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PROLOGUE
24th December, 3:56 AM
It was a cold and windy night.
"Echizen!"
"Senpai! Help!"
Fuji Syuusuke woke up in cold sweat, the familiar voice echoing in his ears. The very same voice that has haunted him for 4 whole years.
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"Senpai!
"Ahhhhhhh!" Momoshiro Takeshi woke up screaming.
"Momo-niisan! Are you ok?!"
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"Oishi-senpai!"
Oishi Syuichiro sat up against his headboard, his arms burying his head in his knees. He's not getting any sleep that night.
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"Eiji! Please! You need to get some sleep!"
Kikumaru Eiji stubbornly refused; because he knew that the voice with follow him into his dreams.
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Inui Sadaharu sat in front of his computer, not moving. It was back again, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
And this time, his data wasn't there to help him.
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"Go away! Stupid voice! Leave me alone!" It didn't listen, and for the first time in a long time, he cried himself to sleep.
Kaidou Kaoru has never felt quite as helpless as he did right then.
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Kawamura Takashi looked at his handiwork. Picking one up from his hand, he taste his sushi and spat it out immediately.
'Too much vinegar,' he thought. He knew that he wasn't only referring to the rice.
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"Buchou!"
Tezuka Kunimitsu laid on his bed, wide awake. He had promised to become the Pillar of Seigaku, and he had failed.
Yamato-buchou, himself and Echizen, the boy who believed in him.
END PROLOGUE
A gentle reminder: This is only the prologue, so please don't flame me for making it so short.