tenipuri_xp | [log] Shishido, Shiiba

Date: A week before Shishido starts teaching at Ryuhana~
Rating: G.
Summary: Shishido needs to fill out an application, and runs into the last person he really wants to deal with at Ryuhana, Shiiba.

She had only been planning to return to her office for a scant few minutes.

For no longer, really, than it took for her to pack up laptop and close up the offices for the night. She'd started straightening the files scattered on her desk when an email popped into her inbox. One moment, she was giving a brief, if vague, reply to a benefactor of the school about the current situation.

The next, she was flipping through files, sorting her paperwork, and catching up on just about everything she hadn't gotten done in the past few days. New students files, new teachers...paystubs and tax information, tuition or donations for those families who could manage it. There was still the matter of ordering a few office supplies, catching up on a budget spreadsheet...

So many little things that once she'd sat down in her office chair, she'd lost track of time. Little things that had to be pushed aside in the upheaval f recent events. And this, she thought was a sigh, wasn't including the benefactors' dinner and auction or even the school festival. Still wearing sweats and a light t-shirt, she sat with her chin propped in her palm, her fingers curled against her lips as she keyed an email one-handed, and her hair pulled up in a sloppy, sweaty, but livable, ponytail. The office was otherwise dim, her only light beyond the computer screen coming from her desk lamp as she swore she was just going to finish up this "one last thing" before leaving for the evening.

The door stood wide open as she worked, slanting in light from the hall just beyond.

Shishido had just assumed that someone would be around the office when he came by to fill out some needed paperwork. But then, after living in Oshitari's mansion for so long where everyone kept odd hours it was easy enough to forget that rest of the world wasn't nocturnal at times. Cursing his stupidity he walked further in wondering if he could just find the forms to fill out and leave them for someone to find in the morning.

Walking around he felt like such a trespasser and hoped this wouldn't reflect badly on him. If Fuji wanted him to work here, he was damn well going to do his best to do so. Even if the whole idea of willingly coming here each night did give him the slight creeps. Moving behind a desk, he noticed a container of cookies and tilted his head, odd, he'd seen a plate of cookies on another desk when he came in. Maybe the school had just had a bake sale or something. Shaking his head he shifted some papers when he noticed a light.

Hoping that someone might be there who could help him he started down the hall, "Hello?" He called out in warning before moving into the doorway. The fake smile he had plastered onto his face to greet the person fell as he saw who it was. Just his luck....

Shiiba lifted her gaze from her computer at the sound of a familiar voice, lips parting in surprise as the equally familiar figure stepped into her door frame. Though, not quite that familiar, she thought, straightening and smiling a little at the winged mutant despite what she knew about his relationship with her other self.

"Ry--Shishido-kun. Uh…why, hello." The greeting sounded a bit flat to her ears, nervous for no good reason.

Well, expect maybe she had good reason; she wasn’t entirely sure. From what little she'd seen of this world's Shishido Ryou, he was nothing like her rufflable teammate and the relations that he had with "Shiiba" was hardly on good terms. His fallen expression was testament, if nothing else, to how much this Shishido disliked her.

She wouldn't admit that it hurt. Like the lack of X-Prime, it was something that she was going to have to endure. It wasn't as if anyone had shown interest in returning to their own home, and Ryuhana needed staff so badly. Instead, she sat up a little straighter in her chair and minimized the window she'd been in.

"I… Hanamura-sensei is out of the office for the time being, but can I help you, Shishido-kun?" she offered.

"Shiiba." Shishido said, trying to force the smile back on his face though there was little he could do to mask the disdain in his eyes. Logically, he knew that this Shiiba wasn't the same Shiiba he was used to dealing with, or so she said, but some things were hard to let go and put aside. It was easy enough with Shuusuke, they had shared memories, had been somewhat of friends beforehand. With Kite, he was new so while weird there weren't any adjustments that needed to be made, though there wasn't something about him that didn't trust with how close he was to his Choutarou, but none of this was helping him with Shiiba.

It didn't matter, he just had to get the forms, fill them out and leave. It didn't matter that he said he'd give this new Shiiba a chance, seeing her face to face he knew he couldn't do it. Not yet.

"I uh... have forms to fill out." Damn his face was starting to hurt from this fake smiling already.

"Forms? Oh…uh. Okay, sure," she agreed quickly, standing up and turning away to open a drawer to her filing cabinet and rifle through the tan folders inside. It was easier to dig through the files, her back to the other mutant, than to look him in the eyes.

Even with the smile on his face, she could see the contempt. The nastiness that had existed between him and her. Shiiba bit on her lower lip as she pulled out one folder, then another, and concentrated on keeping her temper even.

But there were just times when she loathed whoever "Shiiba" had been in this world so much.

Not that it did her any good. She was here and her other self was…hopefully not causing havoc for the remainder of X-Prime. "Form, forms…ah," she murmured instead, ignoring the indignant anger. "Hmmm…student?" she mused, pulling out two folders and still not turning to face him. "Or, no…staff?"

"Staff." Shishido said bluntly, like hell he'd be here as a student. "I've offered my services to Hanamura to teach night training... apparently it's something I did in the other world and I thought it would keep me out of trouble here." It was a bit of a practiced speech to help eliminate some suspicion when talking to certain people but even if it was a well rehearsed half-truth he couldn't keep the anticipation out of his voice at the thought of teaching. It wasn't real teaching and it wasn't quite the age group he thought he would teach but he knew if he told his father he'd be excited and offering a million tips and well that and the fact that he would be helping others sort of made him not care that it wasn't what he dreamed he'd be doing. He was still going to be an instructor and have students and he liked that thought. Not that he planned on opening himself up that much in front of Shiiba.

He could tell she was making her nervous which was yet another sign that this woman wasn't the Shiiba he had come to know and hate. Still, it didn't stop him from taking some minute joy out of her discomfort. He was a bastard for it, and maybe later he'd feel bad about it, but right now he didn't. It's not like he was being purposefully nasty or abusive after all.

"Right, staff," she agreed, slipping the file of student forms back into the filing cabinet. Then she turned her attention back to Shishido and opened the file. "Okay, so...we just need you to fill out these," she instructed, laying the forms on the desk in front of him. She took a pen from the holder on her desk and laid that down on top of them, then turned to slip the file back where she'd taken it from.

"Easy enough," Shishido said giving the chair on his side of a desk a look before deciding to just lean over the papers to fill them out. Skimming them he wondered just what Hanamura needed with all of this information but decided there was nothing he could do but start filling them out. Focusing on the forms, he could ignore Shiiba and ignore the weird creepy vibes he got that reminded him of filling out a million PR forms back in the Brotherhood.

Wings ruffled as he filled out line after line and mumbled words and letters as he wrote them. Moving on to another form, he glanced up at a Shiiba and back down. Fuji was so going to owe him for this one.

Shiiba almost suggested that he should sit down, but she stopped herself short and pursued her lips tightly as she turned back to the computer. A few keys later, she had the electronic form she used to keep track of staff, their salaries, and everything else open, and was starting to key in what little information she was sure hadn't changed from this world and her own. His name, date of birth...things that she could easily verify from the forms once she had them in hand.

Pausing in her typing, she frowned and deleted several keystrokes; certain things, she shouldn't assume, really. "There's no schedule form, but...your classes should probably be late evening, right?" That's what they had been at Tomihana, at least. "Or do you prefer early morning, before sunrise?"

"Late evening's fine. Maybe around 8?" Shishido suggested with a shrug. Another memory played at the edge of his mind, one that didn't bring feelings of loathing towards the person on the other side of the desk. It was probably from his other self, some small dormant memory about when he helped train students at Tomihana since Fuji did say he had helped out as a teacher there too. Having learned that the harder he tried to peg down a memory the more elusive it became just went back to his forms. Finishing the last one off, he skimmed through them again to make sure he didn't miss anything before handing them over. He seriously hoped being done meant he could leave now, it was harder being in the same space as Shiiba than he thought it would be. Especially since the Shiiba in front of him seemed anxious around him and didn't have the calculated look on her face like the other one often wore. It was hard to continue disliking someone who behaved in a way that made him want to be nice to them.

"Mmm...okay," Shiiba replied, distracted as she continued to type the information into her program. She took the forms as they were handed to her, checking briefly for signatures and other necessary information. "I...think that's almost everything," she murmured, not looking at him as she pulled an empty file folder from her supplies and neatly printed his name on the tag.

"I just need to know your start date, Shishido-kun, so I can pull the students' files for you and make sure that they're aware of their new class. I'll set up a mailbox for you in the staff room, and leave the files for you there."

"Start date?" Shishido asked wondering when the hell would be a good time to start. "Next Monday or something will work for me." The sooner he got started the better and if it was a Monday he'd at least have the weekend to prepare himself. He'd really have to ask around to get more information on how Ryuhana training was run. He had a feeling it was completely different than the way the Brotherhood or the Hellfire Club ran training and the last thing he wanted to was to mess things up and get fired. That would just be lame. He really had to figure out this school as soon as possible if he wanted to fit in.

"So do I get a desk too, or just a mailbox?" Not that he expected he'd be doing a lot if any desk work here but it was still nice to know. He'd need somewhere to read this mail he would be getting, didn't he?

Shiiba paused in her typing and bit her lip thoughtfully. "I…think you would get a desk, but I'll have to check with Hanamura-sensei to be certain," she admitted. "If so, I can leave the key and the number in the mail box as well." Turning, she scratched a small note down for herself on a post-it pad. "I'll also arrange for someone to give you a brief tour of the campus, just so you know where things are…" she decided as she placed her pen down and thumbed through the forms, checking out the information.

"Okay…that seems to be everything," she murmured. "I'll get everything set up tomorrow…"

"Sounds good. And don't worry about the tour, I'll just get Shuusuke or someone to show me around if I can't find anything." Yeah a tour would be a good chance to get to know one of the other staff member but he also ran the risk of just being annoyed the whole time by the person and getting into a fight and he didn't think that was a good way to start off his tenure at Ryuhana at all.

Deciding that there shouldn't be anything else, he took a step away from the desk and flapped his wings gently before tucking them behind him again. "If there's nothing else, I'm gonna fly." Despite having been chanting in his head that this wasn't the Shiiba he knew, he was still too tempted to be evil to her and the sooner he got away from the campus the happier he'd be.

"No, that's it, Ry…Shishido-kun," Shiiba assured him with her brightest smile. "I'll get everything set up in the morning for you."