[i]"Is it true the council president went missing?"

"Buncha nonsense, sis. Guy doesn't ever take a break. He's probably home sick, and no one remembered to tell his buddies. Not the end of the world."

"But bro-"

"Relax. 'Sides," He grinned. "What kinda boogeyman could take me?"[/i]

Besides math, that is. God. PE was no problem. He could get through history and science by brute force, memorizing the notes if he had to. But [i]math.[/i] There was no brute force method for math. Memorizing the shit was no good if you couldn't use it. And it was so [i]boring.[/i] It made Daisuke want to get up and physically run around in a circle, ride his bike, work, [i]read a book.[/i] Something to break the tedium. And of course he had to have it for the last class of the day. The one class period that always stretched into fucking eternity anyway. Even when you loved the class.

And Daisuke Miyamoto did not love math.

His mind wandering in the last few minutes of class, that's what made him think about what his sis said last night. He didn't buy that some spooky shit has taken the class prez. Wasn't a fucking anime or something. Didn't mean that maybe something hadn't happened. There were some creepy fucking rumors, lately. When you got so many flying, chances are there's a little truth in there somewhere. [i]Something[/i] was spooking people, and the prez was definitely missing. Meant that something was going on. But men, not monsters. And men? Men he could handle, no problem. ... Still, the rumors were getting to him a little.

Must have been, with the weird dreams.

[i]BRIIIIIIIIIIIIING[/i]

[i]F r e e d o m .[/i]

True freedom, for once. No after school shift for him to work. Manager wouldn't let him have the hours. Irritating, but it meant he had a whole afternoon for once. Time to enjoy it, and not worry about the creeps everyone seemed to have.

Anything tried to come after him, he'd punch it. And again. And again. Until it was no longer an immediate threat.

Simple.

He slid his chair out and stood, swinging his bag over one shoulder and tossing the uniform's jacket over the others. No need to wear it, school day was over anyway. Places to be, people to see, [s]fights to win[/s], all that jazz. So he started wading through the sea of desks and students towards the exit.