So, Kaiba, are you busy this weekend?
Also, Haruka, if you'd still like another chaperone for that field trip you're planning, I think I'll be available. To keep you in line.
The more I dwell on it, the more it's beginning the bother me. That night before the tea party wasn't like the other times. I didn't black out, I simply woke up on the roof of the dormitories. If it weren't for the fact a youma attacked that night, in my own class room, I wouldn't be so worried about it. Sleep walking is a normal thing that can just happen to anyone. However, I simply can't deny all the incidents before that some sort of mysterious attack has occurred when I couldn't remember what I was doing at the time. I know there isn't some monster following me around, because nothing has been attacking me. The only thing I can think of is that I am becoming this magical monster.
Tuxedo Kamen? Leave that to some flake like Arachne. Not that I dislike Arachne, but a flake is a flake. Haruka'd be all for wooing the ladies and makes a convincing enough man in the right get-up, too. I think she owns more suits than I do. Really, there's no way to tell, and I'm not going to assume anything. For all I know, odango atama made him up, anyway. Yes, that makes perfect sense. She's out there enough. Usagi is Tuxedo Kamen. Mystery solved.