Snippet #2434546

'Why did it always have to be so noisy?" Was what was going on in Riku's head as he sat down on the bus, his eyes on his PDA, reading an article about the current events. Everytime he was on a bus, chaos ensued. It never failed him, not once. People were painting each other, for God's sake! Who would do that on a rickety bus? Riku hoped the bus would conveniently hit a large pothole. That would teach them a lesson.

Finishing his article, he sighed, turning his PDA into a computer and accessing the web. This was hell, plain in simple. He had no interest in museums, relics of the once alive didn't really interest him. He'd rather be at his families dojo, or at the shooting range. Or... SOMETHING. Anything but have to listen to a tour guide. But oh well, he would endure.

He hadn't really gone and talked with anyone, which is why he was alone, which was well and good. After school, he was going to disappear, and ensure any evidence that he was ever here would vanish. He had plans already. He wasn't going to waver on them. The second he chose this path, he already knew solitude would be his best friend. Thus, the music in his head blared, the headphones telling those around him that he was not to be disturbed.