Summer had finally come to Tokyo. The dress code was now thin and short, along with farewells to warm clothes for another four months.

Ah, summer, the season of intense heat, sweat, and humidity. One of the worst place to be in this weather, is having to run beneath the scorching sun, because the day class just happened to be P.E.

But I, was experiencing the greatest of torture. I was trapped in a wide room with a well waxed gray floor, and white painted walls with several windows. Dear god! In the front of the room is a blackboard with chalk and a wide TV screen beside it. The horror! There's also a green notice board on the back, with a purple orchid in a vase called 'grape'! The humanity! And worst of all, thirty identical desks and chairs, along with thirty individuals sitting on each one.

The most frightening fact is that these people were wearing familiar clothes as mine. And to make matters worse, I couldn't escape from this place! This place is a prison, a prison from hell!

*yawn..*

Except, it's not. It's hard to call it hell if it has great air conditioning. And with that, my self discussion of the day of, 'is school hell?' was over. My verdict is, 'three stars, needs a patch'.

"Well, this is exhausting..."

Even after my dynamic imagining, only three measly minutes had passed. Having to look at the same old blackboard for four classes in a row, was beyond the point of being tedious. I felt like having a migrane if I have to look at the board for more than five seconds. I usually have no problem paying attention in class, since I actually care about my grades, but today my brain just seemed to quit on me.

"Man, I knew skipping breakfast would bite me in the ass today..."

Right now I was practicing what I'd write for my future biography, also known as killing time. I, who's now running on a empty stomach, am Itou Akasaka. I'm a first year student of Eitouku Gakuen, which is a fairly known private school in Tokyo. Not bragging or anything, I'm just saying.

For a appearance sensitive 16 year old, I could say my looks are... decent. The one thing that's noticeable of me is my natural white hair, maintaining the perfect balance of both spiky and fluffy. On second thought, maybe my hair being natural is kind of a lie, since I receive a little help from mister hair gel for that slight edge. But it only takes ten percent of my hair, and compared to hundreds of 'natural organic foods' in markets, I'd say mine still counts as natural.

"Crap, that only took a minute."

I thought a good three minutes was worth going over my looks, but the passage of time was clearly not helping me today. I could be passing out due to the lack of food, but there was two things that kept me awake, excited even.

Despite the class being incredibly exhausting(sorry sensei), was that right after this was lunch time, where I could stuff all the nutrients I need at the cafeteria. The second is a mental countdown of a certain major event that's only a month from now. I'm a student and it's summer, it's obvious. The day that all students are freed of their shackles! Summer vacation!

'Okay, thirty seconds. Off to a great start.'

*Yawn*

My jaws opened in reflex, and a long, drowsing yawn escaped from my mouth. My eyes grew tired as fatigue started to get me. While rubbing my eyes, my desk started to look like the perfect pillow. And I thought to myself, it wouldn't hurt to lie down?

"-tou?"

'Wha, huh?..."

Somehow I snapped myself back, and found myself slowly nodding towards the desk. I was 'this' close to falling asleep in class.

After taking a deep breath I sat straight, hoping a new posture would rid the sleep off. It was odd that I was tired enough to almost fall asleep, when I'm sure I had plenty of sleep yesterday. Or maybe it was the empty stomach that's talking.

"Crap. Don't sleep, don't sleep!..."

I even gave myself a slight slap on my cheeks. To be fair, I could just lie down if I'm overly tired. I'd risk maybe a scornful look from the teacher, which is really not that bad. But this. THIS particular teacher is a different story. If I get caught it'd mean mental torture for-

Zrrrr-

It was then I saw something only I could see. A certain image, rolling in front of my eyes, and overlapping with the vision of my classroom.

Is this sudden supernatural phenomenon a calling of something great, or a gift from god like beings? Neither. It's despicable, that's what it is.

"Great, what is it now?"

I was irritated. I grit my teeth and barely held the urge to swear out loud. I just wish I had a normal single day without this happening. Since it appeared I might as just get over with it. It was like the usual. I'm able to tell what it is, but the image has a bit of a haze, as if it's played by a broken movie projector.

It's an image of someone, with a light green, almost mint like colored hair.

"Hold on, isn't this-"

"I, Itou kun?..."

"Sweet mother of!-"

A sudden voice came from my left ear. It surprised me out of nowhere and almost made me jump out of my seat. I grasped my beating heart and turned my head to check, to see a young woman with a mint fishtail braid ponytail.

"S, Sensei?!"

"Umm... Yeah, that's me!..."

I 'expected' sensei to walk up to my desk, but I didn't know it'd be this soon. Wait, I just 'saw' about four seconds worth, than does that mean sensei went all the way here in a few seconds? My seat is almost at the end of the classroom, and I didn't even hear her footsteps!

'For someone who wears heels, she's pretty fast!'

This sneaky speedster was Saya sensei, first year math teacher, which also happens to be my homeroom teacher. She was what you call a natural beauty, with her smooth and unique mint hair, that was long enough to fall down to her back. The neat and professional attire of her black and brown dress suit, highlighted sensei's already beautiful features.

She was undoubtedly our class idol. And now, she's right next to me, watching me with her big gray eyes, smiling like a warm sun to an unworthy student like me. It was such a great honor, which would be in any other circumstances, except this one.

"So, um, h, how could I help you? I, It's not everyday my own teacher comes over to my seat! O, Of course it's not like I feel uncomfortable about it! In fact I wish this happens more often! Oh, what I mean is,"

I tried to speak properly like a normal human being, but I was so caught off guard, half of the words coming out of my mouth was from pure chaos.

"I, Itou kun? Could you please calm down? You're not in trouble. W, Well, I did call you for some math problems but you didn't answer. B, but it's okay, it's fine. Takashi solved it and he did brilliantly."

"Thanks man! It's not everyday you can get sensei's praise!"

One of the male students called Takashi saw me, and had an arrogant grin on his face, as if to say, 'Boy, you missed out hard, bro',

"You're... welcome!..."

I bit my lower lip as my blood boiled with rage. I got robbed of a well earned praise from a beauty that is sensei! I was looking forward to today's math class, just for a chance to get Saya sensei innocent and warm praise, and yet I blew it away! All that's left is mundane history and that science class from the dreaded 'Muscle'.

'Screw you Takashi! Even if I don't know you very much, but still! I hope you rot in hell!'

Of course, I couldn't express any sign of my primal rage, because showing any of that to a pure angel like sensei, would be a disgrace as a human being.

"Speaking of, I called you several times but you didn't answer, so I came to check on you... I, I didn't disturb you, did I?..."

Oh, no. I didn't like where this is going. But her eyes watering, her lips fidgeting with concern, that could mean only one thing. Did I, make Saya sensei, upset? A pure, innocent being like her?

"N, No! Not at all! In fact, it's my fault for not paying attention in class!"

"O, Of course... Because I fail to properly teach my own students..."

I tried blaming myself since I really was at the fault here, but Saya sensei didn't seem to listen. In fact, I think what I said just made things worse.

"Wha, What? That's not what I..."

"I, It's fine... I'm so sorry.. I should have made my class more interesting.. I'm such a failure as a teacher.."

"Sensei, please! I didn't say anything about the class being boring!"

Despite how hard I'm telling her, Saya sensei's eyes started to turn red. Her elbows and her voice started to tremble, like at any moment she would burst into tears. Saya sensei is a timid person, and she's not the type to put someone in trouble. But when there's trouble in class, she guilt trips herself like this EVERY. SINGLE. TIME! And it's not like she's doing this on purpose. In fact, It'll be more easier if sensei was a two faced scumbag, but no. Saya sensei actually believes that she's responsible for every trouble she happens to find, even when she's hardly involved in it.

This is why I didn't want to upset sensei. In fact, everyone in this class doesn't dare to, because her pure guilt will make anyone uncomfortable!

'Oh god, it hurts! It feels my soul got kicked in the nuts!'

"Sensei, just please calm down, don't do anything regretful."

"You're right, Itou kun. Someone else who wishes to be a teacher is suffering unemployment because of me. I shall resign, and give those who really deserves this job!"

"That's not what I said!"

"What?! How dare you say that to our sweet sensei!"

"That is low, Itou!"

"I swear to all existing gods that I said nothing like that!"

If sensei's innocent guilt trip wasn't bad enough, there's the 'white knights' who always try to defend sensei. I know they're trying to impress her, but really they need to get a life.

'Just what I need, more opinions. Please don't tell me this gets worse.'

But things did get worse.

Zrrr-

Another vision flashed before my eyes. I turned my head to the window and tried to open it. I had to act fast before it's too late. However the lock was stiff, so I had to forcibly push it to the side. The window almost broke but it was now open, letting in the summer heat into our air conditioned classroom.

"I, Itou?!"

"What's he doing?"

"Hey! What's the big idea! It's hot out you know!"

I didn't have time to listen to their complaints, even if they were justified. I stuck my head out the window, and as soon as I did something from above swiftly passed me, and kept on falling downwards. When I looked down it was like the vision, a second year senior carrying cardboard boxes, oblivious of what's about to happen.

"Hey! Box dude! Watch out!"

In a hurry I yelled out as loud as I could. The second year senior looked up clueless, and soon his eyes widened in panic.

Clang!

The sharp sound echoed as a vase got shattered in pieces. Boxes were scattered and the senior carrying it fell to the ground. It was an accident, a very close one.

"Whew..."

"H, H, Holy shit!"

The lump of dirt and broken vase pieces laid on the ground right beside the shaken, but unscathed second year. By throwing away the boxes, he managed to jump out of the way in the nick of time.

"You alright down there?"

"Y, Yeah, thanks for the heads up! God that was close!"

Other than some dirt on his pants, the second year didn't have a scratch on him. If I'd been just a few seconds late, he would've been face down on the ground while unconscious, which tends to happen when you get hit by a heavy object from over three stories high. Having to see a person lying on the ground bleeding was one time too many, so I acted. Even if a part of myself told me I shouldn't.

"I, Is anyone hurt?! The plant hanger's screw got loose and!..."

A random female student from two floors above me poked her head out in a hurry. She was panicking as much as the second year below. She gasped when she saw the second year fallen down on the ground, only mere centimeters away from the broken vase. The second year's surprised eyes met with the vase's owner, and I swear I could hear her heartbeat stop.

"Hic!"

"Hey it's fine, no one's hurt."

"R, Really?"

"Uh, hello!? Don't say it so lightly when I'm the one who almost got my skull cracked bt a potted plant!"

"Eeee! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"Well this seems like it's not my business. I'll leave you two at it."

While those two are busy, I slid my head back in to the classroom and closed the window. It was quick, clean, and most importantly, none of the two had the chance to ask questions. Now all I have to do is to go back to my seat, and act natural.

"Uh, what just happened?"

"I think I heard something break outside."

"Did Itou do something?"

"No, he just opened the window and yelled."

"Yeah, but why?"

I forgot that I'm the one who interrupted the class, and everybody except me was wondering why. I was so focused on preventing my visions, I didn't realize I'd made myself the center of attention.

"Itou kun? A, Are you, okay? I, If it's not any trouble, mind if I ask what happened?"

"Oh, that's..."

"What's the matter, man? Sensei's just asking you a question."

"Umm..."

"You know, I think I saw something fall from the upper floor."

"Really? Then it's a good thing he warned the person below, you can get a serious concussion if you get hit in the head!"

"If that's the case, how did he know?"

"Well, I dunno. Huh..."

"Ah..."

I thought I was doing alright, but it turns out I've just jumped out of the pan and into the fire. Instead of one person with questions, I now had a whole classroom looking at me for answers. And with sensei also being curious, I couldn't ignore it without looking suspicious.

I couldn't let anyone find out about my, 'symptoms'. I wouldn't allow it. Never again. Even if my life depends on it...

'Crap. What should I do?'

"Ahem, sensei? We were in the middle of the class? If you think you're still a faliure, now's your time to prove it."

"O, Oh right! Oh dear, I messed up again..."

Suddenly, somebody insisted that we continue the class. Sensei seemed to be persuaded, but some of my classmates didn't seem to let go of this gossip. They kept 'acting' as if interested, but really they were just trying to delay class until lunchtime.

Then someone else, with a more louder voice shouted out so everyone could listen.

"Guys! Are you all nuts?! The more time we waste, the more homework we're gonna get!"

"""...What?"""

"N, Now that I think about it final exams are coming up, and if we're not making progress, I, I guess I'll have to give everyone extra assignments?"

"""What?!"""

"What the hell are we doing right now?!"

"Sensei! Please start the class! Immediately!"

"Quench our thirst for knowledge!"

The second attempt worked like a charm. Knowing that there's nothing to gain, everybody was almost begging for sensei to continue.

"O, Okay! Now let's go back to page 82, and see-"

And just like that, in just a few seconds it was like as if nothing had happened. Sensei was teaching us again, and thanks to some enlightenment, everyone was focusing extra hard.

I was free from all the unwanted attention. Hearing all those questions for something I can't tell, it felt like I was suffocating, scared even. The second person to persuade everyone really saved me from trouble. And it just so happens I knew who it was.

As I'm about to sit down, at the far left, across about three seats from mine, a hand was waving sideways towards my direction, and soon gave me a big thumbs up. I chuckled and replied back with a thumbs up.

"Thanks for the assist."

"Hm? Did you say something, Itou kun?"

"N, Nothing! I thought you called me, that's all."

I sat down before sensei finds me more suspicious than I already am.

I sighed with relief. My heart was pounding hard from the anxiety of almost being caught. It's not like I'm a criminal. I haven't done anything wrong to deserve this. I was so sick of having to be afraid, that if anyone finds out my nightmare would start all over again.

'All because of my goddamn, vision!'

This 'vision' isn't something that happened recently. Even when I was young, I could 'see' who will win a race match, when my parents will come home, and when some kind of accident will happen, without any knowledge of me knowing so.

To put it in short,

I could see into future events.

I was born with these visions. It wasn't an all time, all seeing thing like you see in some fantasy stories. For one thing, it always happens whenever it feels like it. I had no control over it whatsoever. It always comes without any warning. One minute I'm relaxing in the living room, and just a second later, I see my neighbor's house burning in flames. The times I got startled by a sudden vision was so many that I lost track after 385, when I was 6.

When I turned 8, I learned another thing about my visions. After multiple experiments by comparing the clocks I saw in my visions, I was only able to see within three hours ahead of time. When I first realized the limit of my visions, I was genuinely upset.

Back then, I used these sights to benefit myself and help others that needed it or close to me. Solving difficult answers and helped my friends and people close to me avoid bad events that would happen to them. At first I thought I was luckiest kid on earth, that I was blessed with this 'gift' to help others. The year after that, was when I truly loathed my powers.

In the summer of when I was in third grade, I had a friend named Shinya, who was really into soccer. One day, when we were playing outside together with some friends, I saw a vision of him crashing into a car. I was so shocked that I told Shinya right away what was going to happen. Shinya didn't know about my ability, so it was obvious that he didn't believe me. I even suggested to play somewhere else, but he just laughed and just kept on playing. While playing, one of the kids kicked the ball so hard that it went flying. When Shinya rushed to retrieve it, he reached the road, and then the same car that I saw in my vision was coming right at him. I ran with all my might and yanked Shinya just before he got hit.

I asked Shinya if he was okay, but he shook with horror while looking at me, and immediately ran screaming. From there, my misfortune was just getting started.

Next day, Shinya completely avoided me and called me a monster. Not only that, my friends who were at that day, also avoided me because they saw what happened. They started to make rumors about me so nobody can go near me. They even ganged up and beat me. Saying that a monster like me needs to get rid of. Even the teachers believed their words over mine. Everytime I was alone. Nobody helped me, when all I wanted was to help others.

My whole childhood was a living hell. It didn't matter if I was in a different class, the ones who 'knew' still tormented me. They told everyone in my new class that I was 'different', and at that point I gave up on fighting. Everybody treated me like dirt, and I started to believe that myself. And then I realized that my ability was not a blessing. It was a disgusting curse.

If not for my parents who supported me, I might have done something horrible. They went through the trouble to move to a whole new neighborhood, even when they had friends and their jobs there, just for the sake of me. After that and... middle school, I told myself to change and swear that I would never give attention to my visions and let anyone else know about it.

If I see a vision I tried my best to ignore it. What happened today was not a change of heart for me. It was more of a reflex. But if I had the time to think, I probably... wouldn't done nothing, even if that second year was in danger.

Maybe I really am heartless. Maybe Shinya and his gangs are right, what if I really am a monster about thinking like this? I was just... so afraid that the past events will happen to me again... I just want to live normal life...

"...Get it together Itou. Don't think about anything in the past..."

Thinking about my childhood brought nothing but painful memories. It was best to bury it back into my memories and get back on my studies. However the disgust and anger in me wasn't going away. I'm trying to focus in class, but the painful past I've dug up was refusing to be buried again.

"Oh come on, not now. Fuck."

It felt like I had a thorn in my head, and was irritating me to no end. If anyone came up to me right now, I'm worried I might just lash out to them out of spite. It was best for me to calm down, so I thought of ways that could help ease my mind. Before I was irritated to even bother anymore, I decided the quickest way was to meditate.

"One...two... One...two..."

To tell the truth I didn't know much about meditation, nor have done it before. The best of my knowledge was it's about emptying your thoughts by closing your eyes while breathing in rhythm.

I did just that. I closed my eyes, took deep regular breaths and tried to think of nothing. Few seconds have passed but nothing changed. I was still pissed and it wasn't going away. It felt like a waste of time, but I decided to keep on.

'I hope sensei's busy looking at someone else. It'll be trouble if she sees.. me...'

More seconds passed, or it could be already a minute. My head began to feel fuzzy. My body felt light, as if the weight of my body was leaving me. By the time I realized, the irritation I had felt had gone, and all that's left were my weightless, empty mind.

'Wow, this worked really well. Now back to class, then.'

I didn't move.

'Huh?...'

I couldn't move.

'What is this? Why can't I move?'

My attempts weren't responding. I could feel my hands, my legs, my whole body in clarity. However when I'm trying to move them, it didn't budge an inch, as if they're stuck in place.

'What in the hell in going on? Come on, move!'

It seemed like somekind of sleep paralysis. But how? I didn't even fall asleep. This time I tried moving all my body at once, thinking that it'd work if I move every part at the same time. It was to no avail. Instead it made it worse, as I started to lose the feeling of my limbs, as if being erased from existence.

'You've gotta be kidding me! Help! Anyone, help me!'

I screamed for dear life, only for my screams to echo back to me, with no response from anyone. My hands to my shoulders. My feet to my waist. Part to part, piece by piece were taken from me. Eaten? Erased? The cause of this was unknown. Only that I was floating, no, sinking into nothingness.

'H, Help... Ple..se...'

I cried out one last time, only for my mouth to disappear before I could finish the sentence. I stared in terror as everything, the sound, time and space, vanish along with me. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. Not anymore.

My eyes trembled. My eye trembled. I sank, I floated, I'm gone. And then,

Only black.