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I'm here at the corridor, kaka-dismiss lang namin and nagsi-uwian na ang mga classmates ko. Nagpa-iwan ako, dahil ayaw kong lumabas lalo na't umuulan.
It's not that I dislike rains, I actually love rains.
It's just like when raining, I hear the rhythms of requiem. I can hear death, agony, and misery of people who burst their emotions in the dripping sound of the rain. It is my lullaby. My comfort season.
Minutes later when my phone rings. I check the caller ID. It's Kuya Mike.
"Hi." I greet over the phone.
"Hello, Hime." he returns.
"Kuya, ano'ng gusto mo?"
"Nothing much." Kuya Mike replies. "Just . . . I'll be late for today. Pwedeng kang sumabay kay Nathan or hintayin mo na lang ako."
"Uh, I'll just wait for you na lang, Kuya."
"I'll be late for about ninety minutes or more, I guess." he replies in hesistant voice.
"It's okay." I speak in delight. "And what do you mean, 'I guess'?"
"May emergency meeting ako ngayon." Kuya Mike answers as his excuse. "Kung hindi ako makakarating in ninety minutes, I'll call our driver to drive for you."
"Got it." I respond in solace.
"Good. I'm hanging up, sweetheart. Goodbye." He chuckles and I can feel his cool look.
"Yes, goodbye."
And then the call goes off.
Okay. Ano na ang gagawin ko? Umuulan pa naman.
"Rain, rain go away." I sing inside of my mind.
"Come again another day."
Patuloy ko habang sinasalo ang mga patak ng ulan sa aking mga palad.
"Little . . . Miracle," I shrug while pursing my lips. "Wants to play." Then I grin. Childish me. "Rain, rain go away." Now I sing to my lips.
Ang lungkot. Wala nang mga tao rito.
Paalis na ako nang may isang pana ang dumaan sa mismong gilid ng aking mukha. Wala man akong reaksyon sa nangyari, pero nagulat ako. Mabuti na lang at hindi ako nasugatan.
Sinundan ko kung saan nagmula ang pana. Kung ako ang target niya, sana, kanina pa niya ako tinirahan. Pero hindi.
Nakita ko ang archer, at paalis na siya. Nakasuot siya ng maskara at naka-itim na ninja attire. Hindi ako ang target niya.
Tinignan ko kung saan tumarak ang pana, may isang pulang tela kung saan ito nakatusok.
Inalis ko sa pagkatarak into at kinuha ang tela.
"We're always eyeing on you, Dark Arcana."
Ang nakasulat sa tela na may itim na tinta. Only one organization that can threaten me like that.
The Black Society, the mortal nemesis of the White Nation. Similar to white and black, completely opposite since the beginning.
They are not silent killers, kahit sa publiko pumapatay sila. Inosenteng tao man o hindi, they kill with or without reasons.
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The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle
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