Dullahan [ COMPLETED ]

My Room

CHAPTER 13: My Room

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"I can't believe I was playing with one of them..." I whispered, burrying my head on my hands, "I should've known..."

We were currently in my room, door locked, lights out. I came in normally, saying that I was exhausted and wanted to sleep. Then I let Duan in through the window. How he got to the third floor window of our house, I don't know.

"Nobody knew," Duan patted my back and trailed comforting circles on it, "You can't be depressed over it,"

I exhaled, lifting my head and staring deep into his eyes. I knew that I felt the bad vibes from the trio back then, but I didn't mind. I didn't bother asking him. I didn't know how close I was to our answer.

"Sorry..." Was all I could say.

He let a small smile ghost over his pale features before pulling me in a gentle embrace, "It's fine," He breathed out on the top of my head.

I relaxed in his arms. I don't know how long I was missing this kind of security and reassurance. I doubted almost anything anyone would say, no matter how much they meant it, because I won't believe it unless I see it for myself. But this was Duan. Somebody not so normal. Maybe that's why I don't feel the guilt anymore.

"We can talk about this tomorrow if you want," He said.

I gently pushed him off and looked away- or more specifically, looked at my phone, "No, I think we have to plan already,"

"About what?"

"Getting information from the guy," I flipped open the phone, browsing through my contacts for Francis' number before typing.

"What're you gonna say?" He inched over to me, sitting by the foot of the bed and peeking over my shoulders.

"I'll see..." I shooed him off, "You can go now,"

Duan rolled his eyes, "As if. I'll hear the plan the moment you're done." He stood up, flipped on the lights and started walking around my room.

In the midst of texting and replying to Francis, I peeked from my phone and up to Duan's face as he examined the posters on my wall. I was fond of Japanese animation (anime) so all those pictures up on the wall were something he wouldn't understand. Plus, I have a poster of Taylor Swift, Granrodeo, OLDCODEX, a couple of drawings here and there, and trinkets I get from friends.

After a couple of minutes, we came to a conclusion. I closed my phone and stared at Duan again, where he was also staring at a photo frame hung on the wall infront of my study table. I knew what was it so I silently went over to him.

"That's me, Zeige and my Bro at a festival," I said.

He looked at me over his shoulder, "Was Zeige always with you?"

I could see something else in his eyes besides curiousity but I can't put a finger on it, so I ignored it for now, "Yeah. He's like another brother to me,"

"Ah," He smiled again, almost of relief, and then leaned on the table, crossing his arms, "So, what's the plan?"

"We're gonna visit the guy in jail," I stated planely.

"Then?"

"That's where we'll interrogate him about the stolen items,"

"Who else is coming?"

I looked up, pointing at each finger as I said the names of my classmates mentally, "Around 4, I guess."

He placed a finger on his chin, thinking, "So we're six and-"

Then I remembered, "Zaige is coming too. I was texting him a while back,"

Duan glared at me and I froze, hands up infront of me. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Does he have a problem with my friends or something? He kept the cold glare for a while before sighing, "Won't the police ask you questions why we're there?"

I slowly recovered and tapped a finger on my chin, "Haven't thought about that yet,"

He sighed, "I knew you're too young for this,"

"I'm 16 and close to college. Apparently, I'm taking up Law, so things like this can be experience for me, you know," I lightly punched him on the shoulder, pouting in the process.

"Yeah, yeah..." Duan gave a teasing smirk, swiftly passing me amd sprinting across the room.

"Jeffy?" Came a voice from my door and we froze, Duan still in mid-step, "It's late already. What're you still doing there?"

I coughed, motioning for Duan to freeze for a while before turning my attention back to my mom at the door, "Sorry! I'm on the phone!"

"You better hang up now, or I'll confiscate that gadget,"

"I will! I will!!" I did shuffling steps, plopping on my bed with crossed legs, "Good night!"

There was a moment of silence before she walked off, footsteps fading amd resounding at the stairs. I sighed, falling back on the bed and stretching. I turned on my side, gazing at Duan as he walked over to the edge of the bed.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," He said in a hushed voice.

I nodded, "Where do you sleep anyways?"

"I don't need sleep. I just stay in you rooftop or something," He shrugged and kneeled down to my eye-level, "Good night,"

"Good... Night," I whispered through a yawn and he smiled as he pulled a blanket over me.

With that, he turned off the lights, stepped out the windows and shut it close. I closed my eyes and let consiousness slip away.

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TBC