Kind of a short chapter, not too much happens, but it does has a lot of foreshadowing in it. I'd also like to thank supastar45 for being my newest follower for this story.
Blue eyes flashed as the messenger walked up. "Did you see our dear Yami today, Magician Girl?"
"Of course sir!" she giggled, snapping off a mocking salute. "And I set up the clues, just like you wanted! He should find them sometime in the next couple of days. Tomorrow, if he doesn't go out of order."
"Good girl. You've done well."
"Thank you sir!"
Anzu came into her first period absolutely exhausted. She spent the entire night up trying to write the first couple of scenes for the play. It had taken a lot more effort than Anzu had thought it would. Not only that, but she finally realized something. She shouldn't have been able to read Yuugi's notebook. If Yuugi really was from Japan, then wouldn't the story be written in Japanese? Maybe it wasn't really his notebook after all. That was the only thing that Anzu could think of. What if that notebook just suspiciously looked like his? And conveniently landed where his would've when Anzu knocked everything off of their desks. Yeah, right.
Still, Anzu couldn't think of why he would write in English. It was obvious that the story had taken some time, so it wasn't written when he arrived in America. That's when she thought of another possibility. What if Yuugi was lying about his identity? Then she laughed aloud, causing the whole class to look at her weird. "Is something funny, Miss Masaki?" Mrs. Pammella asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, ma'am," Anzu replied. She felt her face heat up. Everyone in the classroom laughed, then went back to what they were doing.
Still, it was dumb. That sort of thing only happened in movies, right? Anzu chided herself for thinking something so stupid before turning her attention to the class.
Yami was falling asleep on his feet and it didn't help to be staring at another huge storage area. Was it just him, or was it bigger than the last? He yawned widely and almost drifted off until he shook himself back awake. The last place made Yami pull an all-nighter and Yami was not looking forward to another one. At least he had a flashlight this time after he bought it from a corner store yesterday.
Little did Yami know, deep inside this building, a limp form hung on a cold concrete wall.