The Mastermind is a Middle School Student (KHR FF)

Local Missing Fox Causes Panic

(30: the kids when their parents leave them alone)

[-1-]

The scribbling of pen resounds.

Pale hand tightens around a thin plastic cover.

The scribbling stops.

“No, I can't stop.”

Broad hands came up to tighten around the pen, but ended up letting go.

“I really need to. Please.”

The voice pleaded, but stopped, realising there were no more papers. Strewn across the floor, piles upon piles of black papers of varying sizes covers every inch of the ground itself. Upon closer inspection, the black papers are actually tightly written words after words, dyeing the previously pristine white surface into jet-black.

With a frustrated yet resigned sigh, the person in the room decides to take a rest.

“I can't rest.”

The person said, but the person decided to rest.

“I can't rest. I must not rest.”

The person mumbled, but the person is set on resting.

“... Please.”

The person pleaded with himself. But the person will rest.

“....”

You should rest. You must rest. The person must rest. You will rest. You —

“You know why I must.”

…

“I know it's bad — but I must — I need to do write.”

…

“Hand me more paper.”

A large banner-sized white paper appeared inside the room.

“Thank you.”

Scribbling continued.

…

You need to rest.

“I know.”

…

You really need to stop.

A breeze passed through the windowless room, before it rescinded into the haze of mad scrawling.

[-2-]

When Tsuna came back to his senses, Yamamoto and Suzuki had already rushed to Fuuta’s collapsed form, while the grandmother and Gokudera immediately started analysing and planning their next steps — the reliable people that they are.

Which is good, really, because Tsuna weren't called no good for no reason. It's a relief that his useless self isn't expected to contribute at all.

“—Tch, rival gang? As much as I hate to say, that bastard probably got tangled up with the Juudaime and was seen as an easy hostage by Vongola’s enemies—”

“—I say, kids these days don't know n’un about protecting themselves! I don't know where all of the self defense training I gave to him went —”

“— That bastard probably traded something for this kid. How long has this kid been missing? A few days since I last saw Juudaime with him —”

“— Bunch’o bruises and signs of malnutrition. No trace of torture but I'm sure there's a stinking mist involved, look at his frayed little brain —”

“— Old witch, how far do you reckon this kid had travelled? There's an awful lot of wet mud on his shoes when Namimori had dry days for this whole week —”