𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲 | 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙥𝙖 𝙫3

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲: 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗮

[花] Hana

I looked at boss with a nervous feeling. He's been really busy lately, and it was mainly after pink-face announced the news to him.

I'm pretty sure Kokichi was happy with Saihara Shuichi, so that's why I almost tore the detective apart when I heard what the brat said to boss.

He was not alone and he will never be. I guess when someone lies, everyone just assumes everything that person says is incorrect. 10,000 members of a secret organization. Half was false, perhaps, but that was not the point.

Down right harsh, if you ask me.

Kokichi walked up to me and told me to get some food with Sora later, and I sighed and muttered an 'okay'.

We were pranksters, but we don't really steal all that much. Of course, back in the orphanage we did, but then he came and told us how to earn money.

Funny because he wasn't doing good financially back then either.

Most of us work at part-time jobs. I work in a convenience store near our base, and Sora and Kumiko work in McDonalds.

No, Sora does not wear his puffy hair to work. He has a wig. Having police see his hair while he was doing his 'job' regarding D.I.C.E  and seeing it again the next day at McDonalds is a death wish.

Thought I highly doubt he'd be caught, Kokichi says it's better that way.

Mezeto doesn't work.

I also have a babysitting job, but I only go when I don't work at the convenience store because the babies always splat my face with their pumpkin mush and I don't get good pay for it.

I got my wallet and told Sora what we were going to do for the day, and he just nodded silently.

"Do you think boss is sick?"

He looked up in surprise at my question. "Why do you ask?"

"It's basically just a feeling. I don't get how he can stay up the whole week to plan something like this."

"I'm more concerned if the gods are sick. That grape-tempered boss has been wandering around for so long and he hasn't even encountered them yet."

I turned around. Pink-face had joined the conversation. He annoyed me.

"No one asked for your opinion," I said while putting my hands on my hips.

"Guys, no fighting. . ." Sora mumbled. He dug through his pockets and got out two dice. I took one die and inspected it, since most things that come out of his pocket are covered in cake frosting or chip remains.

I glare at pink-face and he returns the favour.

Boss made this policy so there wouldn't be fighting in our organization. When there's at least one bystander watching the fight, the bystander would take one of the die and roll it over and over again. The people fighting would take turns rolling the die on their side until one matches up with the bystander's.

When there's only the two people fighting, there would only be a die and they would keep guessing what would get face up.

It always goes as the youngest gets to roll the die first.

I create conflict often with other members, and I'm also the youngest, so it's like a daily routine for me.

I roll the die and Sora does too. He uncovers it. Three.

Pink-face looks at mine and covers a teasing laugh.

I got four, and he just wanted to get on my nerves. I squinted and he headed over.

He was one of the three in D.I.C.E that had an Ultimate. (Not including boss.)

Pink-face has a lot of accuracy and he's an expressive gambler. His eyes suddenly turned serious and he leaned forward and flipped the die with his right index finger.

"I got one," Sora said.

The Ultimate High Roller covered his angriness. High Roller didn't really suit him, since he's merely accurate. In chance games like these, that barely helps. He gets to choose what to get, but he isn't sure if it would match up.

He got a six.

I took it and rolled a four.

And Sora, my dear friend, I thank you with all of my love. Seeing pink-face nearly rip the hair out of his head really upped my self-esteem.

Sora then looked at his watch and said we better get shopping. I nodded and then aimed a pen at pink-face's eyes, which he only swiftly dodged because he was staring intently at me.

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I ended up bumping into Ayano while shopping for Grape Panta. She also has an Ultimate. She's the Ultimate Ninja.

Because she's deaf, her keen eyesight was like an eagle's.

She takes orders with hand signals and reading lips.

Ayano's awesome.

When I got back to the base, which was an abandoned mansion, I saw the third Ultimate apart from boss.

Ultimate Zookeeper. That's what he was. He's named obese daily in public, but his personality's kinda shit, so he doesn't mind.

He has blue eyes and is pretty stout if I do say so myself.

Like a chef. Especially in the D.I.C.E clothing, at least.

Mitseru. . .

I've grown to hate that name.

"Do you have a leash?" was what he said.

I grit my teeth. He was pretty harsh towards people that disrespected the zoo. Animals, too.

"I went food shopping." I tried to walk past but then came out Kumiko.

Perfect timing. Two rude people gathered together with me, an innocent pedestrian.

Boss saved my butt, because he walked out and then with gleaming eyes pulled out three jumbo bottles of Grape Panta. He was looking moody today, so this would last him for about an hour. Luckily, I was prepared. I had brought a twelve-pack of cans.

He must've not care about what was upsetting him today, since he didn't both to cover it. He sighed and then just kissed all three bottles alternatively.

Kumiko emitted a deadly aura, and, luckily for everyone's asses, it seemed directed to Mitseru.

Boss asked to speak to me, and I walked over to his room.

"Man, I'm so glad you bought three bottles. I'm going to finish these in an hour."

I knew.

"Feeling a bit moody today."

I been knew.

He started talking, and then I just got curious about what was bothering him. It obviously wasn't enough to provoke him, so I wanted to know.

"Ah, that," he said. "Nothing really important."

"You better not lie."

"I won't~" He grinned. I was expecting an 'or was that a lie' from him after.

"You know how Sora came home earlier than you?"

"Yep."

"He ended up throwing up, and I don't know what happened."

"Did he eat anything bad?"

"The poor sap won't say anything."

I nodded thoughtfully. A detective would be useful now.