she was powerful, not because she wasn't scared but because she went on so strongly despite the fear.
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I messed up
The headache felt like someone was constantly banging a drum inside my head, while a fever added to the misery, making me feel like I was burning up from the inside out. My whole body ached, and even the slightest movement sent waves of discomfort rippling through me. It was as if my head was trapped in a vice, with every throb sending sharp jolts of pain shooting through my skull. All I could do was stand still, hoping for some relief from the relentless agony .I somehow manage to arrive home .Entering lift, I dial my floor. Since no one was in the elevator, I leaned against the wall to rest my head.
It would've been better if my brother was here. But He was only in school for half the day today. I didn't tell Ayaka and Nozomi about my fever either since they would've insisted on helping me. But honestly, I don't like getting help. It makes me feel like I'm not good enough and too reliant on others.
And I'm worried about my mom's reaction. She called to ask if she should come and pick me up, but I said no, thinking I would be okay. But now I'm not okay, and I'm worried about how she'll react when she realizes my health has gotten worse.
I walked to my room, opening the door... it was unlocked. I entered, thinking about how to respond to mom's question, but as I stepped in, I noticed. This is not my home. The wallpaper, stuff, decoration, and everything was different. This... not again. A feeling of confusion and unease washed over me, leaving me feeling disoriented and unsettled.
This is the second time I've found myself in the wrong place. Please, not now, not when I'm in this state. As I pondered the situation, a sense of déjà vu washed over me, sending shivers down my spine.
With my head pounding and my body feeling weak, I relied solely on instinct, rushing to find refuge in the nearest room. Closing the door behind me, I pressed my back against it,
listening intently to the approaching footsteps. Each sound seemed amplified in my ears, heightening my anxiety and confusion
I promise my IQ goes to negative whenever I am in either my period or fever and when both assault you at same time , mashallah
"So, you are thinking about assaulting that girl, to trigger Toman ?"
I was shocked, realizing I had stumbled upon something far more serious than a mere game of hide and seek. "Yes, we are, precisely you — hanma" another voice replied, "Use Mobius members as much as you want. scapegoate osani , If needed Make sure the matter reaches its pinnacle. " He stop and continue, this time with more sinister tone Make sure it reaches Mikey's ears."
"Yes, Kisaki ," the response came.
I gulped, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it in my ears. Fear gripped my thoughts as I realized the gravity of the situation.
Mikey, the president of Toman, flashed through my mind as I pondered the gravity of the situation. Was this some sort of scheme against him? The thought sent shivers down my spine as I contemplated the dangerous implications of what I had overheard.
Mobius , recent uproaring gang, With the way ,That kisaki was talking and his bearing it like he is the leader _ But from information ,I collected leader of mobius isn't boy name kisakiI but NOBUTAKA OSANI
Don't tell me that osani name is just alias
no! he just use use Osani as scapegoat , why would he say about himself
Then , I narrow my eyes_ MASTERMIND
The person behind dark curtain,
brain of game
My eyes, which had been fixed on the door with suspicion for a moment, then scanned the room.,
The walls were adorned with papers and a massive board, covered with various photos of people. About 20 or 25 faces stared back at me, including one I recognized: Horikita, the sister of Yuna. Some of the photos were circled in red marker, and lines were drawn between them, creating a web of connections. A map of Tokyo hung nearby, adorned with markings and notes. The atmosphere was tense, and my heart raced as I tried to make sense of the cryptic scene before me and information I analyze from conversation.
My thoughts raced as to why Horikita's photo was there, but I didn't need to ponder for long as those people provided the answer for me.
"What was the girl's name?" one of them asked.
"Hiroto Horikita," came the reply.
My racing heart, which had been pounding relentlessly, suddenly calmed down. The fever and body pains seemed to vanish into thin air as I felt a coolness wash over me. My mind, which had momentarily stopped working, sprung back to life. The dangerous situation I was in became oddly calm as I started connecting the dots between Toman, Mikey, Horikita, and the potential assault. It was as if my brain had become a supercomputer, capable of answering any question thrown its way.
they both seem to talking about something but it was very low volume to make sense
I carefully took out my phone, lowering its volume and turning off both the flashlight and sound. With stealth, I began capturing photos of the board, listening intently for any footsteps that might signal their approach. Time was of the essence, so I focused on capturing images of the central portion of the board where I had seen Horikita's picture. Important details are often found at the center, or so I hoped.
As I glanced toward the window, I made the decision to approach it slowly, ensuring that my footsteps made no noise. I knew I had to act swiftly, so without hesitation, I made my way to the window, preparing myself for the jump to the floor below.
Looking out, I noticed familiar sights: my outdoor AC unit half out, and my telescope standing in the corner of the balcony. It dawned on me that I was in room number 203, just above my own room, 103. The headache must have clouded my judgment, leading me to enter the wrong floor number in the elevator.
It was getting late afternoon, so not many people were outside. Since our apartment complex was quiet and away from busy streets, there weren't many people around. Right now, I couldn't see anyone outside.
I put my leg out onto the window sill and saw my window AC unit partially sticking out. If I could just step onto it, the balcony below would be within reach, and I could get to my room. But it wasn't that easy. Even though my mind and heart felt calm, my soul was trembling with fear. I've always been scared of heights, and just looking down made my head ache even more. With my body burning up from fever and feeling weak,
And even when healthy, I always lagged behind in races
Right now ,i am in pain, period , fever and most important lack of time
THUD!
My hands collided with something, and it fell with a loud crash.
"Did I hear a sound?" Hanma's voice echoed in the room. "Aww! Kisaki, I don't think you're the type to have a pet."
"No, I don't have a pet," Kisaki replied with a frown, his gaze fixed on the source of the noise.
My heart raced as I prepared to jump onto the outside part of the window AC unit. It was a do-or-die situation, facing my fear head-on or risking getting caught and beaten to death.
Every breath felt heavy with suspense, and fear crawled beneath my skin, amplifying my anxiety over my foolish mistake.
I leaped onto the outside of the window AC unit.
TAP!
The landing created a loud tap.
As kisaki looked back at the master room where the noise originated, Kisaki dashed towards it, followed closely by the tall boy, Hanma. Hanma seemed surprised by his companion's swift action, but he had a suspicion. The sound had come from the master room, and since Kisaki and Hanma had only been gone for a few seconds and hadn't locked the door, someone could have entered in the meantime.
"If so, I can see even more fun scenes," Hanma thought to himself.
As they entered the room, they found everything in its place except for a fallen study lamp near the window and a slightly open window.
"Oh! It was only the lamp," Hanma said, disappointed that it wasn't something more exciting.
Kisaki, however, wore a dark expression as he walked towards the window and peered down. But there was nothing to be seen.
"Do you think someone was here and jumped from the window?" Hanma asked, looking outside carefully, his height giving him an advantage.
"If not, Kisaki wouldn't have such a dark face," hanma mused silently. The kisaki does act paranoid sometimes, but most of the time, that paranoia of his turns out to be true.
"Someone was here," Kisaki declared, his tone certain, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of intruders.
"Are you sure?" Hanma questioned, his brow furrowed in curiosity. Wondering why Kisaki was so certain, Hanma couldn't help but feel intrigued. After all, if it's true, their mundane lives might just get a splash of excitement.
"If not, how would you explain those two sounds?" Kisaki countered, his gaze steady, his suspicion unwavering.
"It could be a cat too," Hanma suggested with a shrug, trying to inject a bit of humor into the tense situation.
"At the 2nd floor?" Kisaki raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"Those furballs are uncannily clever," Hanma remarked, chuckling softly and nonchalantly putting his hands behind his neck.
"What about the window? It can't be opened from the outside, and I have a good memory. I remember it was closed before we left," Kisaki pointed out, gesturing towards the window. "Someone must have entered in the meantime of our absence."
As the two of them exchanged banter, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate slightly, but the mystery of the intruder lingered,
Now, this was serious. Kisaki could handle variables; he always had backup plans for backup plans. But that didn't mean he liked variables. In fact, he hated them.
He knew he could do anything to achieve his goals, even if it meant resorting to drastic measures like killing.
If a variable came in his way, he would eliminate it without hesitation, regardless of whether it was a child, adult, old person, man, woman, boy, or girl. Kisaki was resolved to sacrifice anything and everything to get what he wanted.
*
In room 103, Disha lay on the floor, her knees throbbing with pain .
Due to her haste, she had landed in an awkward position while jumping, causing an excruciating pain that jolted through her bones. However, she didn't have time to dwell on it or even the luxury to scream; she needed to run to her room quickly and hide inside by opening the window to avoid being discovered.
After entering her room , All her nerves relaxed suddenly, leading to her falling in kness
(Karma, I once make a girl, fall in her knees{chapter -3} ,now my turn
karma: Hey bitch, miss me
Disha: NO! )
And now ,felt like sharp needles stabbing her with every movement, making her wish the pain would stop, even if it meant dying. She bit down on her hand, tears running down her face as she tried to hold back the painful cries inside her. Her whole body hurt a lot; her stomach felt twisted, her head pounded hard, her hand throbbed, and her leg felt like it was burning. Her heart raced with desperation , overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. She was terrified, paralyzed by the thought of being discovered. If she screamed now, they might hear her and Found her
She realized she had been discovered. The window she had jumped from could only be opened from the inside, and although she had closed it( to create confusion, If they aren't detail oriented person they might thought he might have closed the window but forget to lock it ), she couldn't locked it. If someone had gone to such lengths to collect all those photos and the map of Tokyo, they must be a detail-oriented person with a high IQ.
The fallen lamp and the sounds they heard would only make it easier for them to figure out the truth, especially for him.
Despite knowing this, she had no choice but to jump. That house only had three rooms: the kitchen, the drawing room, and the room she was in. She was lucky they hadn't entered her room when she was taking photo
he does know someone entered, But the good thing is that he he doesn't know who that someone is. I doubt his room has a camera. He does all those things in his room, so I doubt he would place a CCTV camera there, especially in the master room. They also don't hesitate to talk in the drawing room, so most likely there isn't a camera there either.
As for the cameras outside, this building doesn't have any. The only place where there's a CCTV camera on this floor is the first floor. Dad especially installed it the moment we shifted here.
So, the chance of him knowing who that exact person is is less. He can only guess, but he's not certain.
So, right now the problem isn't about my identity being revealed, but about Horikita, my friend's sister. From their conversation, it seems they are probably going to assault her in a few days, for reasons unknown. But I might be able to guess the reason from the photos.
As I was thinking about this, I felt myself blanking out.
Before I lost my consciousness fully , a pang of worry pierced through me as I pondered what my mom's reaction would be when she found me in this state. I wouldn't bee able to shake the guilt of seeing her .....cry