[center][h1][color=39b54a][b]Hakuro Kuroda[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[center][color=39b54a][b]Mentionings:[/b][/color] ?????[/center]

The voices had given him pause, at the entrance, just as he was leaving.  It was this odd thing, like he'd been just out of hearing range, and in his mind...he thought it was Nagi.  She had a distinctive voice, so he thought she was leaving for the day, as well.  He was just holding the door open for a moment so that she or whoever else it was could walk on through, but no such person came.  Huh...  Going the other way, then?  No matter.  Hakuro stepped outside into the sun with a stretch.  You spend alot of time holding up the wall, texting and sending emails, you get stuck in position and gotta straighten yourself out.  He stopped for a moment to reflect...

[color=39b54a][i]I walk everyday with the sun on my face, and my life is already a planned success when I go home.  Why do I mess about like this?  I could get people hurt if I go too far.  I almost DID go too far, and would've been burnt by it, if not for Rina, just then.[/i][/color]

He was fortunate, in many ways.  Not blessed or cursed with overwhelming success or money or power, but that life was generally good to him, and would remains so regardless of what actually happened here.  A traditional family of inherited responsibility wasn't bad.  He just wanted more.  He just wanted to get [i]involved[/i], get his hands into things.  He reached his hand up to encompass the sun.

[color=39b54a][i]I want to be in the world, to hold on for as long as I can, until I have to go.[/i][/color]

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[h3][i][b]The Past![/b][/i][/h3]

[i][b]"Hakuro, where are you going?!  Why are you running?!  We don't have time-"[/b]

It was evening, and getting later.  The island was his world, and he knew every part of it as The Great Explorer, and he could leap and run across it as The Last Adventurer, but now - right now - he was a man on the run from the world, The Great Escape Artist, and his friend.  It was a typical thing when you make a friend while visiting the resort.  You meet the local kid who knows the island well and can help you through everything, and knows all the best ways tyo have fun.  You have a good time, and you share a few laughs.

And then, you have to go, and he has to stay behind to greet the next one, and the next one, and the next one.

Meeting new people all the time wasn't all that bad, but losing every single one of them was sometimes terrible.  So, one day, when fed up with it, a young Hakuro took his friend for a run around the island, late at night.  They didn't stop, and as they moved, he explained why.

[color=39b54a]"There's always time, as long as you keep running.  As long as they never catch you, you're free, and you can keep going."[/color]

[b]"But you can't keep running forever."[/b]

[color=39b54a]"I can run until they make me stop.  If I'm only one step ahead, I'm still ahead."[/color][/i]

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[h3][i][b]Now...[/b][/i][/h3]

Hakuro lowered his hand, then adjusted his hat.

[i][color=39b54a]You make me who I am.  I am the traveling Hatto-san.  Keep running.  Don't ever stop messing about.  This one's important.[/color][/i]

So, back to business for a second.  He finished off all the conversations he'd been texting about to make sure that that was the end of his inquiry for the time being.  He was sure that he could find the information he needed to start the investigation and get the evidence he needed, once he got the email from Rina about the past and present students who had been taught by Miss Okamoto.  He was sure that something terribly underhanded was going on, but he needed to get to work.  Two paths lay before him on where to get started.  Did he wait for the email so he could review the profiles and look up information?  Or would he begin his official statement to outline the nature of his investigation for those that might listen, when he unleashed the report and forced action upon this woman.

Hakuro took out his quarter, and flipped it high into the air, catching the sunlight as it did so.  Now, call it.  Heads or tails?