It was just an idea, really.

A very bad one.

He admits that some- no, a majority of his ideas are bad and dumb. But there are good ones.

It's just that fate decided that today, of all days, his idea was a bad one. A very bad and stupid and dangerous one.

It all started with him and paperworks. Yes, almost all of his ideas in his current life originated from his confrontations with paperworks.

Having fed up in reading and signing hundreds and hundreds of papers until he passed out, he decided that he deserved a much needed break. It would be nice to have someone to help.

Alas, his guardians are but useless people that have no desire to help him, even Gokudera. And a certain demon with a devilish smile would certainly hunt him until the ends of earth if he as so much as think of deserting these accurse things.

But he is not someone to be triffled with. He had fought men far more powerful than he and stood victorious. He had went through many deadly battles and performed death-defying stunts.

And so, the plan is set. He shall sneak out and avoid everyone in his path of escape to the nearest town. With his intuition, he could slip by everyone quietly like a snake slithering between trees on the forest floor, a prey on its path.

Too bad it became a tragedy. To him that is.