SHIELD

The driver in question was a man in his left 50s wearing a butler uniform. That man was Robert Darcheville, the Marise family's head butler. After making sure the vehicle was decently parked, he made his way up the street and tapped on the window of the first limousine, which still hadn't been able to leave the street. If the battles between Miho and Ameryn were something habitual in the city, they still had nothing on the fights between Robert and Hagget, Ameryn's manager and caretaker. Despite the both of them being adults, they bickered in public like little children every time they saw each other and had developed some kind of strange rivalry. The level of hate they shared was such that the local authorities had had to intervene in more than one occasion... Back at the second limousine, a girl had been bracing herself for the chaos that awaited her outside her car. Ayumi's little sister; Sarah Marise, stood a good 10 centimetres above her little sister. The family resemblance between the two was uncanny that many would have difficulties telling them apart if it wasn't for her height and the 'little' sister's short hair. Unlike her sibling however, she dressed quite roughly and didn't behave quite as lady like as someone of her standing should. Perhaps this was due to her often having to be the one putting a final stop on the Miho-Ameryn wars. Sarah got off the back seat of her limousine, located her sister and quickly threw a bag full of croissant she had brought from home with an half-assed greeting. - Miho and Ameryn? – she asked in the middle of a yawn. – It’d be great if we could have a single day without having the two of them bickering about something. Ayumi simply nodded since her mouth was already full. She forced herself to gulp down the pastry so she could talk. - Well… I'm gonna wait inside okay? I’ll see you later. Sarah sat down on a nearby bench so she could comfortably admire the spectacle that was going on, while her sister forced her way towards the school yard. She grabbed another croissant from the bag, drank a little water from the fountain and was about to enter the building, but she crashed against another person she had failed to notice. The shock of the moment made her let out a little cry which, in turn, made her spill all the water and food still in her mouth on the shirt of her uniform. The girl immediately tried to stand up and apologize, but in her rush, she tripped on her own feet and face-planted in front of him. - Do you know where I can find the dean? - ... Eh? - grunted Ayumi while holding her nose. - Miss .. Samuels? The dean? - M-Mi … mimimi- - … Are you sick? The high-school’s bell rang and ms. Samuels, the dean, appeared out of nowhere, with a megaphone in her hand. She turned it on and shouted, for all to hear. - ALL THE STUDENTS IN THEIR RESPECTIVE CLASSROOMS, NOOOOW!!! The students dutifully spread out, and even the butlers and to run in fear of the dean’s killer stare. Ayumi sprang back up as if she’s been whipped in the rear, fleeing from the stranger. She arrived last in her classroom. She reached her usual spot besides Miho and hid her red face behind her math book, as if crossing anyone could result in a fatal fate for her. - Gee lady, what bit you today? – asked Miho. But Ayumi didn’t answer. - Good morning kids! The voice of mr. Howser resounded throughout the classroom. He was their math teacher, and was the one in charge of class 9ºC. He waited for all the students to sit down before walking towards his own seat. - Here, I have the results from last Friday’s exam. They’re not stellar to be frank. Only two of you lot managed to pass it… He was interrupted by the students, who were already certain of the answer. - Ayumi and Akane! - Well you shouldn’t be proud of it! – retorted the teacher incapable of hiding a smile on his face. They knocked at the classroom door, and someone came in without awaiting for a proper answer. Ayumi let out a little screech as she recognized the person who witnessed what must have now become the second most embarrassing event of her entire life. As the girls giggled and praised the new individual’s handsomeness, the guys couldn't help but loudly complain about that pedant ‘Adonis in pants’. - That’s enough kids! – intervened the teacher, trying to calm the masses – That’s right, I almost forgot. You must be the new student, correct? That is… what was your name again? - Akin, sir. Haskahi. The teacher grabbed a marker from his desk and started to copy the nefarious math problem on the board, as if making it a reminder of his students failings. - Well Akin, I have heard from the dean, that you were an excellent student. Would you mind showing me if you’re capable of solving this little problem on the board? Akin scratched his head for a few second, as if to make sure to he was seriously asking him. Resigned, he grabbed the marker from the teacher’s hands and solved the problem in a flash, making the marker screech it danced against the board and leaving the entire classroom in awe. - I-impressive Akin! – said the math teacher, surprised – You solved it fast and easy. You might even be better than Akane! The one called Akane broke her pencil in her fist, as if they had greatly hurt her self-esteem. - Well, well Akin. Look, you can take a seat over there… behind Miho. Akin let the marker fall on the teacher’s desk, and lazily strolled towards his appointed seat, leaving whispers floating on his path. Miho flashed a ‘V’ sign towards Ameryn, and the later, miserably failed to pretend to ignore her. On her side, Ayumi was trying to hide behind her long blonde hair, waiting for Akin to pass her by. - Okay, seriously, what’s wrong with you? – asked Miho to her friend in a mocking tone. - … I hate croissants! That’s what’s wrong with me! – answered Ayumi, leaving her friend even more perplexed. . . . An hour went by, putting an end to the maths class and giving way to PE. The teacher was still sick however, and the students were given an hour of self-study, during which they could do pretty much whatever they felt like. After much debate, it was decided that the students would play a match of volleyball. Akin was seated on a bench in the stands, away from his pears. - This is… ridiculous. It had been a direct order from his superior Ahoy, so he didn't have much of a choice, but he still couldn't manage to understand the logic behind her actions. What was the point of forcing him to attend school? For a an entire week at that! - It’s just so that you can get used to observe your prey’s movements. It will be easier that kill her that way later on. - I get that part – Akin answered – But what’s the point of having me play a student!? - Bah! Don’t argue with my orders brat! It’s more interesting that way isn't it? You've never been to school anyway, so now can see what it’s all about! - And who’s to blame for that? – he said, determined to show that none of Ahoy’s jokes had any effect on him.

Furthermore, all he really needed to know, he had leaned with the different books he had managed to find back at the HQ. In any case, as long as he was force to attend regular classes, he wouldn't be able to escape Ahoy’s surveillance. The only thing he could do was patiently analyse the situation and use the week he had to formulate his attack plan. And he had already started. Akin grabbed his bag, and brought out a file from it. He had just stolen it from the dean’s office. One second of carelessness was all took. The rest was but too easy… The file was an enormous dossier containing personal information regarding the Samuels High School’s students. He opened it on the ‘M’ section and scanned through it until he found the name “Ayumi Marise”… Strange. It wasn't the he had been given, but the photo of the girl matched the one he had been shown perfectly. There was no room for error… - Hum… Akin? Akin rose his head when he heard his name being called out. One of his classmates was standing right in front of him, staring at him. - Wow. You’re the nerdy type, aren't you? - … Akin tried to open his mouth so as to ask what it was that she wanted from him, … but for some reason, he was incapable of letting any sound out of his mouth. It’s not that he was incapable of socializing, but the first person he had tried to communicate with ran away from him while making incoherent noises. Maybe he had done something wrong… - Hello? - Heihn...? Great. Now he was the one letting out incoherent noises. - Look, my name’s Ameryn. You can call me Amy. – She said extending her hand – Nice to meet you. - …huh. Akin quickly put the dossier away in his bag-pack and shook her after making sure that doing so did not involve any danger. Ameryn tried to sit on his side but Akin sprung back up as soon as she did. Not in a million years would he sit so close to someone he didn't even know yet. - What do you want? - W-Well, I'm not a big fan of volleyball so I thought I’d take the opportunity to break the ice. You know, being the new kid and all that. - …Volleyball? Ameryn pointed towards the rest of her classmates, furiously playing a few meters away from them. - But, what are they doing? – he asked, wondering what could drive them to strike that while shouting like animals. - Huh… play volleyball?... Wait! You don’t know what volleyball is? Where have you been hiding? Under a rock? - …Not… exactly? - HEY HUMUS! WATCH OUT!! All of a sudden, the ball that, until a few moments ago, was happily bouncing on the court, came crashing directly on Ameryn’s stomach, completely suffocating her. - Ah… Sorry Ameryn. It slipped up. - O-OH MY F***ING GOD MIHO! Are you crazy!? You trying to make me infertile or something!? - Don’t worry Humus, stuff like you grows fast and everywhere. Ameryn stood up from the bench however she could and grabbed Akin’s arm. - Akin! I'm not feeling well. Could you take me to the infirmary? Please? - Wh-Who? Me? – he asked, on edge. - Leave him alone Ameryn, he just arrived today, how is he supposed to know where the place is? - But -! - Oh, enough excuses miss. John! You’re the class rep, take her to the infirmary! - Hmm…? Oh yeah! You’re right! The class representative ran towards Ameryn, swooped her off her feet and left the gymnasium with the girl in his arms, leaving behind the trail of the singer’s powerful shouts. - Miho! You went too far this time! - Oh, shut up Michael. …She’ll be fine. Hey Akin! Akin got back down to Earth once he heard his name being called out. - Why don’t you come down and play with us? - …No – he started. But before he could decline the offer, the rest of his classmates grabbed by the arms. Taken under such a surprise attack, Akin only let himself be taken away towards the volleyball court, on the same side as Miho’s team. Ayumi, who was also on the same team, felt her face once again getting hotter and dashed away towards the stands. - Something wrong Ayumi? – asked Michael. - No no no! It’s NOTHING! I'm just… TIRED. Yeah… let him replace me. The game started anew, and Akin had no other choice but to participate, still questioning the legitimacy of the situation he had been put in. A player from the opposite team made the first serve, and the ball went flying towards Akin. Due to to his incredible reflexes more than anything else, Akin made an impressive jump, turned on his head, and kicked the ball with all the power of his mighty legs. The force of the impact was such, that not only did it left a huge mark on the ball, but it itself ended up crashing against the sprinkler switch, usually located far from student reach. The “rain” that fall over the entire school forced teachers and students alike to abandon the building, putting an end to Akin’s first day at school. … - Oh girl! What a day! – said Ayumi talking to her best friend, as they left high school grounds completely drenched. – At least it’s still a bit warm for a September day. Miho let out a giggle. - What’s so funny? - Oh, nothing. I was just thinking that this year might turn out to be fun after all. ...

So far, SHIELD has 10 chapters if I recall, and I was about halfway through the story, so I'd say it will be about 20 chapters long. Maybe a tad longer. As for how long have I been writing... I don't know really. All my life? I've always liked making stuff up. Drawing and writing are like a second nature to me. (And by that I don't mean that I'm super good at it, just that I do it pretty much all the time).

Cool.I can't wait to dig deeper into your story.And also cool you always been writing.I didn't start myself til around 16 but I share your passion in making stuff up.For me it gives me release from the everyday boredom of the same routine.I mostly do it just for fun though.I hope lots of people visit this thread and read it cause you are very talented.And this is coming from someone that learns more from TV than books XD.So yeah I like it.

Why do you even care about the translation? You've already read it. Anyway, guess I'll start working on the next chapter.

Some of the jokes and general content were meant to be read in Spanish. Some stuff wouldn't and won't make sense if I just directly translated from it.