The next day was a pure torture for the brunet. He was constantly in an absent state, staring into the void and wasn't listening to Rhythmi, who was trying to understand what the hell happened. But that only made him even more silent and withdrawn.
- Eh Kell, what's wrong? You're spacing out quite often....And where is Keith, this time? It's not his naptime, as far as I know...
The boy felt tears well up in his eyes as his breath hitched. His hands began to shake and his vision blurred. He had understood what he felt since last night: guilt.
- / He's not here. Keith is not here. He's mad at you. For Arceus's sake, you're an absolute moron Kellyn! It's your fault! All your fault! I'm sorry...Sorrysorrysorrysorry....!/
The teenager who was immersed in his dark thoughts jumped violently when Miss April placed a red object in front of him. It was an official Styler. Oh yes that's true. They were studying the "Voicemail" feature today.
He took the device cautiously and turned toward his blonde friend who was simply excited.
- Voicemail! Voicemail! Rhythmi here, can you hear me? If you can hear me, hit your Styler twice!
- <...E-Even without the S-Styler I can hear you p-perfectly....>
-...Oh. So we have to move away from each other, then!
Kellyn got up from his chair, nearly smacking into his desk along the way, and started to go toward the front door of his class. When suddenly, it swung open revealing Mr. Kincaid who seemed to be in a VERY bad mood.
- Please excuse my intrusion Miss April. I would like to speak with Keith for 5 minutes.
The students looked at each other incredulously as the red-hair went to meet the man. Her gaze was indescribable.
- Keith is absent today. But, may I know what you want with him, Mr Kincaid?
- We found out this morning that our stock of Stylers was stolen. And you say he's been absent since this morning?
Immediately understanding what the teacher was implying, Kellyn and Rhythmi were the first to react.
- Mr Kincaid! Keith may be a prankster, but he's not a thief!
- < Aren't you the one who t-told me not to suspect anyone w-without concrete proof?!>
Everyone was surprised to see the brunet lose his temper so brutally, to the point that even the adult even took a step back, as if he had sensed something dangerous. However, he quickly put himself together.
-...Maybe. But our Stylers are still missing.
- So, I'll take care of getting them back. And please, stop wrongfully accusing my students.
The woman glared at the man, daring him to add any comment. The latter made a small tssking sound before leaving the classroom, followed closely by Miss April and the other students eager to help.
- Come on Kell! We need to find those Stylers and innocent Keith! Let's search the main building first, and if there's a problem, Voicemail, okay?
- < T-That's work. H-Hopefully we'll find him before Gel Man.>
The one with golden eyes giggled for a moment, giving a faint smile before going out to start her research. The brunet was left alone for a moment, and took a deep breath.
- / Let's go./
The teenager searched the building from top to bottom, searching everywhere with such ardor that one would forget the vegetative state in which he was 20 minutes earlier. He internally insulted some of his comrades at times because of the adrenaline, by the way.

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Way to the Dawn [Eng Version]
Fanfiction"What have I gotten myself into again...?" That's what Kellyn had been wondering for a while. Between the transition to adolescence, a crush with whom he didn't know how to react, and a criminal group whose intelligence was only a joke... He was get...