Episode I

Clouds blanketed the warm San Franciscan bay on a typical Wednesday. At a small school nestled deep within Japan town sat a young boy. He stood 5'9", sporting long, black, wavy hair coated in a greasy layer of complacency. Dull, black eyes hid behind the illusion of submission stated by his standard Japanese male school uniform. Even though he attended a private Japanese school he wasn't Japanese; the school was for parents that wanted their children to grow up instilled with Japanese values but not being Japanese wasn't a disqualifying factor. School had started more than two hours ago, now going on three, but the boy didn't seem to care. Instead he just sat there staring off at the fog with unblinking eyes.

"Bean!" A voice yelled from behind him.

He turned to see that it was the Senior Class President, May Himura, standing behind him. With extremely fair skin, soft pink lips and long black hair that bounced to curls by her breasts she was the wet dream of every guy and the envy of every girl in school. Everyone wanted her but so far no one had gotten her. She was always preoccupied with her studies or extra-curricular activities to be bothered with a boyfriend; living her parents dream of going to Tokyo University after she had graduated. Now the rest of her free time was being devoted to making sure Bean was in class.

"Class started three hours ago!" She scolded.

He turned away from her and went back to his thoughts.

"Well? Aren't you going to get going?" She continued.

Bean sighed and eventually stood up. He turned and stared into her eyes with his own with lifelessness in them. Knowing that he was looking past her and not at her she stood there unaffected. In the beginning when he did this she would try to understand it, try to find some kind of hidden meaning in it, but after going through the same thing over and over again, day in and day out she eventually stopped caring. Bean walked away with May right behind him, making sure he made it to class.

School days always dragged along for Bean, a monotonous consistence of roll call, turning in homework assignments, lectures, sleeping in class, reprimandations and after school hours. His teachers didn't understand. He was inconsistent with turning in homework assignments, missed numerous amounts of school days and only kept the minimum GPA of passing, but his work showed that he could easily be a 4.0 honor roll student. To them it seemed like he was fine with being mediocre. They talked to him numerous of times about it, but yet every time they tried they were just met with silence and blank stares.

The three o'clock bell rang overhead at the top of the school; the school day was now over. Some kids stayed behind for their after-school activities, the rest could not leave school fast enough. Parents came in droves to collect their children, all driving brand new cars or close to it, with the rest of the students taking school buses back home. There was no parents waiting for Bean though, no school bus for him to take. Instead for him to get home consisted of a long journey of buses, Bay Area Regional Transit (BART) and walking. Unlike the other kids of the school, who lived in beautiful homes that were comprised of no less than three bedrooms and in neighborhoods of neatly groomed lawns, Bean lived in what they would consider squalor. He walked alone down a street strewn with trash and with street lights that were either dim, blinking or out completely. This is where he lived, in a rundown industrial part of town that the city turned a blind eye to. He came to an old car maintenance shop and stopped at one of the three garage doors. He looked over both of his shoulders twice. No one was around. He then opened the garage door to a dog waiting patiently on the other side. He was an old dog, a mutt with dirty looking black, white and brown fur. Bean closed the garage door and the dog came over to him and jumped on him.

"Hey Blue." He said as he petted his head and guided him down.

"You hungry? He asked as he walked from the bedroom (2nd garage) to the living room (1st garage).

Blue barked as he followed his master. From the living room they walked into the main entrance where the customers would enter. This was the dining room, which consisted of a stolen wooden park table and benches with two lawn chairs on the other side. From there they entered the waiting room, from which they converted over into a kitchen complete with an electric range, sink, microwave, dressers for food, a refrigerator and other miscellaneous kitchen items.

For dinner would be spaghetti with a candy bar for desert for Bean and dog food with dog treats for desert for Blue. After dinner they went to the living room, which consisted merely of an old dingy couch, a beat down TV, a hammock off in the corner and a pile of spread out blankets for Blue, and watched TV until both of them fell asleep. Tomorrow was another day of more of the same thing as this day held for him. His life had become routine.