<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong>~★ The ES Club ★~<br/>~★ Chapter 1 ★~<br/>~★ The Awakening ★~ </strong><br/><br/>(http://orig06.deviantart.net/7b38/f/2017/072/6/5/esc_by_dalex_90-db27vy2.png)</span></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>After all this time... It was finally making sense! Of course it was finally proving itself to be true. As the boy continued to stare at the evidence spread out before his eyes he found the entire sight being linked up so perfectly and it was almost as if the gods had bestowed him the blessing of sight for just a moment. Of course it was the same being responsible for everything that had been done. To think it had taken all this time for Ian to realize that his missing lunches for the past few days must all link to the same culprit. What he had found the most odd, was the fact that there was always something else left in it's place. All the trinkets the brunette owned were spread across the table, some his own, whilst the others had been replacing his lunch. To think the youth had gone as far as to neglect his club for the last two days, trying his best to capture culprit on his own. But, enough was enough! If this wasn't a case suited for the ES club, then what was?<br/><br/>Ruffling his hair briefly, before running his fingers and ruffling through his imaginary beard, the green eyed gaze continued to stare deeply at the objects, trying to remember which order he had received his 'trades', only to find himself getting rudely interrupted by a growl. Blinking his eyes a few times, the boy reached for one of the lollies of the table, before continuing his heavy and important thinking.<br/><br/>But of course, the boy had found his own personal mission a lot more important then the final class of the day, and actually had holed himself up in the club room ever since lunch once it had been stolen for the fifth time in a row. This time though, Ian was certain that it was a supernatural being that was the culprit for his missing lunch. Well, he had been pretty sure of it at the start, but he knew he needed to bring the rest of the club members solid evidence. And it was all there! Spread across the table, and now all the brunette could do was to wait. After all, there was only about an hour left till the bell would ring.<br/><br/>Bouncing in his chair almost almost like an excited child on Christmas, Ian waited for the rest of his friends to make their way. This was, after all, the first official quest of the club! Well, there was the case of the missing shoes... But that didn't count! It was not like it was too uncommon to accidentally put your shoes away in the wrong locker. Well, at least not for a scatter-brain like Ian. There was also the time of the shadow on the roof...<br/><br/>Violently shaking his head, the green eyed youth dismissed the previous cases from his mind the best he could. There was at least one thing for certain! His best friend would of course believe him! Valsche had to! They were best friends after all. Nodding firmly a few times, the fingers found their way back at rubbing at the chin, till the boy decided to sit himself down. Perhaps Ian had been lucky that he had not been born with dog ears and tail his body language perhaps already naturally giving away a little too much of the thought process. But, just as easily he found himself getting excited to share his new findings, he found himself growing impatient with the wait. Leaning himself a bit back, before fidgeting himself forward once more, the minutes passed like hours. Till finally, the boy leaned himself across the club table.<br/><br/>"UGghhhhh, when are they comin'?" The boy mumbled half grunting, as the green eyes soon found themselves fluttering, and before he knew it, his mind drifted off to sleep. In the few minutes the brunette slept, he found himself dreaming of the most brilliant way to set up the most perfect trap for the lunch thief. "My sandwiches...!" Ian mumbled, as the drool trickled down his cheek and to the table, though, as Ian was about to heroically sacrifice himself for the biggest sandwich he had ever seen, he found his eyes widening in shock, as the loud ringing of the school bell violently woke him. Jumping in his seat, and pushing himself off the table, Ian found himself sending himself backwards onto the supply closet, sending a few of the evidence on the table to scatter in all direction on the floor. But of course, the still half dazed Ian just shook his head, trying to get back into reality, as he rubbed the back his head, hissing softly between his teeth.