[b]Kurano Tanaka[/b]

"Remember to study pages 114 through 160 tonight, as I will be quizzing you tomorrow. Sayounara." A bell blared into the halls and classes of Waseda University. The last classes of the day were through with, and a tired young man stood up to leave for a convention. "Hey, Kurano!" Someone shouted at him from the hallway. Once Kurano left his class, a freshmen college student waited to meet him. "I don't have time for another survey Takai. There's something important I need to be at right now for a class. The young man named Takai frowned, but asked a question out of curiosity. "You going to the convention? I wish I could come, but I've got these surveys I need people to fill out." Kurano gave in, feeling bad for the guy, a frown just didn't suit this normally happy friend's face. "Alright, but I'll need to do it while walking if that's alright." Takai nodded, and handed his pen and survey over to Kurano. 

"Alright, why are these questions so, personal?" Kurano stated, looking at all of the rather private answers. "It's for psychology. I need to survey people I know, and see if my version of them is close to what they're actually like." Takai said all of this with a rather innocent smile on his face. "Sounds more like you're going to post this online for the world to read. I'm, not interested anymore. Assignment or not, just tell her you were wrong about me. I [i]really[/i] don't have time for this. I need to get to the convention for my own assignment." Kurano handed the paper and pen back to Takai, which he sadly accepted. Kurano shook his head, and muttered to himself. [i]Trust me kid, I'm much more different than you think I am.[/i] Kurano shifted his pace into a brisk walk.

The bullet train, Japan's greatest transportation machine. Kurano was able to get to the heart of Tokyo within two minutes on the speed machine. On the way out of the train, Kurano swiped his watch against a device on an exit door. It read his code, and immediately charged him 1,000 yen. "It's getting more expensive every month. Soon, I'll have to start walking back to my apartment." He hung his head, and stuck his hands deep into the pockets of his black and neat pants. 

Kurano reached the convention, which luckily for him, was always free come the time of the annual fourth dimensional convention. He pulled out a small notebook and pen from his back pocket and immediately started to take notes of the situation. Kurano then inserted a pair of earplugs into each of his ears to block out most of the sound. [i]Tightly crowded, easy for pickpockets. Free convention stands, possibility of theft.[/i] He was intended to keep track of any and all chances of crime. This would supposedly teach him 'observational' skills, but instead ended up teaching him why not to become a detective. He had no time to listen about what wonderful inventions were coming up. He had to write, and pace around, and write some more. Every once in a while, Kurano noted some fairly odd looking displays. [i]Woman dressed in armor with a sword, possible murder intentions. Little children fighting with weapons, likely chance of indirect harm to others.[/i] He continued to note, walking and looking.

[b]Minami Shiroka[/b]

There was supposed to be some really big event going on that day. Very celebrated in Tokyo, something having to do with the powers that everyone had. A small, and hopeful little girl, rushed into the convention the moment she heard about it. [i]Free food, and maybe free stuff too![/i] Minami thought to herself, as she gazed upon the waves of people walking around. She noticed someone with a rather large buffet table to themselves in a corner. She very cutely walked up and took a deep breath of the food in front of her. "Hello mister. You look really sad over here. Can I help?" The old man nodded, and allowed Minami to sit down. 

Minami only eyed the food, while the man did not take a single look at her. "Mister. Are you okay? Maybe you're grumpy all alone." The man now turned around on the table, clearly trying not to talk to her. "Please. I need food. I've only eaten stuff from the garbage for a week." The old man turned around to see big brown eyes, and a tear fall down her face. He grumbled for a moment, but relinquished a bowl of curry. "Thank you so much sir," Minami replied with a smile stretched across her face. A feeling of warmth grew within the man, as she voraciously chomped at all of the curry she could find. "Young lady. I am sorry for not giving you the food earlier. Here, as forgiveness." The man handed over the rest of his food, and left the table. [i]I hope there's more people like him around here,[/i] Minami thought to herself, chowing down all of the food as quickly as she could.