The pained outcry came from the dark-haired man sitting in the quiet library. The ancient history textbook which was in his hands dropped with a thud to the floor as the young man clutched his head in pain.

Besides him, his friend, another young man, but with blond hair, looked up from his text worriedly. "Hey... are you okay?"

The dark-haired one groaned, waving his friend away. After a moment the sharp pain passed and he bent slowly to pick his book up off the floor. However, instead of turning back to his studies, he stared at the history book, his face showing off his slight wariness.

"You look like that book is going to suck you in."

A glare.

"Okay! Okay! That was a bad joke." The blond studied his friend curiously. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Iie. I don't think I'm okay." There was a faint tug in his mind that he couldn't decipher. "I feel like there's something wrong..."

"Are you sure you're not just creeped out because of finals?"

"I--I don't know. You're probably right. Finals. That's all that's wrong." He turned back to his book and opened it back to the chapter he was studying.

His friend looked at him strangely for a moment longer before whispering, "So... can I borrow your notes?"

TBC...