For once the relentless flow of facts and figures lie still, the clamour of little voices silenced. It wasn't often that his mind was as peaceful as this, as Fuyuki dozed high on his makeshift bed. For an indeterminate amount of time he lay in bliss, unsure of why he was there and totally uncaring; a tree can be a remarkably comfortable place to sleep when you're small enough to lay on a single branch.

In hindsight, falling asleep in plain sight of his quarry was not the greatest of ideas. The first few projectiles sailed past Fuyuki unnoticed, eliciting no more of a reaction than a tired flick flick of one hand, as if he were brushing away a fly. The third however, was better aimed. The sudden thonk to his forehead shattered the soft, muggy pleasure of half-sleep and the next shot hit him dead in the eye. Blinded, half-awake and utterly confused, Fuyuki stood no chance in the face of such a fierce verbal attack and flailed uselessly as he tried to escape. One missed grab was all it took and his small frame tumbled arse over tit out of the tree, hitting every branch on the way to the floor. He wasn't sure how long he lay there, unmoving but probably unbroken, before hauling himself uncertainly to his feet and staggering off. Still blinded in one eye, Fuyuki wasn't even sure where he was going and just blithely walked until he found a wall; 50:50 chance is was either his block, or Matsushita's. It was a risk he would have to take.

He barged through the doors, one arm hanging limp as his vision swam in increasingly murky waters. Marshaling what remained of his mental fortitude, Fuyuki took stock of his injuries, determining that he at least hadn't seriously hurt himself. Half a dozen cuts and bruises, maybe a mild concussion, but that would fade. Most important now was... getting back to... his... room. His meagre physical resources finally ran out and Fuyuki allowed himself to slide down the wall into a sitting position. In a way it was pretty funny; term had only started a few days ago and he had already been thrown down a flight of stairs, ran headlong into someone and now he had fallen out of a goddamn tree. THings couldn't get much worse, right? His gaze wandered up to the notice board on the hallway wall, settling on a notice that made his blood run cold. [i]Room Assignments for Girls Dorm A-07... Aw shit.[/i] Even now he was sure he could hear footsteps coming from the nearest stairwell...