As Yasha walks along the hallway he slips his hands into his front pockets, hunched over lowering his head, takes a step to the other side of the hall, as Crash continues running down the hall, "Shit! I hope the door ain't loc-", in the split second Crash runs right past Yasha, a cold chill runs down his spine, as they exchange glares, "Y-Yasha?",
In shock Crash trips up and stumbles a few feet down the hall before whipping around and looking down an empty hall with what seems to be that Yasha just vanished, "What the... He was just there... or was he?", taking a few steps back rubs head, "Man I must be tired cause my mind is playing tricks on me.", snickers and shakes his head turning about continues down the hall, "It couldn't of been him... could it?", arriving at the Piano class steps inside sighing with relief that it was unlocked, finding his headphones grabs them and makes his way back to the courtyard, with a puzzled look on his face, "It positively couldn't have been him... He died.",
"Hehe, that's right... just brush it off like you always do, like the fool you are.