(Grimmjow.....Would get his ass handed to him by Urquiola)
The students all sat still chatting to themselves. Mr M was of course still pissed off. He was always pissed off - ESPECIALLY around children. That was partly the reason he signed up for this program. Just to watch kids die. The little shits deserved it. Most of 'em anyway. Another benefit for being the programmer was that every so often, he could kill one himself. Regardless, he still had to play by the rules most of the time.
He turned to the bus driver. The driver sensing the evil eyes on him, turned to M. M simply did what the bus driver was anxiously awaiting. He slowly nodded to him. In her chair, Mrs Nokamura cried out a bit more and M easily quieted her with a hand to her mouth, and one to her breast. Reaching inside his breifcase, M pulled out 2 strange looking black helmets. On closer inspection they weren't exactly helmets, they were masks. Gas masks to be exact. He handed one to the bus driver. The bus driver - with trembling fingers - slipped on his mask and hit a small switch on the dash. no students saw him hit the switch, or the strange masks he and M wore.
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Edo and Hatoshi were still pleasantly chatting. It had been some time since Edo had had a normal conversation with his friends. Regardless, the feeling was nice. Suddenly however he realized he was rapidly becoming more and more tired. He decided to close his eyes...and dozed in his chair.