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/ˌkarəˈsɛl/

A carousel , or merry-go-round, is an amusement ride consisting of arotating circular platform with seats for riders. The "seats" are traditionally in the form of rows of wooden horses or other animals mounted on posts, many of which are moved up and down by gearwork to simulate galloping, to the accompaniment of looped circus music.

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- Prologue -

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Perfect.

Just perfect.

Dell Honne smiled in front of the newspaper he had in his hands. He was glad that his report, which he spent two hours typing had successfully turned out well in the newspapers. He had to admit, being a journalist is actually very tiring. Although he is a speedy-typer in his office, he had to spent hours, days to search for information, form an approving conclusion, and also interviewing people - well, scratch that. Dell doesn't even like to interview people. Being polite and respectful isn't his style, nor personality.

He groaned as he scrolled the newspaper into a roll, tossed it casually onto the table, his pale hands reaching for his cup of strong black coffee.

Coffee. It reminded him of something.

Tea. Tea time.

Interviewing.

SeeWoo.

'Ah, that lad,' Dell snarled, rolling his eyes as a thought of SeeWoo appeared in his mind. 'The most annoying person I've ever interviewed, or talk to before.' He sipped his coffee. The black liquid flow and lingered in his mouth, his taste buds enjoyed the taste of the bitter liquid. Still drinking his coffee, he began to recall the moments he shared with the owner of the circus - although it's only an hour of interviewing, but it almost had Dell store enough impatience to flip a table in front of the lad in that very moment. That person, SeeWoo, who was wearing a saucy top hat, dressed in a formal sepia vest with white long sleeves and a red tie, had been talking riddles to Dell, by using oxymorons.

Or perhaps, paradoxically.

Why wouldn't that kid talk like a normal person? Or just straight to the subject? He had spent over hours to solve and think what this SeeWoo is actually talking. Our Dell isn't an expert on solving paradox, or riddles. He is just dexterous on asking and noting down whatever thing he heard, like what a journalist or a interviewer suppose to do. Therefore, encountering a person like SeeWoo is going to have him furious, impatient and super unsatisfying. He wanted straight answers, not riddles or paradox or whatever thing that confuses him!

An angry vein popped on his forehead, his eyebrows twitching in an extremely uncomfortable way. "Okay, that's enough of thinking," Dell snapped open his mind, putting away his cup of coffee not-very-gently on the table. Splashes of black liquid escaped from the inside of the mug, droplets of coffee from the splash had stained the surface of the table. "That sepia kid really pissed me off. Ruined my mood today."

A disturbing ringing was heard, this made Dell grunted and jumped off from his wooden chair, grabbed the receiver from the house phone and hold it close to his ear. "Hello?" He spoke curiously. Well, who had actually had his home number and called him anyway? He remember he didn't gave anyone his home number, except for Haku, his sister in overseas. Maybe it's a call from his boss? His boss had his home number anyway.

"Dell? are you Dell Honne?"

Bingo. "Ah yes, yes I am, sir." Dell replied, realizing the voice belongs to his boss, Leon, who calls him his son. Well, not really.

"Ah, Dell! Well done, my boy! Your report in the newspaper is very attractive. It caught my eyes though."

"Thank you, sir."

"Please don't be so moody, son! It's a thing to be happy of! By the way, the question you put up in your report is absolutely eye-catching. Real nice work."

Dell blanked. A question? He didn't even notice that he had put a question into his report as a catchy ending. "Question? What question did I put?"

"Oh son, screw your short-term memory! The question 'Will anyone actually pay a visit to that circus?' is what you've put on your work, son."

"I did?" Oh poor Dell. Having short-term memory isn't entirely his fault, it just that as a journalist himself had to do numerous activities like interviewing and typing thousand reports. It had turned into a habit, anyway. He always forgot what he had typed, written, searched, or interviewed -except for the lad, SeeWoo, that Dell is never ever going to forget about him- well, to him, there is so much to do and so little time.

"...Pardon me, sir. Please give me a minute.." Dell pressed the receiver between his ear and shoulder, his hands reached for the newspaper on the table. After he scooped the rolled newspaper up, he flipped open it, eyes searching for the report he wrote. Ah, there it is, on the second page of the newspaper. "...Ah, s-sir, I found it. Yes, it was me who put the question in the report. I think this will attract people and it is also a very good question since the circus is real mysterio-"

"Alright, son! Yes, your question is absolutely perfect. Well, you better figure out an answer for the question - it'll make the people read it superb! Well, to me, I would have write the answer as 'Of course! The circus is so mysterious that make anyone wants to visit it and reveal it's truth behind this mystery!' By the way, son, I have to go now, my wife is waiting for me to come back home-"

"Umm, hold on a minute, sir! Hold on- Sir! Sir?"

"Doo... Doo... Doo..."

"Oh, great. That boss of mine..." Dell rolled his eyes as he put the receiver back, running a hand through his silky silver hair while the other hand rested beside his hips, holding the newspaper.

'Will anyone actually pay a visit to that circus?'

"An answer, huh?"

Dell questioned, but earned a quiet laugh from himself.

Hell no if it's me.

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- End of Prologue -

A/N: Chapter updated, grammar and mistakes are corrected. 8/12/2014