A/N: Somehow I feel this story will be updated very, very quickly. *smiles*

Maths.

Normally she loved the subject, and nothing could deter her from learning as much as she possibly could. To her, there was nothing more exciting than solving an equation; nothing more fulfilling than calculating the answer to a challenging trigonometry question. Nothing more thrilling than sitting down, first thing Monday morning to a nice, long maths test.

Normally, that is.

Today, however, as she took her assigned seat, and pulled out her pen and notebook, there was something distracting her. Even as the teacher began writing notes on the board, intending for her class to copy them down, Retasu found herself unable to concentrate. Her mind kept wandering. Wandering back to… no, she mustn't think about them. Not for a second. So she shook her head, trying her hardest to turn her focus to the lesson.

But oh, poor Retasu - we all know that when you try not to think about something, it pops into your head all the more.

Ten minutes into the lesson, Retasu caught a slight movement to her left. Swiveling her head, she noticed her bag shifting. Her eyebrows knitted together as her face scrunched up in confusion.

"Retasu!" came a call from the front of the class. The girl in question turned, her eyes making contact with her teacher's. "Pay attention, please," the woman ordered, before continuing with what she had been saying before.

For a while, Retasu did as she was told - she feared getting into trouble again if she lost concentration. However, another movement beside her soon attracted her gaze. This time, Retasu wasted no time. Reaching out to her bag, she drew it into her lap. She unbuckled the small, silver clasp, peeling the bag open and peering inside.

"Retasu…" a voice, or rather, what sounded like many voices, chorused. But this sound had not come from anyone around her. To her bewilderment, Retasu found the noise coming from within her bag.

"Retasu…" they called again. Quickly, she began digging around. She pulled out her geography book, followed by her science textbook. Then came her spare glasses case; her small, bagged lunch; a brush and a purse. Eventually, the entire contents of it had been emptied out. But again the call came.

She shook her head, about to pass it off as momentary insanity, when all of a sudden, she remembered. Rifling through, Retasu came across the last item that sat in her bag. Her Polo's. The very sweets that had occupied her mind that day. And they were talking to her.

She began spluttering and shrieking, gaining the attention of both the class and her teacher.

"Retasu Midorikawa! Settle down this instant!"

"B-But Sensei!" she stuttered.

"No 'buts'. Back to your work."

"B-b-but! The Polo's! They're talking!"

Sighing, the teacher placed her board pen down, before making her way to Retasu's desk. "And where are these Polo's?" she asked, holding out a hand expectantly.

Knowing what she had to do, Retasu removed the sweets from her bag, and handed them to her teacher. But as her teacher began walking away, she heard it:

"Mwahahahaha…."

Which was promptly when Retasu fainted.