W&F Section Story Collaboration: The Boring Boy

Hey everyone, I'm back after a bit of an absence since the contest and I come with a craving for writing. So, I wanted to try out a little writing project with you all. This is a little test to see how well this goes, but I'm interested in where and how far we can take a collaborative story. Basically we will share a central generic story and start where the next person leaves off. This can be a good way to get over writer's block, practice your writing and collaboration skills, or just plain have some fun.

Anyone can participate as long as they follow a few reasonable and minimal ground rules:

1. Please try to keep your grammar, spelling, and punctuation skills up so everyone else can understand you.
2. Try to submit between two-to-four paragraphs, though the dialogue limit can be more lax.
3. Please let at least two or three people post between any posts you make to encourage collaboration.
4. No killing off main or side characters, as the story won't be fun for everyone if our subjects die randomly.
5. Keep comments above or below story text in parenthesis or something to distinguish it. If you just want to make comments about the story, feel free to do so in the writers' lounge linked in my signature.

Aside from those, try to be creative and don't be afraid to be drastic. Also, this will be good training for working with the unexpected. Someone may take the story in a direction you didn't expect, but that's okay. You can prove your strength in running with whatever the participants have in store. I made the setting to crave adventure and weird stuff. Speaking of which...

This story is going to be in present time in a seemingly normal school in Japan. Our main character is a pretty boring and blank-slated high school boy named Shiro. The only descriptive thing about him is that he's boring, his life is boring, and he's sick and tired of it.

Without further adieu, I'll start us off. I look forward to seeing what we can accomplish together.

Today was a regular spring day, unlike any other so far. School was in its final session before summer and Shiro was, as usual, peering out of the window beside his desk. The way the birds flew through the spring air so carefree made him a tad bit jealous. They got to fly around and do as they pleased, but here he was, in class and confined.

"Everyone, please remember to turn in the homework questions assigned on pages 294 and 297 for tomorrow's session and..." The teacher was just about to wrap up and free him of this prison. Shiro wasn't always like this, he used to be quite studious, but up until now his life had nothing significant about it and he didn't ever have great life experiences like other people seemed to. He gave a long sigh and peered out the window once more as everyone began to pack up their things.

"Oi! Shiro!" A whiny and condescending voice ripped him from his daydream. Shiro didn't want to turn his head to face his instigator. "Are you just going to sit there all day? The teacher let us off, moron. You're always such a boring pain, I can't believe I always have to..." It was Yui, his next-door neighbor. She was sort of a childhood friend, but lately she had become such a tsundere bitch. "...and hey! Are you even listening to me?"

"God, shut up already, Yui. I know, I know. Let's just go home, okay? I promise I'll get you that candy sweet you like from the convenience store on the way home if you'll get off my case," Shiro pleaded albeit dismissively as he got up from his desk chair and began walking out of the classroom. Her agitated face turned into a victorious grin as she skipped after him. They had just exited the school, but Shiro was still mentally distant. "I'm sick of this, Yui. Life is so boring. We have to do something memorable. It's a good thing summer break's almost here..." Yui raised an eyebrow. Shiro was certainly acting weird, but she didn't even know where to start.

"Summer break is almost there, so let's do something fun...like playing games together all day maybe?" said Shiro with a somewhat plain expression. In his mind, he was filled with excitement, although his boring facade gave an impression that his words would be much more vacant than what he originally meant to be.

"Seriously...you...." with a disappointed look, Yui gave Shiro a light slap across his cheeks. "...really got me worked up for nothing." she continued her words with an expression of chagrin due to letting her hopes sky-high only to be thrown up towards the abyss of disappointment. "SO THAT'S WHAT YOU MEANT BY 'FUN' HUH? FUN MY ARSE!" ending up with a sharp retort which sends shivers down Shiro's spine. She turned her back awkwardly against him, little by little starting to pace away from the buy as she puts her distance away with long strides of walk.

"Your arse is fun to watch, really." the unexpected words came out from Shiro's mouth naturally, albeit foreshadowed by the flat tone of his words as he spoke. That was the moment when Yui turned her back against him, when he finally noticed something about her backside, particularly on the roundish peachy-like bump on her skirt which shows some formidable ass-cheeks.

"Wait..." just like being shocked by a sound of thunder, she turned her body back to the direction of that monotonous voice, breaking out to a small grin. "...good comeback, I don't know that you had this in you, Shiro." Yui finally let out a smile after finishing her words. "You probably had the talent to be the 'straight man' in a stand up comedy." so she finishes up her display of speech by pointing her slender fingers to Shiro whilst tilting her head to one side, giving a cutely wink to him.

(already finished by now, hope it's alright)

Almost instantly, Shiro could feel his face turning red. Yui followed up her wink with a seductive approach; she unbuttoned the topmost button of her blouse and locked herself in a gaze with Shiro. Before he knew it, Yui had already grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him so close that he could count her eyelashes if he wanted to.

"So," Yui began whispering in a slow, enticing voice, "how about we have some real fun?"

Shiro simply stood there speechless for a second. Never did he imagine such a thing to happen. It was Yui, the same annoying Yui that stole his clothes while he was swimming in a Physical Education class in middle school, the same Yui swapped his applesauce for sand in elementary school. There was simply no way he could believe Yui thought of him this way.

"W-wait! Wh-what are you-!" Shiro stammered, while pushing Yui off of him attempting to make sense of what was happening.

Yui quickly let out a dissatisfied, annoyed click of her tongue before turning away and re-buttoning her shirt. "Geez, why are you so worked up for?" she said with her back turned, brushing off and straightening her shoulders where Shiro had pushed. "Whatever, would you hurry up?" she questioned as if nothing had happened, and she began to walk out on her own.

Yui's footsteps resounded in the unsurprisingly, empty hallway. But, amidst the sound of the faint chatter outside, and her footsteps, Shiro could've sworn he heard a sigh. Nonetheless, he simply walked on, still at a loss for words.

And as Shiro walked on, and as Yui walked on, and would one suggest that if the hallway were not void of people, many others would have walked on, there was one person who did not walk on.

His face betrayed little emotion and it seems as if he is staring into blank space. He is clothed in the most dullest of colours, easily camoflauging into the environs of a typical outdated, dilapidated, technologically backward, hard to maintain (in fact the cost of maintenance is so high, they just don't bother!) interior of a normal Japanese school.

It is thus so easy for the layman to dismiss the hallway as empty even though it is quite clear that Shiro and Yui are at the hallway and even though it is not so clear that the unnamed person is at the hallway as well.

Indeed, this person is so unobtrusive that his name is rather elusive but if one were to approach him, he would say that he is an exchange student. Since the characters of this story are supposedly in Japan and most people who claim to love Japan don't really understand Japanese, it is most apt to call him Koukansei and fool readers into thinking that it is an actual Japanese name.

It so happened that countless words were spent describing Koukansei that the very few words left to describe what is going on were:

Shiro walked past Koukansei and soon after he was confronted with that question. "This is strange, I would have sworn that you were a woman and the fella you were speaking to just now was a man!"

Shiro might not have understood what Koukansei said, not least of all because he was speaking in English! Most Japanese struggle with that don't they?

In due recourse, the Author of this story gave an awkward reminiscence on how the development of his story brought about a tad unexpected result. He stares down at the text document on the computer, completely dumbfounded of the bizarre turn of events which his twisted mind had brought upon himself. Drawing upon a lengthy breath which symbolizes his exhaustive youth, he begins recalling the reasons why he started to write this kind of story about a boring person in the first place, and why does it also concerns the Japanese!

Frankly enough, he begins to also reminisce about his hatred for Japan, about how the products of the said nation had led him to a completely reclusive, monotonous, boring life devoid of sexual intercourse whatsoever; catering to imaginary girls who talk like adolescent kids, when in fact they were voiced by an old man who pretends to be an old woman who pretends to be a middle aged man, who also pretends to be a high school girl who likes to add 'nano desu yo' in every end of their sentences.

That were also a subject for psychological debates whether the mutilation of artificial genitalia were to be deemed as something that's obtusely plausible, or the tendency to harshly beat down the person you love because you were deeply embarrassed about it to the point they went to a hospital! And miraculously, they could get back safe and sound about some few minutes later in the anime episode! The Author also questions about how the Japanese people had already made himself strangely turned on with hermaphrodites, and in fact he had been diagnosed with a craving of phallic objects to the point he want to create his own swag by buying a Katana! He also described that it was pretty normal for a man to dress as a woman who dressed like a man, and a woman would be completely normal to possess a male genitalia with the size that's even longer than their own arms.

In the meantime, let's just assume that the Koukansei actually talks in Japanese, even though he actually speaks in English, because in Japanese Anime, people around the world always speaks the Japanese Language!

Shiro rubbed his ear but the finger came away clean. Smells funny though. He grimaced as he pulled it away from his nostrils.

Shiro studied the stranger who posed the question. He couldn’t make heads or tails out of his get-up. It only vaguely resembled the school uniform and was colored to match the wall he was leaning up against. As if the clothes weren’t enough to make him stand out, he had also donned facial make up and had gone as for to procure a fake nose and what had to have been lenses. His eye color could hardly be natural.

“Pardon, but what was that?” Shiro asked.

“I said, Stranger, that I could have sworn you were a woman and the fella you were speaking to just now a man.” He sounded as if he were distracted and could only bother to give Shiro a fraction of his attention.

“What was that gibberish a second ago? It sounded like English.”

“Nope.” His eyes stared straight ahead, blank and unmoving.

Who is this guy? I’m pretty sure I would know if Yui was actually a man and I know I’m not a woman. Unless he mixed us up . . . Argh! Why am I even bothering with this?

Instead of gracing his question with an answer, Shiro grabbed hold of the fake nose. It came right off. The guy reached for it, but Shiro was faster. When his hand came away empty, his eyes lit up with rage.

“Give it back. Now.”

“What if I do this?” He flicked it out of the open window. It fell two stories.

And as the plastic nose-looking object fell from the window from whence it is thrown and as the emotionless, dull, shabby and homicide-inducing Koukansei somehow learnt how to be angry by uttering the words, "Give it back. (or something like that), the sound of light steps echoed through the hallway.

Before Shiro knew it, he found himself flung onto the ground. The air around him was filled with a faint sweet scent and he felt the warmth of a young woman's body pressing into his. Yui had turned back, pinned Shiro to the ground, sat on his crotch and begun unbuttoning his shirt rather gently.

"Shiro, you meanie. Why do you have to force me to make the first move?" Yui gave Shiro a seductive whisper.

Shiro tried to protest, not least because there was someone else around, with a misshaped nose, wearing dark brown contact lens over his dark brown pupils and if Shiro bothered to rub his face hard with sandpaper, he would see some dark brown skin covered with a lot of blood due to the sheer abrasion.

Then, he will know that Koukansei is actually a Bangladeshi exchange student! A very hard to spot Bangladeshi no less, who writes and speaks Queen's English, who likes to dress like a woman who writes and speaks Queen's English, who might as well be the Queen!

"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Koukansei blushed and held a hand up to her mouth. She had forgotten to mask her voice.

Shiro craned his head up at the exchange student. "You're a girl?" Just when he thought they couldn't get any weirder. On top of everything else, Koukansei was a girl.

"Is that the way it is then," Yui exclaimed. She picked herself off of Shiro. The Yui from a moment ago was gone. And as disturbing at that Yui was for trying to molest him, he greatly preferred it to the version he know faced. An aura of anger surrounded her. Shiro scooted several paces back until he hit something. That something was Koukansei's legs.

Yui lit up. "Here I am prepared to let you have your way with me and you're with this crazy bitch! Of all the never!" She stalked off.

Shiro climbed to his feet and held out his hand. "Yui, wait! It's not what it looks like?"

Hell. I don't even know what this looks like. Hold on. Why am I trying to apologize to her when she's the one at fault? I didn't do anything.

"You owe me a new nose." Koukansei reared her head in front him.

"Why were you wearing that in the first place? No, never mind. I don't want to know."

"In fact, I probably probably didn't want to notice that even my genitalia may also be portable and that I'm actually a female to male transexual, and that the doctor was too afraid for me to take it of so my mangina would be exposed to public. There was also the notion beckons me that Yui might probably be a shemale, either way it's beneficial for us to copulate with each other because we like to inflict each other with venereal disease! Well, what am I talking about? Maybe I'm just bored." so Shiro had said the revealing words about the aberration that is his own true nature with a kind-of-sarcastic leeway of speech, causing the Koukansei; a woman who dressed like a man who pretends to be a woman - gingerly stepping up whilst sheepishly trying to act as obtusely feminine as possible, failing to meet the expectations - ending up looking like a trainwreck which was even much worse off than a woman's vagina after being ran over by a chainsaw and gangraped by a bunch of electron, proton, and neutron beams in the next Plutonium-238 research facility - clotted by patches of Fluoroantimonic Acid - it's a perfect beverage for any side dishes supplementary, or maybe will even be obligatory!

"B-but...that fake nose is a proof that I'm a die-hard fan of Michael Jackson! I also want to be a princess that will love every young boys in this planet." even without being asked directly, she waddles and dawdles around the corridor - completely paying abysmal amount of attentive misconstrue to each and every of the actions which was spoken by the supposed-to-be transexual who had yet to experience his first lesbian experience as a Queen inside another Queen - moreso in a more colloquial manner befitting of a love between a peasant throughout myriads of bestiality sessions; fucking a girl-on-girl-on-girl-on-girl-on-girl-on-guy-on-sheep. The first girl would ate the biggest pile of shit ever consisting of radioactive materials that would even made the most muscular werewolf pregnant with a baby walrus, and then as the girl shit herself, her shit was eaten by the girl next in line - and so does the shitting circlejerk would continue on until the sheep refuses to eat the man's bloody fucking turd which reeks of necrophilia. Okay, just to clarify, that biggest pile of shit isn't Toblerone, because I apparently had made someone angered by mentioning Michael Jackson already. To tell you the truth, I love Toblerone, it's a nice chocolate to eat - you should go buy it soon. And yeah - Michael Jackson is one of my favorite artists too.

"S-Shiro! I told you not to ever reveal the secret that I'm a futanari shemale....and that you're a man with a vagina! Anyway, let's go home quick before that weird transfer student start to get some weird ideas...." as Shiro and the transfer student finished their lines, Yui went ballistic and pulled off Shiro's hand whilst shouting out in some unladylike manner; her voice muffled and her breathing heavy as though as she's holding a lustful moan, with her complexion turning obviously red, peachy like, just like her mind went off to an erroneous state - similar to an animal in heat. Her attitude went through a total change from sheer jealousy to lapse of panic, anxiety, and also perverted encumbrance when the moment of truth gets revealed.

Later as their steps resounded far away from the Koukansei, leaving her like a damsel-in-distress on her own - the Koukansei begins to masturbate the remainder in which was her nose. Upon witnessing the entirety of this absurdly awkward, yet silly conversation happening in an incredulously dull and seemingly-normal environment, the entire student watching this scenery - both male and female - had their heads exploding; turning into eleven portable titties on each of their heads. Meanwhile, Yui and Shiro are walking peacefully on their way home, unobstructed by weird things happening. As they both locked their arms together, Yui whispered gently these daring words to Shiro...

"When we get home, remember to give your hottest blowjob to my penis while I milk my juicy tits okay. There will be lots to drink....uhh...just kidding!" so the dialogues continue, and as expected of typical Japanese scenery, who knows whether they will encounter tentacle monsters on their way home!

((I understand that a lot of people are at a loss for what to do after I, High and should I say d have ruined what could be a pleasant, feel good story. But as you will see in this post, there is always an irritating deus ex machina like device that everyone hates and yet everyone needs. Hopefully with this post, we can go back to (temporary) normalcy. ))

Miles away from the near mayhem that is currently fermenting in that ordinary, run down Japanese school and its environs, there are a group of ghost writers headed by a professional writer. Though not as bizarre as the events that are unfolding in that school, there is doubtlessly tension between them.

The head writer was not impressed by the ideas given by his teammates. While he wanted originality in his high school romance novel, albeit a genre that is so ubiquitous that even people as far away as Bangladesh know how the story would begin, develop and end, he did not expect (or endorse) the work his team has produced.

Weird, gender-ambiguous, cross dressing, violent, misanthropic, sadomasochistic and downright bottom of the barrel scum are now the main characters of the story. Even less inviting was the jarring and dramatic revelation of the true nature of the characters.

"We can't publish this! This smacks of a shoddily written relay novel that you can easily find on the Internet, especially on pornographic websites frequented by nutcases, sociopaths and Bangladeshis!", the head writer cried.

There was then an awkward silence which was broken when one of the members of the writing team, a Mr. L, said, "I know how I can save the story. Why not say it was all a dream?"

On this bombshell, we now return to the school, where Shiro, Yui and Koukansei, after engaging in disturbing confessions about their fetishes and sexuality, are now left to their own devices.

Or so it would seem.
This is all because all of it didn't happen.
Since it was all a dream.

The classroom was filled with a glorious orange tinge of the setting sun when Shiro woke up in cold sweat, obviously haunted by the downright horrific nightmare he had about his sexuality, Yui's supposed nature and that Bangladeshi madman / mad woman. He slapped himself hard and upon feeling the stinging sensation growing on his cheek knew that he was truly awake.

It was all just a dream!

Absentmindedly, Shiro rubbed his cheek to numb the self-inflicted pain.

That's right… it was all just a dream.

Shiro checked his surroundings. He was in his classroom, and it was as boring as he'd expected. He was in his desk, close to the windows. Everything was quiet, and as Shiro got up from his desk, the noise from his chair scrapping the floor echoed through the class. He walked towards the window with no care of attracting attention or disturbing anyone.

Koukansei was always a real idiot; he was always the funniest and most outrageous of the group.

Shiro's eyes looked cold and lifeless as he began to reminisce.

Yui was always so damn brash and acted high and mighty. It was a wonder that she had both Koukansei and I with her all this time.

The scenery Shiro gazed upon was nothing short of a wasteland. Crumbled buildings, broken streets dotted with abandoned cars, little to no vegetation, and, perhaps most disturbing, not a single person. There wasn’t a single person both outside and within the former classroom he stood in.

Shiro's eyes suddenly became full of life and determination again as he shook his head, as if removing himself from a trance.

"Koukansei is too much of an idiot, and the idiots always last the longest," Shiro made a pained smiled as he continued his monologue to no one I particular, "And Yui, I know you're alive… I swear I'll find you."

With those words, Shiro walked out of his former classroom.

And his head shot up from his desk. Sweat ran down his face. It was an effort to control his breathing. Heedless of the eyes of his classmates trained on him, he got up from his desk and ran toward the window.

There were no crumbled buildings and the streets were in pristine condition. Trees decorate the campus like they always had.

Shiro threw his hands up. “You’ve gotta be kidding me? A double dream?”

“Shiro.” The voice of the teacher brought him back to where he was. A classroom surrounded by classmates. Some looked on the verge of laughing. Other simply scrutinized him with the gaze one might use on someone in a straightjacket. Yui somehow managed both. “Please take your seat.”

“Uh, y-yes Ma’am!” Shiro hurried back to his desk, his face red. When he got back and the teacher’s attention left him, Yui turned to face him.

“Hey Shiro, you wanna explain just what—”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Shiro sighed and let his head sink as far as it could into the recess of his arms. And woke up.

The Author stood up from his desk in attempt on making a commentary about what had just happened from the start to finish. First of all, the Author thought that the story just turned up from a seemingly normal story that's easy enough for development, even whilst coupled with the most uncreative minds possible - into an absurd fictional story with tons of nonsensical mumbo-jumbo random shenanigans - although still with a simple plot to boot. It's all about Shiro and Yui trying to make plans for Summer Break, and then all of them gets thrown away into disarray by the arrival of a character called Koukansei. Who is this Koukansei anyway? The Author begins recalling about his recent hatred for the regular Wapanese Gaijins in to the point he procured lots of homicidal feelings toward the said stereotype - thus, Koukansei was born.

Through the mechanism called Deus ex Machina, in attempt of correcting himself from turning the story into a valley of disjointed hell filled with hermaphrodites, tentacle monsters, a woman dressed like a man dressed like a woman, or even many of the other things people usually don't want to think about - the Author decided to restart the story right at the beginning! Though, what exact beginning actually? There was nothing that could be used as a foothold to describe the plot-line he was expecting. It was just a dream? And he woke up in a classroom on top of that. A kind of ambiguous condition which warrants tons of different scenarios for continuation based on his ever-changing interpretations. Apparently the dream had about triple, or even four layers and even infinite, depending on the Author's own assumption. As the Author tried to scrutinize these plot progressions, he came into a conclusion:

1. The first dream was the original plot that's thrown away by a Deus ex Machina mechanism which rekindles the entire nonsense as it was just a dream.

2. The second one being Shiro waking up after school, probably during the evening.

3. Then he woke up again in a Post-Apocalyptic setting where there's no one in sight.

4. The fourth one was about himself waking up once more in a classroom, within a seemingly normal environment, then he decided to wake up from this dream by sleeping again!

He tried to find a seemingly coherent way to continue the story, but he didn't have any sound ideas as what to do on that moment. So ultimately, the Author instead decides to fap to Japanese Cartoon Pornography, which is more popularly known as Hentai. Simply put, the Author fapped himself to the point he ejaculates into the toilet, and during the piled-up fatigue session, he slept in his bed; trying to recover the remainder of inspirational juices by sleeping. As the question on what kind of Hentai did he fapped to - no I don't know, he didn't add anything 'bout that to include in my narration!

The Author stood up from his desk in attempt on...

Those were the words that came out of Shiro's mouth very shortly after he tried to calm down by resting his head on his folded arms. To the amusement of the entire class, with the possible exceptions of Yui and the prissy teacher, Shiro begun recounting what he thought he had been through the entire morning in the point of view of a third person whom he called "The Author".

As strange as it sounds, the morning felt like an eternity to him, not least because his morning started with wet dreams of Yui making sexual advances on him to his encounter with a cross dressing and apparently mentally unstable exchange student to revelations about his anatomy and that of Yui and that of the exchange student!

To top things up, he discovered that it was a dream that was within a dream of an apocalyptical universe and he was no longer sure that he has truly woken up. No use physically abusing himself, that didn't work! No use trying to sleep either, that apparently was the cause of the problem in the first place! Perhaps uttering gibberish would help to make sense of his current situation!

As it turned out, at the end of the day, the teacher was screaming, the entire class was laughing, Yui was nearly driven to insanity and started to physically assault Shiro if not for others in the room restraining her.

Shiro found himself escorted to the sick bay with a murderous Yui behind him. It is very, very clear that Shiro having had dreams within dreams, and having had lost his mind in the process, is obviously in need of psychiatric help.

"So, tell me about your mother." A disturbingly Freudian school nurse began as Shiro lay on the bed. Through the frosted glass door of the infirmary Yui's silhouette paced at a clip. However of course with Shiro's newly-found lack of a grasp on sanity he did not notice this, and neither did the mustachioed nurse who puffed on a pipe.

"What does my mother have to do with this?" He asked, eliciting a chuckle.

"Oh, dear child, your mother had man parts didn't she? Tsk Tsk, this happens much too often these days. I think it's the water, you know."

"My mom has been gone for years working abroad, and she's normal."

"Your father too?"

"Yeah it's--"

"It's just been you, all alone and jaded with your best friend who happens to be a girl, yes?"

"How did you know?" Shiro shot bolt upright, and the nurse smiled as he tamped down the tobacco in his pipe.

"It's all been done before, my boy. You're caught up in a land of tropes and dream sequences. To be honest I wish that rather eventful morning you recounted was real. I can't tell you how many of these garish plots have had some event take place in my quaint little infirmary. I have to change the sheets every other day for all the damn bodily fluids."

(author note : for best experience, try reading the story part with this tune)

Tell me about your mother....

EDIT:

- Insert a random H-Scene about a mother and son here, a doujin might help. Yeah, your favorite doujin might do -

(( A lot has been said about overly long entries and the frustrating additions to the already convoluted and incomprehensible plot. (Shame on you, High.) Therefore, it is appropriate for me to buckle the trend by doing something not overly long, convoluted or incomprehensible for once!))

"That is a very interesting story, Shiro." the nurse said whilst stroking his / her moustache, as Shiro went on rambling about his most likely unlikely sexual liaisons with his mother,

"How was your relationship with your father then?"

Shiro didn't know if he wanted to laugh or punch the nurse in the face. "You know damn well how it was. Father!" The nurse's mustache quivered before falling to the ground where it burst into flames.

"How did you-"

"You thought that fake mustache would hide the truth?" In actuality Shiro only learned how to spot people through fake disguises not too long ago from a dream about an encounter with a certain Bangladeshi exchange student, but Father didn't need to know that. "You come back after all this time? Why?"

The shock on the aged man's face lasted only a moment before he regained his composure. "I should've expected you to figure it out sooner or later."
Shiro's father then stood up and slowly stepped towards the door, "But, I will have to tell you the details another time. You simply aren't ready."

"W-wait just a-" Shiro bolted up from the bed he laid on.

"Yui's waiting for you," Shiro's father cut him off while motioning towards the shadow behind the stained glass. And before Shiro could utter a response, the man opened the door to the room and casually walked out, closing the door behind him.

Shiro stood a stunned for a second, but just as his father left the room he quickly ran after him.

"Wait!"

As Shiro entered the hallway, all he could see was a stupefied Yui looking at him wondering why he came out running and screaming.

"Where did he go?! Which way?!" Shiro shouted out at Yui.

"Uh… the moment he closed the door, he ran like a maniac down the halls," Yui replied while pointing down the hallway.

"Damn, he's probably long gone …"