'so this is the target'
i keep my calm and help the kid.
i stand up and was about to walk away but something tug my shirt
"are...are you our new music teacher?" he ask, i can see sparkles in his eye
i nod, "yes, but i will start tommorow" i say kindly
"can you teach me now!...please?" i can hear the excitement in his eye
he oddly remind me of myself when i was younger, talking and pleading to my aunt to teach me
i cant hold the small smile that tug itself into my lip, i feel my heart being contain by familiarity.
"if you insist" i say. i let my tone be soft and my guard down
i can see his body litterly shake in happiness as i said that
"follow me!!" he say pulling me
***
"no. you have to press it like this" i say moving his finger tip gently and putting it right
"you need to press it on the tip of your finger, now try playing it" he nods and wave his hand on the strings
the sound that came out finnally sound right, he smiles proudly if himself "try playing this" i say playing 'twinkle twinkle little star' with my guitar
he nods again and try to copy me, sound better than the last time
"you should practice until you can play it right multiple time, than we can practice on a new song" i say, repeating what my aunt told me
"okay mr.fujita!" i look at the sky. we are in the school music class and its already 5 pm
the cold air mix with the unperfect tune makes my mind wonder, remembering the time i practice with auntie
i saw her face on an old house–her house.
she is a humble lady always saving her money, her house was cranky and she never have the idea to 'fix' it
i was running away from mother.
she have another fight with father, yelling about something i cant remember. next thing i know i was in aunt itoshi house
we practice 'twinkle twinkle little star' togheter, i was facinated by the song because i never heard it
that day i found out it was not normal not to knoq such a common lullaby. she looks at me with pity eye but continue to teach me
"mr.fujitaaa!" i flinch 'fujita? who?' i question looking around
'oh yeah im fujita' i look at itoshi
"yes?" i ask
"well its already pass 5 pm so i got to go" he say following my gaze looking at the sky
"oh, okay be carefull" i say smiling, a genuine smile. he smiles back and left
i stare at the close door and look at the guitar im holding
'yamikumo....why does she call me yamikumo...' i clutch it tightly, i want to know.
i feel something vibrate in my pocket and pick it up, it was a flip phone?
i eye it curiously. its not my phone
yet i answer it
"hey ito-chan~!" daisuke say in the other line
"this phone is for all seeing member only! so make sure to not lost it okay? aanyway! hows the mission! have you gain how trust yet?" he ask
"i dont know. maybe?" i answer
"welp its not my buissness! anywho boss say to come back, you need to report today progress" he cut the line
i sigh 'atleast say goodbye. jerk' i exited the building but getting lost in the way
***
itoshi walk home with a happy grin spread on his face.
he is crearly happy that the new music teacher isnt some asshole like the other
but sadly its a temporarily teacher
yet he still smile as today he get to meet and learn something from him.
itoshi didnt notice but he accidently bump into someone
"im so so so sorry!!" itoshi stutters bowing multiple time.
"k" a rusty voice answer.
itoshi quickly turn his heals away, not noticing the other stare was on his back
the other than walk away after seeing itoshi was out if his sight and pulled a phone out that was on the whole time
"captain, found the target. what do you want me to do?"
"....just spy on him" the other line spoke
"okay captain." he close his phone
***
i enter the office knowing im late
"sorry for being late um...i...got lost" i admit with a red face
'this is... so embarresing!!' i thought
"its fine, so hows today hm?" boss ask
"well, i think the he began to trust me. he seem very.. excited when i decided to teach him...even tho i start tommorow"
'and he really remind me of myself' i think to myself
"thats great, do you pick up any suspicious behaviour?"
"no. i dont think so," i answer simply
"well, thats great. make sure to rest" boss say dismissing me
i nod with a "mhm" before closing tbe office door.
i let out a big groan, im really exhausted.
i lazily walk to the door but i step on something.
i look to the ground and saw a...note?
i pick curiously.
'it must be the wind' i think looking at a open window
i observe the cripling paper, it looks old and the paper looks like a school note. the writing stlye look like the founding father
i began to read it
'sorry ——. i cant go with you, i have to meet up with ym–san, im very sorry. but to make it up to you i can buy you udon
your dear isa'
i widen my eyes 'ym? that could mean yamikumo!'
'but..what if its not? but there is a chance'
i clutch the paper
'i need to know who's note is this, who's isa is. i suspiciously look at the scribble.
why did they scribble it? is it the person note? no.
'it must be the person that they were passing this note onto' that explain the school note like.
'maybe than i know why aunt call me yamikumo'
i gulp and shove the paper into my waist bag.
i go to my room with a new found goal