Didn't Expect Xeno01 of all people to comment on a fic of mine. What the hell happened? Did a catastrophic event took place or something?

Btw, he WILL be called Accelerator at some point. But that would be a spoiler and a spoiler is a no-no. So... Just wait!


"Wakey, wakey!" A certain voice tuned into an annoyingly high pitch, along with a wafting smell in the air is a deadly combination in waking up a certain albino.

He groaned as he lifted his head from the pillow, rubbing his eyes as the persisting light from above kept him from going back into his deep slumber.

He looked over towards the source of it all. Yomikawa Aiho's head peeked through it, her hair falling, untied. She donned a bright smile on her face. "Come and wash your face real quick, breakfast is ready." She disappeared for a second before coming back in. "Oh, and it's 8, you have about an hour before the class starts. I would jump off right now if I were you."

And at that, she disappears. He sighed, pulling the blanket off of him. "Couldn't you have woken me up earlier then?" he murmurs. He groggily walked out, his eyes wincing as it tried to adjust to the bright lighting. Why are all the lights on?

The water is cold on his skin, his teeth gritting as he cringed over the freezing water. This is seriously gonna take some time before he could get used to waking up in the morning. His usual time of getting up is around 9 to 10. What a shame that school has to start earlier than that.

Talking about time, he entered the living room and looked at the watch to assess how much exactly he had. Aiho claimed that it was already 8. The clock showed 6:14. There was a tick on top of his eyes. "That traitor… unbelievable." he grumbled under his breath, messaging his temple.

With the water running down his face, the cold seeps away the fatigue. He could no longer go back to sleep even if he wanted to.

Again, he sighed the second time that hour. Since he's already awake, he might as well start the day off. Having this much time has its own ups, at least.

He sat on a chair by the table. Two plates. Again, just like yesterday, another curry. "Have you ever cooked anything besides this?" He comments, grabbing onto a spoon.

"Why? Do you not like it?" she tilted her head.

"It's fine. Just a bit repetitive, I guess." He took a mouth full of it. She contemplates his words as she settles on the chair across from him.

She shrugged. "Why not?" He raised an eyebrow. "I'll see if I can cook something else later." That appears to have made her even more energetic than earlier.

They enjoyed the food with some light banters. Their plates are cleaned in 10 minutes. They spend an extra 3 cleaning the utensils.

He came back into his room and dressed in a more proper outfit. He approached his desk, books neatly stacked on top of one another. There was physics homework since they'd already covered most of the lessons. He took his bag that was leaning just beneath the legs of his chair and put them on.

He came out looking fresh. Aiho sat on the chair, looking at him. "We don't have to go yet, there's still an hour and a half left." She grinned when his eyes twitched.

He silently grumbled a chain of curses, setting the bag by the couch. "What're we gonna do then? Wait?" He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

She turned the tv off, standing up, stretching. "Of course not. We're heading off early." Aiho took her green jacket from the hanger and put it on. "We're going for a walk."

"A walk? Where?"

Her grin widens. "It's not far, just around the block."

It turns out to be the worst mistake he's ever made. The entirety of his person is in pain. Every inch of his muscles contracted with soreness. He's fought more in this half hour than his whole life combined.

She made him run 5 laps, walking another 5. It was hell. Absolute hell.

...

At school, he buries his head in his arms. Even though it had been a little over an hour since the nightmarish marathon, he still felt the aftereffects of pushing himself beyond his limit.

His limbs are quivering, so are his joints. His even breaths still left his lungs burning. He couldn't imagine ever doing that again. Any sort of physical activity now is gonna have whatever muscles he has to snap.

With Yomikawa finally back on her job, she now couldn't find the time to pick him up from school. She wanted him to walk home on his own. With the way his legs are right now, he felt like he might as well never go back.

The chair to his front screeches, dragged as something heavy falls onto it. His frown was hidden deep within his arms. It's this kid again. He hoped that it wouldn't bother him, at least for today.

"Hey-ya, Yomikawa-san!"

'Damn it.' he wasn't given enough time to pray for this shit. The quick time event is too short, especially with this handicap in hand. Or limbs.

He lifted his head just enough so he could peek. He noticed several people approaching. The person who called him out was one of the girls from yesterday. It was the talkative one.

"You okay? You don't look so good." a short girl asked.

He shrugged. "I'm tired."

"You too, huh? I spent the entire night working on that homework as well. It's a hassle, for real, for real." A shapely boy replied.

They ended up having a conversation around his desk. He couldn't try to get some rest even if he wanted to, so he ended up joining them as well.

"What's with those dorky glasses?"

"They help me to focus in class."

"How would that even work? Do you even need to wear them?"

"No, but whenever I wear them, I feel like a nerd and subconsciously act like one; thereby paying more attention to the teacher."

"Have you tried feeling more like a normal person?"

The class was barren until the bell rang. The rest of the students are herded on by the teacher for today's subject, each taking a seat by their designated desks.

Today's subject; mathematics. Numerous groans were heard. Whether the teacher heard it or not was unknown, either way, no reactions were given.

The teacher shuffled his papers, turning his chair so that his back was facing the class. He explains the relationship between two variables, carrying out each step with a particle graph. His words were already receding into obscurity, but the acrid smell of his irritation still lingered in the air.

The subject he already understood so easily. It is mathematics afterall.

"In probability theory, what is the most likely outcome in a game of dice?"

"1 in 6." Sakazuki answers swiftly, not even missing a single beat.

"Correct! The probability of getting any particular number is the number of ways that outcome can occur divided by the total number of possible outcomes." He then went on to explain this even further with more details.

The boy to his front then leans to his back. "That's for yesterday." Even without seeing his face, he could immediately tell he was smug as shit.

"I wasn't gonna answer anyway." Hirano mumbled, unbothered.

"Is that so?"

"Hn. Too easy."

The boy didn't reply for several seconds. Until he clicked his tongue and leaned back into his desk, without saying a word.

Hirano sighed. "What are you trying to prove here?" He whispered.

There was a test not long after. They were supposed to complete 25 questions in an hour. He was taking his time to get it done, making sure his handwriting was at least presentable. It was completed in 20 minutes. Sakazuki took less than 15 minutes.

Both papers got a perfect 100/100. Everyone shared their test scores between each other. Only 4 out of the 25 people in class had a perfect mark.

Much for the irritation of the two, they were now being compared to one another. Hirano can only sit still, letting Sakazuki's eyes bore deep into his soul.

Hirano felt the need to teach this kid a lesson. But much to his dismay, there were rules concerning things regarding fighting within the proximity of the school. The penalty for it was a 2 week suspension. Or, God forbid, expulsion.

Not wanting to disappoint Aiho, he kept this feeling to himself. He'll just peel a kneecap or two once the opportunity presents itself.

The next class came, and it was literature. The majority of it was spent listening to boring lectures and reading boring stories. He didn't know why this kind of class even needed to exist. He only sees it as a lame excuse for nerds to have more time reading some more boring books like Game of Thrones to make even more DnD scenarios and shit.

Lunchtime rolls in. Everyone got up from their seats to either stretch, or go out straight to the cafeteria, most of it was both. Those who remain grouped up with their circle of friends. He was already expecting this, so he placed his box on top of his desk.

Just as he'd expected, those same 5 people came over with their desks in tow. "Finally bringing something I see. What'd you have? Can I try?" said the talkative girl.

"I don't know yet. I haven't really seen it." The girl leans over to see the contents as he opens the lid. His eyes twitched. It was the same curry from this morning. "That woman needs to learn how to cook." He mused.

The girl didn't wait for another second before putting in her plastic spoon, bringing it back to her mouth. "Hey, that's pretty good!"

"Hey. That's not nice. You shouldn't take something without his permission." One short girl scolds.

The talkative girl rolls her eyes, moving her box closer to his. "You can have one of my tofu in turn."

"Just one?" The short girl adds in.

"Well? All I did was take a bite."

The two's argument went on and on but never truly escalated any further. Unfortunately, it also did not settle for a bit more time until one of the boys broke them out of it.

Although, said boy ended up being the receiving end of the verbal persecution, for neither of the females could take him seriously. At the end of it, he was left alone, eating his food shivering like a kicked dog. Yet his sacrifice was not in vain, because the ensuing silence was deafening. All eyes were on the distraught boy.

With no talks made to disrupt and prolong their lunch, they finished their meal quickly enough to still have about 40 minutes before the next class starts.

They spent the next several minutes quietly, just sitting while they kept themselves busy with something else. Most of it is spent working on yesterday's homework. They asked for his works later on because they're too lazy to find the answers. He has an inkling of suspicion that it wasn't just that.

Once they were done, they offered to show him around the school because they didn't get to do it yesterday. He doesn't feel like walking, but he is bored with just staying around in this room. And they don't seem to be content with just small talk.

He agreed, mostly out of curiosity on what else this place could offer. He'd been told by Aiho that she missed going to school, and that she would go back in time just to experience it all over again if given the opportunity. He knows she's not too well equipped when it comes to the intelligence department. So it has to be something besides the classes. Conversing with other people isn't exclusively done in school, so not that either. He wanted to find that thing and experience it as well.

If it can leave a mark in her memory, he wanted it on him as well.

The halls are more lively than it was when he first came this morning. The hall was filled with kids, chatting by the window or on their way somewhere. He could spot a few people following a teacher, stacks of papers on their hands.

He overhears some people about napping on the rooftops. About how it was great, because the view is always dazzling and that the wind isn't too hard nor is it too faint. He should try that sometimes.

They passed on several more people on the way down. They were wearing different sets of clothings from their casual ones, yet matched each other in their white and red collared outfits. "What're they wearing?" He asked the person besides him, the shapely boy.

"That's a PE uniform. Never seen them before?" He shook his head. "That's… new. Ah, well, I don't know where you come from but we'll be wearing them later anyways, you can check them out by then."

He was curious as to why there was an entirely new dress code made specifically for this class. Maybe it was a special class? What does PE stand for? He's gonna assume it was Physics and Engineering. What would it be besides that, it is what the city truly excels at after all. All in all, he can't wait to try it out.

Down on the first floor, the amount of people was greatly diminished. One hallway was almost entirely devoid of people. In one turn however, everything changes into a whole different thing.

"What's going on over there?" he asked, stopping in the middle of his tracks.

"That? That's the cafeteria."

Hundreds of students from all different classes and ages flourished into the grand court that is this place. There were so many movements, he couldn't keep up. All of them are doing something and not just idling around. It truly shows just how big this place really is.

Other than it being diverse, the other noticeable thing is that the place is loud. Like, really loud. The main court is filled with students eating their lunches and having small talks with other students. The mess of students are lined up in front of a magnificent window, where one can see the field perfectly.

Throngs of people are all packed in here, and there is no way for the faint of heart to navigate in and out of this place. Bringing his own lunch appears to be the only option left for him.

"I'm gonna go and get some bread. I'm still not full because a certain person kept picking my rice." The short girl eyed a person in particular. A trim boy averted his gaze with a blush from the slander. "Anyways, do you guys want anything?"

Everyone shook his head, including him. She nodded, telling them to head on without her, and that it might take her a while before she could catch up. Looking at the long line of students, he could see why she said that.

One their way out, he could feel a gaze right on the back of his neck. He looked back but couldn't spot the person.

20 minutes in, they had already covered most of the school grounds. There were still some more places to visit, but their legs had gotten painful from all the walking. They stopped by on a bench that was located on grassy grounds, just a few metres away from the gymnasium.

Tired and dehydrated, the talkative girl started. "Petition to send this guy and get us some drinks?" She points at a boy with glasses. Who sagged his shoulders when everyone agreed.

"Can you stop calling me that? I have a name, y'know."

"Yeah, yeah, and here's my money." The talkative girl was nice enough to give him an extra since it was her idea to send him. Everyone else gave the boy their money. All except for Hirano. They look at him.

"What?" He blurts. They didn't answer. All he had to do was look at the bundle of coins on the boy's palm. "I don't have any on me."

The talkative girl tilts her head. "Why? We just got an allowance last week, did we not?"

"You get an allowance?"

"Of course we do. Everyone does!" The shapely boy then raised an eyebrow. "Did you seriously not get any?"

He shrugged. "I just made my ID card yesterday. Maybe that's why." They nodded, agreeing on the possible assumption. "How much do you get anyways?" He added right after.

"It depends on the Levels. I'm a Level 0, so I get around 100,000 a month." His eyes widened slightly at the ludicrous amount. "I don't know the exact value, but the Level 5s get the most amounts. I heard they also get paid for whatever project they were involved in." The boy with glasses said with a tinge of envy.

The second one might be bullshit. He's been involved in a project for as long as he can remember, and he has yet to see a single penny of that payment he's supposed to be getting. He can smell some legal case in the air. He's watched 'Just Dial Ethan', he can definitely be a lawyer .

"Just get him whatever." The talkative girl waved her hands, handing the boy with glasses another piece of coin. She then points her hand at him. "Just promise me that you'll pay me back when you get your first allowance." Another one of her fingers is raised. "And make it double."

He just met this kid yesterday and she's already extorting him for money. He shrugged. Not like 2 coins is that much to begin with. "Hn. Whatever you say." The kid smugs. If a Level 0 makes as much as the other kid claims, then he wondered how much he, a Level 5 would make.

Whilst waiting for their beverages to arrive, the short girl rejoined them with a frown all over her face. "They ran out." She stated. There was no reason to ask for any elaboration.

At some point, a conversation begins, which starts a chain of question and answers amongst the group. They asked each other what was the thing that they liked the most in the world.

"It's the 'Krrrrr' sound an ATM makes when you take them papers out." The talkative girl was the first to answer. "And of course the colour leafy-green." She seemingly drooled a bit. "I love papers." These claims answers as to why she was so stingy with her stuff.

Just like her, everyone else shared their favourite things. Much of it has something to do with shows or fictional characters. Those who didn't choose foods and such, including him, who proclaimed black coffees as his favourite of all.

This elicited some weird looks and raised eyebrows from his peers. "Are you sure you're normal, Yomikawa-san?" the short girl asked. "I don't think I've ever met anybody who likes their coffee black. Not because it's black, of course."

"But they're good," he retorts.

"I don't care what you say, they're bitter." The talkative girl interjects, crossing her arms. "No wonder you're so skinny. You need to drink it with milk!" She pulled out a single coin, tossing it to the boy with glasses whilst throwing back her golden blond hair. "He needs some milk. Go get him some."

Giving no time for the kid to retaliate, she tossed another coin. He sighed and went on with the job. She smirked towards him. "You now owe me 8 coins." Her tone condescending, she showcased her ability to take advantage of some situations and turn it into something profitable. "It's called a hustle, sweetheart. Everybody wants to make some quick buck, right?"

The power of capitalism runs through the veins of the European descent.

The bells rang faintly in the background. They got up from the wooden bench and walked along the paving blocks towards the massive single building.

They were the first to get there. The place is massive, the court is shiny. Their steps echo through the place. He stares in bewilderment. He didn't know they made this place in the outside world as well. He remembers similar floors like this, used specifically to gauge one's ESP ability. The biggest difference being that the one underground was all bright white.

They then went through a door, leading to a changing room of some sort. There were two paths, opposed to one another. A sign on top of each entrance, blue and pink. He was told not to enter the pink one unless he wants his balls cut off, whatever that means. He still heeds the girl's words with caution. They seemed pretty serious about it.

He and the three others entered the other place. There were lockers and wooden benches everywhere. It reeks of steaming hot showers. The other three headed for their lockers almost by instinct. They knew which one's theirs and which one's not.

He didn't know which one's even his. Was he supposed to have one? If yes, he wasn't informed of it. So he just sits and watches.

Minutes passed, and most of the students from his class had already arrived. He felt left out, being the only one wearing casual clothing while the others wore matching ones.

He followed as the others went outside. They formed a line at the centre of the court, a male teacher awaiting for them, a clipboard in hand. He called them by name, one by one.

"Yomikawa Hirano." He calls out. He didn't have to answer, as his eyes were already on him. The only odd ones out of everyone. But he still responded out of necessity. "So you're the new kid. Your locker is 141." He was approached and was given a piece of paper. "That's the combination for the locker. Memorize it. Now please go and change."

He did so as asked. The outfit was rather freeing, flexible. It hugged against his body, but they can be stretched just fine. They were perfect for moving around in.

He came back out to find the others already divided into two groups. Three students stood on the side. The talkative girl, Sakazuki, and one random student. Sakazuki then points at the kid. "I pick him."

The random student then walked past Sakazuki, who smirked devilishly at him. The talkative girl gestured for him to get closer. "How good is your aim?"

He tilts his head for a brief second, until merely shrugging. "Enough, I guess."

"Good." She nods.

He looked past her and saw the teacher bringing over a box, filled to the brim with red balls. "What're we supposed to do with those?" He asked out of curiosity.

"We're gonna be playing a game." She didn't have to wait for him to ask what the game was. Just him raising his eyebrows is enough of an indicator. She was gonna answer, but a loud whistle stopped her.

She gulped. He could see a hint of worry in her eyes. "Try not to get hit, will you?" She went over to the other side, pulling his wrist.

"Alright everyone. Today, we'll be playing dodge balls."

A minute later, everything went to chaos.

Crimson coloured balls scattered across the polished floor like rebellious confetti, eager to disrupt the order of the match. The referee's whistle pierced the air, signaling the commencement of pandemonium.

9 - 10 year olds, armed with adrenaline and rubbery ammunition, sprinted to the center line, launching balls with wild abandon. The ricochet of balls echoed through the gym, creating a symphony of chaos. Dodging became an art form as participants contorted their bodies with acrobatic finesse, narrowly avoiding the onslaught.

In the midst of the madness, he saw strategic alliances formed and dissolving in the blink of an eye. People communicated with furtive glances and impromptu signals, orchestrating daring maneuvers to outwit their opponents. The once-orderly gym transformed into a battlefield of mayhem, with people ducking, diving, and leaping to evade the relentless barrage.

He stood through it all, confused. Their screams and laughter deafening his ears. He looked around and saw some of his groups being absolutely abolished, balls hitting them like pellets without mercy.

The talkative girl was already out in less than a minute, hit right on her tummy. The short girl was still fighting, running around as a flurry of balls barely touched her.

He was focused entirely on his surroundings, that he didn't know what was going on to his front.

"Watch out!" a familiar voice warns.

He didn't know what happened, as everything just suddenly turned black. The loud orchestra of screams and laughter turns into silence.

His head hurts, especially his face. He opens his eyes and sees the lights up above. There was something on his face, he could feel. It reeks of iron.

He wiped his face. And on his palm he saw red. He stared at it. He felt dizzy.

"Alright, who did that?!" The teacher exclaimed, he sounded angry. "If nobody admits it, then I'll be punishing the whole class."

He punished the whole class.

The whole thing caused quite the commotion.They thought his nose was broken. Fearing the wrath of his guardian, everyone started blaming each other. It might have caused a rift between his classmates. And of course, the teacher wasn't gonna take any of that shit.

He stared out the window. He could hear the faint screams of the teacher, yelling at the others as they ran 10 laps around the field. He experienced the same thing just this morning, he knew their pain, so he felt kinda bad at them.

He was brought to the infirmary about 10 minutes ago. His face was cleaned. Fortunately, his nose wasn't broken, all the blood had come from a cut just above his lips. The nurse had patched him up and left him on the bed.

He was permitted to go home if he wished to do so, since PE was gonna last the entire period. He was fine with that, even at the expense of his classmates. Though, it was only the second day of school, so he didn't immediately go back. His stuff is already here, so no need to make extra trips back into class.

He laid on the infirmary bed for about an hour, resting his weary head due to the lack of his daily dose of napping. It was nice to be able to do that again.

With only half an hour on the clock, he got up and walked out with his bag on his back. Just as he went past the door, someone nearly crashed onto him. They stopped just in time from their brisk walking speed.

It's the girl from yesterday, he thought.

The girl looked up, staring right at him with curious eyes. "Ah, it's Mr. Prince." She said with a loud, high pitched voice. Typical to that of a true loli.

"Prince?" He repeats, a puzzled look on his face.

"You're a prince!" The little girl exclaims, saying it as if it was a matter of fact.

"I'm not a prince."

She tilted her head. "Are you not a prince?"

"I'm not."

Her shoulder sagged a little. "But mama said that all princes have nice hairs and beautiful skins." She said with a sigh.

He kept quiet. He didn't know how to react to her statements. He has only ever received compliments from a handful of people, so he wasn't quite used to those. Was it supposed to be compliment though?

He rubbed the back of his head until he realized something. "What're you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

She lit up at that. "There was a surprise quiz in class. The first 5 to finish get to go home quick."

He nodded. "You went past the stairway." He told her, pointing at the obvious path just right behind her.

"I was coming to visit you." Her answer threw him out of balance for a split second.

What reason was there for someone to visit him? He couldn't think of one. Even if she thought he was a prince, there was no way she would come all the way towards this place.

Judging by her appearance, he could safely assume that she is in 1st grade, a 2nd grade if he's pushing it. So there has to be a reason. "Why?"

"I saw you being taken by a nurse. There was ketchup running down your face, so I don't know what the fuss was all about."

"Again, why."

She smiles at the intensity of a thousand sun. "Mama told me that princes can grant you wishes... So..."

She took a deep breath. "Grant me my wishes!" She exclaimed all of a sudden, bowing repeatedly before her eyes met him once more. There was fire inside them.

His eyes twitched. He has a VERY bad feeling about this girl.


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