The Stray Kids of Edogawa Rampo

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“No earphones is a bad omen...”

H I R O Asahina
December 8, 9:49 pm.
Leonhart St., 887 Malfoy Building.

“’Wag mo kaming tingnan ng ganyan, mas malala pa d’yan ang na-witness namin,” ngiwi ko kay Zen na mukhang tinakasan ng kaluluwa ang mukha. Well, ako nga nasuka nung nakita ko si Twelve na ngumunguya ng katol sa kusina. Can’t blame him for such priceless expression.

He ran his hands through his hair, “W-Why? Isn’t he supposed to be—Gods! That’s poison!”

Lance shrugged and stretched his arms, “Twelve is immune with poisons and toxic chemicals. ‘Di ko alam kung anong limitations ng immunity niyang ‘yon but yeah, minsan makikita mo siyang ginagawang sawsawan ang Downy.”

“Pero imposible ‘yon!”

“Twelve is a living proof,” I answered him with a grin, amused with his frustration. I sighed through my nose,

“Nakuha niya ‘yung immunity niya na ‘yon since he’s taking this injectable drug once a day. His body is completely dependent on that drug. ‘Di ko alam kung bakit niya ‘yon tine-take pero ‘yun ang rason kung bakit nakakayanan ng katawan niya ang lason.”

Zen just stared at us with disbelief, dahan-dahan siyang umiling, “That’s... ridiculous. Bakit naman siya iinom ng lason?”

“The drug that Twelve is taking is some kind of a stabiliser. It keeps homeostasis in his body. However, that drug should be fed. Kaya ‘pag sumasama ang pakiramdam niya, kumakain siya ng kahit anong may Do Not Swallow na sticker.”

“Kung iniisip mo kung bakit kailangang magturok ni Twelve ng droga at kung anong klaseng gamot ‘yun, wala akong alam. ‘Di namin alam at wala kaming ideya,” Lance said with a slight shrug. “Though, sure, we are worried with his kind of hobby. But seriously, masasanay ka rin.”

‘Di nalang nagsalita si Zen at tumulala sa sahig. He must be really shocked with Twelve’s peculiarity. Sino bang hindi? I don’t know how we manage to stay sane with Twelve on our side. It makes me think that Zonrox tastes like carbonated water. Minsan ‘pag sobrang sabog ako, naiisip kong i-try. Nasapo ko nalang ang noo, nakaka-frustrate.

“Why do I feel like everyone in the Oedipus is so queer?”

I lifted my stare at Zen when he suddenly talked. Nakatulala pa rin siya sa malayo, nakatingin sa kawalan. I stifled a small chuckle.

“Tama ka, ang lalakas nga ng mga tama namin.”

Lance grinned, “Wala rin kaming kaide-ideya.”

Pagtapos ng pag-uusap na ‘yon, isa-isa na kaming naghanda para magpahinga. Lance and Zen looked exhausted. Of course, they would. Ginalit nila si Mia e. We took a quick shower at pag-akyat ko, hilik ni Twelve ang sumalubong sa ‘kin. I sighed through my nose and climbed at the upper deck. The second floor of the house has only two rooms. ‘Yung kwarto namin at ang isang storage room na tanging si Twelve lang ang nakakapasok. I don’t know if Lance already saw the insides of it but as for me, I chose not to stick my nose on it.

And yes, natutulog kaming apat sa iisang kwarto.

Our room is big, it’s like a dancing studio. May isang portion ng pader na puro salamin. It has two huge cabinets. Each cabinets have drawers so we can organise our own things but meh, it didn’t actually matter. Ayoko mang aminin pero kung anong damit ang madampot namin, ‘yun na ang isusuot regardless kung kanino man ‘yun.

Does this also apply to our undergarments? ‘WAG NIYO NA ALAMIN. ‘Di ko rin alam. Basta ako sinusuot ko ang underwear ko, ewan ko lang kung may nagsusuot ng mga ‘yon bukod sa akin.