Yasu Kudo - Lounge, Chicago O’Hare Airport
I suppose if it had been me in this situation, as embarrassing as admitting it might be, I would have been a bit startled. Yasu, however, looked rather calm for someone who had moments ago been paying no mind to those around him.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Moreau. My name is Yasu Kudō.”
I wasn’t sure if Yasu was using Moreau as a nickname or my proper name. Many teachers addressed me as Moreau, it was just odd hearing it from a fellow student. However, I nodded my head in response, as to infer the pleasantness of the acquaintance.
“And yes, I had not yet learnt about the news. I had only known about the leak. Was House Quetzlcoatl aware of what happened?”
I pursed my lips. Maybe I was chasing wild geese, maybe I had a point. Heavens know this wouldn’t be the first time Kalopsia has hidden something shady to avoid the press - or perturbed parents. “Do you find it… odd… that no one had heard of this?” I couldn’t decide if I could tell Yasu. The last thing I wanted to do was waste his time with childish claims, but if House Caesar was really as close as it claimed, shouldn’t I share? It seemed the right thing to do. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but if one of my administrative staff perished tragically in a gas leak in my prestigious academy, I would have told the press to alleviate public fears… and to avoid callous rumors.” I began biting my nails. Or, at least, trying to. The gloves made it awfully awkward. Never mind, it was probably for the best. It was a nasty habit in the first place. “No, I don’t remember being told of his death. But, to be completely honest, my head was elsewhere in the last few weeks of school. It was a rather hectic time with the transferring… and all.” I hoped he couldn’t see my nervousness. The last few weeks were incredibly hectic, some may say the worst of my life, but not because of the transfer. That was actually one of the easier things. At least that was logical.
