The clubroom was deathly cold on that Tuesday afternoon. None of them really wanted to be there, but it was the naturalness of the everyday. And more than anything, they craved normality.

They walked to the table and took their seats. In the movies, those left behind would look to their missing seat. But here, in reality, they stared at the center.

They were sitting at the table that Bido's body had lain on.

Almost immediately, they jumped away from the table and to the rest not too far away. The girls took the couch and the boys took the chairs. Now was when they looked between Seishiro and Miroku and their hearts tightened.

"Bido was killed." Yuri said in a small voice.

Seishiro brought his hands up to his chin and his elbows to his knees. "It would appear so. There's no other way for his body to receive those kinds of injuries unless there was a fight."

"Bido was killed."

"Who would want to try and kill Bido?" Karen whispered. Her hands fiddled with the shirt of her outfit.

"Bido was killed."

Miroku slid his hands together. "Should…should we do something?"

Yuri jumped up with the most energy she'd had in a week. "We have to! We must bring Bido's killer to justice and make him pay." The other four looked at her and she slowly slinked back to her seat.

"It would give us distraction. And it could also bring Bido to a close for us." Noriko said in her Plain Jane way.

They exchanged looks.

"Okay," Seishiro shifted close and they all followed. "Why weren't we wondering where Bido was?"

"He… he had a date after class!" Karen announced.

"The killer's a girl? It seems a bit of a stretch." Yuri pouted.

"But it's somewhere to start. Maybe she'll have seen something." Seishiro's hands began to turn over each other. A plan formed in his head.

"Let's go!" Yuri shouted.

The campus of The Embassy's University was quiet, with people speaking in whispers. Those whispers increased as the five walked along the entrance runway. "Bido was popular here as well, it appears." Noriko said. She pulled her jacket closer – she felt awkward under all the stares.

"It's Bido – of course he would be." Seishiro whispered back.

"Do we even know who we're looking for?" Miroku said over his lollipop.

"I think Bido mentioned her before. He said her name was Mentira Peru or something." Karen made a face – the foreign name was, well, foreign.

"Darn Bido and his obsession with the foreign." Seishiro gritted his teeth. Miroku lolled around his sucker in quiet agreeing. The silence of whispers grew heavier.

"Bi…Bido said she was in his French Class. And they said French is this way." Karen blubbered on, suddenly leading the way.

The French Class was lively place with a lively professor. They stood at the back of the class, barely listening to the language they couldn't understand.

"Can I help you?" The professor asked with an accent thick in his words.

Seishiro – just as in the everyday – talked as the leader he was. "We're looking for Mentira Peru."

A young girl – tan of skin and black of hair – stood up. "Is this about Bido?" The room went painfully silent.

Seishiro breathed in. "Could you come talk with us?" The latina sighed and walked up the audion and out with the Club.

Not too far away, the Embassy's University had a small café. Yukan Club took one table and Peru turned her chair around to face them. "So…what do you want to ask?"

"You had a date with Bido last week, right?"

"Claro." She crossed her arms and sighed. "Yes, I had a date with Granmarie. But he never showered. Next I hear, he's dead. And the whole Embassy thinks I'm to blame. My parents even said they think Spain might get into a war with Sweden. But it's all just heresay."

"So…you didn't…" Miroku looked at all the faces around him and sunk back into his chair, quiet.

"Did you see anything? Men in jackets, suspicious characters, anything?" Seishiro asked, pulled up into his thinking pose.

Peru seemed like she wanted to deny it once again. But a look crossed her and she cocked her mouth to the right. "There was a day. It's probably wasn't big, but when he came in, he was wearing Prada pants and a Gucci shirt. And if you know Bido, you know that he would only mix brand name clothes and brand name accessories, but never brand name clothes alone."

"Maybe that's when this whole mess started." Yuri shouted.

"It's possible." Noriko muttered.

Peru made another face. "You know…I attended his funeral. And those of us here at the Embassy, we know what each Ambassador looks like. I didn't see his parents there."

Yukan Club looked at each other. Slowly, they each remember that when the guests bowed, their condolences were to them – the Yukan Club – not his parents.

The school bell rang and Peru stood up. "I have to go back to class. French is one thing because you were there, but if I skip any other classes, es una problema por mi."

She walked away and quickly turned back. "By the way – I'm sorry for your loss." The five locked down to the table and Peru walked away even more.

"So…what do we do now?" Karen looked at Seishiro.

The medical student sighed. He looked over at Miroku. "Do you know how to get to Bido's from here?"