Realizing what he was staring at, Masato allowed himself a moment to let the cigarette drop from his fingers and curse silently before he grabbed the shoe, threw the rooftop access door open and dashed down the stairs in a charge that likely would have bowled anyone over had they been in his way.  He careened through the hallway, discreetly concealing the shoe within his pocket as best as he could, and made his way to the teacher's office.  At the very least, with classes still in session there wasn't anyone around to notice him.<br/><br/>When he arrived at his destination, he spied Matt through the window, speaking with the teachers present.  He couldn't hear what they said, but judging from their expressions, it probably wasn't anything positive -- not like he had anything good to say, either.  While he waited for Matt to emerge, the gravity of the situation finally caught up to him.<br/><br/>A teacher was now missing and there was evidence of possible foul play -- evidence that he, a junior yakuza, had grabbed with his bare hands.  Things had gone from fucked-up to fucked-up-the-ass and he the last thing he wanted was to be named a suspect.  He hoped that Matt could help him figure this out -- whoever was responsible for this obviously wasn't concerned with keeping a low profile, so it was doubtful that this was going to stop anytime soon.<br/><br/>Masato's fists ached to crush someone's skull...