Author's Note: Hey all! Is this really another installment of God Must Hate Me already? Yes, yes it is. I missed my little Callisto and whenever I'm in a bad mood, it feels better to draw or write about him. I hardly got any reviews for the last chapter, but this chapter goes out to my three reviewers CherryBlossomSpring, BeautifullyMisshapen, and Sincerely-Tragedy. And congratulations to BeautifullyMisshapen for figuring out that this story's title and chapter titles are based off of the song called God Must Hate Me by Simple Plan.
God Must Hate Me
Chapter Three
Once Again
Callisto sat shocked-still for what seemed forever before he finally was able to recollect himself. A man just collapsing? Was it cardiac arrest perhaps? Maybe he was also a substance abuser and the drugs took a while to finally crash his system…
Callisto shook his head. Mr. Kakusui's detention sessions were really starting to get to him. He was his math teacher and yet he was determined on teaching Callisto anywhere from Avogadro's Number to Forensics. It was maddening.
Callisto looked back at the television. The news was still normal other than the incident with Otoharada but Callisto decided to keep it on just in case they came back with more information on the deceased criminal.
He turned back to his blank sheet of paper and sighed. How was he going to write a five page essay on Euler's formula? He could barely form a sentence about the topic Mr. Kakusui had barely graced.
Frustrated, Callisto reread the chapter, trying to find some hint to what to write. Apparently, some Richard Feynman practically worshipped the formula. He nicknamed it "our jewel" and "one of the most remarkable, almost astounding, formulas in all of mathematics." Callisto grimaced. Who would actually enjoy math?
Callisto sighed once again and ran his hand through his hair. This was going to be a long night…
"'Listo! Dinner's ready!"
Startled, Callisto jolted out of his seat and the two pages he had finished on Euler's formula came floating to the ground. Callisto loved his sister, but couldn't the seven year old have any decency?
Callisto gathered his belongings and set them back up on his desk neatly. Disorganization was one of his pet peeves. He just found it wrong to leave things in a mess.
Looking around once more, Callisto remembered he had left his television on for any news on the dead criminal. He fumbled for the remote under some papers and promptly turned off the machine.
Once done picking up everything, Callisto made his way downstairs. He made sure to turn his sister's forgotten light off in the process.
Callisto walked into the kitchen and saw a plate already set out for him. He gave his mother a grateful smile and sat down at his spot at the table. The usual dinner of rice and beef was on his plate. He knew he shouldn't ask for more, what with having a single parent and all, but even his meals had fallen into routine. He still couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
"Mom, I was watching something on my TV, do you think we could watch it during dinner tonight?" Callisto subtly asked his mom.
Callisto's family owned three televisions. One in Callisto's room, one in his mother's room, and one in the kitchen. Arisa was much too young to own a television in his mother's eyes. The one is set in the kitchen because the living room is more of a playroom for Arisa than anything else, so they decided it would be put to better use in the kitchen. Anyone had access to the family television as long as it appropriate for a seven year old's eyes.
"If you wish, dear." His mother politely replied.
Callisto gave a polite smile and got up to grab the remote. He pushed the 'on' button then continued to switch the channel from a child's television program to the news.
"The news?" Arisa groaned in annoyance.
"If that is what your brother wants to watch, then we will watch it." Their mother said, straining her voice.
Callisto looked apologetically at his mother. The raven haired woman had never particularly liked the news. She believed it was too grim and usually kept Arisa from watching it.
Callisto looked down at his plate, suddenly remembering he was supposed to eat at the dinner table instead of watching the television. Slightly embarrassed, he began eating his rice in silence as his mother and sister chatted.
To most, Callisto would look as if he was simply eating quietly, but in all actuality, he was pondering over the criminal's death. Usually, if something as big as a coincidence as this happened, it was on the news all night. But this story seemed to disappear from the television after it happened. Did anyone even think of looking into it?
Suddenly, the television screen began blinking 'emergency news' and Callisto was dragged out of his reverie and fixated on the television.
"There has just been a wreck in front of a local corner store. Apparently, a semi-truck ran into a motorcyclist. The driver of the motorcycle is either in critical condition or has already passed. Police are on the scene at this very moment. This is a live broadcast!" The news reporter from earlier shouted while in front of a store that was near the prep school that Koga often went to.
Callisto's mother was horrified and Arisa looked as if she was going to be sick as the camera swiveled to face the gruesome scene. Callisto was immune to this, seeing as Mr. Kakusui often brought in pictures of his previous cases from his NPA days to teach Callisto.
"The police have confirmed the driver as Takou Shibuimaru, a local resident of the Kanto region. It appears that he died on contact. This is a catastrophe that could have been avoided. Let this be a warning to all to drive safer." The reporter concluded, unfazed by the current situation.
All of a sudden, the screen turned black. Callisto looked over to see his mother staring at the now turned off television with the remote in her hand. Callisto frowned. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to watch the news when his mother was in the room.
"Can I be excused mom?" Callisto asked as politely as possible.
Callisto's mother let out a ragged sigh and nodded her head. Callisto picked up his plate, making sure to not make any noise, and shuffled up the stairs towards his room.
It was all so peculiar. How could two odd tragedies happen in one night? The motorcyclist should have seen the massive semi-truck before it ever came close to him. A captor collapses while keeping hostages. It just didn't add up.
Could they all be somehow connected? What if this was planned… Maybe a secret organization was trying to make a point by killing off their members at random.
No, that would be ridiculous.
What if someone was trying to kill off the bad guys? The Otoharada guy was a murderer… But the reporter didn't say anything bad about the second guy.
Callisto shook his head once again. What was he thinking? He had other things to worry about. Such as his essay that was due on Monday…
His essay!
Callisto began running to his room, his mind filled with exponential functions and imaginary numbers.
TADA! Another chapter down. Are the chapters too short? I could try to make then longer… Well, either way, please review! It gives me all the needed enthusiasm to write more.