﻿<strong>Takeo Satoshi<br/>Time: June 5th, 2018. Monday.<br/>Location: Library, Following to Samegawa Flood Plain<br/>Tagged: Yu Narukami.</strong><br/><br/>Satoshi was certain their conversation was concluded, so when the man apparently fell into step just behind him he was momentarily caught off guard. His teeth clenched and he repressed an annoyed growl as he looked back over his shoulder, and kept his icy smile in place. Who the hell did this old bastard think he was, with his mysterious warnings and his holier-than-thou lectures? It was beginning to remind Satoshi of his father, and his self-righteous attitude. He kept his voice crisp and even, and spoke with the practiced, insincere tone that seemed his trademark.<br/><br/>"Thank you very much for taking your time to set me straight then, mister. I'm sure I'll go on now and lead just the same sort of warm and fuzzy life you so obviously do. And try as I might for a thousand years, I have no doubt I'll never be able to express my gratitude for meeting such an exceedingly gifted individual, with such insight and authority to deem himself worthy of judging the existence of a humble student whose name he doesn't even know. Clearly, the heavens have smiled upon me this day!" Satoshi said, his words dripping with sarcasm and contempt.<br/><br/>Before the man could reply, Satoshi abruptly changed his course and began walking in the opposite direction from Samegawa, one hand waving a final goodbye over his shoulder.<em>'Asshole,'</em>Satoshi thought with a grimace,<em>'as though I actually give any sort of a damn about his precious reactions. Or anything else, for that matter.'</em>He checked the time on his phone and sighed; not enough time to actually go and get anyting decent to eat now, if he wanted to make it to Samegawa by five. Satoshi shook his head and glared straight ahead. He had half a mind now not to even bother showing up at the Flood Plain, just to avoid seeing that self-important prick again. Really, what could an asshole like that be involved in that would prove so fascinating, anyway?<br/><br/>The more he considered the matter, however, the more Satoshi resolved to attend after all. His blood was up, and Satoshi realized that what had really bothered him about talking with that bastard was that he'd actually managed to rattle Satoshi, instead of the other way around. It had been a long time since he'd met anyone who could get under his skin before he got under theirs. Now he wasn't sure if he wanted a chance to see the man in action, to study him and take him apart pieces at a time and understand him like the chemical equations in his notebooks, or if he just wanted a rematch with the son of a bitch. Because deep down...even though he would sooner die than admit it...Satoshi secretly wondered if there might have been some small splinter of truth in the man's words.<br/><br/>"Dammit," Satoshi growled to himself as he turned around and began making his way toward Samegawa, "whatever the hell this is had better be out of this fucking world..."