As the train rumbles underfoot, a youth sits alone, uncaring of all around him.

The young man just wants to get shit over with. There's been too much moving, too many lost friends, to care enough to actually try anymore.

The train rumbles to a stop, and he takes his headphones off in time to hear the location, Inaba.

With a sigh, he lifts himself from the bucket seat, and sways out the door, into the light.

As I blink the sun out of my eyes, a man say "Oh, there he is."

I turn towards the voice, and see a slightly scruffy man standing there, with a young girl, presumedly his daughter. With a slight grin, I walk over to him, and stick my hand out. "Nice to meet you."

He laughs, and takes my hand. "I've changed your diapers, no need to be so formal. I'm Ryotaro Dojima, and this is my daughter Nanako. But you already know that. Welcome to Inaba!"

"Thanks. Hopefully, it'll be a little more, ah, hospitable than the other places I've been."

"Well what are we standing around for? Come on, the car's over here. Don't worry, your luggage is already at the house."

The ride back was fairly uneventful. There was a creepy gas station attendant, and talk of jobs, but thats about it.

I'm feeling kinda sick for some reason, probably because of too much fresh air or something, so after a little bit of talking, and Dojima getting called out to work, I just head upstairs and pass out.

When I open my eyes, I'm standing on a path of cubes, surrounded by fog.

Ah, son of a bitch.

I wander down the path for a while, almost fall off the first turn, and hear a voice "Do you seek the Truth?"

I keep going a little longer, and hear it again. "if it's the truth you desire, come find me."

This... This doesn't seem like a good idea. But I keep going straight, until I see this cube door thing. The second I touch it, it folds up into itself.

A flash of light later, and I'm standing on nothingness, facing off with a silhouette. After it trash talks me, I think,I walk up and stab it a couple times. It doesn't feel like I hit. I try some more times, and the shadow in front of me starts spewing fog, making the area even less visible. I can't see him anymore, so I just keep my guard up, until I feel the fog overwhelm me into unconsciousness.

I gasp myself awake, in a minor sweat over a dream I just had, even though I can't remember what it was. I hate that. After showering and dressing in the admittedly badass school uniform, I head downstairs and eat some breakfast with Nanako. I help her wash up some, then she kindly points me to my school. She really is a sweet kid.

As I'm walking, I see this idiot ride past me on a bike, while trying to hold an umbrella. Of course, he crashes into a pole. I chuckle lightly, and leave him to his fate.

Oh, wait. Where the hell is my classroom?

Ah, yes, Faculty Room. I knock and open the door and ohmygod what the christ is wrong with this guys teeth?

Breath in.

"The hell do you want?"

Breath out. Cheery face. "Hello, I'm transfering into this school today. I never got any indication as to what homeroomI had, though."

"Oh, You. Yea, your in my homeroom. You better not get any funny ideas, dammit! This aint your big city."

Repress twitch. Smile wider. "Why of course not, that was the furthest thing from my mind!"

We walk into the room, and everyone shuts up the second they see the teacher.

"Awright, shut up. I'm Kinshiro Mooroka, your new homeroom teacher. Let's get somethin' straight, just cause it's Spring doesn't mean you can swoon over each other like rabbits! As long as your in my class, you're gonna be pure as the driven snow."

This guy's pretty bloody creepy. I already got a bad feeling about this school. Shit. I didn't think such nice uniforms could deceive me.

"Now I hate wasting my time, but I gottaa introduce this Transfer Student. This sad sack's been thrown from the big city out to the middle of nowhere like yesterday's garbage. He's just as much of a loser here as he was there, so you girls better not get any ideas about hittin on 'im!"

Okay. Lines have been crossed already.

"Tell em your name kid, and make it quick."

"..."

"Well? You shy or somethin'?"

"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?"

Oh my, aren't his eyes wide.

I cut him off as his mouth opens. "I mean, you don't even know me. How the hell would you know why I'm here, or what I'm like? Why are you even teaching if you hate everyone so damn much? Actually, I'm deeply hurt by your defamation of my character like that. Why, I think that could be grounds for an investigation, neh? I mean, that's just such a self esteem killer, I'm surprised I'm not crying."

He finally gets a word in. "You're in my damn shit list. Now listen up! This town is far away from your big city of perverts and assholes, in more ways than one!

"Not that far, apparently, considering you live here."

He twitched. Success.

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean you belittle your students, which is an asshole-ish behavior, of course, and you're oddly interested in your female students purity. I mean, tha-"

"Get the hell out of my classroom."

Excellent.

I turn on my heel, switching to my chesire grin as I face the class, and walk straight out the door.

Lucky for me, the rain stopped earlier, so I don't need to keep my umbrella open. I walk out the gate, cracking my neck, and decide to wander the city some. Whistling a merry tune, I pop my headphones in and get to it.

Well, I did, until I saw a damn body hanging from an antenna.