A/N: I had already written this but decided to scrap it. I didn't post in a while because my studies are time-consuming, so I decided to post what the chapter was at first. I thought maybe you guys would be interested. In any case, I present to you, the original chapter 1.

The life of Michael Marksman was never spectacular and never say anything much for an improvement. His high school teacher knew this all too well. In an attempt to help him through his seemingly perennial perdition, she sent him to the most loving and caring place she knew, the literature club.

'Why?' he said. 'Because you need some good in your life, before it you tear yourself apart.' his teacher, Ms. Johnson replied. He looked at the crow beside the window in contemplation. 'Okay, I'll go', 'thank you' she sighs in relief. Michael wordlessly walked to the anathema his teacher called 'Social Interaction'.

Monika was the president of the club and had been preparing for the new member's arrival. 'Okay, Everyone, Ms. Johnson said we had to be nice and be very understanding so we don't scare him off. She says what exactly, she just said that his past is not for the faint of heart. So no prying, okay?' The other members agreed information as if they were her soldiers. As if on cue, the doors open very slowly, and with caution while Michael carefully analyzes every aspect of the club room and its members in search of danger. Once satisfied, he entered with celerity, analyzing everyone further this time without searching for anything in particular. 'Hi, I'm Monika, the president of the club and this is Natsuki, Yuri, Sayori and Tom' She pointed to each member respectively. Michael waves. 'As I am confident you already know, I'm Michael Marksman, you can call me Michael, Mike, Mark or Marksman; I don't really care. I am probably the most introverted and anomalous person you ever meet. I am misanthropic and read college textbooks for fun. I already have an associate's in Mechanical Engineering. And now I will now answer any of your questions with information that may or may not be true, so I can get on with plaintive life. None? Good.'

'Why do they have oddly colored hair?' Michael said gesturing to Yuri, Natsuki, and Sayori. 'I-Is-Isn't t-that a little insensitive?' Monika, now flabbergasted, stutters, which the others found entertaining. 'Sorry, sensitivity isn't my strong suit… … … Why do they have Japanese names if they clearly aren't Japanese?' 'That's racist and offensive!' Monika replies now frustrated at his fractious behaviors. 'Are you Japanese?' Michael inquires. 'No?' she replies now perplexed. 'Who are you to decide when if it is racist or offensive? You also implied that it's offensive to all Japanese, isn't it a little racist to assume all Japanese people would react the same way to a particular comment? I honestly don't know.' Michael retorted he doesn't have any reviling tone, just asking as if it were a normal question. Perhaps because of this, and Ms. Johnson's warning, Monika remains calm on the surface. 'What'd I do?' Everyone just stares at him dumbfounded. Michael begins to head for the door. 'Where do you think you're going?' Monika immediately realizes that sounded a lot more threatening than she would have liked. Michael, having already planned two escape routes, immediately decides the open window would be the best escape given the fact Monika's close to the door. Michael bolts to the door with an unfathomable speed. So much so in fact, papers literally flew off the teacher's desk. Monika looks out the window to see he's gone, unsurprisingly given his celerity.

Michael then proceeds to run to Ms. Johnson. He realizes that Monika could anticipate this, but he was confident he would be able to outrun her, despite knowing about her 'official' reputation as the fastest runner in school. In short, let's just say he trained, a lot, one hour, every day, for the past decade. He slowed down before he got inside so he could sneak in. He made sure to keep his breathing under control, which was something he was skilled at thanks to his training. By the time he got to Ms. Johnson, Michael realized two things, 1: He may have misconstrued Monika and 2: His ankles hurt from jumping from the second story window. He did finish off with a combat roll, but landing at five thousand Joules is not fun. He figured that he was falling for about a second, he knew he jumped from about six meters and he is about 80 kilos, with that he knows his feet hit the floor with about 1,100 newtons. He figured he should be fine considering at 6.2 kN there is a 50% of a Calcaneal fracture and remembers reading somewhere that it takes a million Newton meters to break a tibia and roughly assuming weigh is equal to 60kg and you knees where bent correctly a human tibia is capable of sustaining structural integrity from 87m, not counting air resistance. Considering the diversity of the human species, this number is essentially arbitrary, but enough to tell him, he should have no broken bones… in theory… reality is another matter. He knows how to land properly and he made special modifications to his shoes specifically for high impact jumping. In any case, he's in the classroom now, and to his uncertainty, he sees Monika. He decides to do some recon while he's here.

'I didn't realize he's so easy to scare' 'Yeah if he doesn't trust you, any sign of aggression, in body language, tone, and even your thoughts, let alone such a threatening choice of words, he runs. Honestly, I have no Idea how he runs so fast and even jumps from so high with no injury.' 'You mean he's done this before?' 'Oh yeah, plenty of times. It's because he doesn't realize his questions can be offensive. You see… if it isn't 100% logical, he doesn't understand or sometimes completely ignores it. Doesn't matter what it is. Because of this, he often gets into trouble and always runs in the end. He says it's because he hates fighting, so he runs.' 'Why does he hate fighting?' 'He's told me many very personal things, but that is still something he refuses to talk about.'

Michael, having decided Monika at the very least, currently, is not a threat, he emerges from the shadows. 'Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it as a threat in any way.' Monika says in such a contrite matter that, Michael, a normally emotionless person, feels guilty. 'What are you sorry for, you didn't do anything wrong, I simply misconceived your intentions, besides no one was hurt, so no harm was done. Nothing to apologize for.' Ms. Johnson, now finding herself in quandary, replies 'I've never seen you so sincere, Michael' 'No guilty party has ever apologized in such a genuine and heartwarming matter, let alone one completely innocent.' 'So, friends?' Monika asks in an almost pleading manner, leaving Michael curious as to why she has attached such importance to her interpersonal skills. Before he can give an honest response, he must finish his trust evaluation…leaving Monika to her mind overfilling with anxiety. Michael sensing this quickens his evaluation in an attempt to relive her from the cruelty of her thoughts. After a disquieting period of time, he announces his evaluations.

A/N: Just pretend the following passage is heartwarming.

'I deduce you are an anxious person. Probably due to an unwanted pressure of high expectations, likely from your parents. You've been the recipient of many accolades, but are still left unsatisfied. You have excellent morals and ethics, maybe a little too strong, blindingly so. You have many "friends" but only trust and like a few. You are great at evaluating people. In conclusion, I find you a trustworthy person, now having been able to complete my analysis and can accept your inquisition for commensuration of trust and the reciprocal predilection of support with jubilance and it is a great honor to grow rapprochement with such an eminent and voracious person as yourself. I thank you, such a quintessential person, for wishing a synergy with a curmudgeon such as myself.' Michael notices the two beginning to tear up. 'What are you doing? Did I say something insensitive again? Ms. Johnson?' Michael looks at his teacher. 'Come here, you little rascal.' His teacher instructs arms open wide. Michael, realizing this is that emotion thing, obliges, to engage in a hug. He was extremely surprised to notice Monika joining in for a hug, and yelps, in consequence, hushing it so she doesn't notice.

'Ugh, where are they?' Natsuki complains. 'Now, now, I'm sure they'll be here soon' Yuri says in an attempt to placate Natsuki. 'I wonder why he ran, Monika didn't say anything wrong, in fact, he was the one that started the argument.' Tom said. 'I think that's what Ms. Johnson was trying to warn us about. I think he didn't realize how It could have been taken the wrong way.' Yuri replies. 'Hmph! Well, I don't like him.' Natsuki retorts. The door opens and reveals Michael 'Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.' All 'Huh?' 'I thought a little comedy would be in order, but none of you know the reference apparently. It's the 'V' speech from 'V for Vendetta'. I think an apology is in order, your once bucolic haven was disturbed by me. Proving to be nettlesome; I now show my repentance with my veracious vow, once the villain, I now vindicate myself of being a vicious and virulent vermin by vanquishing that view with a votive, not in vain, a value to veer you with my valorous vow to rid you of visitation of a bygone vexation with a virtuous virtuoso. Verily, this verbiage veers most prolix, so let me clarify. I promise to redouble my efforts to be absolved for any inadvertent diatribe I may have inflicted. I hope to prove to you I am not fractious and wish to earn a synergy filled with dynamism. It's a pleasure and an honor to meet all of you, I am Michael Marksman, but you may call me Michael, Mike or Mark, whichever you prefer.' Michael said dogmatically, not really, 'Your vocabulary itinerary is not impressive' Tom replied in a defensive manner. 'You used two nouns right next to each other, and you used itinerary incorrectly.' Is what Michael wanted to say, but he didn't. He kept his mouth shut as per Monika's advice, or 'Social skill of the day' as she called, and then Michael realized just how much bravado that actually portrays, and hence the paradigm shift in his opinion of her, again.