[center][h3]Kurokawa Takeshi[/h3][i]outside the cafe[/i][/center]

As the school gates creaked open a gust of wind blew past Takeshi which disheveled his neat black hair. It was late fall, the trees were finally starting to shed their leaves in preparation for the winter months. It wasn't too cold, just a little chilly. The perfect weather for an evening stroll. If you weren't careful though you'd be sure to catch a cold. His scarf was tightly wrapped around his face and his hands were shoved deep into his coat pockets. As the gate came to a final halt, Takeshi pushed forwards into the unknown. This was a new experience for him. From a young age he had been home schooled at his father's request. This was his first time attending a real school, let alone one that asked him to live on campus. This was what he had imagined college would be like, not high school.

Walking at a brisk pace Takeshi lowered his head as he passed by other students who were loitering around campus. A few tried to wave to get his attention, but he disregarded them and continued on his way. This was all so foreign to him, he had traveled the world many times for his career, but never had he stopped and observed his environment like he did now. The people here were all so strange, half of them didn't look human. Did things like this really exist? How could he have missed this. Creatures that he thought of as only fairy tale were right in front of his eyes. Maybe it was because he never took the time to stop and think things through, but now he remembers seeing these types many times before. Attending his concerts, doing commercials on TV. They weren't the strange ones, he was strange for ignoring their very existence.

Takeshi had completely passed through the common area without drawing too much attention towards himself. As he continued to walk he started to seeing other students less and less, as he drew even further away it grew unbearably silent and the ringing in his ears was growing extremely loud. Frantically shoving his left hand into the pocket of his dress pants, Takeshi ripped out an old mp3 player and quickly pushed the buds into his ears. Immediately he felt relieved, Beethoven always soothed his soul no matter the situation. Closing his eyes, Takeshi continued to walk, his fingers were moving unconsciously along with the music. Just like a machine he began playing th song from muscle memory. This continued for a while before Takeshi realized that he had walked some distance without opening his eyes. Not wanting to collide with another pedestrian he opened his eyes only to be interupted by a glass door smacking him in the face. What luck! The cold hard ground greeted him as he fell flat on his back. He was now soaked and most likely had a concussion. Where was he anyways? It appeared to be the outside of a cafe of sorts. Could he have really strayed that far from his path without noticing? Who knows, but without the will to get up Takeshi just laid there as the next piece began to play. Chopin was it? No it was Kreisler how could he have confused the two?