Part 1: Confetti

One might say, 'Oh this Kuroba, he's just a boy. How much trouble can he be?' Kamiko begged to differ. Just a boy was an incredibly inaccurate description of Kuroba Kaito. It was more like Just a very, very smart boy with a devious mind, twelve doves, a box of confetti, a tube of silly string, five packets of semi-permanent hair dye (turquoise, purple, orange, blue and pink), a rabbit, thirty-two roses (twenty-one red, eight yellow and three white) and a total of around five hundred yen in coins (three ¥100 coins and four ¥50 coins) stuffed up his sleeves.

Then one might say, 'What can a boy do with twelve doves, a box of confetti, a tube of silly string, five packets of hair dye, a rabbit, thirty-two roses and so many coins?' Kamiko could answer simply. In fact, she could talk for ages about what he could do with just a few boxes of confetti.


Kamiko remembered that day very vividly. Even as she tried to forget it, it showed up in her mind every time she saw confetti of any kind.

The day had begun like a normal day. Normal in Ekoda High, Class 2-B, was not very normal for other classes in Ekoda High, or any school for that matter. It began with the cause of all damage, disaster, chaos and otherwise loss of sanity, Kuroba Kaito, sauntering in as the five minute bell rang. Kamiko usually did not pay attention to what he did, preferring to read her magazine and drink her coffee. However, this peace that she liked to have before class started was usually disturbed by Nakamori Aoko, Kuroba's good friend, leaping out of her seat in rage and screaming at Kuroba. This was usually followed by Kuroba sticking out his tongue at her, and that was followed by Nakamori leaping up and grabbing the nearest item she could possibly use as a weapon, which is always the mop that the custodian leaves in the isolated corner of the classroom where Nakamori's desk is. Most of her students refer to what happens next as the 'daily mop chase' where Nakamori attempts to kill Kuroba with a mop.

Well Kamiko should be one to know that in the hands of Nakamori Aoko, anything could be a murder weapon.

Kamiko is the only one to notice when the bell rings for class to start. Her students, oblivious, continue to stare at the duo that are making their way across the classroom, one brandishing a mop, the other evading it.

She flips open her booklet. Today is a math day. Quickly she grabs up a piece of chalk and copies some simple algebraic equations on the blackboard. She taps on the podium with her pointer and clears her throat.

She didn't know why she expected the students to listen when she did that.

It was not until ten minutes later that the class had quieted down so that she could speak. She asked the students to copy the equations in their notebook, intending to start actual study.

But there was still Kuroba.

Kuroba, with twelve doves, a box of confetti, a tube of silly string, five packets of semi-permanent hair dye, a rabbit, thirty-two roses and five hundred yen in coins stuffed up his sleeves.

It was only the second week of school, and Kamiko had not yet known to fear the worst. She was focused on teaching. It was her job as a teacher, after all, to ensure that the students learned to use their potential to the maximum.

Unfortunately, Kuroba's way of doing this was very different from hers.

She'd had her back turned. She'd been writing on the blackboard. How was she supposed to know that on this very day, Kuroba had hidden four boxes of confetti in his bag? How was she supposed to know that during breaktime, when Kamiko had gone to the teacher's room to get her coffee and all the other students had gone out to play, Kuroba had prepared an inflatable dummy and filled it to the top with shiny confetti?

She didn't. That was her loss.

The dummy was a rather exquisite image of Kuroba sleeping soundly at his desk. Kamiko hadn't noticed as it was rather common for Kuroba to sleep in class. "What is the point of learning something if I don't need to know it?" he said. And then he'd go right to sleep.

After that, Kamiko, as a teacher, would wake him up. Looking back, Kamiko wondered why she even bothered. Let him do what he wants.

Yet absentmindedly, having done this with many students years before (were her classes really that boring?) she'd stepped up to him to jolt him awake.

Maybe she should've been more careful.


You do not need to know what happened next. I, as the storyteller, am very certain that you have already guessed what was coming. Yet Kamiko's reaction simply did not tell it. It would be easy to simply suppose that she had yelled at Kuroba and punished him. However Kamiko could not bring herself to bother with the boy anymore. She simply told Kuroba to clean up his mess and left the room.


Ikenishi Kamiko stood in front of the mirror in the teachers' lounge, combing the confetti out of her hair.

Or rather, trying to. It was the kind of confetti that was small and intertwined with hair so that no matter how much you combed it, it would not come out unless you washed it.

She was certain this was Kuroba's intention.

She planned the next day to call in sick.


Hi! I don't know if this is good, but I hope you guys like it! Please review! It will probably be a while before I upload the next chapter because I am going to a summer camp and I honestly don't know if I will have WiFi. Summer camp is three weeks long. But yes I will try to upload the next chapter as soon as I can and update my other story. The problem with me is that once I think of an idea I immediately abandon all other ideas and work on that. I just got a new idea for a story and so...But I don't know if that one will be coming up anytime soon. But anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :)

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