The memories went down smoothly.
Memories of the past month, of Kyle Whitaker acting strangely.
Memories of his suspicions, his fears, that something terrible might be happening right under his very nose.
The idea, the concept of these "Hiroshimans" was torn from his mind as if ripping the corner off of a wet piece of paper.
Gone.
Irreparable.
Irreversible.
And then he felt these ideas and concepts enter his stomach, slightly easing his hunger.
He felt the energy stripped clean of its will, returning to its natural state before merging with his very being.
This new energy gave him an idea.
What if he imbued it with will and left it in the teacher's mind?
With forceful thought, he filled a corner of his being with a new concept.
"Kyle Whitaker has never been suspicious. He has always been like this."
And then he pushed, forcing it into the gap the man's memories had once filled.
And then…
He severed his connection with himself, leaving the energy to slowly fade into the background of the man's mind once again.
Unwilling to risk jeopardizing the changes he had just made, he whizzed out of the mindscape before temporarily possessing Logan, placing the hat back on the man, and sprinting away.
Kyle was still standing there, so he sent the idea of "hiding" towards him and continued to pilot Logan away.
There wasn't much else he could do for Kyle right now. With Logan being so much closer to the man they had just technically assaulted, he needed to be far, far away from the teacher when he came to.
Far enough to not need to answer any questions.
And so he ran.
He sprinted away from the teacher as fast as he could, veering around the corner of the tennis court as the man began to blink.
Just in time.
Kai sent Logan back towards the school, but continued to hide in the back of his mind.
He needed to remain silent and unnoticed.
Hopefully Kyle was doing well on his end of things.
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Kyle felt a short burst of fear.
Mr.Berhns was coming to.
He had to hide.
He frantically scanned the area around him, cursing his previous inaction.
What the hell had he been doing there, staring blankly at the man as if he had not a care in the world!?
Seeing no places to hide in the alleyway-like configuration behind the school, Kyle sent his brain into overdrive.
The man was beginning to pick himself off the ground, getting his bearings.
With nowhere else to go, Kyle ran towards the man.
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Mr.Berhns blinked.
He saw grass and concrete.
He heard his papers rustle as they fluttered to the ground.
'Huh!?'
'What…. No, where am I!?'
Last he remembered, he had been walking out of his classroom to head to his car. He began to get up, looking around him, when a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Yo! Mr.B! Are you alright!?"
He turned his head to see a hand proffered towards him.
One of his students, Kyle Whitaker, had seen him stumble, and was obviously concerned.
Somewhat relieved to see a familiar face, he let his jaw unclench as he accepted the hand with a strained smile.
He began to recognize his surroundings as part of his walk towards his car, and the situation began to make much more sense.
Once he had been pulled to his feet, he thanked Kyle for helping him gather his papers before walking along the sidewalk, eager to return home.
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Ashleighe wandered aimlessly through the hallways of the school.
She was lost deep in thought.
She didn't know why, but something felt… wrong.
Different.
As if she were missing something.
She wandered from room to room, peeking inside, hoping to find whatever it was that was calling out to her, and yet she found nothing.
Her heart yearned for this missing piece of itself.
She knew she would know it when she saw it. And so she kept looking.
By the time she had decided her search for this thing was pointless, she had visited over half the rooms in the school.
Nothing she had seen had felt right.
Nothing pulled on her heartstrings, or attracted her to it with some strange fascination.
Nothing seemed to fill that hole.
Perhaps it was unimportant anyways. After all, she couldn't seem to remember what it was.
She turned around and headed towards her locker.
It wasn't a long walk. She grabbed her textbooks and homework, finishing up packing her bags when she saw motion out of the corner of her eye.
She looked up, turning towards the movement.
And then she saw him.
A boy she couldn't seem to place, a boy who seemed so familiar.
Perhaps the missing piece wasn't a something, but instead, a someone.
Her arms fell to her sides, and she wandered away from her backpack, her locker still open.
On what felt to be almost an instinct, or a repetition of some long forgotten memory, she looked up at the man before her.
"Would you do me the honor of walking me to my car, kind sir?"
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Logan was taken aback by the girl's question, and yet, some hidden part of him, something buried deep within him, rose to the surface.
Despite himself, he smiled.
"Of course, Mi'lady."
He subconsciously grabbed her hand, and didn't notice until she slid her fingers between his.
It felt like de ja vu, acting out some half truth, and yet
It felt right.
She felt right.
Her hand in his felt like the most right thing in the world.
And most of all, he somehow knew that this girl, whose name he knew not, felt the same way.