The rest of the day went smoothly. The only thing that put me on edge was that Mochida and his group were acting weird around me. Something about this seemed very off. I tried to talk to Shinozaki-san and see what was going on, and... Well...
"Shinozaki-san, what's wrong you've been acting all weird since lunch."
"W-well... That's because... Um..."
"...Nevermind. See you tomorrow."
"Y-yeah..."
She looked scared. What the hell was going on? Did that picture scare her or something. Probobly. Wait, then why were Mochida, Kishinuma (I found out his last name using the class roster) and Nakashima (The girl that's always near Mochida) so tense too? Did something bad happen to them, and that picture I drew brought back the memories? All these ideas flooded into my head. I felt a headache coming on. I decide to sit in the courtyard. I sit on one of the few benches in the courtyard and let my head dangle down, past my knees.
"Ryou, you look down."
The voice of Aki brings me back up.
"Um... Yeah..."
"Is something wrong?"
"N-no..."
Aki looks at me, confusion gleaming in those green eyes of hers.
"If nothing's wrong, come with me to art club. You're an artist, correct?"
This catches me in the gut.
"Well... Yeah... I guess..."
"Then come to the club!"
"I... I can't..."
"Why not?"
"I have to get home. Er... Family stuff."
Aki looks disapointed.
"Aw, man. Okay. See you tomarrow."
Aki leaves, defeat clinging to her. Jesus, I must look like a total deuch right now. I get up and walk inside the main building, then exit through the front door. I put my earbuds in and start walking to my house.
Miles away in the small city of Kou, in a small office building, a man lifts his head from his desk.
"What's the news?"
The women standing at the door puts a file on the man's desk.
"New case. Victim name Ryou Funai. He started showing signs today."
The man opens the file and reads a bit. His face slackens into a frown.
"I see. This could be bad. Has he showed any signs of advanced?"
The women's face is emotionless.
"Our contact hasn't reported anything more than drawing one of the deceased from the Heavenly Host case."
"Which one?"
"The Seiko girl."
The man pauses and stares down at the file.
"I see. God damned Sachiko Shinozaki. I don't see what the point of this curse is."
"At least you can remember the deceased."
The man grunts in agreement.
"I guess you're right. I'll get on the case immediatly."
"Good, good. I hope we can stop this before it becomes worse."
"Mhm."
I open the door to my house. No one is home. I collapse on the sofa and bury myself in the few homework assignments we were given. I'm not gonna screw up at this school. I promise.