3rd Person POV
They entered the previously shared from of Chuuya and [Surname]. They followed the construction worker to the safe. The safe was secured in the wall of who knows what. Just barely, the group could see a few characters scratched onto it. It was unfamiliar to all of them. Except for one.
"One chance is all you have so what will it be...?" Dazai muttered in English, a language he learnt when he visited the girl before.
Mori didn't answer the boy. Instead, he looked at the both of them. "Both of you probably have the key to answer it."
They looked at him like he was crazy. The key? What nonsense is he saying now. Dazai answered first. "I don't understand what you mean. Were you also entrust with something...?"
He sighed as Kouyou nodded to answer his question. "Yes, but we've figured out what she was telling us. It's your turn now. If she stood us something, definitely she did with the two of you."
"But what are we—"
"Try entering 1048 in it."
All heads turned to Chuuya. He stared dumbfound by everyone. "Well she said that was her favourite number before."
Dazai got angry. How could he suggest something like that. They should think about all the possibles first and cancel them out one by one. But heard it he, suggest such a... dumb answer...! They only had one chance and since it was in a safe that was ready to blow. They shouldn't touch it. But...
"Lets go with it..." He finally decided on. There was no reason to get worked over it. He was being honest. But he couldn't stand it...
"This is your last chance to change it." Mori raised an eyebrow as Kouyou hovered over the dial pad.
"Just do it." Dazai glared at the man. He chuckled. He didn't think he'll live to see the boy's childish side again.
They could hear Kouyou laugh. They all eyed her in conclusion. "Aha... Sorry. I just remember something that [Surname] said before."
She hover her hand over her mouth. She was going to tease the two youngsters. "She said asked for your birthdays before. If you add April 29 and June 19 up, it's 1048~"
She watch the boys turn red. Dazai coughed it out, trying to recover as Chuuya held his hand behind his neck and scratched it. "I guess she really thought about the both of you so highly."
"I already knew that..." The two of them say as Kouyou dialed in the code. Nothing happen. It was certainly better than a bomb exploding. A slight creak could be heard and she pulled on the safe's entrance.
It opened and inside there was... only one card? Dazai snatched it out and read it. He frown, angry now as he throw the card behind him. Chuuya caught it and stared at the boy in confusion before looking in it. He wasn't exactly happy about this either but he told the rest. "It's a prank of some sort. There was actually no bomb that would explode."
Kouyou sighed. She did know you enjoy a good prank every once in a while.
Mori didn't pay any mind to it. He check the safe and noticed something. He equipped himself with his scalpel and carefully lifted a fake piece of steel off the bottom of the safe's. He frown and pulled everything out. The teens watched him amazement.
There wasn't much to beginning with, however it piped their interest. After he checked everything, they decided to read it—in the boss' office. A notebook titled Dragon Head. It seemed like a slightly more in depth then the articles. Almost like it was first hand. A couple of cards. Her apologies in those cards. One dedicated to each person there. This brighten their day even more, shedding a few tears here and there. But the main source of their fear was a photograph of a boy—looked similar age to the teens in the room. His dull violet eyes reflected the camera. Hair that merged with the dimly lit background—probably black or dark brown hair. But the most dominate feature was they he wasn't Japanese at least. They didn't know. Or at least had an idea. However there was a haunting image of a red quick question mark drawn on the back of it. There also a word that made them on edge. Him.
Could he be who attacked? Them...?
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Lucid Memories
FanfictionLife isn't a fairytale. No Cinderella. No Snow White. Sometimes fate entangles around your ever being, dragging you into the depths of reality itself. And you can't escape. You don't have the power and the strength to keep going. You keep clawing...
