It wouldn't hurt to keep the phone... right?

"Yeah... there's no point in just tossing an antique in the trash," Tanukichi silently told himself. "Besides, it won't cause anyone any harm as long as I keep the phone in my pocket, right? And if I just threw it away, someone might find it and use it themselves."

Satisfied, Tanukichi put the phone back in his pocket and walked the rest of his way to his first class of the day. He was a good student, so he arrived pretty early, giving him a chance to settle in at his desk.

"Biology 101," he said to himself as he took out his textbook. "Should be a pretty interesting class, even if most of the pages in the book are blank now. At least it'll be easier to study for!"

Tanukichi checked the time on his monitoring bracelet and saw he still had ten minutes before class officially started.

"Hmm, might as well use this time to watch Anna's new year address." Tanukichi activated the projection on his right bracelet and brought up a video of student body president Anna Nishikinomiya. She had lovely blue eyes, a custom surveillance necklace with a pendant shaped like a snowflake, breasts that were at least E in size, and silver hair that highlighted her half-Russian heritage. She was currently a sophomore at Tokioka and wore uniform identical to all the other girls' in the school.

"To all my new students, I would first like to say 'congratulations' for making it in," she began. Her voice was soft and, to Tanukichi, she sounded exactly like an angel. "As your president, it's my honor and privilege to welcome you to our school. I know it goes for all of you, whether you're new or you've been here a long time, we're all a little nervous to start a term at such a prestigious school. But we cannot forget why we're here..."

"Oh Anna, you never cease to amaze me," Tanukichi thought to himself. Anna was his childhood best friend, and the only person who would even talk to him after his father was arrested. He wasn't really all that interested in Tokioka Academy, but the simple fact that Anna was there meant that he had to go too. He had to be there to support her, to help her... but even if he just got to be near such a pure and perfect woman he would be satisfied.

"Mr. Okuma. Mr. Okuma." A tired, feminine voice repeated Tanukichi's last name over and over again, but he was so entranced by Anna's beauty that he didn't even notice. He only paid the voice any attention after he felt something under his desk bump into his groin.

"Mr. Okuma," the muffled voice said right next to his crotch, causing Tanukichi to gasp and push his chair backwards.

Looking down, Tanukichi saw a woman with green hair, very dark bags under her exhausted purple eyes, and she was wearing a white lab coat over her normal school uniform. At the moment, she was between his legs with her face pressed up directly against his groin.

"Mr. Okuma," she said in a monotone voice, pulling her face back a little now that she had his attention. "Hello, my name is Hyouka Fuwa. Sorry, I know this isn't the proper way to meet someone, but I have a question I must ask you. Please, tell me where babies come from and how they are created."

"Huh?" Tanukichi tried to get away from the strange woman by scooting backwards, but she followed him, keeping her face close.

"I need to know the exact process, so please, be as detailed possible." Her voice was completely serious, without any irony or joviality to it all.

"Why are you asking me that? You have the same textbooks I do." Tanukichi replied. "When a man and a woman love each other very much, they hold hands at a respectable distance and-"

"But those books were lying to me, just like our whole society," Hyouka countered, her face getting even closer to his. "Scientifically speaking, the concept of love is far too vague and undefined to serve as a reliable biological mechanism for reproduction. It is my goal to discover the actual biological process, whatever it takes."

"Geeze, people are even more clueless about sex than I thought." Tanukichi though to himself.

"For days, I conducted research outside the gynecology clinic, waiting to ask any expecting mother I saw how babies were made. Unfortunately, I didn't see any mothers at all, and when I asked the staff they banned me from the premises for life," Hyouka Fuwa continued.

"Huh, you don't say?" Tanukichi said, pretending to be surprised. "So, uh, why are you asking me this again?"

"I know you're an outsider, Mr. Okuma. You're not like the rest of us. You know things we don't. You know the real truth." Hyouka placed her hands on Tanukichi's shoulders and pulled herself upward, her face now right next to his as she leaned over his groin. "So, I need you to tell me, please, in the name of science, how babies are made. And if a verbal explanation is too difficult, then I will accept a demonstration."

Her face was so close to Tanukichi's now that he could feel her breath on his lips. He began to sweat profusely. Could he really give her 'the talk' right here in front of all his classmates?