I took a look around the fields to find a club to join. There were many, yet I was not really interested in anything. A club would just get in the way of my part time job.

I decided to look around tomorrow or the day after that. Still have a few days before class actually started.

I took a walk home with a feeling of indifference. Other students, however, were contained with excitement of their new beginnings.

As I turned into a corner, I saw a man throwing a piece of trash to the streets.

"Oi!" I called out to him. He wore a school uniform, probably from some school around here.

He reluctantly turned his head to me. Judging from his looks, I took a guess that he might be a delinquent. The type that didn't care about anything beside himself.

"Please put your trash in the trashcan." I said, as politely as I could.

He put up an annoying smirk.

"Like hell I will."

Well, if that's what you're asking for. It's people like these that makes the world an unsuitable place for living a happy, carefree life.

I noticed that there was no one around. I approached him with the meanest glare I could muster. Once within range, I grabbed him in the neck and slammed him to a nearby wall.

My dad once told me to strike my enemies through fear. Make them fear you, make you the thing they fear. That is my intention.

"Throw your trash properly or I'll BREAK THAT FUCKING BRAINLESS SKULL OF YOURS!" I shouted at the witless man in front of me. His expression was of panic and fear, just as I wanted him to. I might have heard a female gasp when I shouted, but that could be just my imagination.

The delinquent shuddered and shivered as I released my grip. He ran with his tail between his legs and screamed like a girl while doing so. I sighed at the sight, many men had put up a tough mask and yet, with a little bluff, got their mask broken.

I took the piece of trash he left and threw it to the nearest trashcan, then continued on going my way home.

Let's just hope he learned his lesson. A traumatic event like that should be enough for a cowardice man like him.

Few weeks passed by without me noticing. The curriculum period had just started. Since the seats have been rearranged, I am now seated in the middle of the class, feeling very, very annoyed that I have to sit in the center of the crowd.

It was break time after the 2nd period, the class's inhabitants were scattered around like ants. Some were copying homework, few were out, maybe meeting their friends from the other classes, and the others just wander around the class, talking about ordinary school stuff. I took the chance to take a nap.

I felt a light poking of a mechanical pencil on my arm not long after I closed my eyes.

"Hey, hey, do you want to join the light music club?"

I reluctantly lifted my head and saw an excited face of Hirasawa Yui, leaning towards me.

"The light music club?" I asked, wanting to know more about the club I never heard before.

"Yeah! We play music, and stuff…"

Not informative.

The girl in front of Hirasawa sighed. She had a short, brown hair. A pair of red glasses rested on her face.

"You can't even play the guitar properly yet, Yui."

Hirasawa just laughed lightly. "But they promised me to teach me, and I'll get better eventually!"

She can't play the guitar? The light music club must have been really desperate for members if Hirasawa's friend's statement is true. Ah well, the few people there are, the better.

"Where is the clubroom located?" I asked, with my usual monotonous tone.

Hirasawa looked happy, probably due to the fact that she had successfully recruited a new member.

"It's… uh, where is it again?" She said, followed with a nervous laugh.

Wait, what? She promoted the club, yet she doesn't know where the clubroom is? What's with this girl?

Once again, a sigh came from Hirasawa's friend.

"It's in the 3rd floor of the old school building." She said to me and Hirasawa.

"Thanks, I'll head there after school." I replied.

The glasses girl smiled and told me not to mention it. She seemed to have an aura of a gentle, caring person. "Please excuse Yui's forgetfulness. She's been this way since kindergarten." She said. Hirasawa scratched her head while laughing nervously.

"Not your fault, err…" what was her name again?

"Manabe Nodoka. Nice to meet you, Yamamoto-san." She answered.

"You too." Was my reply. It was right after I said those words that the bell rang, indicating that break time was over.

"You must show up after school, okay?" said the airheaded girl in front of me.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Music is my favorite thing next to cigarettes, so it won't be a sweat to be active in that club.

I guess my fate is sealed, then.