-Mr. Happy P. O. V.-

After Mr. Fiore received the microphone from the lovely Ms. Carla, the two of us went behind the curtain on the stage to let the students focus on the principal. As soon as we were out of sight, I received a smack to the back of my head.

"Was that really the best you could do, Happy?" Ms. Carla scolded with a stern look on her face.

"I... I told you not to call me by my last name, Ms. Carla..." I said while awkwardly scratching the back of my head.

She sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, slightly pushing up her glasses. "Never mind that. Did you really have to trip!? Now the freshmen will think we're all a bunch of idiots!"

"I don't think they will." I meekly replied. "I mean, when I tripped during the orientation two years ago, the students then didn't think I was an idiot. They still respect us, now! Natsu Dragneel has been the friendliest to me, even!"

Ms. Carla sighed. "Not many of that bunch were hard on anyone. That group has had the lowest amount of bullying reports to date at this school. You just got lucky that you didn't trip in front of a bunch of hormone enraged beasts or super judgmental bitches!"

"Well, maybe if you were close with one of the students like Natsu is to me..." I muttered.

That did it. She took a step forward and grabbed my tie, pulling me right in front of her face. "Listen, Happy. I don't need you to tell me who I need to make friends with! I can choose my own friends, and I already have!"

She was tried to keep her voice down, as not to yell and draw attention from the orientation, but she looked ready to scream out to the world. Surprisingly, she was being able to keep her voice down to a loud whisper. "You're lucky that you're one. Then there's Mr. Lily, Mr. Lector, Ms. Frosch, Ms. Corona, and Ms. Fiore. I think that's enough!" She let go of my tie. "Now then. Mr. Fiore will wrap up orientation. I think it'd be best to return to our respective classrooms. I hope you understand not to invade my personal business, Happy."

She turned and walked to the backstage left side exit door. "Have a nice math class."

And with that, she left the building.

And left me there with a sinking feeling in my chest.

-Erik P. O. V.- (Refresher: Erik is Cobra's real name.)

"Macbeth, wake up!" Sorano quietly whispered while shaking the sleeping teenager.

"I wasn't sleeping." he argued.

"You're a terrible liar, Mac." she retorted.

"Both of you, shut up." Sawyer interjected. "You guys always end up in my first class. This is the third year in a row! Did you guys plan this?" he questioned.

"I think it's a lovely coincidence." Richard stated.

"Not for me." the guy behind Richard said. "I don't know any of you guys!"

I turned to look towards him. "Bacchus Groh. Lives in the Quatro Cerberus dorm. Single. President of the Wild Creatures Club."

He scoffed. "I'm not impressed. So you read the yearbook last year and guessed my relationship status. Big whoop."

I smirked. It didn't have to come to this, but if he doubts my power, I'll have to proof it.

"Currently crushing on Cana Alberona of the Fairy Tail dorm. Sent her alcohol and chocolates on Valentine's Day. Autonomously, of course. Signed the letter, "From a sly dog." Secretly watches anime, but never talks about it. Favors darker animes, such as Attack On Titan, and your current favorite, Death Note. Does not know how to tie his shoes, so all pairs owned have all the laces taken out."

His jaw was practically on the floor. My smirk grew. I turned back to the window.

"Never doubt the power of the Cobra." Sawyer boasted for me.

"He's like a mind reader." Sorano added.

Macbeth had fallen asleep.

It's true, I have an amazing talent. It''s not mind reading, but it might as well be. I was born with a rare condition that gives me extremely sensitive hearing. I can hear through walls half a foot thick at most. Of course, stuff like the school bell would be a problem, but for some reason, my hearing only works for human voices. This has allowed me to hear things that normal people wouldn't hear. I hear their secrets, their thoughts, their opinions, their lives. And I have no power over it. I was also born with a photographic memory. Everything I hear, I remember. About everyone.

Especially that girl...

-5 years ago-

I lay there in alley. Starving. Drenched in the rain. Helpless. Alone.

My head is pounding. It's dark, nighttime. My body is heavy. My head is wet. From rain...

And blood...

"Help me..."

My voice was cracked, broken, useless.

My head has an open wound. My stomach is bruised and my leg has a large cut in it.

I have another large cut over my right eye. It was going to leave a scar for sure.

"This is the end." I think. "This is the day I die."

I try to recall how I got here. Who attacked me. How I lost my parents. Who brought my life to this terrible, terrifying end...

But I can't remember...

"You there!"

"Are you okay!? Mister! Mister, don't die!"

The last thing I see before I lose consciousness...

Is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen...

Before I fade out... I hear one last thing...

"You're not going to die! Not now! Not today, not tomorrow, not ever! Stay alive!"

I pass out.

With a sick feeling in my stomach.