Queen of Cups

Death

A.N. I wanted to tell you all that I'm so happy that you've enjoyed my last chapter and (hopefully) you had a great laugh. I try my best to give you as many updates for this week because from Wednesday I'll be less active because school. I'll announce soon when the small break begins, and I might go back to older chapters and check for errors. With no further ado, thank you all for reading my story.

XII

Death

It represents Change, End of a Cycle, Metamorphosis, Beginnings

Now, as everyone has finished their meals, the braided girl decided to let the three alone, with the condition for (Name) to not forget about her, after all... She needed girls to sit with more than with men for now.

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As if the irony wasn't big as in a random cringy Wattpad story already, the trio could see their friend now, as he was introduced by the principal to the utilities of the sport terrain.

"So now, Mister Polnareff, You have the class 12 C. The class is composed of 10 Japanese students and 5 American students."

The silver haired man took the list and looked at it. "Hmm.. do you have one in romanji? I do speak Japanese, but I still have a hard time with the Hiraganas and Kanjis."

The principal flipped the paper and shown him exactly what he needed. "We are prepared... 10 weeks. No more, no less..." Said the Japanese man, almost whispering it to Polnareff. "The Speedwagon Foundation's paying me 10 times more than I do a day for you to sit here for 10 weeks... But I need my students to learn something."

The students gathered, "prepared" for a new class. As they were aligned by the height, the principal and Polnareff were now sitting in front of the students. "This will be your new teacher. Mister Polnareff Jean Pierre. Listen to him as you did to your previous ones."

And so the principal left, Jean Pierre eyed the students and said: "For that we still have to know each other, we will let you have fun. As I've heard, class 12 A is also having sports now... Alright, get yourselves balls or rackets... Just be active. And no phones." He said and chuckled during the last part. He was 22 and most of them were basically 18-17 years. Not too far from his age. Especially Kakyoin and Kujo.

"Oy. Frenchman!" Shouted a manly voice.

"Jotaro!" Replied the silver haired man. He took a glance at his friend that was still in his uniform. "Why don't you change?"

"I am prepared. Kakyoin is waiting for everyone else to get out firstly. He's having some body issues..."

"Well... If I were him and I had a gigantic scar on my back and chest... I'd probably be scared of the comments as well."

"Well we're glad it's only me then..." Said a voice from behind.

"I'm sorry, Kakyoin..."

"Don't worry... I have to get used to my body..."

A new figure appeared, clearly slightly shorter than the men, and said "Well, it looks like you're blended pretty well, Pierre..."

"Ohoho... Mademoiselle (Name)! A pleasure to my eyes."

"Well. Noriaki, wanna play sumo?" Asked Jotaro, seeing a pair if inflatable sumo costumes.

As a reply, Jotaro got only a chuckle. But they were soon enough gone. (Name) just looked at all the students that seemed to have someone to play with. Noriaki had Jotaro... Sylvia wasn't there... She sat herself on a bench. Polnareff came along not long after.