this.
Isamu stood up at the same time as his twin brother and gave the headmistress a nod. 'Have a good day,' he said softly. And then he took his brother's hand and nervously squeezed it as they made their way out of the office. This year was going to be hell...