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Chapter 8 hits home. Enjoy it!


Chapter 8 "Games and Mistakes."

I was currently in my bed…glancing at the ceiling with a vacant look on my eyes.

"-ni cha-"

"ONII CHAN!"

"You are loud, what do you want?"

"Is something wrong?" She asked, worried.

Well, now that you ask.

I am in a shady club reigned by a dead fish woman who doesn't really recognize me as a human being nor does she treat me as one.

I am stalked by a possible serial killer that wants to hurt or kill my Family.

There is no Max coffee in the fucking fridge. Motherfucking shit has me angry but not worried.

The serial killer stuff has me like this.

"I'm fine, you don't have anything to worry about." I gave her a reassuring smile as I patted her head.

"Then you should get out the bed, Onii chan. It's not healthy to be laying around all time." She admonished me.

"I just got here from School Komachi, can't I have some rest?" I asked annoyed.

I only have mid-Friday, Saturday and Sunday to laze around.

I locked eyes with Komachi…

She was looking at me with a dead look.

Then she widened her eyes and gasped

She had a look of complete horror

"Is something wrong?" I asked, interested. Did something happen?

"Onii chan…"

"What is going on?"

"Today is Sunday!"

What?

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It was Monday…the shittiest day of the week. The day that marked the beginning of your suffering in the hands of Japan's educational system.

But for me…

It was the shittiest day of my life.

I asked blade/master_Yoshi23 to search for the girl in the surroundings of Sobu High.

Shop cameras, snapshots, everything…

On Friday…

I already lost hope on him finding something…

For some reason, it felt quite familiar.

Options…

Wait for another body of the 'artist' to appear. It's absolutely sure that he will leave another message.

Whoever it is…wants to play with me. Or it is possible that he has gotten tired of playing…

And comes straight at me.

The girl…

Are they the same person?

If not…

Are they accomplices?

Or…

Are they two opposite ends?

"…ki…"

If they are working together…it makes it easier. One would lead me to the other and problem solve.

"Hikki!" A yell at my right snapped me out of my thoughts.

I turned to my left…

To see boobs on my field of vision. A rather familiar sight to me for the past days.

"What do you want, Yuigahama-san?" I asked tiredly.

"Uh! Are you going to club today?" She inquired me.

Good question.

I need to find those two…

But…

Rushing won't help the matter. I don't even have any clue about their whereabouts.

For now, they (if they work together) have some kind of agenda regarding me.

I will play by their rules.

For now…

"Yeah. Why do you ask?" I replied with a question, curious of why she would come here just to ask me that.

"Uh… it's just that you had a troubled face, it's something wrong?" Huh?

"…You were watching me?" I asked, with a slightly disbelieving face.

"…just a little…" she mumbled, with a small blush on her face. What's with you woman?

…are you a stalker?

"Anyway, it seems that your 'friends' are calling you." I dismissed her.

"Uh? Ah!" she then turned to me with a smile on her face. "See you at the club Hikki!" She waved at me.

I nodded.

I need a place to think.

I was looking at the retreating figure of Yuigahama…

When I noted that the blonde girl, Miura was glancing at me.

When I glared at her, she broke eye contact and started to chat with the girl with glasses.

What the hell?

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"Yo, Hikigaya!" A woman in a lab coat greeted me.

"Good day, Hiratsuka sen-oh no!" Time to fly.

I turned my back and was about to run.

"Wait a second there, Hikigaya." She called my name with hurry.

I slowly turned my face to peer over my shoulder. "…what?"

"I haven't come with a request." She said, dejected.

"Oh nice…" I sighed relieved and sat in the chair, smiling relieved. No work today!

I noticed that Yukinoshita and Yuigahama were giving me cold looks.

"You hate to help people that much?" Hiratsuka sighed with a hand on her face, leaving a depressed sigh escape from her mouth.

I ignored them and directed my attention at the computer that was on the table.

"Did we have a Computer here?" I asked.

Sensei cleared her throat and stroked a pose…I already knew by then that I fucked it up.

"This, Hikigaya, is the Chiba Prefecture Problem Consultation Mails~" she said 'Chiba prefecture Problem-' whatever with a high pitched voice. The one that a kid would use when he meets his superhero in real life.

It was incredibly out of place.

"…" Yukinoshita had a blank look.

"…." Yuigahama was fidgeting with her phone.

"…..Yeah." I said, bored.

"Don't give me that look, all of you!" She whined, embarrassed.

"Explain, please." Although I already have an idea of what it is…

"Yesterday, I was in my home, thinking about you guys…and I realized that in the span of 9 chapters, you only had 3 requests…that's rather low. So I, as the advisor of this club, asked the faculty to make this forum, for the people in Chiba, who had problems but not solutions…there you-" Ok gonna stop you here…

I don't even know what she's talking about…

"We solve their problems like a love consultation booth, right?" I cut her off.

"Could you let me finish?"

"No." The glare I was giving her was of pure indifference, deadpan, and blankness.

She puffed her cheeks.

"So, in other words, this is a chat room where people will post their requests and we, as the service club, need to solve them?" Must you state the obvious, Yukinoshita?

"Ah, yes."

"I see…" Yukinoshita was thinking.

"That's why I came here. They had this old computer in the store room. As of today, this will be your new club activity!" She declared with enthusiasm.

Yuigahama was turning on the laptop.

Hiratsuka-sensei approached the door and opened it. "Keep up the good job! See ya later!" She then left the room.

I went back to my phone…still no message from Blade/master_Yoshi23.

"Hikigaya-kun." I lifted my head "Could you please bring your sad existence over here?" This woman…

"Why?"

"Hikki, you can't read the emails from there…and is tiring to read them out loud." Yuigahama said with a troubled smile.

"Oh…" So I was needed?

I took my chair and put it next to Yukinoshita. She shook uncomfortably.

"So… what are we seeing?"

"This mail…" Yukinoshita said.

Ladies and gentlemen of the Service Club,

"Your new club activity will consist of consulting problems through mail.

We will dub it, "The Chiba Prefecture Problem E-Consultation"

Wasn't Chiba Prefecture Problem Consultation Mails?

I would like all of you to make an effort to solve any problem that presents itself.

Service Club Advisor – Hiratsuka Shizuka"

After reading the incredibly concise set of instructions, we all reacted differently.

"…I see, I understand now. We simply have to reply to any consulting mail with appropriate advice. However, will we actually receive them that often…?"

Yukinoshita looked more concerned with the system than what the activity involved and rescanned over the text several times.

On the other hand, Yuigahama's eyes widened. "Is it just me or is Hiratsuka-sensei always this responsible…?"

"Don't let her fool you." I replied with my eyes closed.

"Eh? Hikki, you know Hiratsuka-sensei?"

"Yeah, you could say so…" I was her favorite student! Or at least, the only one she used brute force on…and failed miserably.

"Now that I remember, she always called you to the staff room since the beginning of the year." She cocked her head in puzzlement

"It seems that my essays caught her attention somehow…" I trailed off…wait. "How did you know that?"

Yukinoshita coughed and grabbed our attention.

"It seems that we have a request…"

"Uhn?" Who was the poor sad in love that was going to get his illusion destroyed by us?

Pen Name: Master Shogun-san's Problem

[I hear as of late on the net that if I wrote in Japanese that I would take first for the Light Novel Rookie of the Year award, but that was certainly not the case. Source is I. Explain in the great detail how I can claim first.]

"So it was him." I pinched the bridge of my nose, a migraine coming to my head.

Shouldn't he fix the Japanese in this mail first…?

"Whatever he's saying totally makes zero sense…" So said Yuigahama, but I'm pretty sure her Japanese level was pretty much on par with his.

"In short, it's a problem of how he can take the Rookie of the Year award and make his debut." I explained to them

"Eeeh? But isn't this like totally Hikki's forte? Hikki should answer it." Good job on pushing the responsibility on me, Gahama-san. You acted like a true leader just now!

Yukinoshita tilted her head, nodding in agreement. "Telling him harshly is also a form of kindness." You just don't want to handle this, do you? Just be honest.

I don't want, either.

The Service Club's Answer

[With your current level of Japanese, stay out of those contests. Also, Polish your writing skills, the plot of your last draft sucked big time.]

"Hikki, isn't that too direct?!" Yuigahama was shocked.

"Seems fine with me." I said indifferently.

"Indeed, but correct." Yukinoshita supported me.

"Next."

Pen Name: Master Swordsman Shogun-san's Problem

[Hachiman-sensei… I want to write a sellable light novel (shaky voice).]

What the fuck?!

"He didn't waste time in respond!" I know Yuigahama…is like this is literally the only mail he gets on his computer.

"Hikigaya-kun. It looks like you're being requested again."

"Yeah… why no one requests you?" I whined. She glared at me with contempt.

Oh… sorry…

Hehe…

The Service Club's Answer

[There are a lot of components to sell a…sellable light novel. One of them is the plot. You should try to polish your writing skills on sites like fan***** or archi****own. The second one are the characters. Try to make likable characters that the readers can relate to their selves. Third, the setting. Don't rip off a setting from one of your light novels…and if you do, try to twist it until is unrecognizable. The illustrations are not important but are a nice detail. Do this and maybe…maybe….maybe you will make a decent right novel.]

"There it goes." I said, making a small smile.

"Wow, you just thought of that?" Yuigahama was impressed by my answer.

"I read a lot. You should try that sometime in your life."

"What's that supposed to mean!?" She bawled at me with an angry look.

"Stealing the plot of another light novel is allowed?" Yukinoshita had a doubtful look on her face while examining the mail.

"Steal is such an ugly word…I would call it altering a preexistent chart. It gives class." I was nodding to myself.

She put a hand on her head as if she was in pain.

"...Let's try the next one" Yukinoshita…no praise for me? Or is just that you don't want to feel inferior?

This is from:

Pen Name: Currently looking for a spouse, I have stable income (teacher)-san.

What's the point of a pen name anymore?

[As embarrassing as it is, I'm not particularly well-versed in housework and that, of course, includes cooking. I can't help but worry when I'm married in the future (lol). In the first place, I'm worried about whether I can get married (lol), but I'm thinking that I do want to try to remember at least one special dish that I can cook. Something popular with men (lol), also something light so it's popular with men, ah, I wrote that twice, didn't I (lol)? Anyway, is there anything simple that will leave a good impression with the men]. "

Too much lol in this…

Too creepy.

I can practically taste the desperation of a Christmas cake on its date of expire.

"This isn't something you ask students, is it…?" Yukinoshita said shocked

This is unnaturally creepy…Hiratsuka-sensei.

"Ah, maybe meat and potato stew? Or something made at home?" Yuigahama said while thinking deeply.

"If it's Japanese-styled hamburger, then just a little change to it would leave a different impression, wouldn't it?" Yukinoshita shoots down Yuigahama.

"You are both wrong…" They looked at me. "You are looking this problem from the wrong angle."

"Then what would be good?"

"I-I might want to know too, a little bit."

Yukinoshita shot a look at me while Yuigahama looked at me nervously.

"Easy…"

The Service Club's Answer

[Don't you need a partner to cook first?]

"…" The both of them had blank looks

"You can't jump to solutions for problems that don't exist" I answered, sagely. Like buying Christmas cake when it's not even Christmas.

"Hikki that's just wrong!" Yuigahama yelled.

"You are just evading the request." Yukinoshita scolded me.

"It's the truth. Before taking the mountain, you need to climb the mountain."

"What's with that?" Yuigahama, don't give that look.

"Hikigaya-kun, while your theory is somehow right, there is also the concept of preparation. Training to be a wife, you could say."

"If she really had any interest in that, she would have looked over the net instead of posting it here. You can practically smell the despair of this email." You can taste it, too.

Hiratsuka-sensei just wanted some tips to entangle men…we are just high school students.

We don't have the knowledge to swindle men…

You are alone in this one, Christmas cake sensei.

"Smell the despair…" Yuigahama said uncomfortably.

Yukinoshita sighed and Yuigahama gave me a foul look.

Don't judge me…

Judge Hiratsuka-sensei and her reasons for not being married.

"Is that all?"

"It seems so…wait. There is another mail."

"From who?" Yuigahama asked

I already lost interest in this…

I have someone to find…

"I don't recognize the pen name…"

"So is someone new?"

I gave a glance at the screen.

Pen Name: The artist san's problem was displayed on the screen.

"Artist-san?" Yukinoshita titled her head.

"Is it from someone in the art club?" Yuigahama asked.

"Let's take a look." I said.

[Do you believe in change? If so, what is exactly change? Do people change since their origin? If someone changes, are they different persons? Have some of you have experienced change?]

"Change?" Yuigahama asked, confused.

"Hm. Do you have any idea, Hikigaya-kun?" Yukinoshita asked me.

"Hikigaya Kun?" Yukinoshita called me again.

"I don't believe people change. They stay the way they are." I said, with an edge on my voice.

"Why?" Yukinoshita asked, slightly irked.

"Because they are like that." I furrowed my brows at such stupid question.

"That's not an answer" she retorted at me with a glare.

Why the sudden hostility…?

Ah…

I remembered.

Our first confrontation between her and me…

Her ideals…

"Do you want an honest answer?"

"If you please."

"Are you really Yukinoshita?"

"Huh?"

"Now?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Do you show us who you really are?"

"As I aske-"

"You are not." I cut her off "No people show how they really are. How can you know if they change if you don't know how they really are?" she seemed perplexed.

She is probably thinking how foul this logic sounded.

"It's not that people don't change, is more that they evolve, without forgetting their true nature. They will be the same, and you don't have the ability to discern. In truth, your change is nothing more than just a front. A front that you use every day to face society."

"The people you see are nothing more than a lie, a well-made lie." I finished.

I said those words normally with no ill intent…

"That's grim…" Yuigahama muttered shocked.

"You said something like that when we met…" Yukinoshita in the other hand, seemed confused "Do you have any base to say that?" she said sternly.

"You just need to look around the school. If you put attention, you can see why I am right."

"That just a baseless assumption. People do change. We have come a long way since our childhood."

"If you say that we have changed since our birth, then you are misusing the word 'change 'in this context."

"What do you mean?" Yuigahama inquired, making a hard face.

"Children are empty vessels waiting to be filled with information. They learn from the environment and adopt in their brain what they see. What they see is how their parents, siblings and other kids behave in a circle of people. They see their mistakes and try to not repeat them. They then learn how to deal with people. They learn to hide their selves to fit in. The word that you are looking for is 'adaptation'."

Yuigahama looked away…

She said something like that when she was confronting Miura.

"Even so…" Yuigahama tried to article a reply.

"Then you are saying that the word 'change' doesn't exist?" Yukinoshita asked with venom.

"Don't twist my words, Yukinoshita san. I'm just saying that the word 'Change' doesn't apply to us, humans." I replied in a flat tone.

"I don't believe it." Yukinoshita said. "People can change."

"Is not like you to affirm things without showing evidence." I said with a lame tone.

"You are not showing evidence, you are just trying to use cheap psychology to convince us that you are right." she said with a cold tone, but I could see that she was having a hard time keeping her emotions in check.

"I don't need evidence because I'm not trying to prove that my viewpoint is right. I am just telling you what I think. You are the one that made this a competition"

"I don't think you are right. Your viewpoint is not the right one. If everyone thought like you, we would not be able to save people." she said with a strong tone.

Back on that, huh?

"Yet I have helped people. Yuigahama san. Zaimokuza. Totsuka-san. Your point is invalid."

Now she was visibly angry.

"I don't know why are you trying to impose your beliefs on me, but give it up, I won't budge."

"No." she stated. "I will prove that you are wrong. Your opinion is the opposite of what this club's objective is."

Wrong.

"Really?" I darkly grinned while looking at her with dull eyes. "The ideology of this club is self-improvement. We gave them the method to solve their problems but we don't intervene directly. They learn to deal with the situation according to the solution they reach. You think this is change?"

"That's-"

"Self-improvement and change are two different things, Yukinoshita san. Should I get you a dictionary?" I mocked her.

"mah mah Yukinon…" Yuigahama tried to calm Yukinoshita down, who was getting irritated.

I sighed.

"Let's just stop here. This topic isn't suited for us, who just started the road of life. We should ask for an older person's opinion on the matter."

"That would be the best!" Yuigahama clapped "Do you know someone, Hikki?"

"Hiratsuka-sensei."

"You just called her old…" she gave an awkward laugh.

Yukinoshita was still glaring daggers at me.

I don't have time for this.

I need to be in another place.

I stood up. "I'm leaving."

"Huh? But it isn't time yet?"

"I need to go to a place. It's important and I can't keep postponing it."

"I see…" Yukinoshita said absentmindedly. "Then you are dismissed." She wasn't looking at but the window when she said that.

"Thank you very much" I gave a small bow.

Yuigahama had a worried look on her face and was glancing between me and Yukinoshita.

"Don't worry, this is normal, Yuigahama-san."

"It doesn't feel like normal…" she muttered, looking down.

I grabbed my stuff and left, saying a goodbye before.

I only heard a goodbye from Yuigahama.

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The artist wrote that mail.

The mannerism of speech is the same as the one as the one written on the picture.

This question was directed at me…

This means that he knows my usual routine.

He is probably ready to ambush me…

He has all the information…

Yet…

He is playing this kind of game with me…

To show me his superiority?

…it's useless to think about this with the information I have…

Which is zero.

I am at a disadvantage.

This riddle…

Change?

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I was walking aimlessly…

Thinking…

Change…

It's nothing more than a fallacy…

So…

What was the true meaning of those questions?

He affirmed that change doesn't exist.

Then what?

Evolve…

Impulse from environment…

Different person…

Origin?

My Origin?

Or rather…

Killer Killer origin?

Is this what is it about?

What kind of mind game is this?

What does he want from me?

…does he know what happened?

If so…

This is trouble…

But for now…

Origin.

When Killer Killer appeared?

In the incident?

No…I couldn't even think straight at that moment.

…was it before?

No.

I was pretty normal.

It wasn't before that and it wasn't in the moment.

It was after all that-

While I was recovering.

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I was currently standing in front of the Chiba University Hospital.

The place where I had to stay over a year to heal physically…and 'mentally'.

The place where I realized the true about society and people.

The place where I decided to forget about the concepts of friendship and comradeship.

And most important of all that…

The place where I decided to take matters into my hands.

I entered the place, being received by the lights of the place.

There were countless of people, both doctors and nurses walking on and there.

I approached the receptionist.

She was talking on the phone, not aware of my presence. I coughed to grab her attention.

She shook by the revelation of my presence and hung up.

"Yes?" she gave me the most powerful, business smile that she could make.

"I'm looking for Otome Yanagiya-sensei…from Psychology." I asked her.

"Yanagiya san? Her office is in the Outpatient Building in BF1, in the room 004."

"Thank you very much…" I then said goodbye to the receptionist and headed to the room…

I would rather avoid going there…but it doesn't leave me any choice.

The 'artist' may have something for me in there. And…

Dealing with Yanagiya-sensei is a pain in the ass.

God damn…I just want to find him and deal with this.

By deal…I mean cutting his limbs one by one and stick them together with superglue.

This guy pisses me off…

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As I was walking to my destination, something…unpleasant came up.

"Yahallo!" Someone Unpleasant…

"…" I was making a sour face. I was probably making a face of someone who just met Excalibur.

"Hikigaya-kun, you don't need to make that face!" She giggled.

"…What are you doing here?" I asked dryly.

For Christ sakes…of all the people I could meet today.

It had to be her.

"Don't tell me that you don't remember me?" She said, cocking her head to the side while beaming a smile at me.

I would rather not knowing you at all…

"I do…unfortunately." I said, annoyed.

"That's mean!" She recoiled in pain, her voice cracking a little.

The person here and I met when…her car ran over me.

Yukinoshita Haruno…

What is she doing here?

Now of all times?

"Hikigaya-kun, do you dislike me? Could it be that you hate me? That would explain why you don't return none of my phone calls." She was pouting, a sad look on her face but I knew better.

Wait…Calls?

I took out my smartphone.

"This is why I didn't answer your so called phone calls." She tilted her head and the second later, she realized.

"You bought a new cellphone?" Someone tried to stab me and my old phone was all that I had in my hand to block…

Fly with god, my good cellphone, I won't forget you!

She tried to snatch my phone…

"What are you doing?" I asked her, bemused. Are you trying to steal my phone again?

"Should I give you my number?" She asked with an 'isn't it obvious?' face.

You are supposed to ask first before everything.

"No." Rejected.

"Come on! Is not going to hurt you or something!" She smiled again.

"…"

This woman…

What is her real aim?

There is the glint in her eyes when she is talking to me…

Like she found something alien to her understanding…

"…Why would you want it?" it's not like you would call me or something. It's pretty much useless bytes occupying space on your phone.

"Don't friends call each other?" she answered with a tilt of her head, puzzled.

"You and I aren't friends." Since when?

"We are acquaintance then." She affirmed with security.

"I only know your name. It would be the same if I overheard it when we were in a line on a supermarket or when a friends call you while I walked nearby." I deadpanned.

"Mou! Hikigaya-kun is so stubborn!" She whined, putting a finger on her cheek.

I sighed. I don't have time to waste. "I don't have time to deal with you, so here you go. Hurry." I prompted her.

"Mm! Thanks!" She was smiling at her cell phone. "Why are you here, Hikigaya-kun?" she asked me with curiosity in her tone.

"Why are you here?" I asked back.

"Uhn… I'm cursing a Bachelor of Science and this hospital was affiliated with the university I go, so they teach us stuff like that here. But never mind that!" She l "I am curious about what are you doing here?" she eyed me again.

"Secret."

"Come on, you can tell your big sis!" you are not my big sis…

Also…

"You are too close, back off."

She did the opposite…

"Come on!" Her breasts were pressed on me while she jabbed her index finger into my chest.

Don't you know the meaning of personal space?!

You are practically molesting me!

Now that I think of…maybe I could use her to my advantage.

"May as well make yourself useful for a change. Take me to the psychiatric wing, please?" I asked, without an ounce of respect.

"The psychiatric wing? What business do you have there, Hikigaya-kun?" She inquired with an analyzing look on her face.

"I'm visiting an acquaintance."

"Oh?" She said mischievously. "Is she a woman?"

"Yes." I replied, absentmindedly.

She widened her eyes and took a step back, with a thunderstruck face.

"Hikigaya Kun…is she your-"

"No. I don't have all time, Yukinoshita-san."

"Fine, Fine…"she said, dismissively. "I will take you there…by the way, you can call me Onee-san…or Haruno-chan!"

I laughed dryly. "Hahaha…then I'm counting on you, Yukinoshita san." I said with a straight face.

"Really stubborn." She muttered, impressed.

She then hugged my arm…

"W-What are you doing?" she had a playful smile on her face…

"Hm?" She was teasing me…

I sighed, tired of all this.

My arm was between her breasts…

It was a very pleasant feeling…and it smells good…

Ah…Focus!

By the glares that the males and the awed looks that women were giving us, we probably looked like a couple.

I could hear mutters like 'what a riajuu bastard' or 'how a woman like that is with a man like that?'

Go fuck yourselves. I'm a high-quality product!

"So, Hikigaya Kun, I heard that you were in a club with my sister…how is she doing?" Your sister?

You mean Yukinoshita Yukino?

"So she was your sister…" I muttered. I was right after all. That means that the possibilities of encounter this person again rises. "I think she is doing fine." I answered.

"I see…" she sounded detached. "what do you think of her?"

"Nothing."

"Eh? What do you mean by that?"

"It's not like I hate her or something…" Yeah.

I do not dislike Yukinoshita Yukino.

Even with all that…

Even with her haughty, cold, and totally hostile personality.

Her smile when she is rubbing her supposed superiority on my face.

The way she sees me as something that needs to be fixed.

I don't dislike Yukinoshita Yukino at all.

But…

She and I won't be friends.

Even if we look alike in surface…we are two different beings.

Her ideals of change are the complete opposite of mine.

Even with her cold exterior, she is just a little girl that search for someone to rely on.

She wants friends and be close with people.

Her current relationship with Yuigahama is this.

She hasn't let her in…

But it's just time.

I… was also like that.

I wanted to have friends.

I wanted to talk to them.

I wanted to play with them.

I wanted to have someone to tell him my most deeply secrets.

I wanted to confide in someone.

More than that…

I just didn't want to be alone anymore.

I hated the feeling.

…But that's history.

I found out about the truth of emotional ties.

I found the truth of Society.

I found the truth about friendship.

And when I found out…

I gave up.

I don't expect a person like that anymore.

I don't believe in things like friends.

Friendship is a word that isn't in my dictionary.

I lost faith in people.

For me, they are just people that are too scare to fight society.

They would abandon you at the slight sense of danger.

If you start thinking about society…is Ironic.

The plain and incapable people are the ones that are most free.

Exceptional individuals have it hard.

Not only because of peer pressure, bullying and everything else.

But because of the expectations that society placed upon them

They are expected to be 'flawless', 'sympathetic', etc.

But it also has a double meaning.

If you fail to those expectations…you are going to fall.

Hard.

Hayama Hayato is like that.

He can't say his own opinion because it scares him what others would say.

If they would leave him alone, if they would despise him, if they would hate him.

He is too afraid to be himself.

He is too afraid to get himself in trouble.

That's why the 'everyone' in his vocabulary...

What everyone wants.

What everyone thinks

What everyone needs

He doesn't choose sides when problems arise…

He tries to get them along…

But…

You can't solve problems like that.

You just evade them…

You just try to for them to forget about it.

More than pathetic…is just sad.

You can't save the people you want with that.

I can tell that this person latched on my arm is the same…

She can't deal with the pressure…

The person she is, is nothing more than a façade.

The cute, charming, sociable, peerless woman that she shows to me and everyone…

Is nothing more than a lie.

But she is also different from Hayama.

When I start thinking what would have been the outcome if I didn't went that day to visit my brother…

Would I have been a normal person?

Probably…

But nothing would have changed.

Even if I was 'normal'…

I would be alone.

I wasn't someone that society wanted. And because of that.

I was abandoned.

So I don't regret anything.

"But I can't get along with her." I replied, detached.

"Why is that?" She inquired.

"We are just too different. Her ideals and mine are too different."

"Mmm…" she looked at the front" I wonder how Hikigaya is…"

"Why so much interest?"

"I just think that Hikigaya-kun is different from the rest." She mused, with an impish smile.

"What do you think about her?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I think she is a cute and adorable little sister!" She exclaimed cheerfully but…I can sense something cold behind those cheerful words.

So she could be one of the reasons that Yukinoshita was like that…

It was for a second…

But…

"We are here!" She exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Yanagiya-sensei's office!"

"…I see." So she doesn't want to talk about that.

"Yukinoshita san, let go of my arm." I deadpanned.

"Eh? Oh!" she laughed a little and released my arm.

I was about to open the door.

I put my hand on my side…where I was carrying my knife.

I never, ever, go out of the house without it.

I opened the door in haste.

Was he here?

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He was not…

But he totally was here before.

Because it was a mess.

Everything.

Everything was on the floor.

Papers, pencils, flasks…

The divan was upside down.

What is it?

Was he searching?

Or was he leaving something here?

"What…What happened here?" Haruno asked, thunderstruck. I forgot about this person…

"Yukinoshita-san." I said with a commanding tone

She tensed even at hearing my voice "Call security, fast!" that's a lie.

The more you delay, the better.

I need to get rid of her.

She nodded and went to the security guard.

I was alone in the room.

Perfect.

I started looking around the room.

As I said it was a mess…there wasn't anything useful on the floor.

I walked to the desk.

I glanced at the computer…it was turned on.

It seemed that he was copying files…probably to a portable hard drive…

Why?

Does it have something to do with his preferences?

Was he researching about me?

…it's useless.

You won't find anything here…

All the archives before 2004 are archived in the basement floor of the main building.

The digitalization didn't hit until then.

Or is it that he didn't come for me…but the psychiatrist that attended me?

Some kind of Target?

If so… it would have a pattern.

He first targeted some of my targets before…

Now he was targeting my psychiatrist…

He is escalating…

It all comes to me…

If so…

Could it be that the next target…is my family?!

I don't have anyone else…

Unless…

The service Club?

Whatever it is…there is no clue for me here…

But I didn't need it.

"What is going on here!?" that yell snapped out of my thoughts.

It seems that Haruno brought the guard already.

"Ah…well…" the glare that he was giving me wasn't a pleasant one.

It looked like I was the perpetrator…wouldn't be the first time I got held because of a misunderstanding.

Night walking wasn't an exactly well-looked hobby by the police.

"Mr. Officer. When my partner here opened the door, we saw a mess. It seems that someone was stealing and we called you at the instant." Nice one, Haruno!

"I see…please stand outside the room, please." He ordered me and I did as he said.

I didn't have anything to do here and wasn't really looking forward to getting interrogated.

So I escaped in the confusion.

Leaving Haruno behind.

I am sure she can manage it.

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The office of the psychiatrist is in the basement.

The only way to get in by the door.

I called Blade/Master_Yoshi23

"It is I."

"Hey there." I replied monotonously "Do you have something for me?"

"Ah! It is you, 8!"He replied enthusiastically. "What does your person seeks from me, the seller of darkness!" How annoying…

This guy call himself the seller of Darkness and the holder of the web of secrets…

Is not entirely inaccurate.

He is a hacker that sells information…

If you ask for the info of a person, company or organization…

He will find all the dirty laundry of the subject in question.

For a price.

Kind of a broker.

Camera, computer, databases…if you were searching information, he was your guy…

How he and I met?

In a chat room.

That simple.

*Flashback*

I was 15 and was in my last year of middle school.

There was a person that I was keeping an eye on.

I was walking to school when I passed a crime scene.

There were plenty of people there.

Children, man, women, elderlies.

But…

For some reason…my mental alarm shot at the sight of this person.

This always happened since then.

Is like I could read not their faces…but what was beyond them.

The real person behind the mask…or in this case.

The animal that was caged there.

The way he looked at the corpse…was not from fear, surprise or curiosity like the others.

He had the same look…that he had when…

I shook my head.

The point is…

I could pick on that…

And watch over this person.

But I only got that far…

I needed help to observe him.

I had knowledge about computers…but only for security purpose.

It would be risky if I passed something and the police knocked on my door.

My mom is tired of bailing me out the times that the police seized me because of my habit of night walking.

It seems that my eyes are like the serial killers from movies.

I am gonna kill pops one of these days. Of all the things I had to inherit from you…

I searched on the net for an information broker…

And then…

"Greetings, mortal!" Blade/master_Yoshi23 has started a chat with to you!

"…Hey…" 8 replies to Blade/master_Yoshi23

This guy from nowhere starts a chat with me.

Why?

"What do you want from me?" I went straight to the point

"fumu, fumu…it seems that you, 8, are in some kind of quest. Allow me, the seller of darkness, aid on your quest…for a modicum price. It's not too much, only 15 doubloons of sil-"

8 logged out.

"NOOOOO! Wait, wait! Let me elaborate, please!" I could see the person behind the screen twist in agony…for some reason.

8 logged in.

"What is it?" I was getting annoyed at this person behavior…

"I-It's just that I heard you were looking for an information broker, and I happen to be one! If you associate with me, I could help you!"

"You didn't heard nothing, how did you know I was looking for someone" especially when I post anonymously and hide my IP?

"Muhahahaha!" he recovered his confidence "As a token of trust, I showed you that the master of the web of secrets can reach anyone, everywhere…as long they have computers…" he deflated on the last part.

So this person was seeking for me?

He must be a novice if he is the one looking for clients…

But he proved that he wasn't only talk…

"Email me the account where you want the money, I will create a private server. Meet me there, Blade/Master_Yoshi23. I'm hiring you." I am also new at looking for information brokers.

May as well be with someone in the same state as mine, who can't take advantage of me.

"goramu goramu! You won't regret thy choice of allying with me, the seller of Darkness! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" insert evil yet generic laugh here…

Blade/Master_Yoshi23 logged out…

The seller of darkness, huh…

Why was his nick Blade/Master, then?

*End Flashback*

"I already asked. Do you have something for me?"

"Regrettably not, my partner. This one here already hacked the cameras around Sobu High school, yet hasn't found the girl that his highness speaks of!" Decide already.

Am I your partner or someone above you?

"Drop it. I have a new task." I heard an hmm from the cell. "I need the footage of Chiba university Hospital in the last 3 days, if it's possible, of the cameras on the basement and the list of guards that are employed by the establishment."

"haha! Considered it done! This one here will complete your quest in no time." He replied, confident.

"I will put the money in the account then, as always."

He then made an exaggerated laugh and hung up.

For some reason…the familiarity in the voice resounds on my head.

Have I met him before?

I was about to put my phone in my pocket when it vibrates.

I see the remittent.

[Your Onee-san ;)]

Already regretting it.

"Why did you leave me there? You meanie (´•ω•̥`)" I didn't waste time on replying.

"I had more important things to do than being interrogated. How was it?"

"It was tedious. They were asking the same questions every time. While you went to have fun!" she seemed mad. "As you are the one at fault, you owe me ヾ( °▽° )ノ!" Wait what?

"You are the one who drove me there on you own, don't put me as I was the one at fault. You should blame your past self for helping me."

"~~You owe me~~" she ignored my message!? "Onee-san will email you when she feels bored…or lonely ~~ (・ω) ." why?

Why does it sound like an invitation?

"Call you soon." Now I can imagine her doing a seductive face.

…is not that I'm interested…I'm just a healthy teenager, so the images coming to my head are perfectly normal…wait.

Why am I explaining myself to you?

You perverts…

I already know your web history, reader.

And let me say…

You disgust me.

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I was watching the footage on my computer. The security footage from the hospital.

With max coffee and some snacks. Oh yeah, dinner for champions!

The 'artist'…

The only way to reach the office located in the basement is by elevator, with a camera and the emergency stairs, without cameras.

Then, he would need to pass a security check, with a camera too.

After that, he needed a time where there was no one around to register the office.

There is no way that he would go there without a disguise or something like that.

Probably…

If there was a guard acting suspiciously…

I decided to take a break…

"Onii chan! Is time for dinner!" the melodious voice calls me to dinner.

"Coming!" I yelled as I made my way towards the door.

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Today's dinner was: Saba Shioyaki (grilled mackerel), Nikujaga (meat and potato stew) Sunomono (cucumber salad), Miso Soup, Genmai (Brown Rice)…

Komachi sure did her best… and no tomatoes!

She was looking at me with… an emotionless face

Huh?

Was she angry?

"Good work, Komachi." I patted her head.

"Thanks onii chan." She said in a flat tone.

H-huh?

Komachi-sama, did I do something wrong to receive this kind of treatment?

We sat on the table and started eating.

In complete silence.

…Komachi was still looking at me with an indecipherable look.

…Why is my danger alarm ringing?

"…What is it?" I asked, hesitant.

"Onii chan, have you been a good boy?" She replied without looking at me.

Hah?

"What do you mean?" You're scaring me, Komachi…

"Onii chan…I saw your cell phone." She said with a shadow cast edover her eyes.

I dropped my chopsticks. I tensed immediately…

What?

No freaking way…

What…what did she saw?

I was sweating profusely and had a despaired look on my face.

"I can ex-" I was cut off by her cold, emotionless voice

"So Onii-chan" her voice reverberated through the room "DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!?" now her voice was more normal, more cheerful and had stars in her eyes-

…wat?

"…wat?" I replied dumbfounded as I was picking my heart from the floor.

Jesus Christ… I was so fucking scared right now…

"I already lost my hope on you, but when I saw the picture on your cell phone, I knew it! MIRACLES EXIST!" She yelled to the ceiling.

Aren't you a little excited, Komachi-chan?

You are creeping me the fuck off.

"What are you talking about, girl?"

"The lady in the picture, the one that had an apron! She was in your cell phone!" she was repeating word after word without stopping.

Lady?

Apron?

…Picture?

*Flashback*

Yukinoshita suddenly turned her head sideways and brushed her fingers through her hair. That motion that said she was looking for something to say but couldn't find anything. Man… the troubled face that she is making right now…

I took a snapshot with my cell phone.

"What are you doing?" She asked, with a sour face.

"For posterity." I answered seriously.

*End Flashback*

Ah…knew it would come to bite me in the ass…

"So, Onii chan! Who is she?" She asked, agitated.

"…acquaintance?" I didn't share her mood.

"Why are you asking me?"

"…club mate?"

"Stop asking me- wait. Club mate?" She litted up like a Christmas tree.

"I didn't tell you? I was beg-joined a club." I corrected the sentence.

Komachi suddenly went silent.

Her eyes widened…

And widened…

Then she grabbed a knife.

"Who are you?! What did you do to my Onii chan?!" she was on the verge of crying

"I killed him and ate him." I replied as I stuffed another piece of fish on my mouth.

"You beast!" She was approaching me, with a fearful look on her face.

"I am you Onii chan." I took a bite from the mackerel. "I joined under certain conditions."

"ahhh" she let a relieved sigh ran from her mouth "don't scare me like that, Onii chan."

*munch* "Yeah."

"So who is she?" Damn!

I expected her to drop the subject…

"Yukinoshita Yukino" I simply replied.

"…" She was expecting more if the look of expectation on her face said something.

*munch*

"That's it!?" What else do you expect me to say?

"She is the president of the club. Nothing else to say."

"Do you get along?" She asked. I frowned at her.

Why would you ask such obvious question?

"No. I think she dislikes me and I don't really care about her." I said, truthfully.

"Why did I expect something else from you?" she deflated. "What kind of club is it?"

I coughed dramatically. "Ahem, it is…the service club!" I said lamely.

"…Service?"

"Pervert." I reproached her. The minds of the younglings these days…

"I didn't say anything!" she yelled embarrassed.

"We basically give a hand at people's request…" I explained to her what the service club is about.

"Don't you hate doing those things, Onii chan?" She inquired, curious.

"I do, but it doesn't leave any choice." I don't break my promises…

Even if they are annoying or baseless…

"You changed-" Hell no.

"No. I am still the same."

Komachi looked surprised…

Then she smiled

"I guess you will stay as Gomi-chan then…"

She then turned the TV on.

The news again.

"The police have made another discovery…

A human sculpture was found in the residence of a- " I snapped my eyes wide open and turned to the TV.

Human sculpture?!

"The name of the victim…or at least one of them is Kurosaki Tomoyo, 24 years and an employee of Chiba University Hospital as a guard…"

…Guard?

I stood up from my chair and quickly ran towards my room.

"Onii chan?!"

"I have homework to do. Thank you for the food!" I yelled while I closed the door of my room.

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Kurosaki Tomoya…

He is in the list of employees given to me by Blade/Master.

He was new at the company.

He wasn't supposed to work until three days from today.

So nobody knew how he was, except for the one who interviewed him.

He killed him and took his place. Clever.

I looked in the footage for 'Kurosaki Tomoya'…

Or at least…the person that was using his uniform…

Night, 3:05.

There was a guard that passed the hallway…

20 minutes later, he comes back…

He was a tall, well-built man.

He had a beard and I could see blonde hair peeking out of the hat he was wearing.

He had sharp eyes…

"Hello there." I muttered.

Indeed.

Now I have a face to look around.

Using a video editor, I exported the frame, cut it and send it to Blade/Master.

I now need to predict his next move.

What…or who would be his next target?

I was about to turn off the computer when an email arrived.

…I don't recognize the sender.

Could be spam or a virus…but I opened anyways.

What is this?

It was the picture of a café…

It wasn't anything out of the normal.

Just…

I could recognize a familiar pink haired blob sitting at a table inside the local…

Chatting with a group of friends, their faces with smiles.

I also recognized those faces…

It was Hayama's clique.

I grabbed my hoodie and stuff.

And went out.

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I was drinking a cup of coffee on the outside.

The fresh air and the night were well received.

I was also reading the news from today.

'The police found another human sculpture in a residence. The victim…or at least one of them was Kurosaki Tomoya, a 24 years old young man that worked at the Chiba University Hospital as a security guard.'

How horrible...

Those people like that was roaming the streets.

So scary...

And I was one of them.

I smiled at the newspaper…

These are only just ads…a gallery so to speak.

To my soon to be a masterpiece.

The 'fall of Killer Killer'.

I chuckled.

I could kill him anytime.

But where is the beauty on that?

Is no different that slaughtering a pig.

The subject we were talking about is a human.

For me…

To capture his essence.

I needed to understand him.

To know his train of thought.

His emotions and how to draw them.

Everything in order to make a flawless sculpture.

"That's so funny!" My train of thought was interrupted by the loud yelling of a particular group.

"Hayato-san rocks!" there was a loud blabbermouth yelling on the inside of the café.

"Calm down…is not that important." the blonde one was trying to calm down the orange haired idiot.

"You are already being scouted to be the captain of the soccer club, man! That's is like, huge news!"

"Hayato is so amazing…" Suspired the other blonde, a young woman.

"Hayato-san the captain of the soccer club…and Tobe-san being the vice-captain…alone in the showers- UNNNNNNNNGH!" the girl with glasses sprouted a massive nosebleed.

And she seemed the quiet type…

"But that's awesome, Hayato-san!" "As expected of Hayato-san!" those two plain looking guys said with admiration.

"Congratulations, Hayato-chi!" There was the pink haired girl that was laughing.

Yuigahama Yui-san…

Nice to meet you…

Very nice…

And I would appreciate it…

If you can become another ad for my gallery.

For my art.

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I was heading to the 'Tan cafe'. What a stupid name.

The place were supposedly Yuigahama and the others were.

Why did he send me that picture?

To give me an advantage?

…you are underestimating me.

Your overconfidence will be your downfall, you idiot.

You can't be overconfident.

…I consider myself a coward.

I am afraid of getting caught.

I am afraid of going to jail

I am afraid of my family getting hurt.

Above all else…

I am afraid of dying before fulfilling my objective.

That's why I always take precautionary measures.

Hidden knives, backup plans, everything to ensure my life…

Both socially and physically.

I'm not going to lose to some smug bastard like him.

I need to review my objectives.

He is targeting Yuigahama.

The last known location is that café.

…is Yuigahama's safety a priority?

…No.

The artist has made it clear that he wants to hurt my family.

Yuigahama is just an acquaintance.

If I had to choose between her and Komachi, for example.

The choice is clear as day.

But there is also the matter of opportunity.

If I want to grab the bastard, the best time to do it would be while he is tailing Yuigahama.

He would be concentrated in his target, neglecting the attention his surroundings…

Making it easier to sneak on him.

I arrived at the café.

I looked at the outside and the inside.

"Tch!" They already left!

It hasn't been too much time, the stuff that they ate is still on the table.

Where else could they have to go?

Home?

Did they separate?

If they did…

There is no time to lose.

This is probably the only chance I will get to kill him…

Before he tries to attack my family.

If I only had her number…

Why would I have her number?

I then started running…

I was following the steps of Yuigahama.

This way you could get to the nearest station.

I hope, for her sake, that she is on the way there.

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I got to the station…with no sight of Yuigahama on the way.

Maybe she was already taken…or she is boarding the train.

There is no loss in checking the station.

I was walking down the stairs…

There was a lot of people here…

There were corporate slaves, high and middle schools boys and girls and normal people going home.

Thanks to one of my 108 abilities "Keen observation". (in the future, it could ascend to x-ray vision if I trained enough…I think.) I spotted a pink haired blob with big breasts and uniform getting on the train.

I followed shortly.

I now was currently moving between the flows of people.

He must be around here somewhere.

It was then when something crashed into me.

"I am sorry…wait, Hikki?!" Dammit woman, I'm in a stealth mission, keep it quiet.

"…hello there." I greet the sight of my classmate, Yuigahama Yui.

"What are you doing here, Hikki?"

"Eating fried chicken." I note that she is close. Too close to my comfort.

"That's what you had to do?!" She replied, with a thunderstruck face.

Keep it down, dammit.

"No. but I ate after doing my errands." I answered while looking at the people surrounding us.

"I see…"

"Shouldn't you be in your home already?" I asked.

"Uh? Isn't like too early?" She replied as if it was obvious.

"So this is the sense of time for bitches…" I muttered, impressed.

"I am not a bitch! I'm still a virg-!" she then let a yelp. "Ah no, forget it!" She waved her hands in denial. Or at least tried to.

"I was joking." I was searching for any person that was holding too much interest in our conversation.

It was then when I noticed…

That I was feeling a pleasant sensation on my chest…

I looked down…and saw a blushing mess.

Yuigahama was sticking to me like glue.

I could smell the shampoo in her hair and her assets were pressing on my chest. She was looking at the side, with a light blush on her face. I was looking at the ceiling.

What an interesting choice of painting…

This is the second time I am molested today…

"Hikki! You are too close…" she muttered, embarrassed.

"I can't do anything, it's too crowded." I replied indifferently.

If I was a 'normal' boy, I would, too, be a blushing mess, but I understand that this is just accidental physical contact…

But I am also a healthy young man with healthy desires…

I banished the perverted thoughts of my mind.

"Can you do anything?" she pleaded.

I raised my hand in denial "just endure it-" it was then when the train made a rough movement…

It shook the people inside…

"awa…" No…

Oh god why?

I felt something soft in my hand…

I couldn't move my hand because of the person behind me and Yuigahama couldn't move away either…

"Hikki…don't…" stop moaning Yuigahama…

Now it's not the time for ecchi at all, damn it!

I had a serial killer to butcher. And talking about the subject…

I was looking frantic to my sides…

Was he here?

If so, Where?

Come on, come out to play…

… It was then when I saw.

The same predatory look that all killers that I murdered had.

He had black hair and shaved…so he changed his appearance.

He was using your typical business suit that was etiquette on corporate slaves.

I assume to blend without being given a second glance.

I unconsciously tightened the grip on my hands…or at least one hand…

The other…

"Mnnh!" Yuigahama moaned, again.

I forgot that I had a breast in my other hand.

Interesting. Is like I'm grabbing pudding. I can feel how my fingers sink on her mounds of flesh. It was overall, a pleasant feeli-

Wow, I just sounded like one of those harem bastards…

"Hikki! What are you doing?!" she whispered to me with a breathy voice.

"Sorry…" I said absentmindedly.

I was focusing my attention on my target…

He was smiling at me…and waved his hand

I smirked at him.

That hand will be the first thing I will cut.

"Hikki is molesting me again…" What the hell are you talking about, woman?

I haven't molested you…

I sighed…and cursed the god of romantic comedies to oblivion.

Why do they have to pester me in this kind of moments?

I hope this doesn't become a thing.

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I was about to follow pursuit…only to notice that he disappeared.

I frustrated his move…yet I don't feel at easy.

What is this sense of foreboding…?

It's no use to think…for now…

I had another problem to solve…

"Seriously, you are, like, so gross, pervert, die!" there was a flustered Yuigahama throwing insults at me…

You saw it was an accident, yet you still insult me…

"Calm down…" I said tiredly.

"How could you do something like that?!" She yelled while covering her chest.

More than angry, she was embarrassed…

How cute…ugh not now…

"I already said that I am sorry. I don't know what else you want from me…"

"hmph!" She puffed her cheeks and looked away.

"Anyway, which way is your house?" I asked her.

"Huh?" she said with a displeased look.

"What's with that look?" I tched. "I am escorting you home." if there is the possibility that he comes to end the job…

"Hah?" now she was confused "oh…there is no need to worry-" she said with a small smile on her face

"It's already late and is dangerous to go alone." Also, this could be an opportunity.

If he was targeting the club members…

Yukinoshita was out of his list. She lives in an apartment complex with strong security and vigilance, and always take cab or a limousine drives her home.

If I make the police patrol Yuigahama's neighborhood, she will also be out.

Then the only target available would be…

Hiratsuka-sensei.

I ,now, know who he will strike next.

I could devise a plan to counter him.

And then…

There is no more artist…

No more bastard screwing with my life.

There is also the girl…but that is for another time…

"No, I mean, it's okay…" she said troubled. "You don't have to worry."

"I am not asking you, woman. Lead the way." I said in a forceful tone.

"…uhn…." She whimpered.

She almost looked like a dog that was admonished.

She was fidgeting with her fingers.

She looked at my way and I heard her mutter 'Could this be a chance?'

A chance for what?

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The walk with Yuigahama was awkward.

She kept glancing at me and yelped when I make eye contact with her.

It seems that she was nervous.

I paid her no mind.

We then reached the apartment complex where she lives.

She thanked me and we exchanged goodbyes.

I could feel that she was looking at my retreating figure.

I waved at her without turning.

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I arrived at home.

"I'm home." I muttered.

Today my parents were camping at the office, so they won't be here tonight.

Komachi must be sleeping.

I turned the lights on and went to the fridge to get a can of max coffee

That's right, I re-supplied my stash!

I was going to watch some TV when I noticed that the phone on the table had a message.

"Could it be a message from the boss?" Mom's or Dad's?

I pressed the button and sat on the sofa.

*click*

"Hello there, Hikigaya Hachiman. I am the Artist, or if you prefer, you can call me by my name, Sanada Yuichi. If you value the life of your little sister, Hikigaya Komachi, come to the direction that is on your phone. Alone. Meeting you soon."

*click*

WHAT?

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In an abandoned building was a certain someone.

Sanada Yuichi.

Was preparing to the meeting with Killer Killer.

He put on a fine suit and prepared a dinner.

He was going to meet his soon to be a masterpiece.

He was about to meet him in person…

He then closed the door that leads to an empty room…

If you didn't count the unconscious and tied up body of Komachi.

"Today is the day…" he muttered, enthusiastically…


What a cunt. Review it and tell how much of a cunt he is.