"Wonder why hes sleeping so much," she questioned herself aloud. She threw her napkin onto her plate. she looked off into space for a few minutes.

Suddenly the phone rang so she returned back to earth, and getting up quickly she picked up the phone.

"Moshi moshi," she greeted. She listened for a minute.

"No, my son just returned from camp," she told half-ass.

"Fine I'll be there in half an hour," she said and hung up.

She put all the dishes in the sink, and began to wash them. Finishing washing them she began to get ready.

Twenty minutes later she went into the livingroom ready to leave.

"Yuusuke," she yelled grabbing her car keys off the table by the couch.

Yuusuke rolled over burying himself in the couch.

"I'm going to work honey, I'll be back by eleven," she informed him.

¿¡Work?

Yuusuke wanted to so badly ask her what she did, but that only lasted a second because he then remembered who sent him there. So he didn't ask.

"Bye," she said and shut the door behind herself.

She didn't lock the door so Yuusuke once again got off the couch, and dragged himself over to the door. He locked it, and went back over to the couch again except he sat down. He sat crossed leg, and began to pull at the tracker on his left leg. He wanted to get it off so badly.

Even though he didn't like it he was very vurious about it. How did it track down someone? Was it a certain button that someone pressed, and it tracked it down? or did you go a certain distance and it sounded off? Whatever was Yuusuke didn't know.

'Stupid shit.' He lyed down again. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table, and clicked on the television. the news channel popped on.

But Yuusuke didn't get to see this because once the television was on he was asleep. Again!

The phone began to ring. Unfortuantly Yuusuke was sound asleep.

It kept ringing a few more times, then stopped unnoticed.

Twenty minutes later Yuusuke woke up panting. Apparentally he had a nightmare.

'Damn.' he thought and ran a hand through his hair. Sitting there he began to watch television.

On the television it showed a picture of the guy he shot. But unfortunantly it was the end of the segment, so he didn't get to hear what was the news report said.

Yuusuke cletched his fists.

The report then changed to a story about the fastest women in the world.

Right now all Yuusuke could think about was beating that guy to a bloody pulp, and then killing him.

Then a memory resurfaced. If he was to kill someone then he would end up back there, and that wasn't the place he ever wanted to go back to.

People there thought you were crazy, and treated you like you were. They drugged you if you didn't sleep, or coroporated. They even did it if you simply lacked their standards.

If you collasped then you were punished.

Training was nothing for Yuusuke... well most of the time. But when you didn't get any sleep it catches up to you.

Yuusuke never liked it there, like I explained before. You were hardly given food, and when you were it was crap.

His mother as well as himself noticed he slept alot today. He didn't understand why, but he thought that he was exausted, or maybe the drugs didn't wear off yet.

He stretched his arms boredly. 'They won't let out of the house. What to do, what to do?' He had, not many choices so he decided to go check out his room, and see if it was the same from when he last slept in it which was along time ago.