After the death of Osana Najimi, the students at Akedemi High were tense and suspicious. They constantly checked their surroundings and their usual chatter wasn't so loud. The police had searched the school for clues, yet they couldn't find any evidence to catch the culprit. They think a student may have been behind Osana's murder.

I had gone to the faculty room to check in. The teacher was busy with paperwork, so I went to explore the campus on my own before class. I walked faster to find a teacher. It wasn't safe to be alone. I absentmindedly walked around and turned corners as I thought more upon my theory.

I don't really care who killed her, so long as they don't point a knife at me. I know I should be more concerned with who the murderer is, considering I'm Akedemi's new transfer student and actually undercover, but the chances of me being targeted next is pretty slim though, since the only people I know at this school are staff. Although, my father is the lead investigator on the case and sent me here to get some "inside information". Apparently the person named "Info-chan" refused to help with this case, so my dad didn't have any leads. I figured Info-chan was probably working with the killer since she didn't help my dad. I offered to transfer, because of certain complications from my previous school. He wasn't too happy but I was able to convince him. He even showed me the file to get a better understanding of who I was looking for.

The multiple stab wounds on her body suggest that the culprit either knew them and it was a personal vendetta or that the person the police are looking for is completely psychotic. Although if the latter is true, there would be more bodies turning up soon and more bodies mean more messy. Messy gets people caught. Either way, it'll be difficult for them to be caught after only one death and no clues... No clues?

I stopped walking. The corridor felt suffocating all of a sudden. I turned my head shakily searching for someone. Anyone. I gulped heavily as I came to a realization. The person who killed Osana Najimi was smart, deadly, and still dangerous.

I believe there are two types of kills the messy and organized. A messy kill is usually impulsive and easy to find the killer from all the evidence laying about. Whether or not the police finds the evidence relies on their competence. An organized kill disposes of the evidence and usually the body. However, in this case the body and the blood were on display in the bathroom. There were even bloody footsteps that led outside the school. Was this just a ruse? The murderer actually disposed of the weapon and any other evidence connecting them to the body, so why did they not hide the body? Was it a message? If it were then there was no need for there to be so many stab wounds. I wondered, what could possibly be the reason to kill in such a way.

My muddled mind didn't see the boy ahead of my until it was too late and I body slammed a brick wall of a guy. His reflexes were top notch as he caught me in his arms before I could fall backwards.

"Are you alright?" His voice was clear, but laced with concern. I looked up into his shining eyes. His eyebrows were knitted together in worry and his lips pressed tightly. I nodded a bit too enthusiastically as my face went up in flames. He released me from his embrace and for a moment I regretted replying so quickly. I wished he held me a bit longer.

"I'm glad you're okay. I'm sorry for running into you. I wasn't expecting anyone to come down this hallway," he scratched the back of his head. I noticed when he lifted his arm that his uniform was a bit tight and showed off a bit of muscle.

"Hey are you the new transfer student I've heard about?" He looked at my uniform. It was different from the sailor uniform the school had. I blushed as he questioned me with his eyes. I nodded again.

"Excellent! My name is Budo Masuta. I'm the president of the Martial Arts Club! If you ever need anything you can count on me," his enthusiastic smile and boisterous voice was captivating.

"O-Okay," I stuttered out. He said a quick goodbye and turned to leave. I waved as I watched him go. I sighed happily as I watched his retreating back. His white bandanna waved behind him. I really didn't want him to go. I glanced around and followed him.

It was pretty early in the morning, but there seemed to be a few other students going in the same direction. I managed to avoid their peripheral. There were two other boys and two girls beside Masuta-san. They all had a bandanna. Probably his club members. I hid behind a door as they started their activities. Masuta-san watched and said motivational quotes as the other four paired up and started sparing.

Since my dad's an overprotective cop I had lessons in Karate, Kung Fu, and even training with MMA. I suppose I had quite a bit of extensive training and I could tell that two of them were relatively weak. The other two were much stronger, but Masuta-san must have been a Martial Arts Master as he guided them. It was really impressive to watch.

For half an hour I learned a few things. The names of the club members. The Mina girl had a crush on him too. I had to calm my fury by looking at Masuta-san.

And the last thing I learned, he looked really, really good in a gi.

The bell rang and I got up quickly. I searched for my class 2-1. It was on the same floor, so it didn't take me long. I rushed back to see where Masuta-san went. After changing he went upstairs to class 3-2. I blushed. He wasn't Masuta-san. He was Masuta-senpai. I sighed with glee as I saw him sit. My senpai.