"Arrghh! Fuck me backwards! Oi! Translator, what the fuck is wrong with this little motherfucker! The ojousama of the Shirasaki family is dead and I can't even get a speck of dust on this bastard!"
He scuffled through his hair as he looked at the calmly sleeping Kuma.
"Arrgh! Fuck me! What am I gonna do!"
"I don't swing that way..."
A crackling sepulchral voice sounded in his head.
"Oh, Yuki! I need to confess my love before they behead me!"
The door opened and slammed into the adjoining wall with force.
"Detective. Calm down. At this rate, I will be sent off to heaven with you. Calm down."
The Detective sat down in his chair and twirled his mustache in a nervous fit.
A tall lanky man lifted the sleeping kid and made him sit on the floor, back against the wall.
He then brushed aside the long hair covering his face and sat down opposite the Detective.
"Man, you have a plan."
"My name is Yotei and I have a plan."
A long thin smile streaked across his face.
"Translator, tell me!"
Disgust flashed in his eyes.
"Yotei, my name is Yotei!"
"Yotei-kun, tell me!"
"We take the initiative. The active route. The path that is affirmative to be safe."
"Affirmative to safety, you say."
"Yes!"
He suddenly stood up!
"We tell the Shirasaki that we have found clues about how their little princess was abused by them which in turn drove her to suicide!"
The Detective also stood up in excitement.
"The evidence is simple. We tell them that the kid testified. We need to move him to a different town where the Shirasaki does not have influence!"
"I told you. Yotei has a plan."
"We will tell them they cannot meet the kid cause he is in protective custody!"
"You have caught on, my dear detective."
"We move to a different city and then put the kid on a lie detector. Then we will push the blame on him!"
"The kouhai has become the senpai. Let us get to work!"
They grabbed their coats and left the room and Kuma. Later on, when the effects of the drug wore off, Kuma dragged himself home, completely dejected by the day's proceedings.
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Next day.
Kuma munched on a toast as he walked to school.
'Why did the Detective vanish after I fell asleep. Rather, why did I fall asleep? Why can I not remember much of the interrogation?'
As many questions remained unanswered, another big question mark appeared in his head when the school gates came into plain view.
'I did not do that, did I?'
His face twisted, relaxed, and contorted as he looked at the two mutilated bodies dangling mid-air.
'The mustached guy should be that detective but who is the lanky one.'
Munch munch. Chew. Gulp.
'Is that blood? Who is Shirasaki?'
"Get in! What are you dawdling about for kid?!"
'Loud...'
Kuma walked past the graffiti on the floor, beneath the dangling legs in the summer breeze, into the school.
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'Wait. I was suspended yesterday, so why did I come back to school! What a rookie mistake!'
"Why is that piece of shit here?"
"Was he not suspended?"
"Let's ask the class representative."
"Yes! Let's go!"
"Hey, hey, do you think he likes us?"
"Why do you say so?"
"He gave me that look."
The girl pouted a bit.
"Heh, he gave me that look as well!"
Kuma had been forgotten.
'What a joke these girls are!'
"Aaaaah!"
A piercing scream came from outside. It was not a one-off event. The high pitched noises of surprise continued spread throughout the school building like the infectious flu.