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Reiko watched Kenny bemusedly. He was an interesting individual, regardless of what the general student population seemed to think. After all, his odd antics were capable of holding her attention - an impressive feat indeed. At Kenny’s indication towards Australia on the world map, the girl answered instantaneously. Australia, an isolated continent that stood aloof on its own, somewhat reminded Reiko of the boy himself. While she was musing over this little tidbit of knowledge, Kenny gestured for her to take a seat, which she did on a student’s desk. 

“You know,” she started. “You are absolutely weird.” Reiko remarked smoothly, straight-faced. Her voice was not cold, neither was it indifferent. It was a mere statement, a blatant if not crude expression of her thoughts, a habit which she exercised frequently. She wondered if he would take offense at her words, but like her treatment of all others, an individual’s obvious distaste for her brazenness could never compel her to present her words in a more thoughtful manner. And so, the thought quickly dissolved in the blink of an eye. 

Silent as the dark classroom was, Reiko easily picked up the noises of footsteps furiously charging down the hallway from afar. A few seconds later, a figure zoomed past the classroom which Reiko and Kenny were occupying, a blur of features which the girl failed to identify. A next figure, however, soon followed suit albeit at a slightly slower pace, but Reiko’s sharp eyes managed to catch the face in pursuit of the first runner. 

Kurisa Shuiji, troublemaker from class 3C – and very, very eager to grab hold of his escapee. 

An audible groan escaped from the girl, followed by a ear-splitting screech whose pitch had the consistency of a female’s voice. Either that or the person responsible for it was an outright sissy.

“THAT REALLY, REALLY HURT!” a familiar voice screamed, his cries echoing down the hallway. “FUCK!” He shrieked again. “LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE, YOU MADE ME SAY A BAD WORD,” the boy wailed. 

Even before she had stepped out of the classroom to survey the commotion outside, the information yielded from her skillful observations had already led her to their very obvious conclusions. In other words, with the information clicking into place, Reiko had already more or less inferred what had happened. Kurisa and his violent tendencies were probably what initiated the chase down the school’s hallways from the rooftop – the direction which they had came from was where the rooftop’s stairwell was located. It was also common knowledge that Kurisa informally owned those grounds. And with the speed at which they were barreling down the hallway, it came as no surprise that the resultant collision yielded such a response from Akiko, the Student President. 

Reiko glanced at the time on her watch, and confirmed the identity of the victim. It was 11:15AM – the usual time when Akiko would make his way to the Principal’s office for a routine report.