Lavo Standard (6) (7-7-09)

After Libro melded into the body, Akichalo was running at a full clip with his two feet. Through the mutation, he appeared like a human kid save a few body parts: his ears and tail were remaining as the Cavalier’s. The naked state would make these features obvious to anyone with normal eyesight, but none came across Akichalo. While getting further apart from Suzan’s house, he hastily passed utility poles which lined his way. Posters that sported the portrait of Daryl and a caption below it dotted them, but the excitement of being a human turned Akichalo self-focused.

“Hey, this is great! I am a human! Can people see things in this variety of colors?” Akichalo exhaled a great amount of delight.

“(It’s just a return as you rescued me from them),” squeaked Libro inside Akichalo’s body. And Akichalo understood what Libro meant.

“I wished to go to school. Do you think this is a possible hope or a pious one?” whispered Akichalo in his mind. And Libro understood what Akichalo meant.

“(Uhm...maybe. It may be possible unless the time is long. I mean, we might be able to stay in the school until teachers find us.)”

The school was where Juno and Katz were having education. In the same 4th grade, Tony with his relatively large body was in charge of a separate classroom from Juno’s. As every class may have, there was a male student with wicked strength of character. In the context, the subject was Kein.

Kein loved to study Chinese, whichever subject students were studying. Even when all other students were hitting the math textbook, Kein’s best tutor was his Chinese textbook. And he quietly concentrated on writing characters in his notebook, prophesying, “The Chinese era is coming.”

“Shut up! You are noisy!” he irrationally shouted to a girl or more at times.

In the past, in a Japanese class Kein was engaging in Chinese as usual. Appointed by Tony, a female student stood up and said an answer. Yet hearing the answer covertly, Kein’s reflexes were quicker than Tony’s. “Your answer doesn’t make sense!” Kein perfected his second consecutive index-finger at the student. In no time, he began disparaging her into crying.

On the contrary, he imposed a disheartening smile--eerie and nasty one--when the answer of a student corresponded with his. And immediately, his focus returned to his Chinese textbook.

Such Kein’s intractable personality with stubbornness and selfishness earned antipathy not just from women but also men--if Tony too. As a result, the collective cold shoulders moved the desk of Kein in the very rear outermost corner of the classroom wherein desks shaped almost a square. At the nook, Kein was allowed outside views through the window.

Now, right before the lunch break the class was P.E. Under the careful watch of Tony, students were playing soccer in the school-yard. Behind small trees aligned on one side of it, the movements of soccer balls looked so irresistible that Akichalo was fidgeting.

“Libro, what do you think of that guy over here, reading a book alone? He is the game.”

Alas, there was no witness of an onslaught that Akichalo sidled up to Kein, punched his cheek and made him faint away. Then, Akichalo carried Kein across the aligned trees, stole and wore his clothes--a white set of a short-sleeve shirt, short pants, a cap and socks--which Akichalo could tuck in his ears and tail.

“(Akichalo, were there no peaceful ways?)” The question hinted that Akichalo was still the main commander of his actions.

The fit of the sportswear switched Akichalo on. He ran into the playing field, swiftly and skillfully stole the ball from a male student and began dribbling it. He ran much faster than average male kids (or even adults), deftly dodged the attempts of interception by the defenders and shot the ball. The might shaped the goal net into a protrusion.

The on-the-spot hero was Kein.

“Kein!? Are you really that Kein? How come have you hidden the skills?” students (of both sexes) and Tony were stunned by Kein’s performance.

In the shower of adulation, he was under the grace of a special effect from Libro, that made Akichalo look like Kein; While Libro looked like a melon, if there was juice of genetic data inside, he had once entered the body of Kein and copied the genetic code and knowledge of his.

“(Be careful. You should assume the nature of Kein if you want to enjoy lunch and the class after it),” warned Libro.

It was a lunch break, but Akichalo was still wearing a cap. A bowl of udon noodles, scrambled eggs with vegetables, a cup of jelly and a glass bottle of milk were provided to Akichalo as well. Just during the lunch each 5 or 6 desks were united together, but with Libro’s assist Akichalo was safely pretending to be Kein. All thanks to the enabler inside, Akichalo gobbled up the whole portion and began reading the Chinese textbook as Kein did.

Akichalo’s emotion was suppressed inwardly.

“Libro, I could use chopsticks with my fingers! And all of them tasted good! Were you sharing the same way?”

“(Akichalo, I was.)” Yes, Libro’s partner was Akichalo at the school for this time.

“(I wouldn’t have this time without borrowing your body. Thank you),” if he dreamed of living as a human some time; or, of flying as a butterfly?

Soon after putting up the tableware with trays, bowls, chopsticks and other stuff with the pot which contained the noodles, the subject was social studies. In it, although Akichalo on Kein’s seat tried to catch up with what Tony meant verbally, the absence of previous classes made Akichalo lag behind. For this reason, a female student looked so cool by fielding a question that Akichalo clapped his hands.

“I was attacked by someone!”

All of sudden one of the rear pair of doors slid open. And there, Kein, whose naked body was smudged with earth, was whining. Catching the sight, the girls began screaming.

Yet, Kein had to tell the truth.

“Who is the guy sitting on my chair!? He is not me!”

“(Akichalo, we’ve gotta go!)” Libro made the suggestion and ran pulses on Akichalo’s nerves to force him to stand up and gallop out of the classroom.

On the way, Kein was jostled aside and his cry was made louder.

The Friday was thus hell for him, but Akichalo enjoyed school so much.