A/N: May end up becoming a series of 'Cromartie High School' shorts; mainly around 500 words or more or less! It depends on reviews!

Within the classrooms of Cromartie High...

Leaning back in his desk, Takashi Kamiyama stared at the ceiling for a while when a thought came to him.

"...I've been thinking..." he remarked under his breath.

"...About the tomatoes, Kamiyama?" Shinjiro Hayashida asked, glancing up from his graphic novel.

"No! Not this time, Hayashida! Not this time!" Standing up, the scene zoomed in close to Kamiyama's face as he then exclaimed, "THERE'S SOMETHING I WISH TO KNOW THE ANSWER OF!"

Several other thugs also stood up and gasped, "SOMETHING...YOU WISH TO KNOW THE ANSWER OF?!"

"Is...is that even possible?!" cried Takeshi Hokuto.

"OF COURSE IT'S POSSIBLE!" Kamiyama proclaimed, "ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE...WITH SCIENCE!"

An awkward silence filled the classroom.

"...What were we talking about again?" Hayashida asked, his purple mohawk flapping about.

Kamiyama sighed. "UGH! JUST LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, OKAY?"

"We're listening! We're listening! Just speak your mind, Kamiyama!"

Striking a valiant pose, Kamiyama exclaimed, "I WANT..."

"Yes? Yes?"

"...TO KNOW..."

"Yes? Yes?"

"...THE TRUTH..."

"Yes?! Yes?!

"...ABOUT FREDDIE AND HIS PAST!"

Another awkward silence, and the Gorilla let out a dissatisfied grunt.

Placing his finger against his wide forehead, Hayashida replied, "Umm...no offense, Kamiyama, but we've already tried getting Freddie to speak...multiple times! It's really just a waste to even try anymore at this point. Seriously, he's an awesome badass... and that's all the info we need about that guy."

Slamming his palms onto his desk, Kamiyama shouted, "THAT'S EXACTLY IT, HAYASHIDA! Freddie...our dear, dear friend Freddie...could actually be a poor lost soul in need...and because his depression and broken mental constitution keep him from speaking, he has no way of obtaining help! Besides...THE GUY LOOKS LIKE FUDGIN' FREDDIE MERCURY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT?! I...GOTTA...KNOW!"

"Whoa...gettin' a little KRABBY, aren't ya? Listen, Kamiyama, I think you need to calm the hell down!" Akira Maede snapped, glad to finally have a line of dialogue.

"Forget it...I'LL GO AND FORCE THE ANSWERS OUT OF HIM!" Before anyone could stop him, Kamiyama jumped up and ran out into the hallway.

"KAMIYAMA...YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE FOOLISH PATH YOU'RE TAKING! COME BACK!" Hayashida exclaimed, although he hadn't bothered getting up from his seat at all.

Eventually, Kamiyama reached his destination: the classroom where Freddie was located. Placing his hand on the door, Kamiyama thought, 'Alright, this is it! MY TIME TO SHINE! MY TIME TO GET SOME RECOGNITION! MY TIME...TO LEARN ABOUT FREDDIE?!"

'Okay...how should I approach this? I could just ask him outright...but then he'd probably feel pressured and push me away! I could try and give him a hug, and COAX the answers out of his mute moustache...but that would take alot of work, and possibly cost me my life as well! Argh...I'm just gonna have to wing it...AND UNLEASH MY FURY!'

Letting out a victory howl, Kamiyama swung open the classroom door...

"FREDDIE, I-"

...and saw Shinichi Mechazawalying in a futon along with several naked women. For some reason, the floor was covered in candles with little flames glittering about. Glancing up, Mechazawa waved and called, "Hey, Kamiyama! Wanna join? It's free..."

Without a word, Kamiyamaclosed the door and walked back to his own classroom. He didn't say anything for the rest of the day, leaving Maede and Hayashida rather bamboozled.

'...Well, that worked out better than I had hoped...'