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Chapter 2- A Secret Revealed

I spent a lot of time cooped up in my room ever since my dog died. I remembered staring outside my window, waiting for a miracle that she would show up alive and well; ready for me to come out and play with her. At night, I would often cry myself to sleep; missing her dearly.

After a few days, I finally came to terms that she was never coming back.

Mother and Father were away on business so I was left in the care of the servants who, most of the time, left me alone as well. They didn't seem to care how I was doing which sort of bothered me a lot. I felt like they had hated me for some reason. I desperately wanted to know why.

Fortunately, as my good luck would have it, the answer was given to me in the form of nightly gossip!

One night, when I was coming down to get myself a glass of water; I overheard two female servants in the kitchen talking about me. I decided to listen in, curious as to know what they were saying.

"He's really sulking over that dog," one of our younger servants whispered. "Can't he just get himself a new one with the money his parents have."

The other one nodded but then sighed in relief. "If you ask me I'm glad that dog died. I hope he doesn't get a new one. He's been in such a negative mood lately. It's a good thing too. We can finally have a break and feel relaxed for once. "

I blinked in confusion. That was an odd thing to say.

The young servant didn't understand what she meant as well.

"But honestly though," the older one spoke again. "I'm actually surprised that dog managed to survive almost two years being near that child. It's longer than anyone else who's been around him!"

"Huh? Young Master Nagito?" The woman looked as perplexed as I was. What did she mean by that? "Isn't he just some spoiled little rich kid?"

The older servant shook her head.

"You don't really know about it since you've only been working with us for a few days but there's something wrong with that child."

"What do mean?" The younger questioned; completely hooked.

"You might not believe what an old woman like me says but I, and so does everyone whose worked here long enough, know that that boy was born cursed!"

You could imagine how ridiculous she sounded. However as a child, the word really got to me. Wasn't "cursed" meaning it had something to do with spirits, ancient legends, and all that scary stuff? Now that I'm older, I find that really funny. If I ever got the chance to see to her before, I would have laughed at her. I wasn't cursed. I'm just lucky!

Oh, I'm sorry! Anyways. . .

"Cursed?!" The young servant said unable to fully process the funny revelation. The older servant continued, determined to finish her story.

"Ever since Young Master Nagito was born, every nanny that was in charge of taking care of him was injured in some way. They never lasted for 5 months before some terrible accident would occur. I have heard from one of the new servants from last year tell me that she had almost fell off the stairs after deciding to stop in the middle of her duties and play with the child. She PLAYED with him! She told me he looked so sad that she wanted to cheer him up. And that's another thing! It's only when something really good happens to him that horrible things occur."

That last sentence made her shiver in disgust.

"Anyways, I did warn her not to let him get attached to her but she didn't listen. She told me she was just careless going down those stairs and that I was just being silly. Even calling me crazy! Well she learned her lesson when she got into a fatal car accident. We told the Young Master that she quit but that's not true. She's still in the hospital. The poor girl's practically a vegetable now."

I recalled that very same woman. She was really nice to me. She said we could be friends. But she only lasted for a week when I heard she "quit". I thought she just lied to me. I didn't know she actually got hurt. As I listened to the conversation, I started to feel a pain in my chest.

The servant looked down in shame. "She was so foolish . . . so naive. She truly believed he was a sweet little angel when he was the exact opposite. He's the devil's child!"

The other woman had a surprised expression on her face. She continued to stay unconvinced.

"I- I think you're blowing this way out of proportions," she stammered, trying to rationalize her senior co-worker. "Couldn't that have been just a coincidence? I mean, what about the Master and Mistress? They're fine."

The old woman scoffed and shook her index finger at her. "Why do you think they never take him anywhere? Never involve him in any of their activities? It's because even they know they're not safe around their own child. The Mistress almost died from blood loss when she gave birth to him! It's frightening how lucky that boy is; to not even get hurt by any of the horrible things he puts himself or others in. It's us who have to suffer from that monster!"

The young servant took a moment to ponder what she had said.

"Does the young master know about this?"

"No," she replied shaking her head. "He's completely unaware of the tragedies he has caused. He believes that dog of his died from an unfortunate accident when in reality he might as well have just killed the poor thing with his own bare hands."

My lips formed into a tight line; trying to keep my anger bottled up.

"That's a horrid thing to say!"

"But it's the truth. I'm just glad to have lived this many years working here but that's because I make sure I stay clear away from him. You should do the same."

I heard enough. I left feeling sick to my stomach.

Without making a sound, I went back up to my room closing the door quietly behind me. I stood there in the dark for what it felt like hours. I was shocked; angry. Was that why my parents and the servants kept their distance from me? Was that why my only friend in the world died in such a terrible manner? Was it true that my very existence had hurt and even killed the people around me?

Was I really cursed?

No. . . No, that can't be right. It's just as what that other servant said. It was just a bunch of coincidences! Nothing but coincidences!

I slowly slid down with my back against the door; my knees pulled up to my chest. I shook my head in denial.

The servants were just paranoid from overworking themselves. My parents weren't around because they were busy and they were perfectly fine being with me. Those nannies were just very clumsy when they took care of me. That nice girl and my dog died because of stupid people on the road and not because of me. All of those things were not my fault! Just coincidences! That's what I had told to myself.

But. . . even still. At the same time, I knew that what that lady said made so much sense.

It made sense why the servants looked down on me with such fear and hatred. Why, growing up, I couldn't recall a single nanny's face because they had left before I got the chance to get attached to them. Why Mother and Father always made excuses as to why I couldn't join them in anything they were doing.

No matter how much I denied and denied it, there was this feeling that was nagging me to believe that it was the truth. I hated myself for thinking that.

Well, there was one thing she said I couldn't comprehend though.

"It's only when something really good happens to him that horrible things occur."

I decided to shake it off. It was just too much.

I went back to bed shortly after.

Somehow, even when I didn't believe that servant's lies, I felt relieved to have found out their secret about me. Strange right? As I lay in bed, I figured that's what I had wanted in the first place. The truth.

At least now I knew what they were thinking all those years and that honestly made me happy!

So, for the first time since my dog's death, I slept soundly that night.

Time for some replying~

Codebreakeryuuki- Thanks, I'm glad you're liking this so far. Komaeda is one of the most intelligent and complex, grey characters in the series which is why I love him so much! He definitely deserves some hugs I must say(especially for want I have planned later on *nudge "certain spoilers" nudge*)

The Gone Angel- I hope my fic can be helpful in any way for your story and I would love to read it in the future. I know how you feel. I'm constantly fearing of somehow screwing this series up xD

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