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By the time Sawyer had decided where to sit, most of the other students had already sat down. Conveniently enough, there were exactly enough chairs for the remaining four students. Taking the closest chair, he found a place next to Akira. "Hope you don't mind me being here?" Smiling, he asked a rhetorical question as he took the place. Shortly after, most of the students had found their places and Kato-sensei returned. Entering the class, he now carried a stack of documents. He came to the front of the class and placed the documents on the desk before clearing his throat.
"I see you have all taken a place. No empty tables, I see..." He took a deep breath after saying the last part, before moving on. "As you know, my name is Ryuuji Kato. You can call me Kato-sensei, with little variations or nicknames, please. Let us first talk about class rules, before anything. Class 9-3, has quite a few rules that are the same as others, but..." He paused again, taking a breath. "We have our own special ones too." He picked up the first in the stack of papers and began. "Number one, please respect the teacher and your fellow students by not talking without permission during class. Number two, no eating in class. Number three, please raise your hand if you wish to answer a question or ask one. I will not accept otherwise. Four, if you are called upon, stand up and speak your response, or head to the board if required." The rules up until that point were normal, nothing out of the ordinary, but the nervous tone of Kato-sensei gave each word its own significance.
"Finally, let us move on to our own... rules..." He gulped. Sawyer realized his palms had begun to sweat only at those words. His heart raced. Something about how the man said these words put him on the edge. "Class 9-3, or 9-C as it is called by some, is a special class. No, you aren't all superheroes." Some of the students chuckled uneasily. "I'm going to be frank. It's a lot worse than that. I'll give you the bad news first, and the badder news after." The students noises died down. "One of you..." He breathed in, the breath shaking somewhat as if he was shivering. Observing his expression, Sawyer could be sure that wasn't the case.
"...is dead."
Many of the girls gasped, and some the boys looked uneasily at each other. Murmurs could be heard.
"Quiet down, all of you. I'll explain. One of you is dead, but no one can tell who. Not even you, Mr. Ghost, know if you are dead. You can't tell. No one can." Sawyer looked around, at his fellow students, the teacher, and finally at his hand. He was trembling. "I'll give you all a moment." Kato-sensei picked up the documents and began looking through, putting them in order as he awaited that the students calmed down. Eventually, they did, but they still looked uneasy. One girl looked to be on the verge of tears. Sawyer worriedly bent a pencil to remove stress.
"Alright. You seem to have calmed down. Now's for the badder news." He gulped once again, his Adam's apple bobbed inside his skin. "Unless we do something, unless we 'deploy countermeasures', if you will, someone involved, even indirectly, in this class, whether it be me or one of you or one of our family members, will die by crazy accident, every month, until the end of the year, even during vacations."
Snap.
Just as the pencil broke, it seemed the spirits of his fellow classmates did as well. The girl on the verge of tears now began to cry openly, some of the boys made quite a commotion, and Sawyer's own hands shook as he recovered not only from the shock of breaking the pencil, but from the announcement too. "B-bullshit..." He assured himself in an English whisper. "But why?!" Another boy exclaimed.
"Rule number three, Mister Fuwagi." The teacher responded. The boy, seemingly not too bright, thought for a moment before raising his hand and after Kato-sensei nodded, spoke again. "I'll give you all a document about why this happens. It's a bit of a history lesson, but it's very important. Please read over it for a moment while I prepare some more papers. Not to be used as tissues, Miss Kojima." He began passing out the papers.
From what Sawyer was able to understand from reading the long document, a basic explanation could be given as such;
26 years ago, there was a student named Misaki Yomiyama. He was a charming student, good looking and excelled in both academics and sport. All the teachers and students admired him. In his 9th grade, he was placed in class 3.
Shortly after entering 9th grade, he died in an accident (there are many theories about this, some saying he died from plane crash and some saying because of fire). Unable to accept his death, his classmates decided to continue acting as if he is alive (talking with his
desk,pretending to go home with him).
Even at graduation, the principal arranged to have Misaki's seat included in the ceremony. After graduation, they took a picture of the class and found Misaki included, with a pale face, but smiling like everyone else. After that incident, the class has been faced with a calamity every year unless measures were taken to remove the threat.
After thinking over this for a while, the teacher returned from wherever he had gone and sat down at his desk. "As I mentioned, countermeasures must be deployed to prevent these catastrophes. First, and the most easy; do not, under any circumstances, speak of this 'curse' to anyone outside this class, even other teachers. We do a very good job of covering things up from the police and such, and I would prefer it stay that way, unless you want whackjobs from prime-time television stations bashing down your doors." He paused, possibly for dramatic effect, possibly just to take a moment to think. "Easy enough, right? Here comes the hard part. One of the proven ways, at least... ah... if you call a 50/50 chance "proven"... is to make someone in the class 'non-existent'. No, I don't mean we'll be killing anyone, that's just inhumane. I mean that we will have to act as if one person in the class does not exist for an entire year. You cannot acknowledge them, cannot speak to them. You cannot even touch them. Need a pencil for a test? Tough luck." He explained, pausing to take a swig from his coffee, seemingly the item he had retrieved while the students had been reading the hand-outs.
"Before we move onto voting, if necessary, do we have any volunteers?" Sawyer gritted his teeth.
"I see you have all taken a place. No empty tables, I see..." He took a deep breath after saying the last part, before moving on. "As you know, my name is Ryuuji Kato. You can call me Kato-sensei, with little variations or nicknames, please. Let us first talk about class rules, before anything. Class 9-3, has quite a few rules that are the same as others, but..." He paused again, taking a breath. "We have our own special ones too." He picked up the first in the stack of papers and began. "Number one, please respect the teacher and your fellow students by not talking without permission during class. Number two, no eating in class. Number three, please raise your hand if you wish to answer a question or ask one. I will not accept otherwise. Four, if you are called upon, stand up and speak your response, or head to the board if required." The rules up until that point were normal, nothing out of the ordinary, but the nervous tone of Kato-sensei gave each word its own significance.
"Finally, let us move on to our own... rules..." He gulped. Sawyer realized his palms had begun to sweat only at those words. His heart raced. Something about how the man said these words put him on the edge. "Class 9-3, or 9-C as it is called by some, is a special class. No, you aren't all superheroes." Some of the students chuckled uneasily. "I'm going to be frank. It's a lot worse than that. I'll give you the bad news first, and the badder news after." The students noises died down. "One of you..." He breathed in, the breath shaking somewhat as if he was shivering. Observing his expression, Sawyer could be sure that wasn't the case.
"...is dead."
Many of the girls gasped, and some the boys looked uneasily at each other. Murmurs could be heard.
"Quiet down, all of you. I'll explain. One of you is dead, but no one can tell who. Not even you, Mr. Ghost, know if you are dead. You can't tell. No one can." Sawyer looked around, at his fellow students, the teacher, and finally at his hand. He was trembling. "I'll give you all a moment." Kato-sensei picked up the documents and began looking through, putting them in order as he awaited that the students calmed down. Eventually, they did, but they still looked uneasy. One girl looked to be on the verge of tears. Sawyer worriedly bent a pencil to remove stress.
"Alright. You seem to have calmed down. Now's for the badder news." He gulped once again, his Adam's apple bobbed inside his skin. "Unless we do something, unless we 'deploy countermeasures', if you will, someone involved, even indirectly, in this class, whether it be me or one of you or one of our family members, will die by crazy accident, every month, until the end of the year, even during vacations."
Snap.
Just as the pencil broke, it seemed the spirits of his fellow classmates did as well. The girl on the verge of tears now began to cry openly, some of the boys made quite a commotion, and Sawyer's own hands shook as he recovered not only from the shock of breaking the pencil, but from the announcement too. "B-bullshit..." He assured himself in an English whisper. "But why?!" Another boy exclaimed.
"Rule number three, Mister Fuwagi." The teacher responded. The boy, seemingly not too bright, thought for a moment before raising his hand and after Kato-sensei nodded, spoke again. "I'll give you all a document about why this happens. It's a bit of a history lesson, but it's very important. Please read over it for a moment while I prepare some more papers. Not to be used as tissues, Miss Kojima." He began passing out the papers.
From what Sawyer was able to understand from reading the long document, a basic explanation could be given as such;
26 years ago, there was a student named Misaki Yomiyama. He was a charming student, good looking and excelled in both academics and sport. All the teachers and students admired him. In his 9th grade, he was placed in class 3.
Shortly after entering 9th grade, he died in an accident (there are many theories about this, some saying he died from plane crash and some saying because of fire). Unable to accept his death, his classmates decided to continue acting as if he is alive (talking with his
desk,pretending to go home with him).
Even at graduation, the principal arranged to have Misaki's seat included in the ceremony. After graduation, they took a picture of the class and found Misaki included, with a pale face, but smiling like everyone else. After that incident, the class has been faced with a calamity every year unless measures were taken to remove the threat.
After thinking over this for a while, the teacher returned from wherever he had gone and sat down at his desk. "As I mentioned, countermeasures must be deployed to prevent these catastrophes. First, and the most easy; do not, under any circumstances, speak of this 'curse' to anyone outside this class, even other teachers. We do a very good job of covering things up from the police and such, and I would prefer it stay that way, unless you want whackjobs from prime-time television stations bashing down your doors." He paused, possibly for dramatic effect, possibly just to take a moment to think. "Easy enough, right? Here comes the hard part. One of the proven ways, at least... ah... if you call a 50/50 chance "proven"... is to make someone in the class 'non-existent'. No, I don't mean we'll be killing anyone, that's just inhumane. I mean that we will have to act as if one person in the class does not exist for an entire year. You cannot acknowledge them, cannot speak to them. You cannot even touch them. Need a pencil for a test? Tough luck." He explained, pausing to take a swig from his coffee, seemingly the item he had retrieved while the students had been reading the hand-outs.
"Before we move onto voting, if necessary, do we have any volunteers?" Sawyer gritted his teeth.
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