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                              █ █ April 06. It is 08 : 00 am in the roleplay. Classes start at 08 : 30!

                              █ █ Today is the first day of school. The beginning of the first term.

                              █ █ It's bright outside, sun is out! Yet, you feel chill run down your spine.

                              █ █ In the News this morning, "Three people were found dead in their rooms this
                              morning. Autopsy reports claim that they have endured severe internal damages and yet
                              not a single apparent physical trauma is visible on the victim's bodies. The reason of death
                              is still unknown as the Nagawa police department is trying their hardest to gather evidence.
                              Reports confirm the victims are completely unrelated. An epidemic or a mass murder?"

                              █ █ Despite this alarming news floating around town, people are still resuming their normal day
                              activities but you can't help but to hear all sorts of rumours. The most prominent one being,
                              "Strange and Mysterious Dreams." First the mass murder/epidemic and now strange dreams?!

                              All the player controlled high school school first years are in the same class for convenience (1-A let's say) and interactivity sake, though there may be NPC high school first years in other classes (eg 1-B, 1-C) or even in 1-A as well

                              2nd years, same situation, but separate classes from 1st years. Rp characters in 2-A, misc and NPCs can be in any 2nd year class (2-A, 2-B, etc)

                              3rd years, same situation, but separate classes from 1st years. Rp characters in 3-A, misc and NPCs can be in any 3rd year class (3-A, 3-B, etc)

                              The middle school isn't mentioned on the front page so we could make that a feeder school that's connected to the high school and structured the same but it has its own classes and the like. They share clubs too just so characters can interact with other grades more conveniently.

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                          • On the table breakfast was served. Toast, eggs and a glass of milk. Sitting across from Chigusa was no one, she was left in her own bittersweet company. The table stretched far, since it was considered the Yagi family dining table. Ironic how there was no entity under that title. She ate in silence occasionally eyeing the large window across from her as the sunlight reflected upon her dark irises. Irises - reducing due to the pale scenario.

                            After leaving the dishes in the sink, she sat down in the living room. Knowing very well she had a few extra minutes to spare. Pale hands reached for the hardened surface of the Kotatsu. Pushing a simple button on the remote controller with her nimble fingernail she switched on the television. The monotonous bantering of the news anchor filled the room. However today they were covering a new story.

                            "Three people were found dead in their rooms this morning. Autopsy reports claim that they have endured severe internal damages and yet not a single apparent physical trauma is visible on the victim's bodies. The reason of death is still unknown as the Nagawa police department is trying their hardest to gather evidence. Reports confirm the victims are completely unrelated. An epidemic or a mass murder?"

                            The news went on as Chigusa simply furrowed her eyebrows in disbelief. Her lips formed a thin line, as she checked the time on her cellphone. The female wasn't in the greatest mood, not that she was ever. Especially in the morning. However, she was busy tossing and turning in her bed so very often last night that she barely got any sleep. In between the small naps she vaguely remembers having an obscure dream. An old man in a limousine of some sort talking about destiny and such. He had a very strange banana shaped nose. Pinnochio?

                            "Welcome to the velvet room." He started, if she recalls correctly. "This place exists between dream and reality, mind and matter..." And everything after that was hazy for the teen. She blinked a couple of times, pushing away the thoughts at the back of her mind. It was just a dream, no point doting over such trivial things. She held the side of her face, trying soothe the mild headache. "I will take a nap after school." She thought to herself.

                            After exiting the Yagi residence, Chigusa found herself leisurely walking towards the direction of the school. The sky was clear for once and the weather a bit chilly. Many of the other Shohoku kids were walking towards the same direction. To her everyone seemed to look the same, no one really stood out to her. She couldn't be bothered to bump into any of the strangers either, so she walked rather cautiously most of the times. Her hands stayed curled inside the pockets of her uniform skirt as the school bag hung loosely on her right shoulder.

                            Upon walking through the entrance with a seemingly uncaring expression she placed a hand over her assigned shoe locker. The snow haired female wasn't really excited for another year of school. Everything was boring. Homeworks, rumors and bitchy girls, high school was just too cliche. There wasn't much to do in such a small town. Kids needed to somehow enlighten themselves?

                            Then again it wouldn't kill her to make an effort of trying to come in terms with her existence. Would anyone even realize if she cease to exist? She bit on her bottom lip, suppressing her cynical, disembodied apprehension. In the process of opening the shoe locker and changing into the second year school slippers, someone caught Chigusa's attention. She tilted her head slightly at her classmate's direction.

                            "Ah, Toyama?" She questioned with her reticent eyes peering from the corner of the small locker door. The second year, usually addresses her classmates by their last names. Formalities aren't necessary for people in the same age group. Especially if they were in the same year as her. However, the ulterior motive for addressing Kenji was to reassure herself of reality? Is she still here or did she walk off the plank already. A rare, unorthodox act by her.

                            Distorted images of her dream last night fogged her mind as she flinched slightly. She closed her eyes momentarily only to open them as she stared blankly at the locker. Without wasting much time she soundlessly closed it shut. All this for not getting enough sleep? Life was not fair sometimes. "We were in the same homeroom last year." She stated in a calm voice and turned to face the boy once more.

                            Chigusa gently tucked away a few loose strands behind her ear and then reached for her pocket. Moments later she took out a small piece of paper and held it out towards the dark haired boy. "Are we in the same class again?" She questioned, glancing at the little note that said which class she was assigned to be in for the coming year. And then she looked at him in the eyes once more. To be honest, she doesn't recall ever talking to Kenji and yet she had acknowledged him enough to remember his name.

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                                            The door to the Amani household quietly slid open at 7:30, among the morning bustle of a new day. While workers and guests were busy dealing with the aftermath of an early breakfast, the eldest of the Amani children made his way on tiptoes towards his resting quarters. He knew the schedule of Amani Inn's long term residents and staff by heart and had carefully planned his travels around them so he knew that the staff's onsen would be free at this time.

                                            He had barely finished scrubbing himself clean and slipped into the warm water of the bathhouse when two sets of hurried footsteps coming down the hall were heard. Yoichi's knee jerk reaction was to sink underwater so as to hide his presence, but he abstained when he identified their owners.

                                            "Ichi-Ni!"
                                            "Yoi-Yoi!"

                                            They were his younger sisters and they had shamelessly pulled open the door to the springs, a bucket in hand.

                                            "S'up," he drawled, going for nonchalant, but it came out as a half yawn. He had not slept for the majority of the night, having spent his time at a 24/7 net café. "Bath time for you girls is in the afternoo-!"

                                            He was interrupted by a torrent of icy cold water both sisters threw at him in unison. How they had managed to get their hands on such cold water could be explained by the pebbles of ice that came with it.

                                            "What the bloody f-"

                                            "That'll teach you to worry Ma and Pa! It could have been you in the news," the older of the two sisters shouted before chucking the now empty bucket at his head and leaving with angry steps. At least he was awake now and his youngest sibling had the decency of waving him good morning before leaving suite. He didn't have much time to enjoy his bath afterwards. If his siblings had realized he was back, it was only a matter of time before his parents came rushing in as well so he died himself and got dressed as fast as possible, opting to skip breakfast. By 7:50, he was already out and heading towards school, stifling yawns and muttering curses under his breath.

                                            He purchased himself a drink at the vending machines in the shopping district and, while he was taking a detour to carefully avoid a certain shop there, the jarring lights of a nearby plasma screen caught his attention. Murders. That explained a lot. It was a horrible thing, but Yoichi couldn't find it in him to really care. All of this, he will be casting it away. He just needed to stay in well-lit and crowded areas and he would be just fine, dull even, like the rest of his trip to school

                                            Yoichi arrived with much time to spare and wordlessly changed into his indoor shoes before heading towards his homeroom. He wasn't one to socialize and his classmates knew that so none bothered to greet him when he stalked into class. As usual, someone wanted to test him and had scribbled vulgar words on his desk in black ink, most likely permanent, but Yoichi paid them no mind. Instead, he grabbed the nearest desk and emptied it, ignoring that indignant gasp he received from a nearby classmate and switched it with his vandalized desk.

                                            Task done, he yawned once more before sitting down and slumping forward, head cushioned by his arms. He had hoped that he could catch a few extra Z's before his real nap time started for that was usually what he did during class, but his neighbors were chatting away about talking to the teacher about his behavior, some red sky and weird dreams. Naturally, he flipped them off before taking out his earbuds and booting up his mp3.


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                                            P E R S O N A: N/A || H E A L T H: 100% || A C T I O N (S): Sleeping at his desk
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Yomohiro Kasumi, twenty-two years old, former Karate prodigy turned idol turned math teacher. A very strange series of occupations for a relatively ordinary woman. She was up early, at six in the morning to get ready for her first day at work. After being an Idol for six years of her life, a few of which had her group top the Oricon Weekly charts, she was forced to retire due to unfortunate circumstances. Her research professor and future PhD adviser understood her feelings and managed to arrange a job for her as a math teacher out in Nagawa. It had been a year since the incident and most media coverage of it had since died down but she felt she could recover more where there were not hordes of paparazzi.

After a simple breakfast of bread and eggs and a quick shower, Kasumi put on her makeup. Years of extensive, hour long, makeup sessions as an idol made her incredibly adept and quick at applying it on herself. What would take some people half an hour to do, she could accomplish in about five minutes. Next, clothes. A white dress shirt, black vest, miniskirt, and some pantyhose later, she was looking relatively professional. It wasn't a Karate gi or a frilly Idol outfit but it suited her just fine. She might not be an idol anymore but looking good and looking sharp were still ingrained in her dressing habits.

She got to school early. First day of classes meant entrance ceremony, not that she needed to attend. The chairman of the school pushed her to become the homeroom teacher of class 3-C so she was not required to present herself as a homeroom teacher for the first years. At the same time, she was tasked with teaching math to the 3rd years only so she did not have to introduce herself at the entrance ceremony as a new teacher either. Instead, she went straight to the chairman's office, catching a few surprised looks from the people she passed in the halls. Being only twenty-two, she did not look much older than most of the students at the school, and as narcissistic as it sounded, she did know that she was considered a beautiful woman. Catching a few stares was simply par the course. She gave the chairman an introduction and a polite thank you before heading off to her class.

Kasumi stepped into her class. The clock on the wall read 8:25am, just in time to start homeroom. She took a look around. It looked like all the students were present, some of them were sitting around, chatting with their neighbors while some looked like they were still asleep. One poor sod's desk had profanity graffiti'd all over it. He eyes narrowed in a glare at it, as bullying was something she most definitely did not tolerate. The gears in her head were already turning to find a suitable way to deal with it. Nobody ever took any sort of responsibility for this sort of thing so it was not like she could just punish the perpetrator... Her phone alarm buzzed once to remind her that it was time to start class.

"Good morning class," she started, putting on a smile that was somehow both simultaneously warm and inviting and as cold as ice. "As some of you may have guessed, I am your new homeroom teacher and math teacher, Yomohiro Kasumi. Oh, and one more thing" Her eyes narrowed into a glare again, "I do not tolerate bullying, especially not in my classroom. I know none of you are likely to take responsibility for that graffiti'd desk and I don't particularly care who did it. Instead, I will introduce you to the wonderful concept of shared responsibility. From now on, if I see any sort of graffiti, the whole class must remain for cleanup and will perform a full scrubbing of every desk. I don't care if you have a club to attend either. If you skip out, just know that you might be leaving the whole class with significantly more difficult exams."

"Does everyone understand?" No response from the class. Some of them looked like they wanted to protest but they held themselves back. "Are there any questions for me?" Nobody raised their hand. Maybe she had scared them a little much or maybe they simply did not like her. Either way, this meant that she could just move on.

"Now, let's start with introductions. You may know each other but I do not, so just tell me your name, and maybe something about yourself. Let's just go in name order," Kasumi pulled out a class roster and looked at the first person on that alphabetical list."Amani Yoichi?"

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                    Today was her first day in high school, the start of the end of her childhood days. No, it wouldn't be a depressing turn of events but rather a joyous new experience. Here many wouldn't know about her, so she could start a new. Heck she might even meet some older students she knew from so long ago, some with lingering feelings still attached. At least it was a fresh clean slate, well it was what her father told her.

                    Slinking out of her room she was greet by darkness in the hallways and rooms, and the eerie quiet told her someone was not home and once again she'd be left to get ready for school on her own. After a quick run in the bathroom she found herself in the kitchen where instead of having to prepare breakfast one was laid out before her. A tall slender figure leaned over the counter, a cup of coffee in hand and in mid-sip she turned and noticed Mayu. A soft smile graced her lips as she lowered the cup and motioned to the platter of bacon, toast, and eggs. "Hey there My-My." The woman, Lori Hibeki, her father's long term girl friend. It was a surprise to see the woman standing there in the kitchen this early without her father present. Slowly Mayu moved to the table and took a seat. Lori went to the cupboard got a cup down, opened the fridge and began to pour some juice. "As you can guess your father got called in early this morning. Someone called out sick. I know he was supposed to wish you off on your first day in high school, but I'm just as good right?"

                    The woman had been dating her father for almost two years now. While she still had her own place she had the keys to the house. The woman acted like a mother most of the time, so long as they both weren't fighting over her father's attention. After being promoted to manager he seemed to just get more and more work shoveled on top of him, and the time they spent together had diminished. Mayu wasn't surprised her father had to miss, yet again, another important milestone. Still, at least Hibeki-san had shown up, she was the only cook in the house. Otherwise Mayu would have to resort to microwaveable meals for her breakfast.

                    "I understand Hibeki-san." She said between bites of toast with eggs on them. Hibeki took another sip of her coffee then placed it on the counter. "Well I best be off as well. I have a mid-morning shift and the train ride is rather long. Your dad should be home at least for you after school. Just in case I left a meal in the fridge for both of you." Dumping her coffee and washing out the mug she headed out with a wave, Mayu waved back. It wasn't like she hated the woman. At times like this she really appreciated her. It was just hard to accept her as her mother, if the two ever decided to get married that bothered her. While she never knew her own mother very well she still had pictures and stories her father had told her, not to mention this was her house. Sometimes she liked to imagine the newly wed couple together in this place, her mother frying up some tempura with laughter filling the air.

                    Shaking such thoughts from her mind she chomped down on the remainder of her food, gulped down the juice and clicked on the television for background noise while she headed back to her room to get dressed. Just as she was about to turn off the tv she saw the report regarding the recent murders.

                    [".....Three people were found dead in their rooms this morning. Autopsy reports claim that they have endured severe internal damages and yet not a single apparent physical trauma is visible on the victim's bodies. The reason of death is still unknown...."]

                    Clicking it off she placed the remote on the table, her eyes flashing with curiosity. Sure it was a tragedy but to a mystery junkie such as herself it was too much to pass up. Oh how she wished her family was involved with the police. For now she'd have to rely on rumors and gossip from the townsfolk to get any juicy details. Groaning she grabbed her bag and headed out, furious because she wanted to know.

                    On the way to school she tried to listen in on people's conversations. Most were talking about their summer vacations, romances they had planned for the upcoming year, boring things that she had little to no interest in. Another low groan escaped her lips. /I want to know more about the murders! That should get people talking!/ Somewhat defeated she let herself melt into the crowds as she marched to school.

                    She couldn't recall the rest of the journey, or when she happened to get to her shoe locker and change into her other shoes. Though when her vision finally lifted from staring at her feet she saw familiar faces. Faces she hadn't seen in a long time. While they probably didn't even know Mayu existed she knew about them. Her senpais since long ago, and a few had turned into such handsome young gentlemen she couldn't help but blush. Her memories of them were of cute, bratty kids with dirt smeared on their faces, but all dressed up in school garb with nice hair cuts, her heart skipped a beat.

                    With her cheeks still flushing red she scurried along the outside of the halls, avoiding eye contact with anyone else as she made her way to her class and took a seat and buried her face in her arms hoping no one noticed her.

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                                                  • Snuggling her pillow close to her body, Hotaru groaned when the alarm of her phone insisted she greet the day. Curling up into a tighter ball, the phone remained ignored. After some time, the alarm gave way to her. Smiling into the pillow when her phone finally shut up, Hotaru smacked her slips and chuckled. In another fifteen minutes, it would come back to disturb her rest. Of course, she wasn't planning on surrendering to the enemy. No no! There was another far greater adversary living under her own roof–two of them, actually.

                                                    As the androgynous high school student willingly allowed herself to submerge back into the glorious land of dreams, she heard the door to her room open. The sound of bare feet walking across the floor to the blonde's beside mixed in with her steady breathing. After a few seconds, she felt someone tugging on her pants. When Hotaru tried sliding the leg of hers which was sticking out of the bed back under the covers, the intruder's grip only tightened–tugging on the fabric.

                                                    "Hotaru-neechan?" came the voice of a little boy.

                                                    All Hotaru gave was a groan. This was not enough for the child. Grabbing her leg with both hands, he tried shaking her awake. Again, Hotaru groaned–however, it sounded more like a malfunctioning motorcycle with the agitation the boy was putting on his big sister's body by shaking her. He kept doing this for around five minutes with not the slightest signal that Hotaru would get up. Fortunately, backup arrived.

                                                    "TARU!" this time, a female child burst in–propelling herself onto her big sister.

                                                    "AGH! Wha–?! Huh?! Chiy–oof!" Hotaru cried out. Her little sister jumping onto her was enough to snap her awake. In Hotaru's disarray, she fell off the bed. Rubbing the back of her head, she hissed through her teeth at the pain. Just a spell of bad luck coming to greet her this morning. "Ow… That's gonna leave a mark. Shit!"

                                                    "Oooo! You swore" Masaru scolded, shaking his head.

                                                    "So I did. You'll forgive me, won't you, Masaru?" Hotaru jokingly pleaded, scooping her little brother up into a hug. Shooting him a pitiful look, she pretended like she was going to cry. Then, she attacked him with tickles. Masaru could only hold back his laughter for a few seconds before giggling like a maniac. "Oh, please don't tell Mama and Papa warden!"

                                                    "Taru, we're hungry!" Chiyoko whined, grabbing Hotaru's arm and attempting to pull her up.

                                                    Putting Masaru down, Hotaru stretched–flinching when the pain surged through her again. "Man. You two get up so early. Mom and dad are gone again?" Staring up at their big sister, the younger siblings nodded. Ushering her brother and sister out of the room, Hotaru motioned for them to wait for her downstairs as she got ready. Since it was Monday, she decided to make them blueberry pancakes to help get them through the morning. Good thing they were at the ages where they could help her with breakfast and fixing up their lunches, but she still had to be careful.

                                                    "Taru?" Chiyoko came back, saying Hotaru's name so sweetly.

                                                    "What is it?" Hotaru smiled.

                                                    "What's this?" Chiyoko grinned, waving one of Hotaru's questionable video games.

                                                    "Ack!" snatching it from Chiyoko's hand, Hotaru slammed her door shut. Pressing a hand to the side of her face, Hotaru lowered her head as she flushed red. From the other side, she could hear Chiyoko howling with laughter.



                                                    "Hotaru-neechan, can we watch some T.V. before we leave?" Masaru begged, calling to her.

                                                    "Sure. We have to leave soon, so I don't know what you'd be able to watch," Hotaru replied, coming back from walking the dog. Ginta usually stayed outside in the little garden adjacent to their home. Thankfully, he was a good boy who didn't cause her trouble, so he could be left alone.

                                                    "Three people were found dead in their rooms this morning. Autopsy reports claim that they have endured severe internal damages and yet not a single apparent physical trauma is visible on the victim's bodies. The reason of death is still unknown as the Nagawa police department is–" diving for the remote, Hotaru tumbled as she grabbed it from Masaru's hand and turned the television off. Standing up, Hotaru's back was to her siblings as she shivered. Eyes enlarged, she held the remote with both hands. Trying to calm down her trembling, she really hated stories like those. They freaked her out. She always did her best to hide her fear.

                                                    "Taru! We were watching that!" Chiyoko complained. Staring at Hotaru, the little girl tilted her head. "Are you okay?"

                                                    Turning around, Hotaru gave a hearty laugh–a hand behind her head. Setting the remote down, she ruffled Chiyoko's hair. Protesting, Chiyoko swatted her hand away. "I'm fine, Chiyoko, but you kids shouldn't be watching stuff like that. Go get ready. It's time to go." Making up an excuse for herself, Chiyoko and Masaru exchanged a look. Getting up, they headed for the door.

                                                    "Damn. That scared the crap out of me," Hotaru shivered.

                                                    "You swo–!" Masaru shouted, but he was cut off.

                                                    "I know, I know! Don't be like me, kids" Hotaru laughed, trying to block the news out.



                                                    Rushing into the school, Hotaru fired a greeting at all of the familiar faces, her friends, and even fresh first years. She would have liked to stop and chat, but she was already running behind schedule. She was the type who usually got to class quite early. Chiyoko refused to let her go to school until she promised to play tea party with her at home. When she did reach Class 3-A, the entrance was not so smooth. She could not stop her running in time, so she collided with the door and fell onto her butt. Caused a rather loud bang, she did. Cursing under her breath, she collected herself. Slowly opening the door, she brushed it all off like nothing happened.

                                                    "Good mornin'. Sorry about that," Hotaru smiled, nodding respectfully to the teacher Yomohiro Kasumi. Gathering all her dignity, she walked to her seat.

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                                            M O O D: Bored || L O C A T I O N: Homeroom 3-A || C O M P A N Y: Nakajima H., Setsuko M., Yomohiro K.
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                                            Blissfully unaware of his surroundings, Yoichi had just managed to fall into a light sleep when his name was uttered. Conditioned since his childhood to react to it, he cracked a bleary eye open to stare at the woman at the front of the classroom. She looked expectant, but she wasn't staring at him or the likes; instead, she was trailing her gaze from one side of the classroom to the other which perplexed him. Clearly, he had not heard a single word she had said before his name had been brought up, but he could detect his classmate's unease, something that had him on high alert.

                                            Under normal circumstances, his name would only be called when he was being accused of committing whatever mess had befallen their classroom and specific individuals would be happily smirking at the back of the class over his supposed mishaps. This time, however, it was dead silent as though someone had sucker punched all of Yoichi's classmates in the guts. The janitor would also need to come by to pick up all the jaws that had dropped onto the floor.

                                            A clatter cut through the uncomfortable silence and an almost audible sigh of relief could be heard when a fair-headed girl walked into class, muttering a greeting and an apology. It effectively dissipated the built up tension in the classroom and snapped the other students out of a shock-induced trance.

                                            "Psst," said a voice behind Yoichi in the midst of the confusion. "She's taking the attendance. Raise your hand and say something about yourself, dammit."

                                            Okayyyyyy. So it had been just that. "Here, ma'am. And wishing I wasn't. Not much else to say about me," he finally said as he pulled his arms up to stretch his back muscles. He went even as far as to squeeze another yawn into the gesture before slumping sideways, resting his head on his hand to look out the classroom window. Though he had tried to keep a neutral face, he had failed in every other aspect as "bored" was practically scrawled across all of his actions.

                                            He had already ceased to pay attention to the woman that will be his homeroom teacher for his last high school year and was just itching to flop back down to continue his nap. He wasn't here to make memories after all.



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                                            ( M A R E )The dream, the weird dream from the night before, was still plaguing the lad's memories.

                                            The dream in which there was a man with a nose that was longer that he thought was ever possible. A woman sat near him, talking to him. The surrounding scene was of a limo with endless movements outside of the windows. The man spoke in a strange tone and called the place something he had never heard before. The Velvet Room. After that, everything blurred together and before he knew it, the dream was over.

                                            It caused Kenji to be awake early. He was awake at four in the gosh darn morning and he tried, he really did, to go back to sleep. In only a few hours was he supposed to get ready for the new school year. But he couldn't sleep. Not after that dream he had with the strange man and the strange woman. Every time his eyes closed, all he saw were their faces. It was a strange dream, nothing that he ever had before. Really, who even dreamed of something like that?

                                            Kenji didn't dwell on it for more than an hour, for once it hit five thirty a.m., he figured he could at least get ready for the day.

                                            And his morning routine consisted of him spending nearly an hour in the shower, until the hot water ran cold. And then a few minutes of him getting dressed and tying his usual scarf around his neck. And then another few of him spending time with his hair, trying to get it to look like perfection. Or as much perfection as hair like his could be. Not much, really. It looked the same whether it was wet or dry anyway.

                                            When he was done fiddling with his looks, he had made himself a small breakfast and sat in front of the television as he ate. Yes, as a child, Kenji wasn't allowed to watch the television. But ever since they had moved the year prior for his dear, sickly mother, they had a television in his house. Kenji never watched it aside from watching the news. ....What? The news was interesting! It told stories of things that usually happened around the world and everything was quite fascinating! Or mostly, for that matter.

                                            As he ate his breakfast, he flicked through the channels, trying to find something of interest.

                                            Nothing caught his eye.

                                            "--nd dead in their rooms this morning. Autopsy reports claim that they have endured severe internal damages and yet not a single apparent physical trauma is visible on the victim's bodies. The reason of death is still unknown as the Nagawa police department is trying their hardest to gather evidence. Reports confirm the victims are completely unrelated. An epidemic or a mass murder?"

                                            Wait... what?

                                            He knew that he should've changed the channel that morning, but something kept him watching that news story, listening to the anchors talk about it. Trying to decide if it was an epidemic or a mass murder.

                                            He didn't even finish his breakfast that morning.

                                            When the clock struck 7:45 a.m., Kenji left his house silently. His parents were both asleep and he didn't want to bother them. He'd surely make up for it later by making dinner or something, probably. As per usual, the walk to the school was uneventful and he found himself watching people as they met up and talked to each other about only god knows what. He found himself to only be a little jealous.

                                            At least... at least this year he swore to himself that he'd make at least one friend.

                                            He just hoped that he could stick to that.

                                            Upon arriving at the school, Kenji nearly fell down. Not from being pushed or anything, no. Mostly from the overwhelming sense of being in an environment he wasn't normally used to. He just recently started going to a public school about two years ago. And being back in a public school, high school nonetheless, while also being friendless, was just plain awful. He sighed and picked himself up, only to stride towards the shoe lockers. He got to school earlier than planned that morning and as he changed his shoes to a pair of slippers, he debated on what he could do until class started.

                                            Read or doodle, really. He'd probably just doodle and pretend that he wasn't listening to everyone's conversation's around him.

                                            But as he shut his locker door, he didn't get the chance to turn and head to his class to do that doodling and listening.

                                            For a voice, one that was maybe only slightly familiar, stopped him.

                                            Kenji turned towards where the voice came from and he stared at the white haired girl for a moment, before he glanced over both of his shoulders. "Are you... t-talking to me...?" he asked quietly, as he turned his gaze back towards her. That was... weird. No one ever talked to him. He nervously raised his hands and fiddled with his scarf as he tried to cover his reddened cheeks. He hoped the girl didn't see them. He didn't want her to know how embarrassed he was already.

                                            She mentioned how they were in the same class the year before and then she showed him a piece of paper and asked if they were in the same class again.

                                            Kenji just stared at her, before he turned his eyes away and tried to look at anything but her. He reached a hand down and dug around in his pocket, before he pulled out a matching sheet of paper. He reluctantly held it out in front of him, "Same... same class... yay?"

                                            At that moment, he couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

                                            He silently prayed that it was a good thing.



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                      • Chigusa pursed her lips due to the perplexity caused by the boy's response. Maybe she let curiosity get the best of her when she decided to address him. "I can see spirits. I was just talking to the one haunting you." She stated brusquely with a firm expression. Did the white haired teen step on Kenji's future plans? She pondered in silence. Then again unlike the ones who shoot jabs at her on a daily basis his demeanor seemed inviting. Thinking back, she had never heard him utter a lot of words and she wasn't the one to pay attention to other people's business. "I'm joking." She added after a few seconds of wallowing silence. Well at least for one of them. She was not quite aware of her brooding face when it comes to jokes, expressions matter to make them seem humorous. Unfortunately she wasn't aware of that little detail.

                        Unaware of the boy's flustered face the female glanced at the little note that her classmate held out towards her. Wait, did he just say 'Yay'? What an odd boy. As her glassy eyes darted towards Kenji once more she noticed him fidgeting his fingers along the scarf around his neck. "You're going to suffocate yourself if keep on tugging on it so much." Her words were unmindful as she raised an eyebrow at him. Did he happen to think that the ghost joke was real? "Are you scared of . . . ghosts or something?" She stretched out a free hand and took a hold of the fabric of his scarf with her frail fingers. Chigusa gently tugged it downwards and observed his expression soundlessly.

                        Kenji was red like a tomato. Why? "Oi. . . are you sick?" She questioned letting her hand fall by her side once more. "Tomato. . ." She whispered as her nose wrinkled. She hated tomatoes.

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                                                                    Where?: Class 3A ♦ Feeling?: Curious, Impatient ♦ Thoughts?: 'Who got killed?'

                        Fumi blinked awake to a too bright sky and her feet poking out the edge of her blanket. She squinted, sniffed, and then sneezed. "Ugh", she mumbled, wiping her nose and blurry eyes (though not at the same time). Today just wasn't her day. 'Although', she mused as she padded across the floor, unfortunately barefoot and devoid of pants, 'grandma's not gonna be up until noon with the allergies this bad.' Fumi tilted her head, musing over whether or not her own stuffy head was worth avoiding the pointed looks of disapproval.

                        She decided that she was glad not to see grandma so early in the morning, despite the fog the congestion cast upon her mood. Narrowly, Fumi avoided sneezing on her toast, and instead coated it in a liberal layer of strawberry jam. She slouched over the counter and turned on the tv - something that would never be allowed with her grandmother present. Fumi's eyebrows shot up as she saw the headline scroll across the bottom of the screen. A murder? Here?

                        Fumi fumbled to turn on the closed captioning. She chewed impatiently as the subtitles lagged behind what she could read off of the reporter's lips.

                        ... ... ...

                        Three people!? Liquefied innards? Not so much as a bruise on the outside? Fumi's fingers twitched, and before she knew it her phone was in her hands and she was typing out a message with cool, steady hands. She addressed it to a small group she'd kept in touch with over the break, and then sent it.

                            You: ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ Uwahh did you see the news this morning???

                            Nana-chan: It was so scary! I'm gonna run all the way to school today. =͟͟͞͞ =͟͟͞͞ ﾍ( ´Д`)ﾉ

                            Salmon: Nooooo! I'm staying home! Inu-kun will protect me! V●ᴥ●V

                        Fumi narrowed her eyes at the last message, something about it seeming... off to her. She began to type out a response, more slowly this time. It read:
                            Didn't they all die in their bedrooms? owo;; Maybe you should come to school!

                        She was scanning the message once more when a door creaked open. Fumi snapped her phone closed and lunged across the table to turn the television off. Just in time, because her grandfather shuffled into the kitchen, looking at her with soft and sleepy eyes. She gave him her best innocent look, and he blinked at her, and then the old clock on the wall. "Good morning, Fumi-chan," he mumbled, "I thought it was a school day today?"

                        "Yes?" Fumi responded, following grandpa's gaze to the old clock. Her jaw dropped into a soft 'o' shape as the seconds ticked by, and then she blurred into motion. "Oops - Bye!" She wasn't that late, but she'd intended to arrive early on her very first last day of high school to officially meet a few classmates. She supposed that this was exciting enough to warrant a nice run. Fumi reached the school in record time, noting the time as 8:15 as she flipped through the messages she'd missed. Nothing except more hysteria. She wished that she'd sent her own message. It might have stirred the pot at least.

                        Neither seeing nor hearing anything particularly engaging in the entrance hall, Fumi flitted over to the bathroom. She made a show of fixing her wind-mussed hair. "Good morning," she greeted the girl next to her - someone with dark brown hair, buns, and red unfocused eyes. A second year that Fumi'd met in passing, if she remembered correctly. (She would have to check the yearbook for the girl's name later.)

                        The girl blinked at her and smiled. "Uhh, Takaya-senpai," she responded, apparently glad that she remembered her name. "Good morning. I... thought you liked to get to class early?"

                        Fumi brushed her hair back again, and set about pulling it back into a ponytail. "That's true," she said sheepishly, "but look at my hair. I got nervous and ran all the way here. You heard the news, right?" Fumi made a face and mumbled something about Nana-chan being a bad influence. "I know that nobody was found outside of their home, but I guess I was feeling a little irrational."

                        The other girl dropped her gaze. "Yeah it is scary. I'm afraid it's going to give me nightmares. Having too many vivid dreams is bad luck you know?"

                        "Hmm?" Fumi made a curious noise. It sounded like the girl really believed it. Dreams weren't exactly on her radar, but her curiosity was piqued anyway. Her phone continued buzzing in her pocket and she checked the time - there wasn't enough to ask about what that meant before class started. How disappointing, but she supposed her grades were more important than a serial murder. "That's terrible - but my Obaasan swears by lemon balm tea with honey before bed. Sleep well! I'll see you around." Fumi checked her ponytail one more time and made her way to class.

                        She ended up sitting in a spot she didn't mind - right up against the wall, near-ish to the front but mostly in the middle. She eyed the new teacher with some amount of curiosity, but she barely knew the old one, so, well, she didn't really care. Fumi greeted a few of the people who walked in after her with friendly smiles, trying to keep track of which faces were present or not. She was narrowing down whether people she knew had been murdered or not - and which ones had been crying. Speaking of emotional outbursts, she used one hand to type out a final message before the teacher began to speak.

                            You: Stop scaring me! I don't know if I'll be able to sleep with someone sneaking into my room to kill me! o(╥﹏╥)o But I guess it's better to be awake and prepared than having nightmares for weeks!

                        Her phone lit up with messages, but Fumi slipped the phone back into her bag. She could always read them later - she'd attract the wrong kind of attention if she couldn't wait. The introductions were fairly typical, with the new teacher asserting her dominance and mostly standard introductions from the students, with a few exceptions. She gazed across the room disinterestedly until the roster made it to her.

                        She stood, as expected of her, and said: "Good morning! My name is Takaya Fumi. My favorite game is Egyptian Ratscrew and I recently moved here from the Kansai region." Fumi decided that she'd said enough and sat back down. She'd continue listening until class started - hopefully soon.

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                                                          • "One... two... three..."

                                                            No pain no game. That was how the saying went, right? There's a price to pay for being beautiful? Or was it perfect? No, practice makes perfect. Regardless of the saying, there was a lot of work that was needed to be put in it be absolutely stunning. And thus, there was a lot of work that was needed to be put in to be Seiko Morigawa.

                                                            "Nine.. Ten.. Eleven..."

                                                            That was why, at 5:30 in the morning, the long-haired blonde stood out in her backyard, with a thirty-pound atlas ball doing deep squats.

                                                            Ah, yes. Deep squats.

                                                            "Eighteen... Nineteen.." she paused to take in a deep inhale, feeling the fatigue starting her her arms. She focused her eyes on a spot in front of her, pretending as if she was simply holding a... A cat! Yes! A soft, lightly, fluffy, adorable little cat. Holding a cat would never make her arms quiver with the pain of early morning fitness. No, a cat would simply bring her joy. Yes, joy. That was what she felt right now. Puckering up her bottom lip, she dipped down... one last time.

                                                            "TWENTY!" she called out, straightening her legs and reaching forward to place the heavy ball on her picnic table before her. Feeling her arms burning, she placed her hands on her head and began to pace slowly, breathing in deeply through her nose and out through her mouth. Despite the pain, she knew this was what was needed to keep her arms toned, and her booty.

                                                            We'll just leave that to your imagination.

                                                            Grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her neck, Seiko walked into her house from the back door. She immediately made eye contact with her brother who was sitting at the kitchen table, who lifted an eyebrow at her while biting into a piece of toast. "You're up even earlier than usual for your ridiculous antics," he muttered through chews. Seiko walked over and stole his other slice of toast, biting it off before waving it before his face. The carb craving was already real after squats.

                                                            "I had a really freaky dream this morning, Seichii. Left a weird feeling in my tummy. All I really remember is being in a pretty nice limo. My big shot at fame maybe? But then this guy showed up. Kinda small and creepy. It was a beginning of some Silent Hill turned Sonic the Hedgehog rpg man, I'm telling you. Figured it was nothing a little early morning workout could help," Seiko explained after swallowing the bite of toast. She stuck her tongue out, displeased with the dry feeling in her throat. She walked over to the stove and put up the kettle for tea. She turned when she heard her brother beginning to chuckle.

                                                            "There is something so wrong with you. I'm sure the press will love hearing about your little Playstation adventure games during a photoshoot," Seichii mused, causing Seiko to sigh in annoyance.

                                                            "You don't talk during a photoshoot Ichii, gosh," Seiko sighed. Her brother simply shook his head before getting himself ready and heading out to work. Seiko waited patiently for her water to boil. She watched the sun starting to peak out from the edge of town, coming up for the first break of day. Even after the workout, it was hard for her to shake the feeling left behind by that strange, ominous dream...

                                                            - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

                                                            After a nice hot cup of tea, a long cool shower, and at least an hour devoted to primping her hair, face, and outfit, Seiko walked through the front doors of her school looking flawless. She greeted her schoolmates in the hallway with an award-winning smile, giving waves an attention to all that she saw. A couple of new faces.. first years most likely. She figured she would know most of them by the end of the first month of classes. It was extremely convenient to have basic knowledge on absolutely every person walking through the halls of this school. It was her way of figuring out who was a threat or not.

                                                            She walked into class rather early and took her seat. She opened up her notebook and wrote down the date, dotting her "i" with a heart. She almost cringed at her own behavior. She kept her phone out on the side, flipping through the internet to catch up on the events. The first headline that popped out to her was about three being found dead in their rooms. A murder? A strange feeling sunk into the pit of her stomach. She bookmarked the link in her phone to read later. Now, she kept close attention on those who were in her class.

                                                            She hissed at the first few faces she saw. Takaya, Fumi and Amani Yoichi. Not the best start to her morning. Fumi had already proven to be a bit of a threat to her image.. she would have to be on extra alert this year. And Yoichi.. well.. she actually hadn't remembered the last time they interacted. The few times she tried to actually reach out, nothing rare for her to do with others, he simply brushed her off. It was a bigger kick in the a** to her than anything else. She heard the teacher speak her name, and she delicately took to her feet and flashed a brilliant smile, "My name is Morigawa Seiko. Please, just call me Seiko. I love fruit smoothies and spray roses. I can't wait to get to know some of you, and get to better friends with the rest. Let's work for a great last year together, everyone~" she ended with a cute giggle. Nailed it. Nailed. It. She sat back in her seat and gave a content sigh.








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"I guess that's everyone," she said, smiling that fake, warm yet cold, smile of hers. She had not given a real smile in nearly two years, not since the incident. At any rate, it seemed that the students were a mostly cheerful bunch, barring the first student she called. Plus, there was that foreign looking girl, the blonde with the fake smile. Having worn the same sort of smile for eight years now, she knew how to spot another. The makeup and the fake personality reminded Kasumi of herself, but that was all that reminded Kasumi of herself. Kasumi decided not to think too deeply about it, the kind of girl that the queen bee girl reminded her of was usually not the type to directly cause trouble for the teachers.

"So would anyone like to volunteer themselves for class representative? We need a male and a female," Kasumi said, checking off the next box of her to-do list. She had not had to do anything like this since middle school. Her high school did not even have a student council, let alone class representatives, due to the more specialized nature of its students. Who was the class representative in her middle school years? It was a egoistical nice guy, if she remembered correctly. A genuinely nice guy but the kind who expected everyone to be nice to him in return. Kasumi did not hate that sort of person but it was not like she could just pick out who was that sort of person out of a crowd of strangers.

"How about nominations? Would anyone like to nominate someone else?" Maybe it was too egoistical of her to expect people to just volunteer in order to suck up to her. Nominations were not something she wanted to mention but something she still had to. Nobody ever wanted to be nominated, it was the equivalent to having a role nobody wanted forced upon you. Plus, it was not like 3rd years cared about the perks of being a representative. It was not like they could build a voterbase to get on the student council at this point anyways.

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In the lantern-lit attic of an out-of-place Victorian mansion on the outskirts of Nagawa, while most of the 19 chosen to fight through fog and false selves slumbered, one soul was yet awake. While the others dreamed of a strange prophet with a long nose, the youngest one tried to stave off a dark vision. The hands of the youth trembled as she held them out to perform a strange benediction, a crystal pendulum swaying between her outstretched fingers.

"Di-es irae…di-es illa…sol-vet saeculum in favilla…teste David con Sibylla…."

Fujiwara Kasumi had been awake all night, keeping vigil over a magic circle and trying in vain to curb the spirits’ moaning. Three candles, three souls swallowed by the fog, each snuffed out by the shadows under a red sky, they cried. The unfortunate ones shared the same fate: the Devil, the Seven of Swords, the Five of Wands, and finally, Death, all in reverse. There was not much Kasumi could do except try to quell the spirits’ despair and pray for the safe passage of those marked by Death. Though the first three were doomed to cross the River Styx, the fate of Nagawa hung yet in the balance. The day of Wrath was fast approaching, but there were souls yet living who could halt its arrival. Souls whom, oddly enough, had also been marked by Death and pursued by the darkness…Kasumi prayed for them, too.

“Quan-tus tremor est futurus…quan-do iudex est venturus…cunc-ta stricte discussurus…”

The three candles in the center of the circle flickered out, one by one. Little Kasumi continued the ritual as the sun slowly materialized in the spring sky, ushering in the day Kasumi awaited almost as anxiously as the Day of Judgement: the first day of the new school term. The thought made her grow weary...

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The girl awoke not in the attic, but beneath the rich ebony canopy of her four-poster bed.

"How…?” the girl began as she stirred under her velvety comforter.

"Ah, you’re awake, darling. Fufufu…Mother and I were worried about you, so we brought you down from the attic,” her father crooned flamboyantly as he poured a cup of mugwort tea. “You mustn’t overuse your powers so; it dulls the other senses. Would you care for some toast and jam?” he offered. Though he styled himself as an imposing Romani fortune teller, the obviously Japanese man had a warm, albeit eccentric, demeanor.

Her mother, clad in a snow-white kimono, motioned toward a breakfast tray. “Here you are, dear. You must eat something. Grandfather tells us you’ve been channeling for days now,” the pale-faced woman knitted her brow. “Have you made any progress?”

Kasumi ignored the question, sitting slowly upright. "What time is it…?” she asked groggily, eyelids still heavy with sleep.

“Why, I suppose it’s about a quarter to nine,” her father shrugged. “Why do you ask, my sweet?”

“Why didn’t you wake me up,” Kasumi countered flatly. “I’m late for school.”

“Oh my, is it that day already?” Mrs. Fujiwara asked blithely. "How quickly the seasons come and go!"

“Besides, you looked so adorable sleeping there, my sweet Kasumi,” Mr. Fujiwara cooed. “How could we possibly disturb you? Hohoho.”

Kasumi reddened slightly. “I…I have to go…” she said softly.

“Oh, very well,” her mother conceded. “If you simply must. May the Fates be kind to you this day.”

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And so, Kasumi arrived at school a half hour later, slinking down the halls of the school building like a shadow. On her way to math class, she overheard voices coming from the girls’ restroom.

“Did you hear about the dead bodies? I heard they were cursed,” uttered the first.

“Yeah, I bet Spookywara did it,” the second girl snorted. “Wasn’t she going on and on about some type of weirdo disaster happening last term?”

“Yikes, you’re right!” the first girl all but shrieked. “She’s mega creepy, huh!? Better to just ignore her. I don’t want to end up hexed. Anyway, did you hear about the bargain sale at the Shibuya 109…?”

Kasumi’s expression didn’t change, though her heart sank a little. Why did no one believe her prophecy…? She’d never been wrong before. She would need allies to aid her in the upcoming crisis, but no one seemed to care about the fate of the world. Such a shame...

She hesitated a bit on her way to Math, one of her least favorite classes. She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a flyer she had produced a few weeks before. She’d already gone to work plastering them around the high school. It read:

Supernatural Society Interest Meeting.
For those who want to explore the spirit realm.
April 6th, after school in the library.
Let’s solve the Unknown together.



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                                    On the edge of the 7th town block, located around the corner of several small convenience stores were a group of tall, high end apartments. The complex building was over twenty stories in height and the further up one ventured, the nicer and more expensive the apartments got. Suffice to say, anybody who owned either the top floor, or the one beneath it was probably a son or daughter of extremely wealthy individuals. Judai fit this profile well, and he not only owned one of the floors... but both.

                                    He spent that specific morning as he spent most of his mornings: got up exactly two hours and fifteen minutes before the bell at any of his schools would ring. Took a fifteen minute shower, took ten minutes to put on his uniform, and then spent twenty-five minutes cooking and eating breakfast. By the time he was done, he dedicated ten minutes to brushing his hair, teeth, and whatever else he had to do to look good and smell good.

                                    With an hour and fifteen minutes left, the male stood, blue strands falling into his face as a gentle ruby gaze, peered curiously from beneath dark lashes. He lingered in front of his white grand piano, smoothing his long, pale fingers across the surface of the guard that hid the keys. Relieving the keys of this safety, he sat on the bench in front of it, closed his eyes.

                                    One. Two. Three.

                                    So it had begun - music erupted from the instrument.

                                    Forty-five minutes on the dot had passed with his hands stroking the black and white musical portals beneath him, the sound of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata resounded throughout his apartment. He probably had Beethoven rolling in his grave - Judai had made the music his - it was faster, and more needy. He always let his emotions spill out across his music. Really, it was his only outlet.

                                    It took exactly fifteen minutes to get to school, two to change shoes from his locker, and three to find his classroom, 3-A. He arrived with ten minutes left before the bell, finding a window seat near the back so he could read in peace. As all the students arrived, he briefly glanced up but did nothing more to show interest and went back to his book.

                                    The teacher was calling roll, and apparently they were supposed to introduce themselves and reveal a small piece of information on themselves, from what he had caught from a couple other students whispering. When his name was called he stood up, his back straightened and his gaze unwavering, then he bowed politely towards the class.

                                    "Ueda, Judai." The male uttered cooly, so that everyone had a chance to take in his name, before continuing. "I enjoy reading and music." He continued cryptically - they were pretty generic, but that was what he wanted to convey. In fact, he had completely left out that he was a new transfer. He didn't want to spark any particular interest in himself. People never committed fully to being friends, anyway. The thought was constantly nagging at him.

                                    Then the teacher asked the class if anyone wanted to be the class representative. So much for remaining inconspicuous. Judai touched his forehead, a light, wry smile capturing his face momentarily before he stood up. It would look good on his applications, no matter where he decided to go. He probably would of run for student body president, had he not been new to the school. "I would be honored to be the male class representative." He replied, not yielding any emotion.


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                                                          • Seiko had to check into her own emotions when Fumi spoke her name. So strongly did a click of her tongue and an eye roll want to escape. No matter how she looked at it, Fumi just rubbed her the wrong way. She was too bold and headstrong. Plus she was pretty. That was never a good thing. Instead, she channeled her energy into the grandest smile she could muster. She turned her head to face in Fumi's direction, and spread her lips to give a white, teeth-showing smile. She graced her presence even more with a little wave, fluttering her fingers in a friendly notion. With a soft giggle, she turned back to her seat and looked down immediately at her phone. Gross. Whatever, it was just another way to show her classmates just how sweet she really was.

                                                            She picked up her pen and began to scribble on her notebook. Her brain raced with an outfit idea for one of her rpg characters from her online game, however she pushed that inspiration aside and instead drew..... a flower. Yes. A flower. That was cute, right? Perfect. All onlookers onto her notebook would see just how cute, classy, and adorable she was. A good way to start off the first day of her last year of high school. A smile crossing her delicate lips, she continued to listen to intros of her peers in the background.

                                                            "Ueda, Judai. I enjoy reading and music,"

                                                            The noise that came from Seiko's mouth next could only be described as an interesting mix between a nervous laugh and a cough. Her emerald eyes flew open wide as she noticed the nearby eyes staring at her both worried and partially startled. She quickly straightened her back and cleared her throat, as if some sort of tickle had just taken over. Without looking over entirely, she glanced out of the corner of her eyes in the direction of the previous male voice. Judai? There was no way... it could be him..

                                                            Not getting a good look at his face, she casually began to stretch, letting her eyes wander to the row behind her. Sure enough, staring forward she saw two, deep red hues. Feeling as if all the air was pulled from her lungs, Seiko snapped straight forward with her eyes barring deeply into the sensei. IT was him. Did he hear her say her name? He wasn't even looking this way. He didn't seem interested. When did he come back!? After a few moments of not breathing, Seiko took in a dramatic deep breath, once again catching some of the curious glances around her.

                                                            This was already proving to be one hell of a year.

                                                            Feeling herself growing anxious, Seiko released some energy by quietly tapping her long, polished nails against her notebook. She stared deeply at Yomohiro-sensei as she spoke. As much as her head was reeling about the students seated around her, obviously placed here by some malicious higher power to end her life, her attention was grabbed back by the statement about class representatives. Without hesitation, her eyes seemed to glow. Class representative.. that was exactly the job for her. But oh, she couldn't nominate herself. That was just too-

                                                            HE NOMINATED HIMSELF?

                                                            Seiko could feel her body burning from within. Judai, the freaking ghost, shadow, WHATEVER from her past just spoke out and did the very thing she could never. Should she just stand and nominate herself now? No! She couldn't! Someone else would be sure to nominate her, right? Of course. She was one of the most-liked students in the third year. She would be flooded with nominations... She smiled contently, waiting for them to roll in. However a second later, her face erupted into panic. What if no one nominated her!? She was perfect for the job! It would be such a waste! It was something she would actually love to do. And she was... such a b***h. No one would nominate her.. She was terrible.. She would have to do it. She would nominate herself! She started to slid her hand up, when she felt her arm tremble and retract back into her lap. WEAK. She was too WEAK. She could never do it... But that was okay. Someone was bound to nominate her! Biting at the flesh on her lips, Seiko decided to sit back, practice her breathing, and wait to see what happened...




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                                                                                                        ❣ c o m p a n y ⇩ the incoming students in 3A
                                                                                                        ❣ l o c a t i o n ⇩ Class 3A, second row from the front.
                                                                                                        ❣ m o o d ⇩ two pretty little a words; ANGER AND ANXIETY.
                                                                                                        ❣ o o c ⇩ temporary posting layout !
                                                                                                        a little hummingbird

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