[center][h1]Ferrero Mall[/h1][/center][center][h2]26/4/15[/h2][/center]
	
“There goes Masahide again! It’s a wonder that walking ghost doesn’t scare people off.”

“I know, he looks so ill… I wonder why security lets him sleep on the benches like that?”

If Masashide had overheard this conversation once, he’d heard it a hundred times. Every day it’s the same thing, people calling him specter or a ghost… At least until they ask him to tutor them. Being one of the top students in the school had earned him attention- mostly from those looking to leech of him- but he didn’t care. All he cared about was passing his classes with the highest marks possible and it’s off to assist the town’s folk. Just the other day he had volunteered to assist cleaning up the amusement park, and had been there hours after he should’ve already gone home… What did he do then? Study for his classes until it was time to leave for school the next day.

Opening his eyes, he’d sit himself up as he stretched and yawned eyeing over the center plaza curiously. Seems he’d drawn a few spectators, mostly kids and classmates that stood and stared, all the while gossiping about his situations. But it wasn’t an illness or depression, just simply fatigue. It had been at least 36 hours since the last time he slept, and these benches certainly didn’t make it seem any shorter. Yet as he stood, he couldn’t help but stagger his stance. Every muscle in his body flexed and ached, the soreness made it hard for him to even walk. You figure after years of this, he’d become more accustomed… That never happened though.
	
Walking past everyone without making eye contact, Masahide would begin strolling about the place. Though mostly to soothe the aches and pains in his legs, he’d come to enjoy just walking… There was a certain peace to it. Just like all the epic tales he’s heard and read, it felt like just another step in his own saga. It gave him time to reflect on the things he had done and yet to achieve. If he was going to be a symbol of perfection, he had a long way to go. Yet he would never stop trying, someone would recall his name and remember it as something to aspire too… Someday.

It wasn’t long after he started walking that Masa decided upon a change of scenery, after all, the countless eyes staring at him had become rather bothersome. Pausing a moment, he’d take out his phone and dial home. It wasn’t long after he walked through the doors to leave the complex that his mother picked up the phone, “Saji residence.”

“[color=8493ca]Hey, it’s-[/color]“ He wasn’t able to finish a sentence before his mother lashed out him.

“Masahide! Where are you?! I just got a call from the mall that you’ve been sleeping on the benches again! Why didn’t you come home last night?!” Most of this Masa didn’t hear as he held the phone away from his head.

“[color=8493ca]I just called to tell you I’m heading to the amusement park. I’ll be home later.[/color]” Looking about the town around him, he’d attempt to recall the directions on how to get there. Slowly, his memory recalled the way as he began his walk.
	
“Do you want me to come pick you up? I could take yo-“ The concern in his mother’s voice was all to evident. Odds are if she came to get him, she’d take him to the psychiatrist again. Even his own mother thought this was a phase of some sort of mental illness that had beset him… She didn’t understand

“[color=8493ca]No. I’ll be fine.[/color]”

“… Masa, you know I l-“ halfway through her reply, he stumbled, dropping his phone, causing it to shut as it hung up the call. His body would shudder as the pain coursed through him. First his body was betraying him, now his mother was hounding him, and then those odd dreams of a one hand man in armor. Maybe he was going crazy… Catching his breath, Masa stood up and dusted off his clothes. Pausing a moment with a sigh of relief, he’d retrieve his phone from the ground as he opened it back up. Sure enough, a text message from his mother.  ‘I Love U, Masa.”