Chapter 3: Conspiracy Theories
"I'm tellin' you man," said Kenji Setou, Hisao's hallmate,"they're planning something against us men!"
Hisao didn't know how to respond to that, or to anything said by the bespectacled boy for that matter. Kenji had
more 'knowledge' of conspiracies than anyone in the world(according to Kenji), a fact that Hisao felt was held more
and more credibility each day.
The 'they' he was referring to were the School Council. Or more accurately, Misha and Shizune. What was worse was
when they walked past while talking(signing rather) to each other and greeted Hisao, Kenji believed they were targeting
him. His exact words however, were: "you're in deep shit, Hisao."
"Oh c'mon you're just saying that."
"No seriously, first, they're going to seperate us, then they'll initiate their master plan, and then..."
"And then what?"
"All our base will belong to them!", he said, his face taking on a haunted expression. Hisao just looked at him funny, but he didn't notice.
With that, they headed to each of their homerooms.
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Later that day, Hanako and Lilly were having tea, when Lilly asked Hanako if something is bothering her.
"U-uh, no nothing.W-Why do you a-ask?"
"Well you seemed a little more frightened than usual."
"frightened? Why would I-I be f-frightened right now?"
"You're shaking quite a bit, you can barely hold your teacup. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Y-Yes I'm fine." She couldn't bring herself to admit the truth. Soon, she wouldn't have to...
After lessons for that day, Hisao was headed to the library for some fiction, when he ended up in a hallway he had
never been in before. It was deserted, and the only thing that stood out was a painting. A very odd looking painting.
It didn't seem to fit in with the academy. It creeped him out. He couldn't see any name on it or anywhere near it,
and when he finally went away, he couldn't help but feel that the painting waswatching him leave...
She had that dream again. That same acursed dream. It was starting to become more frequent, and this scared her to no
end. She knew she had to tell someone, but for the life of her, she just didn't have the courage to do so. Yet she had
to do something, she knew this much. This was because events were about to repeat themselves. Terrible events that rendered
her a shrinking violet.
Much like that night, the headaches started, mainly above her right eye...
_Chapter 3:End_