A/N: The very thought of mathematics calls forth hatred to my heart, making it wrench agonizingly. Click the vote button if you agree.

Also, I don't know if manga has a braille version, but let's just say it does so it ties in with the story.

- Fatespeaker's POV -

"So ..." I said, inhaling the sharp November air. 

"So ..." Starflight replied.

He, Sunny, and I were walking along the sidewalks of an old art museum.

"Did you know," I said, "that Seraph of the End's third season will release next month?"

"That's awesome!" Sunny cheered. Fortunately, she was still close friends with me despite having a crush on Starflight. "And right after Attack on Titan too! Those two anime are seriously alike."

"Great," replied Starflight. He had started reading manga too using braille, and Sunny and I constantly updated him on what happened in each episode of the anime we watched. "It'd be cool if Yuu and Shinoa got together in the end. Romantically."

That made me drop my hot chocolate. Kneeling down, I snatched the cup to prevent any more creamy liquid from spilling down the drain, and faced the green eyed boy.

"Say what?" I gasped. "Starflight, you can't be serious! Yuu belongs to Mika; it's practically a rule in the fandom."

"Hey, it's a free country. We can ship whatever we want."

"True, true," agreed Sunny. "Well, I'll head back home so you two can have your date." She smirked, then left.

Starflight and I walked to a cafe and ordered some drinks, then snuggled up at a table. I looked out the window, putting my attention on a magnificent maple tree. All its leaves had fallen off and were huddled at the bottom, loyally clinging to the tree's base in a large heap.

Five minutes later, my phone buzzed. I opened up to the screen and my stomach dropped. A gasp escaped my lips.

"What is it?" Starflight asked.

I breathed out, "Apparently Principal Arctic's funeral is on Saturday and we're invited."

Ironically, the sun was shining a luminescent white-yellow when we got to the cemetery, making the coffin blinding to look at.

Students and staff were scattered over the green field. Some people actually mourned, but most people just chatted to each other, seeing the funeral as a social gathering. 

The director tapped the microphone, silencing the audience. He began into a long, traumatizing speech grieving about the principal's death. When he was done, he asked if anyone else wanted to speak.

Flame, Viper, Squid, and Ochre raised their hands. Once they got to the podium, Ochre bent his head downward with a solemn expression. He opened his mouth to deliver his first words:

"WE'RE GOING ON A TRIP IN OUR FAVORITE ROCKET SHIP,"

"ZOOMIN' THROUGH THE SKIES, LITTLE EINSTEINS."

"CLIMB ABOARD, GET READY TO EXPLORE,"

"THERE'S SO MUCH TO FIND, LITTLE -"

"Quiet!" A teacher screamed. No doubt, it was Mrs. Kestrel. "Detention on Monday, all four of you!" she hissed.

Squid, Ochre, Viper, and Flame groaned in unison. 

Next came some real heartfelt messages, like We will miss you, You were a great principal, We will never forget you, all the melodrama.

"His death was so out of the blue," Sunny murmured to me. "How did it happen?"

She got her question answered on Monday, when the first thing we saw were police cars parked at the school entrance. The officers walked around suspiciously, shining flashlights around corners, looking for signs that suggested how Arctic got murdered.

Students got interviewed too. We got sent to the office one by one to answer questions about security, anything we remembered, etc. There was even a camera crew to record everything.

The teachers even played the recordings in the cafeteria at lunch, so "anyone who knows their friend is lying can report to the police."

The first person on the screen was Clay. He kept a calm manner, but his eyes held the frightened expression of a deer running into a hunter.

"First question," buzzed the officer. "Where were you around the time of the assassination?"

Clay blushed. "I was at the KFC ordering my third box of large chicken nuggets."

"What thoughts do you have?"

"His death was so out of the blue. No one saw it coming."

"Final question. Do you have any last comments to make?"

"No, sir," he answered.

"You are dismissed. Have a nice day."

Next came Darkstalker's video.

"Where were you around the time of the assassination?" the officer asked.

Darkstalker's eyes fixated on the screen calmly. "I was at our hotel with my friend and girlfriend Fathom and Clearsight."

"And what thoughts do you have?" 

"It's pretty shocking. Because of this incident, I will be returning back to my own school soon."

"Last question," said the officer. "Are there any other last comments you want to make about this very event?"

"Actually yes," he replied. "I want to report a couple suspects."

"Please do."

"When I was walking in the day of the murder," Darkstalker confessed, "I saw Fatespeaker carrying a knife."

Wait, what?

All eyes landed on me, so intense it felt like someone was drilling holes into me. Students discussed what they just heard in hushed whispers, constantly jabbing fingers in my direction.

"W-Wait, guys," Sunny cried. "It can't be Fatey. She had nothing to -"

Up on the screen, Darkstalker interrupted her. "I also noticed how Peril and Tsunami were hiding explosives in their pockets, and that Deathbringer wrote down a murder plan. Those four might have conspired to plan out this murder." His voice came booming out of the speakers like some god coming to punish his subjects. 

"WHAT THE FREAKING ..." Peril roared.

"This is absolutely incorrect!" retorted Deathbringer. "I had nothing to do with this."

"He's right," Glory interjected.

The rest of the afternoon dragged out slower than a tortoise. I was too busy thinking replaying what the lunchtime event in my head, and everything seemed too loud, too horrible.

And it was finally the end of the day. Washed in relief, I crammed my stuff into my backpack and got ready to go home when the speakers blared out a message.

"If you are Deathbringer Midnight, Peril Carmine, Tsunami Aqua, or Fatespeaker Prophet, please head down to the front office for interrogation. Thank you."

Starflight and Sunny sent me sympathetic glances before leaving. "We'll leave you some cake," Sunny said.

Sighing, I picked up my feet - which felt like thousand pound blocks - and started walking toward the office. I remember the first day of school, where they called me to help Starflight. Everything was so worry-less and happy. Now, this whole school seemed like a monster, scaring us poor students more and more every day.

Tsunami, Deathbringer, and Peril were already there, sitting at the large wooden conference desk. It was as if they were under a spell because they acted completely unlike themselves, not saying a word as a cold air settled in the room.

The normally bubbly Ms. Asha crossed her arms with a deep frown. "Students, you all should know why you are here. We will begin discussing about the information Darkstalker gave at lunch today." 

A lump rose in my throat.

Darkstalker, what made you spread such a venomous rumor?