Hmm? This was certainly very interesting. Cyril was just within earshot, though it was not difficult to hear this so called ‘Daisuke from Ten Years In The Future’ speak. Even if he [i]was[/i] from ten years in the future, he was just as idiotic as he was before. The dark haired man heaved a sigh as he watched the Future Daisuke get dragged off by a teacher. [i]The only thing that I can think about that would actually prove what he said is… nah… It can’t be.[/i] he shook his head. It really couldn’t be. That idiot having the weapon of the Bovino Family? He wasn’t even part of the mafia! Or was he..?

Cyril was going to follow anyway. Curiosity was gnawing at him. [i]Daisuke can’t have the Ten Year Bazooka. It should be with that Lambo.[/i] he thought, walking after the two. He almost made it to the entrance of the school when someone bumped into him, making him take a step back in surprise. Another male was at his feet, this one with whitish hair and pale skin. His eyes narrowed down at him. [b]”You should watch where you’re going.”[/b] he snarled down at Raniero. However, he reached down and took his hand, hauling him back up to his feet. He wasn’t so cruel as to leave a sickly boy on the ground. Sure, he might punch someone in the face when they pushed him over the line. Yes, he would hold someone’s head underwater after they had sneered at him too much. But leaving Raniero on the ground? Jesus, the guy used crutches.

Cyril turned his back on the white-haired male and slipped into the school as he took a bite out of the chocolate bar in his hand. He chewed slowly as he followed Daisuke and the teacher from a distance. [i]They’re taking him to the office. But if he really [b]was[/b] hit by the Ten Year Bazooka, I’ll have to ‘ask’ him a few questions.[/i] 

As he made his way to the teacher’s lounge, he found himself face to face with Daisuke. Just as he suspected, he was back to normal and soaked to the bone. Cyril narrowed his eyes and gathered his thoughts before speaking. Even so, he was blunt and straight-forward. [b]”You’re sopping wet.”[/b]