11th Chapter

My day today is like no other day. Once again, I got a sermon from my nagging History teacher. It seems like he doesn't know when to give up, he just won't get off my case. It's already clear that I am not willing to do what he wants me to do. Because of that, he gave me a slip to detention.

Like hell, I'm going there. I've already seen the man who operates there with my own eyes. Besides, it's not like I have any plans to go there in the first place. After what I felt from how he eyed me, it just reinforced my refusal to not go in there.

As I was about to throw the offending pink slip in my hand to where it belonged, a hand stopped me from doing it.

"My... isn't this a slip for a detention?"

That voice behind me sent a chilling and disgusting sensation to my body. I don't want to turn my body and face the owner of that voice however, as if my body was controlled, I looked at him. The moment I faced him, the fear boiling inside of me intensified. I can feel the hair on my body stand up. He may look like a gentle man, but his eyes, it contrasts the gentle demeanor he's been showing.

"It's a bad thing to throw this away without my sign." he said with a very unsettling smile.

I steeled myself and glared at him despite of the fear I'm feeling. "Let go of me." I said.

He cocked his head to the side, "Aren't you Mr. Nagito's most intelligent student? Didn't know that you're 'that' deviant he was talking about."

"Uhm. Yeah. Whatever." I shot him a glare, "Can you please let go of my hand now?"

"I can't, not without that detention slip unsigned."

I clicked my tongue in displease and handed him the stupid pink slip, "Then sign this stupid thing so I can go!"

He frowned at me, "I'm afraid that doesn't how things work at all my dear. Now come along."

My heart started to panic and beat wildly when he dragged me by my wrist. "No! Let me go!"

"Hey there buddy. The girl said stop right?"

I know that voice. What's he doing here?

Much to my surprise, the man that is so eager to drag me all the way to Detention stopped when he heard Mugen. He turned around and looked at Mugen straight into his eyes.

The way he looked at Mugen was incredibly scary, way scarier than before but on a whole different level. It's so hard to explain what I felt.

I looked back and forth between the two men. As the two of them glare at each other, I can feel the eyepatched man tighten his hold on my hand. It was so tight that I can feel the coldness of his hand burning through my skin.

Though the man holding me is trying to hide it, I still saw it. It was the look of someone who knew Mugen for a long time and wanted to kill him since then. The way they looked at each other made me cringe in fear.

I was studying his face more to see more of his emerging emotions. Before I knew it, Mugen has pulled me away from the creepy guidance counselor's clutches. He looked so relaxed and rather laidback despite the pierce murderous gaze he was receiving.

They didn't utter any words, instead, it's their eyes are the ones that are doing are talking. Silent noises and words that only they could comprehend as if they were engaged in a telepathic warfare, where the winner is unknown to me.

None of them dared to break eye contact. I can see the man with an eye patch's eye twitch with irritation and glared at Mugen, much more intense than before, his agitation evident. However, Mugen was different. Just like how he started, he just stared at the man in front of him with a mocking blank expression but is close to glaring.

It felt like forever. If someone sees us here, they'll think of calling the police even before the inevitable happens. I mean, if looks could kill, these two can be branded as serial killers.

The one who first broke eye contact was the man with an eye patch because of a beautiful woman that called out to him. She really caught my attention just as much as the two men. He looked at her then looked at me again. That's that heated gaze again, boring his eyes into my soul. I clutched on Mugen's arm out of fear, silently asking for his protection. He immediately hid me behind his back. After few seconds, the man in front of us left without saying any word along with that woman. He didn't stop nor look back. He went away like the wind like how he appeared earlier.

That woman. She actually looked familiar.

After making sure that the creepy man is completely gone, I let out a sigh. For being in an open space and surrounded by trees, sure made me deprived of air and suffocated me. That was one heavy atmosphere. Never I have imagined being caught in that kind of situation. Now that one is over, I should thank Mugen for being a kind person once in a while.

"H-hey... Th- where did he go?"

I looked around only to find that he already walked ahead without me. So much for me thinking that he really is being kind to me. I retract my statement. He's still a jerk, no matter what's the situation. And here I thought that he's like a chevalier or something.

Dragging my feet, I ran to his side and managed to catch up with him.

Our walk on the way home was something... unnatural. Though I'm just beside him, he never spewed any insults like he always does. He never glanced my way and just looked straight at the path he's walking on. I know how much he values his personal space when he's drunk and drowned with booze. He doesn't want anyone near him (except Jin). But here I am, just inches away from him. He's acting strange. I tried to call out to him, but he just flatly ignored me as if he's just walking by himself.

I can't believe it... Is he... giving me the cold shoulders?

What could I possibly have done for him to ignore me at this kind of fashion? I have done nothing and if memory serves, it was the other way around. He was the one who sexually harassed me the other day, well, about to. The nerve of his. He didn't even apologize about it. But then again. I acted as if it didn't really matter to me, which is true. He just flopped on top of me like a wet noodle that time. If I do complain about it, who knows how Jin will react? Do I really have to do it just to find that out?

Fine, if this bozo doesn't want to talk to me, then I won't either. Why do I even want him to talk to him? Everything that comes out of his dirty mouth are trashy insults about my femininity and my breast. Seriously, why would I indulge the idea of making him talk to me? I'm not a masochist.

That aside. The way they look at each other never disappears in my mind. That man... he was very scary. I've never been that scared before. It was the first in my life to feel that kind of intense fear in my heart. That kind of feeling never occurred to me, even when that now one-armed man was so hellbent to send me to heaven.

I tried to picture the man's expression in my mind again. I just happen to remember that his name was Mr. Umanosuke.

Mr. Umanosuke, the man feared by both mischievous and deviant girls in school. They said he was a creep that can make you feel uncomfortable and weird just from his gaze. Despite the horrible claims against him, there are some girls who said that he wasn't that bad and is actually kind and gentle, contradictory to the girls that have encountered him firsthand. It's either they have wool over their eyes or that man wasn't interested in them.

His gentle expression was the one to blame. I got to admit, contradictory to what he really is, his gentleness was genuine. However, even if he had that kind of expression earlier, his eyes were empty, devoid of emotions as he looked at me. I couldn't tell what sort of emotion he has while looking at me. But the moment he saw Mugen, his eyes flickered, full of life. Countless emotions filled his once-devoid eyes.

Rage. Hatred. Sorrow. Frustration.

PAIN. So much pain.

What could've Mugen done to Mr. Umanosuke for him to feel those kinds of emotions once at a time? Considering how I've known, probably not good. Maybe Mugen mugged him or something? Highly impossible base on how that creep reacted. Sure Mugen is an asshole and likes to get into fights and he's so bad, but he's not that bad to do something worse than robbing Ms. Umanosuke, right? Actually, I know that he can stomach killing someone. So far, he had no remorse nor wasn't afraid he did actually kill whoever stand in his way. Based on my own knowledge, he almost killed two people ever since I met him. First was one of the men who wanted to mug my valuables and my life, and second was that who attacked me days prior.

It was kind of weird. Somehow, I got a vibe that Mugen doesn't know the man at all or he's just dicking with him like he always does to every person he came cross paths. Typical.

"Walk faster will yah?!"

I was so focused on my own thoughts to notice that Mugen has walked farther away from me and I was lagging behind. Even from this distance, I can see how irritated he is.

Moron. Why didn't he just keep walking if he was going to complain about my walking pace? I think I know why. The wild-haired baboon can't go into my house without my keys. It's not like he can break the lock on my door, Jin will be furious. On second thought, is he even afraid of Jin? That, I don't know.

I don't know. I can't decide if he's predictable or not. There are times that he's thin as a parchment paper and times when he's thick as a rim of bond paper, like now.

I let out a sigh. I give up, it's not like it really matters anyway. Even if I did manage to figure this dickhead out, nothing will change. He will still be a dick to me.

When we got home, Mugen stopped walking, causing me to stop too. I peeked at him on his shoulder to scold him but he had a sour expression on his face, looking directly at my home's door. I followed his line of sight and saw a very horrible sight. The door's full of paper pinned with a small deadly knife.

Holy shit...