#in contract

It felt like a lot of time since the last time Bard entered that huge bank. He wondered if he still had his money... Well, of course he had, he bought a few chocolates this afternoon, after all. An addiction, maybe you can call it like that. Nevertheless, there he was, inside of the Ganemon Bank again.

Carrying his suitcase, the familiar suited boy was already on his way to the elevator. He didn’t want to deal with secretaries, or things like that, and it’s not like the people around doesn’t know him. And to the ones who don’t, nothing that a credential can’t change.

As soon as Bard got in front of the door he was looking for, he knocked on it and waited patiently.

Finally, he had no classes. Not that he participated in most of them, just stayed on his desk typing away on his laptop, papers without any kind of importance, and browsing contracts on his phone yet again. Even so, the feeling when the ring bells after the end of the classes is still the same.

Picking up his things, Bard decided not to stay in the school’s dorms for that night. Still not in a great state, the hitman with no grin started his way to the parking lot of the academy, aiming for the not even a little bit extravagant car that he was already known for. 

As soon as he clicked his key for the doors to open, Bard let his laptop case fall from his arm. The sight of a very familiar model near the car made his expression quickly contort to a surprised one, specially because he didn’t expect to meet a lot of known people. Not today.

And just as silently as he appeared back to the school, the hitman made his way to the library, carrying a laptop case under his right arm and a bar of snickers on his other hand. Despite not being in a very good state of mind, it appears that his love for the candy bar still lives.

With a swift motion, the door to the library opened up. Unfortunately, the door also swiftly hit a boy standing behind it, god knows why the hell he was there. Muttering some kind of profanity under his breath, the hitman quickly placed his laptop on top of a table and went off to help the other. His voice tone didn’t offer much emotion.

After looking through maps, consulting the headmaster, trying to open random doors, asking Ishimaru, getting lost at least five times and giving up four, the hitman finally found his door. Apparently, his sense of direction remained the same. With a small satisfied sign, he tried to open the door.

Locked.

“Fucking...”

Unfortunately, Bard was certain that this one was his room. Like, really certain. So he casually tried to force the door open, applying a bit of force on the doorknob before going for the lockpicking. Luckily, someone opened the door before he went for his lockpicking materials. On the other side... He instantly let out a shocked expression, mouth opening ever so slightly at the sight in front of him.

A few hours already passed since Bard came back, and he decided to go to a more secluded place in the school. He was sitting against one of the trees, staring blankly at a cellphone that, surprisingly, was not a flip phone, and tapping away. There was a few notebooks around him, and a laptop on his left side.

The back of the school was surprisingly empty, only the hitman and a few unknown students hanging around. He was still trying to find means to contact his former friends after worrying them with a meaningless thing. The right way would be to simply disappear, right? One month without even saying anything...

His right eye suddenly darts to the school’s door, seeing a blonde girl opening it. With a surprised expression, the hitman didn’t know how to react when he recognized the person.