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      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DRAMAtical_Murder_(Visual_Novel), DRAMAtical_Murder_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Mizuki/Noiz_(DRAMAtical_Murder)
  Character:
      Noiz_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Noiz'_Parents_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Theo_
      (DRAMAtical_Murder), Mizuki_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Usagimodoki_(DRAMAtical
      Murder)
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      Childhood, Childhood_Memories, Implied/Referenced_Child_Abuse, Child
      Abandonment, Childhood_Trauma, Post-Traumatic_Stress_Disorder_-_PTSD,
      Panic_Attacks, Implied/Referenced_Sexual_Assault, On_the_Run, Underage_-
      Freeform, Implied/Referenced_Domestic_Violence, Dysfunctional_Family,
      Sensory_Deprivation, Freedom, Neurological_Disorders, Anxiety_Disorder,
      Chronic_Illness, Migration
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      Published: 2016-04-08 Updated: 2016-04-12 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4385
****** Will you still be there? ******
by NoizyKorat
Summary
     After years of confinement and domestic violence, young Willhelm
     finally makes an escape. Fast resolved to never go back, and not let
     himself be caught, he leaves Germany, for the strange, japanese
     island of Midorijima, that he's seen a lot of in TV. A materialized
     dreamworld to him, where nobody will care for him being underage,
     where people have intelligent, talking animal robots as pets, where a
     strange game is trending, where you can earn a lot of money - and
     feel virtual pain.
     More then enough reasons for the young sensation-deprived man, to
     give it a try live his freedom there. But will he find the little bit
     of happiness he so longs for, there of all places, which has been
     thrown deeply into martial law...
Notes
     Ok everyone, this is kind of a personal vent fic, so things might get
     pretty intense. Thus, I will put warnings for possible triggers in
     the notes before each chapter. If there's anything in there, that
     might not sit too well with you, then better skip the chapter. I'll
     try my best to summerize the chapters in the notes, so you can still
     follow the rest of the story then.
     To everybody who might be wondering about it, yes I do often name my
     writings after the songs that pop into my mind while plotting them.
     Music is a huge source of inspiration to me, so maybe I hear a line
     that kind of get's stuck on me, and then my head starts building
     stories around it. And yes, that's why I write so many songfics, but
     no, I firmly swear this is one is not gonna be one at all.
     If you'd like you could rather think about it as some kind of
     playlist, to highlight the atmosphere of the story. I'm also open to
     suggestions on that here.
     If you find any warnings missing, spelling errors, odd grammar, plot
     holes, or whatever that rubs you the wrong way, you're welcome to let
     me know. That also counts for the case, you have an idea, a prompt to
     throw at me, that you'd like me to do something with.
     Of course I love positive commentary a lot, much like everybody else,
     but I also like constrictive criticism – it helps me to develop as a
     writer.
     So thank you in advance, and have a good time!
***** Prison Break *****
Chapter Summary
     After Noiz wakes up after another attack, in the same old confinement
     room, he's up for a surprise. With a simple trick, he's given a long
     awaited chance. One he won't let pass, so he makes a run for it. With
     a laughing, but also a crying eye, and one single memory to spurr him
     on.
Chapter Notes
     First of all, I don't own DRAMAtical Murder and it's characters. I
     don't wish to infringe on copyrights or offend anyone, after all this
     is fanwork, without material gain.
     Ok, so I know this a heavy start to a new story, but it simply felt
     right, so I put it down. I tried a lot to stay as vague as I can with
     all the sensitive subjects here, not only for trigger's sake, but
     also in regard to Noiz's condition, which I know a little taste of.
     It was pretty much of a borderline walk, but I hope I made it well,
     but I'll let you be the judge of that.
     If you find any errors, plott holes or anything else that strikes you
     as wrong, let me know. Positive feedback is very welcome, too. Thank
     you very much, and enjoy yourselfs!
     Trigger/content warnings for a runaway, underage protagonist, dealing
     with PTSS. Explicit child neglect, deprivation of liberty, physical
     injuries. References of domestic violence, family incest, sexual
     abuse and blackmail are also referenced to here.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
My ears are ringing just by the sound of my blood thumping through my vains, as
if on lightning speed. My vision flares blinding white, my nerves singing with
a surging mix of what seems like a thousand different emotions, none of which I
can dicipher anymore. What the hell is going on? I have no idea what's
happening anymore. I can't breath, pressure building uncomfortably in my
burning lungs. My insides are cramping so hard I just want to curl up, but I
can't move, my limbs feeling as if they weight a ton. Scream, I only want to
screem, but no sound seems to leave my lips. Are they even open? I can't feel
it, I can't feel it... only this chaos... oh god...
My head starts spinning, fast and faster, panic is starting to rise.
Instinctively I try one more time to fight in desperation, but it won't help.
My limbs do not follow my orders. Are they even there?
Something connects with my skull, knocking it way aside, pent up air pushing up
my windpipe harshly, yet is hindered to leave, nerves flaring up hotly, white
vision turning red and the world seems to stop, everything winding down slowly,
soundlessly, until there's... nothing.
Merrily chattering voices reach my ears, probably talking boring, mundane
stuff. Dim, flickering light passes lights and shadows over my closed eyelids,
flickering at a languid, irregular pace. Did I leave the TV on again? Sounding
a little broken, I give myself a quiet, little laugh. Of course I left it on, I
always do. There's good reason they put the damn thing in here – to stop me
from bouncing off the walls. Here, in my dark, little confinement, where those
dark and heavy walls still seem to creep in on me sometimes. I had screamed my
lungs out in panic that they really would, when they first put me here, banged
on walls, doors, broke the window, until I'd pass out, my bloody prints all
over the place. Once I came to, the whole thing started from anew, and I swear
I had heard Theo sobbing on the other side of the door one day, calling my name
with the same desperation.
Next time I came to, he was gone, I couldn't hear him anymore, no matter how
loud I shouted, no matter how hard I searched. There was only this stupid,
flickering artificial window to the world. It is all I have left to connect me
with the world outside of these walls. I got used to it, accepted it, treasured
it for being my distration from the fear, my companion in the lonelines. It is
all I'll ever hear or see anymore, for all times. Well apart from...
Stopping myself in my tracks I can feel my brain uncomfortably pressing against
my skull, and my stomach roiling. Great, I don't even need to try and remember
what happened. My body speaks for itself. Oh how I hate this... if only, if
only I could get outside, outside of here...
A thought rushes through my mind like a blaze, and I shoot up, gasping. Right,
there...
Before I can even finish the thought I hang over the waste bin, aside of my
bed, retching my heart out. The doubled over position implies pressure on a
hotly sore spot inside me, intense enough to make wince. Why on earth do I have
to feel this of all things...? How much I wish this to stop...
Once I'm as empty as I feel, I slowly sit up, placing a second, shaking hand on
the other side of me, to support my weakened body and wince. Something shifts,
where nothing's supposed to shift, and some constant, sharp kind of pressure
has my nervous system on it's toes. Oh great, so he has broken something again.
My attention shifts to both the broken fingers on my right hand. Scowling, dark
storm building inside me, I survey the damage. Yup, broken indeed, but not too
bad at least, nothing I really need to fix up. Not now at least. Maybe one day,
when I'm finally out...
A broken part of memory comes crashing in on me. The first hit... I was on the
door... what would I do on the door? I'll be locked, as always. No matter how
many times I'd try, it'll only open when...
Another broken pictures skitters through, and reflexively I jump back. Bad
mistake...
With a choked scream, I tumble to the ground. Damn, the flashback must've
screwed with my perception of the bed's dimensions. Frowning I try to touch my
throat, it feels pretty funny, making it hard to breath, but there's that shift
again, and my mouth contorts in anger.
Damn, he must've gone pretty hard on me again, but this time... this time it'll
hopefully be worth it.
Grimmly solemn, I make my way to the door, crawling slowly, like a bug, because
my limps still refuse to act on my command, and my head is still swaying
strangely. But I will make it. Must make it. The hope keeps driving me further.
Maybe, just maybe this time...
Finally that gods awful door is in close proximity. With a last blast of power
I surge forward and reach out. My vision is swimming so much I can't see
properly, but I can feel my fingers connect, by their awkward shift, and it
budges. The fucking door budges!
I don't care that I'm hitting the floor right the next moment, all these
alarming signs pale under the sudden rush of something warm and floating, as
breathless little laughs shake through me.
I made it... I fucking made it...
A measly slip of paper was the the thing to finally bring me victory after all
these things I tried. Utterly blown by the realization that now I'm free, after
all these years of confinement, I lay there for what feels like hours, smiling
to myself, as I bask in my sweet, new freedom, absolutely motionless, for what
feels like hours.
Once I finally get my head wrapped around it, and retain enough control to push
myself up and scramble to my trembling legs, I stumble out of that room I have
grown to hate so much, and without as much as a glance back, plumply stagger
down the dark, silent corridors I still remember by heart. Only at one certain
door I come to a sudden halt, as if I'd walked into an invisible wall.
Broken pieces of my father's voice, during an accidentally overheard phone
conversation, come back to me. Something about making someone change their
mind, something about money... a lot of money. Oh yes, I remember... the
eavesdropping, that had the man flying into such a rage, that he outstepped
every boundary and started to...
I shudder hard, whimpering quietly and fight as much as I can, to push that
hellish memory far away, from where it's clinging to my conscious like a wild
animal to it's prey. It's hard, but reminding myself of that once in a lifetime
chance I've got on my hands here, I can let go far enough to will myself back
in motion. It might have been long ago, but some things just never change, and
he's one of the people that more than applies to. As silently as possible I
press the door handle down and slip into the dark room. My eyes adjust quickly,
thanks to living in the dark all these years, so I don't need to flick on the
light and maybe alert something after all. Meticulously I leave through the
paper stakes of paper and neatly packed drawers and can barely surpress a
triumphant cry, as indeed a fat envelope, filled with a big bunch of banknotes.
Hastily I stuff it into the back of my jeans and sneak out of the mansion, as
quickly and quietly as I can, and dissappear into the star-filled night.
Once I'm past the gates I break into as much of a run as my battered body would
let me, grinning like a madman, by the sudden life igniting my whole self into
a searing flame. I made it! I finally fucking made it!!! Something is floating
through my muscles that could be warmth, my aches paling in comparison, urging
me on and on, until my legs give in, in a dark corner I recognize to be far,
far from the place they called my home. I gladly let myself drop onto the dirty
street, gasping for breath. Breathing has never been as good as it is now,
filling me with fresh air, my limbs spread far out, without touching anything
for what felt like forever.
Freedom, finally freedom – to be who I want, do what I want, go where I want,
and nobody will ever come any closer than I want them to again. I could stay
here, frozen in this moment, enjoying it forever on. If it weren't for the
little voice in the back of my head, that I'm still too close to their
clutches. If I really want to be safe for the rest of my, now hopefully long
life, I should hurry to get out of this freaking country as soon as I can.
Maybe I'll go to this crazy japanese island where they've got these funny robot
animals and that strange fighting game. Yeah, I could imagine to like that,
maybe I'll even become famous for something really cool like building life-like
human Androids, or programming an even better game. At least Germany never held
anything for me, so I have no qualms to leave it for good. Even though I am
successful in making myself believe that, still smiling broadly, through the
tears streaming down my cheeks. there's no ignoring the slight ache in my
heart.
Theo, if only I could take Theo with me...
Maybe someday I really can, but for that I need to life on, and learn as much
as I can, to make as good and strong of a man out of myself as I can, to
support him, to protect him, to make up for all the years lost. Maybe then I
can see him again, be the brother he deserves for standing by me, as long as he
could. For this moment, this moment alone, I'll life on....
I take a last, long breath and slowly ease back to my feet, resolutely making
my way on, to get out of this cold, gray country as soon as I can, to the only
place I can imagine myself to fit in.
Chapter End Notes
     The inspirational song to this chapter is "Prison Break" by Manafest.
     You can listen to it here: https://youtu.be/-PgH_UFEbeI
     And find the lyrics there:
     http://www.metrolyrics.com/prison-break-lyrics-manafest.html
***** Leaving on a jetplane *****
Chapter Summary
     After his successful escape, Noiz evaluates his options and makes a
     choice. A choice that might be the smartest to reach, but as well as
     potentially dangerous. A challenge he can only win, if he knows to
     play it tough - is he really up to it, and ready to do whatever is
     necessary. Or is he maybe running out of luck in the worst possible
     moment?
     Edit: OMFG... I just did the second editing I usually do a few days
     after the first proofreading, and I was shocked I did such a bad job
     there. I guess late-night, when you actually wanna go sleep is not
     the best time to do an edit, so next time I'll know better. Thus I
     promise it won't happen again, and wanna say sorry for the late edit.
     Fatigue sure has gotten the better of me these days, and I can only
     hope that it'll get better now the weather is easing up. Anyway,
     thanks for your patience, I'll try to get the next chapter out as
     soon as I can.
While I walk on and on along the way, I keep pondering, just how to get out of
this freaking country as safe and quick as I can. Considering my destination
that isn't going to be an easy task to handle. Still it's not a reason for me
though, to give up and set my goals lower, lest to speak of going back. The
thought alone has me quivering and shivering in a very uncomfortable way. All
my live I was forbidden to shape my own opinions, have been required to nod off
whatever my father said, reprimanded more than harshly for every wrong word.
I'd lived solely on my parents accord, could never be my own person, was
entirely stripped of any freedom. Now, these times are over – for ever.
Nothing's gonna bring me down anymore. Finally free, I am unstoppable. That
freakin' island is what I want, and I'll get there, no matter how!
Resolved to this, I get back to considering my options.
Tramping could hardly be considered as such – at least not for the entire
distance. It might be a cheap way, to have a chance to see a lot of the world
up close, but it'd take an eternity to get there, aside from all the freaks I
could end up with, who might wanna do whatever unspeakable things...
No. No, don't even go there; that I tell myself firmly. My still swollen neck
constricts even more yet, my legs slowing down with that disturbing heaviness
spreading inside, which I know too well. I stop for a minute to close my eyes,
take a few deep breaths, before I stubbornly will the anxious skip of my heart
back to calm. These things are done with, for all eternity, that I know for
sure.
Anyway, money is hardly the issue here anyway, as what I have should be more
than sufficient: I can surely say that much, even without checking, how much I
actually got on my hands. That kind of business takes the really big bucks to
work out – says the TV, again. So, what else could I do?
Shipping would be a lot faster, and sailors might more tolerant about my age.
It'd still take quite a while though – probably about a month, from what little
I know about intercontinental distances. Coast patrol might be an issue though.
Aside from that, I got violently seasick on my first and only yacht ride, which
might be a problem in between all these grumpy sailors. Who'd wanna get teased
throughout such a long ride. Maybe I could hide in a freight container?
Might safe me a lot of money and trouble. If it weren't for the involuntarily
appearing image, of complete darkness, of solid walls slowly closing in on me,
coming straight to my mind, with a cold shiver down my spine. No way in hell
I'll do that shit again! Who knows how long I'd be stuck in there. I'm not
gonna let myself waste away from lack of nutrition. Not before I even got
there. Before I even get to live for real! The next intercontinental harbor
would be too far away, anyway.
Once hearing the faint sound of an airplane, I allow my head to roll back and
watch it, passing over the city lights, far above in the clouds and a huge grin
spreads over my face. Actually why not take a plane ride? The airport is rather
close by, and an airplane would be the fastest, safest and most comfortable way
to get to japan. The tickets might be a bit pricey, especially on such short
notice, but that doesn't matter much to me. I'm well equipped enough to allow
myself the that investigation. It's got the best chances to pan out, after all.
The price for freedom can never be too high.
My start up plans once I arrive should be good enough to make up for it, as
well. At least I hope so.
Customs and package control won't matter either, since I got nothing with me. I
can just buy a ticket, get to the gate and jump on. It'll be my first flight,
but after all I've suffered through it'd be quite ridiculous to be afraid of a
lousy flight. But wait...
Only slowly it dawned on me, that I completely forgot to take my papers with me
in all the hurry and excitement. For a moment I paled, freezing on the spot.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Now THAT is a real problem!
Even if I could manage to get a ticket without an ID, which seems pretty
unlikely by itself, wouldn't I get caught in some kind of boarder control? All
the stuff on TV said, that airport security require some sort of ID too, to let
you pass the arrival gates. Aside from that, I am still underage, which would
require a guardian anyway. Well fuck! Things are gonna get REALLY complicated
for sure.
Still pondering the where and how's, I resolutely make my way in the direction
of the airport, fast resolved to find a solution until I get there. There
should be a way. There HAS to be a way.
If I don't make it, I'll only end up back THERE, back in HIS clutches. So not
gonna happen!
Never, not ever again – over my dead body. Seriously, I'd rather kill myself
right then and there.
My thoughts dart into a thousand different directions at once, rushing by so
fast I can barely follow them anymore. It built up more and more, until it was
kind of likie I'd imagine a hurricane.
For christ's sake, there has to be some way!
Slowly, I was about to steer myself into one hell of a panic attack, spurring
on my feet that seemed to get heavier by the minute, my breath quickening until
it was barely more than a huff.
The airport was already spreading out before me, but I only got more desperate,
eyes about to tear up, heart doing somersaults within my tightening chest. Just
as I was about to give in to it, let myself sink to the cigarette-butt and
snack-wrappings littered ground, I spotted a rather shaby person, lingering
around the busy crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb, by his leisurely step.
At this very same moment, the long awaited, life-saving light bulb above my
head flicked on.
A dealer, of course! Like on TV! Why didn't I think of that earlier?!
Stupidly grinning to myself, I fell back into a confident stride, poker-face
put on, as I walked up beside him, in just enough of a distance to seem
inconspicious to any bystanders, yet be clearly audible to him. My gaze flicked
over to him, to see if he noticed me at all.
Apparently he didn't, so I swallowed the lump in my throat and spoke up, voice
stern and quiet.
“Hey, could you tell me when the next flight to japan is up?”
Out of reflex from being spoken to, the man turned his head my way, slowing
down even more.
For a moment he blinked in confusion, when he spotted me, meeting his gaze
right on.
“How the hell would I know? Are you even old enough to be here on your own?”,
he snorted with a condescending sneer. My heart was beating wildly against my
ribcage, yet I tried my best, to not let on just how insecure, nearly scared I
really was as I raised a seemingly unfazed eyebrow at him.
Without as much as a blink I shoved my hand into the hem of my jeans, as if I
wanted to scratch an itch on my back, and pulled a note out of the envelope,
securely hidden under my shirt. For a moment I let my eyes scan our
surroundings intently. Once nobody was watching for sure, I sped up slightly,
to walk one step ahead, my eyes still wandering around, as I cleared my throat
noisily, to catch his attention, and turned my hand just enough, to let him see
the note, tugged firmly into it. “Let's just say I am. Now, would you kindly
assist me”, I retorted calmly.
In the corner of my eye, his eyes seemed to bulge and give me a bewildered
once-over.
“What the... seriously, what hell of a kid....”, he growled to himself
disbelievingly, and sighed in a short show of frayed nerves. But he got a hang
on himself again, and gave in, with a slight nod of his greasy head. Inside I
screamed with joy, but my face reflected merely the ghost of a smile.
”Alright, I'll get you in on a last second ticket. Meet me in the men's room by
gate 8 in 10 minutes, and be prepared to run, fast”, he mumbled grimly, with a
last sidelong gaze at me and upon my approving hum, he departed with a
quickening stance.
My eyes lingered on his flapping coat for a minute, before I blew my ruffled
bangs up, with a relieved breath, I didn't even realize I was holding. My
shoulders slowly lowered, as the built up tension finally left me, while my
heart skipped a little beat, as if to celebrate, before gradually slowing down
to a more comfortable, easy speed.
Wow, I never thought freedom could be so damn scary, though so far, it went one
hell of a lot better than I'd have guessed. Now I could only hope that guy
stays true to his word and wouldn't pull shit like robbing me, or reporting a
runaway to the security.
My hands were still shaking, when I stuffed them into my pockets, clutching the
note in my hand. Vigilant eyes intently scanned everything around me, looking
for directions and anything out of the ordinary. Keeping a casual stroll, I
made my way to the destined gate, trying to seem like any other wide-eyed
tourist, admiring all the fuzz around. Which wasn't hard at all, considering
how nervous I still was. In fact I was positively surprised that I could keep
my ac together so well. On the other hand, I've had enough practice on keeping
a tight front.
When I made it to the meeting point, I bit my lip hard enough to really feel
the sharp prick of teeth. An old trick I've used for years, the unusual
sensation shifting my brain's focus on my usually numb body, which made it
possible to forget about my worries for long enough, to get back to earth.
Quietly swearing to myself, which strangely has always helped me as well, I
clutched my stomach, quickly looking around me, as if I'd farted and wanted to
make sure nobody noticed, and disappeared into the restroom. If anyone had kept
their eyes on me, than they wouldn't be surprised if it took me longer to come
out again, and would hopefully hesitate to follow.
The strange guy was already waiting inside, an underdog airline envelope in his
hand. Awkwardly I lifted one corner of my lips, to indicate good-will and
pulled my now way steadier hands out of my pockets, deliberately flashing the
note. He returned the smile equally hesitant, obviously still puzzled, judging
from the slight shake of his head. Yet he picked up the conversation first.
“Well then, that's Düsseldorf – Okinawa for you, Mr. Thomas Müller. Nonstop and
last-second, no luggage, leaving in 5 Minutes. All you gotta do is get to gate
6, show them the boarding pass and hop on the plane. The flight has 2 hours of
delay already, so nobody should bother to check twice”
Amused I snort, secretly glad for the input, yet I wonder since when dealers
are so forthcoming. That should eases the process along a lot. Yet I can't, but
think about my image as well.
“Do I look like an amateur to you? Thanks anyway, you sure earned your bugs”
With a still lopsided, but this time real grin, I take the envelope, not
missing to take a quick peak inside, just to be safe - before I hand him the
note. Turning to leave, I even wave a little greeting, but before I'm fully out
of the door, he calls out to me at once, and I automatically freeze.
“Hey boy, watch out and keep a low profile. They ain't quite nice to immigrants
over there y'know? My son was a youngster like you, when he got over there too,
and turned up dead a week later”
There's a troubled look on his face, haunted by the dark memory, when I look
back over my shoulder and frown in irritation. Who'd ever let a random stranger
in on their thoughts?
“Who ever is? I can watch my back, ya know? Bye”
My reply came more chilled than I actually intended to, but I have no idea how
to deal with other people, and much less want to deal with their emotional
baggage. It more than confuses me, to have a stranger project that on me, as if
I mattered to them in any way. I can deal with things like 'strange', 'ugly',
'fucked-up', and worse, but not with worry. It's a new experience, but one I
don't pay much mind to, since I know better than to fall for that illusion.
Once someone get's to know me, I'm only crazy trash, or some inhuman monster to
them anyway. Even to my own parents... only Theo...
Theo never was like everyone else. I don't know how, or why, but somehow it's
very comforting to know, that there's at least one person to whom you're worth
something. Yet I wonder how long he'll take to forget me. Maybe he did already.
He'd certainly be better off without me.
With another shallow breath, a last curt nod to the dealer, and I'm storming
off. After all I've got a plane to catch, and a future to build.
I'm all out of breath when I finally reach my plane and hastily scramble up the
stairway, to a very impatient looking flight attendant, pointedly checking her
watch. She eyes me suspiciously over the edge of my boarding card, and I roll
my eyes at her, raising a challenging brow, as if to dare her to spill, what
she's so obviously mulling about. That seems to do the trick, and her
authoritative gaze wavers into insecure, averting for just a split second,
before she puts on an awfully artificial smile and hurriedly shows me to my
place.
Bonelessly I flop into my seat, and ask her to find me a book on learning
japanese. As she scurried away, I close my eyes, just for a few minutes...
I'm quite positive I've never been so darn tired in my whole life, but still
I'm happier than ever.
It can only get better – no, it will. I just have to believe in that strong
enough. Theo said if you do, it becomes real and that I want, so very much.
Maybe this one time, just this once, I will listen to someone else's advice
rather than draw my own conclusions. Maybe it'll bring me luck indeed...
The clicking of the stewardess' heals stops right next to my seat. Surpressing
a yawn, I groggily blink my eyes open and thank her quietly, for handing me the
desired book.
With a big sigh, I lean back into the comfy seat and flop the cover open. It's
boring me already, but there's no way around it, if I want to get anything done
over there. Before I tackle the first lesson, I dimly wonder for a moment, what
it'll really be like... this strange place named Midorijima...
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