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I can't sleep at night (and no I am not an insomniac). I blame the pink stuff that has haunted me up until three days ago (I think this is what you would call being on edge). And it isn't just that, almost at every loud sound I jump (which is not normal). So I (being the usual, whatever the usual is for me now), took a walk outside, in the middle of the night. I know, must be the most dumbest idea ever conjured up from my control center called my brain, but believe it or not, it has helped me to maintain my nerves. No loud sounds, no clattering, no jumping six feet into the air and passing out for at least fifteen minutes (that one did not happen, I was going for the flow).

It was on the second day, yesterday, when I ventured back into the Namimori Middle district. Before any questions arise, I have no clue on why I decided to go there. My best (and lamest) guess would be the magnetic pull. Haha, no. That would just have to consist of me being made out of metal, which I am not.

Anyway, I reached the gates and…

I stood there for exactly thirty minutes, staring. It was likely my brain was over-reacting, but the school was lifeless. Not a single soul was seen for miles and miles.

"Great, now I'm being medieval." I slapped my hand onto my face. Not the most pleasant experience. I then continued to stare at the school, but this time with a purpose, hallelujah! "Should I enter the school grounds? Should I not?"

I then decided to use the primary game of eenie meenie miney moe to decide for me.

I, once again, had no idea why I decided to do that… must be the lack of sleep…

Five minutes passed by and I was reluctant to acknowledge the decision to go into the school grounds. It took me two minutes, two, to just enter the school grounds, and the rest of the guilt washed away when I did so. And that's when these two weird people, correction: women; weird women, land in front of me. Out of the sky.

I blinked then looked to where they had come from, and what do you know? There wasn't anything there.

"I must be hallucinating…" I muttered under my breath.

The weird women began talking, in Japanese, out of all the languages, it had to be Japanese. They weren't even Japanese! So I did my part, and stared at them. For good measure, I made sure I had a deadpan look. It seemed that my intentions worked, and their irritation was rising by the second. Hah, that is what you get for speaking Japanese! I've hardly done any studying since my last stop, and their speech was all garbled.

I feel like I have failed my ego…

I then did the next best action and walked off in a different direction, absentmindedly wondering on why they had pink hair. It faintly reminded me of the smoke, of which I was pretty sure that I missed now. A weird thought for a weird thought, huh.

I didn't get very far when the women, with their pink hair, appeared in front of me. I was mildly surprised at their speed. You don't see anybody this fast. I glanced back at their previous spot, the back at them. One of them spoke then started attacking, and I could do very little against her speed. I'm not some Jack of all trades, even though it sounded pretty awesome, to be able to do some kick-ass move in those action movies that my parents watch on every Friday night. I did not stay awake to see one of their movies, hidden in the corner of the living room with the armchair as my only shield… nope, not at all.

I blacked out on the third hit, thinking I should have at least blocked her attacks with my chopsticks, tucked away in my breast pocket that was self-made.

The next time I regained consciousness, I noticed that I wasn't alone. What happened to my alone time? I sighed, unintentionally catching a few of their attentions. They spoke, again it was Japanese. Why? Because it was goddamn Japan, that's why. I muttered under my breath after letting out a breath. "Damnit!"

I ignored them, and drew up my knees towards my chest as I stared at the iron on the floor. Was it just me, or was this the most predictable spy gear of lasers? A bit more of staring at it, and I concluded that this was indeed some high-tech infrared laser. "Why the hell do they have this in a Middle School?"

"Because this is the Ring Conflict."

"I see," I blinked, then did a take back. I turned my head around, nearly cracking my neck in the process, and stared at who spoke. I was met with a hitman dressed baby, with the biggest and deepest obsidian eyes I have ever seen. I did another take back, then turned around, muttering. "The baby talked… it talked… Just how old is it anyway? Two?... I am definitely losing it now…"

"No you're not losing it."

I glanced at the baby warily. "I should be asking how you know English, because kids born in Japan only know Japanese."

"That is because I am the number one hitman." He said. Well that clears that he actually can speak, English no less.

"… hitman?" I paled. I swear the baby smirked! Are they even, logically, able to smirk at the age of two? "I am definitely losing it."

Hitmans, if what the dictionary stated is true, are supposed to be men who go kill for a living. Not a baby. I groaned as I dropped my head into my hands. "I don't know if I should be crying tears of joy that I find someone who can speak English, or crying for my end…"

"As much as I'd love to talk with you, I have other plans." He turned away and began to walk over to a group of people, and was that another baby? With a gun?

"Wait, so you're not going to kill me?" I questioned, slightly in relief, and slightly in misery at the loss of a talking partner. I didn't receive an answer, much to my disappointment, so I returned to doing my staring at the infrared lasers. From my knowledge, they were usually there to detect and set an alarm off. Police would then be able to hound the criminal in the fifteen minutes from the time the alarm was set off. At least that was how the action movies went… I sighed and got up to stretch. I had to wonder on why these people were stuck in here, a Middle School wouldn't be able to have infrared lasers, so this could just be a dud. I glanced around and that was when I saw it. I don't know why I had not seen something that huge, but my eyes weren't deceiving me, I even made sure to rub out the last bits of sleep from them before I headed outside today. But the TV screen, as huge as the wall of the school, was definitely there. I swore. "What the fuck?"

I turned to look at the rest of the people who were in here, all had turned their attention towards me. That was embarrassing, really embarrassing. I paid no heed to them, instead I focused my attention on the baby from before, his attention fixated on the screen. Which didn't make any sense. Sure there was a huge TV there, but it was turned off. What could be on there that I didn't know of? I cleared my throat. "Mr. Hitman?"

The baby turned, and I swear there was a glint in his eyes. I pushed the thought away as I focused on the matter at hand.

"What's on the screen?" I pointed to the TV screen.

He smirked. "A battle."

I frowned. "Battle?"

"Do you want to see?" The other baby was shouting something at the baby, but he obviously ignored him. The Doctor kept his mouth shut but he had some sort displeasure in his expression.

I kept my look even, as I sent glances at the empty TV screen. Did I want to know? My side that had been heavily affected by the pink smoke decided that it was something worth to see. And my adventure sense didn't let up for a second. So it was safe to claim that my rational thoughts had already flown out the window. A comforting thought, no? "Yeah, I want to see the show."

I swear the smirk widened on the cherubic face. The next thing I knew I was clutching my head in pain. The cause? A green mallet, with yellow eyes. "Great, now I'm personifying weapons…"

I jumped at the explosion that shook the ground, and I glanced around wildly at the sounds that erupted. Had this been going on since I had stepped foot into this place? How had I not noticed? I jumped at another loud explosion and, somehow, I had found the TV screen. People were shouting and they were yelling and it was all garbled, because it was in Japanese.

Somehow that dulled the whole 'going crazy' effect, but, whatever.

I looked down at the baby in front of me, I bet I looked like a madman but I could care less, and pointed to the screen that adorned the school wall, like it wasn't such a big deal that it was there. "Why the hell are they fighting?"

"I did tell you that this was a battle." He stated, tipping his fedora down.

… Was that an air of coolness? Surrounding a baby?

… I must have passed the Nutcase level….

The shouting grabbed my attention, and I looked up to see a group of kids making their way to the middle of the battered schoolyard. Something akin to flames were shooting out of a guy's hand…

Wait.

Backtrack.

"Is that fire?!" I looked down at the kid, my voice tinging on hysteria.

"And if I said so?" He glanced at me.

I was pretty sure that I considerably paled at the thought. I feel like I am light-headed for some reason… My attention was then taken by a huge crash, where the wall had been destroyed. I couldn't stand it anymore, and passed out.

I then woke up, only to find myself in a room…

of course I had started panicking when I didn't recognize it, but the baby from before brought me back to reality (and by that I mean he smashed my head with a green mallet, how I didn't die from such a hit was beyond me). He offered to offer an explanation for the events that had occurred (which definitely not a dream apparently), but I had out right refused, and practically ran out of the house in order to head home.

I should have realized the signs, but ignorance is bliss… right?

P.S. Don't ever come near a talking baby, it could be the end of your sanity.