Staring at the boy with careful eyes, the white-haired student had an uninterested, passive expression on his face while he nonchalantly ate a strawberry Popsicle and leaned on the door-frame with a hand in his pocket. Now that she got a closer look of him, she noticed his pale skin and eyes that seem to switch between looking bored and sharp in seconds. He took out his hand from his pocket to rub his only visible eye and yawned as Yuri scrambled to her feet and introduced him to Homura, who was still standing behind her, watching.

"T-This is Akemi Homura, a transfer student from the hospital," Yuri continued to stutter in her speech, "Minami had t-told me to show her around the school and I want you to show her around the Freelancer club, please!" She wasn't sure if her request had reach listening ears since he didn't have much of a reaction besides a raised brow. The boy then looked up to Homura and she felt his only visible eye carefully examining her from top to bottom before he took out the Popsicle in his mouth to speak, the other side of his face still covered by his hair.

"Name?" he asked in a blunt tone.

"Akemi Homura," she responded with her usual monotone. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. It was as if he was deeming her either a threat or a person that he could be fine with. From his voice and the look of his eye, it was obviously the former.

"Ikezawa Tateyama. You're looking around?" Tateyama took another bite from his frozen treat, "This room isn't much to look at."

Yuri then shook the boy by the arm with a disappointed frown, "J-Just show her the place!"

It took her a minute or two of shaking him to convince as he tore his arm from her grip and said, "Fine. But don't touch anything," Tateyama then went back in and gestured the two to come in. Yuri sighed in relief and went inside with Homura behind. And the moment the two had entered the door, Homura suddenly smelled a foul stench that made her pinched her noise in disgust as Yuri did the same. Yuri complained loudly about the horrid smell of the room.

A broken air-conditioner was located on the far corner as a fast fan span on the ceiling to keep the room cool. In one corner, a shelf of wooden swords, lances, axes, bows and books was located next to the wide window that had a view of the sports area outside. In another corner, near to Homura, a trash can over-filled with empty food containers was sitting there and it looked like barely anyone had tried to empty it. A long, wooden table with bandages, a laptop and shaved pieces of wood spread across its surface was in the middle of the room. Its legs barely looked in good condition.

Tateyama took out a can of air-freshener and emptied the entire can before tossing it in the over-filled trash can. Homura and Yuri released their noses and gasped for air as Sanbey popped out of the bag again and swept his gaze across the room, "This is where one of our targets hangs around? I like it. Looks cozy."

"I feel the opposite," Homura thought, letting out a small noise of disgust and shaking her head. She looked around and noticed a torn name-sheet on the wall. Taking out her file, she opened it up and compared it with the sheet which read: 'Ikezawa Tateyama, Tezuka Mamoru, Hakamichi Hideki and Fujimaki Takuya'. Below the names - what seemed to be other names - were erased with an eraser or crossed out with a pen marker. Homura closed the file and turned to Sanbey.

"They're all on the list," Homura concluded, placing her file under her arm.

"That makes it even better. Easier, too. I wonder where are the other three?"

Tateyama took a seat and leaned back on a wooden chair as Yuri hesitantly picked up an empty plastic container from the floor out of curiosity, placing it down and asking, "W-Where's Tezuka? Isn't he supposed to be in charge? My sister wants to see him, so..."

"I don't know," Tateyama shrugged, opening a can of soda, "Bathroom break? Class hasn't started. The important ones, I mean."

Homura went over to the shelf and skimmed her hand over the wooden equipment. Looking closely, Homura saw that each of the weapon replicas had been delicately hand-crafted and kept clean of dust. There was even a small brush at her feet in case some did get a bit dirty. But before her hand reached the lance, she stopped when she felt a cautious eye on her back. Homura choose to step away from the shelf and looked behind to notice Tateyama staring at her.

"Don't touch that lance," he warned, opening the laptop on the table and turning it on. His tone sounded aggressive for a moment before it turned back to its passive tone.

Wordlessly, Homura sat down on a wooden chair opposite of Tateyama and examined the littered contents on the table. The table seemed not only dusty, but worn out as well. One of the table legs seemed to be on the edge of breaking. She then noticed a small, egg-shaped device sitting next to Tateyama's laptop. It was ornate and small, but Tateyama pocketed it when he noticed Homura staring at it. Naturally, Homura ignored it and swept away the bits of shaved wood off the table to place her elbows on it, "What does this club do exactly, and where are the other members?"

"Don't ask me. I'm not the club president," he shrugged, still focusing on his laptop as he finished his Popsicle and threw it in the over-flowing trash can which momentarily shook from the impact like a dormant volcano threatening to erupt, "If you want to ask about the club, ask anyone except me," his voice wasn't welcoming or friendly, prompting Homura to change topic.

"I see. So, may I ask why do you possess wooden weapons here? I assume only some clubs are allowed to carry those."

Tateyama sipped his can, "If the Gym Club can have them, we can as well," his blunt mentioning of this 'Gym Club' made Homura confused for a second before Yuri interjected to try and explain things to her.

"T-They're the school's Gym club. They mostly do stuff than involves a lot of fighting and most of them are... big and mean," Yuri's fingers fidgeted, "I-I find them scary... except for their club president..."

"You're scared of everyone you meet," Tateyama cut in bluntly and Yuri immediately responded with a red face.

"I-I'm not afraid of everyone!"

Homura raised a brow at her sudden display of annoyance to Tateyama's sentence. She sounded more angry than flustered for a second there. Looking back at the white-haired boy, Homura reminded herself of keeping close to her objective and try to recruit her targets as fast as possible. She would have to find a way to get to know him to gain his trust, but the problem was that she didn't know what to say and comparing how he was now with yesterday's observation, Tateyama didn't seem to like strangers very much.

"Can't say anything, can you?" Sanbey's voice popped in her head, "Not surprising, since you are stoic, ca-"

Homura gripped the small animal in her bag tightly by neck. Tateyama noticed her sudden hand movements, but he surprisingly shrugged, maybe thinking that Homura had been released from the hospital with a sort of required medication that had to be taken every hour.

Meanwhile, Yuri nervously looked and poked the over-flowing trash can with a pen as it threatened to burst open any second now from the weight of its contents. The can shook violently for a while from being touched and the young girl decided to back away from it, "Ikezawa, don't you think you have to... empty the trash?" she asked, pointing at the trash can.

"I'll do it later," he replied without turning to her.

"Bu-"

"Morikawa," Homura spoke and stood up from her seat, deciding it was best to leave for now, "Shall we continue the tour?" since she had no luck communicating with Tateyama and that he showed no interest in talking with her either, Homura decided that it would be best to leave for now and come back later with different approaches and gathered information on how to talk to him. She could be looking for the other boys instead of wasting time here right now.

"S-Sure. Come with me," Yuri opened the door and took another look at the trash can, "Should-"

Tateyama pressed a button on his laptop and a set of wheels popped out from beneath the can before wheeling it over to the window in a clean fashion. The trash can was raised by an underneath elevating platform attached to the wheels and was tilted over the open window to empty the can's contents into a bigger garbage disposal that was right outside. The trash can then wheeled back into its place beside the door to lay dormant again and Tateyama looked at the girls over his shoulder, his expression not changing even the slightest.

"Done," Tateyama said before he continued typing on his laptop.

Homura blinked and the two girls then exited the room, closing the door behind them. They heard the clicks of a few automated locks activate on the other side of the door and Homura folded her arms, "He does not talk much, does he?" asked a perplexed Homura.

"He talks mostly around his friends. S-Shall we continue?"

Homura nodded and gestured the girl to lead the way. As time passed, Homura took a tour into the other clubs - and even then she did not find her other three targets there - she and Sanbey kept a wary eye out for any of the other boys. At one point, Homura was lead out of the art club after getting of a tour there which bored her to death. She was about to say something to the creature in her bag, when she noticed him staring off into the long, empty hallway. His ears were perked and the strips on his body glowed golden faintly.

Homura prodded him on the head and brought him back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. Was spacing out a bit there," Sanbey chuckled nervously.

Homura could tell it from his tone, and she noticed that feeling, too. The feeling that they were being followed. She felt it earlier, but Sanbey's actions only confirmed it, "Tell me if you see what's following us. I don't need anything to distract me or this mission. If you do notice it, I'll take care of it quickly," she said as Yuri came out of the art club and followed the girl to the next area. Sanbey nodded, then continued to look back at the hallway with worry.

A few minutes later, the pair stopped in front of a set of steel double-doors, the word 'Gymnasium' plastered proudly at the top of the doors. Yuri struggled to open them and Homura decided to assist the young girl with a simple push that instantly got the doors to open. Homura caught the girl before she fell to her face and brought her to her feet, Yuri muttering a small thanks and dusting herself.

Inside, it was no surprise that the place's quality would equal to the rest of the school. The gymnasium's floors were made of out wood, polished clean by the school janitors and suited for all sorts of sports, the walls were made out of solid concrete rather than the usual glass walls of the school to prevent glass accidents, and two large sets of bleachers were located at the sides of the gymnasium as air-cons cooled down the training students who would naturally tire from the physically-tiring games.

"So is this where the Gym Club is located?" Homura asked and the younger student quietly nodded before the two continued the tour.

In the middle of the gymnasium, something was odd as most of the students - possibly members of the Gym Club - were lined up with their backs against the wall. As Homura and Yuri drew near, the two spotted Minami along with some of her assistants, talking with one of the students and stayed back to watch as things got a bit heated between them.