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Chapter-8 Falling In
Micheal
Urada
"That
Fucking
Bitch!"
I
heard
a
loud
familiar
voice
sound
resound
across
the
Flamingos
as
soon
as
I
entered
through
its
oak
door.
Flamingos
was
usually
a
place
filled
with
etiquette,
but
there
were
times
like
these
where
some
of
the
customers
here
acted
out
in
a
heated
way.
And
one
such
customer
here
happened
to
belong
to
my
group
of
friends.
I
looked
back
to
Sephtis,
who
walked
in
after
me.
We
knew
who
that
voice
belonged
to.
There
was
no
need
for
words
to
confirm
anything.
We
just
exchanged
a
silent
look,
and
then
I
let
him
take
the
lead
as
we
went
towards
the
source
of
that
voice,
To
the
table
where
our
group
sat.
And
just
as
we
expected,
there
sat
Karen,
fuming
as
she
spoke
in
a
rapid
incomparable
manner
to
the
three
people
who
sat
quietly
around
her.
She
seemed
to
be
in
the
middle
of
a
story,
animatedly
talking
about
events
that
made
no
sense
to
me.
And
I
wondered
if
it
did
to
the
other
three.
Maria
was
sitting
closest
to
Karen
nodding
her
head
at
what
she
said.
But
I
knew
my
sister
well
enough
to
know
that
she
didn't
like
participating
in
any
sort
of
heated
conversation.
She
was
probably
just
indulging
Karen.
Then
there
was
Siesta,
stoic
as
usual,
sitting
on
the
other
side
of
Karen.
Opposite
them
sat
Charles,
clearly
not
interested
in
the
conversation.
In
fact,
as
soon
as
he
spotted
Sephtis
and
me
approaching
the
table,
his
face
lit
up
as
if
he
had
just
found
his
savior.
Which,
considering
that
Sephtis
was
there,
he
had.
The
others
also
soon
spotted
us
and
had
a
similar
reaction,
except
for
Karen,
who
was
still
very
much
engrossed
in
her
own
venting.
"I
was
so
nice
to
her,
too!
And
then
pulled
that
cocky
attitude
on
me
like
I
was
some
fucking
nobody!
Just
cause
she
is
Agustine!
I
was
going
to
be
even
nicer
to-"
"Agustine?
Do
I
hear
someone
mention
my
Sister?"
Sephtis
spoke
in
a
loud
overly-dramatic
voice.
That
got
Karen
to
stop
abruptly.
Her
head
snapped
towards
us,
her
eyes
widening
as
she
looked
towards
us.
Or,
more
precisely,
towards
Sephtis.
Right
now,
he
was
the
only
one
in
her
eyes.
"Is
it-Did
your
sister
enroll
here?"
Karen
stuttered
as
she
spoke
in
a
low
voice,
an
apologetic
look
already
crossing
her
face.
"Nopes.
My
sister
is
fine
and
dandy
in
the
Clan
Household."
Sephtis
spoke
like
it
was
the
most
obvious
thing
in
the
world.
Karen
immediately
looked
relieved,
and
beside
her,
I
could
see
the
others
also
looking
a
bit
happier.
"Well,
what
happened,
Karen?
What
made
you
lose
your
Five-Day
Streak?"
Sephtis
asked
as
he
plopped
himself
down
on
his
chair.
At
the
same
time,
I
saw
Charles
quietly
sneak
away
towards
the
counter.
Siesta
and
Maria,
also
slipped
away
almost
immediately,
looking
glad
to
be
finally
free.
Usually,
I
would
have
followed
them,
but
the
mention
of
an
Agustine
made
me
stay.
Cause
lately
I
had
started
to
know
more
about
a
female
underclass
Agustine.
And
judging
by
what
Karen
had
said,
it
was
most
likely
her
that
she
was
talking
about.
And
then
she
began
pilling
on
all
the
information
she
knew
about
Mysa
Agustine,
which
sounded
nothing
like
the
person
I
had
met.
I
should've
expected
that.
Of
course,
Karen
would
exaggerate
things.
Arrogant,
bitchy,
and
whatnot
did
Karen
say
negatively
about
her.
I
gradually
grew
less
interested
and
just
uncomfortable
after
listening
to
Karen.
From
the
gist
of
it,
though.
They
hadn't
even
interacted
much,
but
of
course,
if
anyone
started
talking
logic
to
Karen
in
this
state,
they
would
just
end
up
getting
socked.
That
was
a
lesson
that
I
had
learned
from
watching
Charles's
painful
example.
"Well,
kudos
to
you
for
not
starting
up
a
fight!"
Sephtis
chirped
after
Karen
paused
in
the
middle
of
her
rant.
"Damn
right
it
is..."
Karen
grumbled
back
quietly.
"Yeah,
that
newfound
level
of
maturity
deserves
a
drink!"
Sephtis
spoke
as
he
turned
on
his
seat
and
shouted
out
to
Charles,
who
was
standing
near
the
counter
with
Seista
and
my
sister,
for
two
strawberry
shakes.
"Pffftttt!-"
Karen
immediately
burst
out
laughing
like
she
was
releasing
all
the
air
out
of
her
lungs.
I
was
the
same
too.
Almost
choking
on
air
with
the
sudden
laughter
overtaking
my
body.
The
weird
antics
of
Seohtis
were
just
too
much,
man.
Plus,
the
sudden
annoyed
look
that
crossed
Charles's
face
was
just
priceless!
I
suppose
seeing
Karen
like
that
must
have
reassured
the
girls
that
everything
was
fine
now
cause
the
next
thing
I
knew,
Maira
and
Siesta
were
walking
back
to
their
seats.
Behind
them,
I
saw
Charles
frowning
as
he
turned
his
back
towards
us,
probably
going
over
to
order
the
strawberry
shakes.
When
Maria
came
back
and
seated
herself,
she
tactfully
brought
up
another
topic,
and
soon
the
topic
of
conversation
strayed
away
from
Mysa
Agustine.
Well,
at
least
until
Charles
came
back
with
two
glasses
of
Strawberry
milkshake,
one
he
gave
to
Karen
and
the
other
he
almost
'accidentally'
dropped
on
Sephtis.
And
then,
as
soon
as
he
had
also
seated
himself,
he
brought
back
the
topic
of
Mysa."You
know,
it
was
very
disrespectful
what
she
did.
If
we
had
done
such
stuff
to
our
seniors,
we
would've
gotten
set
straight
in
under
a
minute.
That's
just.."
Charles
went
on,
and
Karen
enthusiastically
nodded
along
and
then
it
quickly
became
awkward
for
me
as
the
talk
dissolved
into
back
bitching
about
Mysa.
I
felt
a
queezy
feeling
from
the
bottom
of
my
chest
as
Charles
turned
to
me
to
see
what
I
had
to
say
about
it
and
all
I
could
manage
was
just
a
silent
nod.
Thankfully
that
was
enough,
and
Charles
and
Karen
continued
their
discussion
while
getting
a
bit
of
opinion
from
around
the
table.
I
quietly
listened
and
laughed
as
Sephtis
gave
weird
answers
to
Charles's
rhetorical
questions,
but
all
the
while,
I
couldn't
help
but
feel
a
slight
weight
on
my
chest
as
I
kept
thinking
about
her.
********
I
lightly
jogged
across
the
pavement.
Although
I
couldn't
feel
any
improvement
in
my
stamina,
after
a
week
of
this
evening
run
schedule,
I
had
at
least
managed
to
find
a
pace
I
was
comfortable
at.
That
pace
might
be
a
tad
bit
too
slow,
but
that
doesn't
matter.
All
that
matters
is
that
I
don't
end
up
in
that
pathetic
state
like
last
week.
Currently,
according
to
my
calculations,
it
was
about
7
pm.
So
I
was
waiting
in
anticipation,
almost
slowing
down
to
a
walk,
as
I
looked
all
over
my
surroundings.
There
were
lanterns
lined
alongside
the
pathways,
each
one
situated
about
a
few
feet
ahead
of
the
other.
But
the
thing
was
that
some
of
them
were
out
of
commission,
plus
the
lanterns
weren't
that
bright
either,
leaving
a
person
with
just
enough
light
on
a
moonless
night
to
make
out
the
path.
Very
sloppy
of
the
school.
But
honestly,
it
felt
strangely
comforting
to
me.
Knowing
that
I
was
hidden
away
from
the
prying
eyes.
It
somehow
made
me
more
calm
and
confident.
That
is
one
of
the
reasons
I
started
my
run
routine
across
this
path,
cause
I
knew
that
in
the
evening,
not
many
people
passed
by
from
here.
Being
seen
by
any
other
person
was
one
of
my
pet
peeves
when
I
started
to
think
of
running.
How
ironic....
that
the
reason
I
continued
running
past
day
one
is
just
so
that
I
can
see
another
person.
Life
is
just
weird
that
way.
"Ahh,
were
you
waiting
for
long?"
A
sweet
voice
suddenly
crept
up
behind
me,
sending
shivers
down
my
spine.
"No!"
I
responded
at
once,
quickly
spinning
on
my
heels
to
properly
greet
the
fairy
who
had
just
shown
up.
"Nah,
I
didn't
wait.
I
mean,
I
was
just
running
like
usual.
Nice
to
meet
you!"
I
spoke
internally
cringing
at
every
word
that
escaped
my
mouth.
Oh
god,
I
hate
myself
so
much.
"It's
good
to
see
you
too,
Micheal."
Mysa
spoke
with
her
trademark
polite
smile.
God,
my
name
sounds
so
beautiful.
After
running
into
Mysa
every
day
for
the
past
week,
I
think
I
had
made
some
fortunate
discoveries.
Mysa
always
went
for
a
run
at
about
7
pm
and,
unlike
me
who
only
covers
the
little
area
around
the
northeast
side,
she
ran
the
whole
length
of
the
school
campus
grounds,
so
that
meant
in
the
one-hour
running
routine
I
had
just
two
opportunities
to
encounter
her.
The
first
was
at
about
7pm
when
she
has
just
started
her
first
round
across
the
school
campus,
and
then
the
second
opportunity
came
at
about
7:30
when
she
was
on
her
second
round.
And
in
these
two
instances,
we
would
often
exchange
snippets
of
conversation.
Unfortunately,
sometimes
we
just
exchanged
greetings
in
these
time
frames.
And
being
the
nervous
mess
that
I
am,
I
would
never
be
able
to
initiate
or
lengthen
the
conversation.
Heck,
I
don't
even
know
the
proper
way
of
addressing
her
yet,
so
I
have
never
even
called
her
by
her
name.
But
I
can
figure
that
out
later,
hopefully.
Right
now,
I
had
a
topic
that
I
had
been
thinking
to
bring
up
this
entire
evening.
"Hey,
Your
class
had
their
first
combat
class,
right?
Anything
interesting
happened?"
I
started
off
the
topic
in
a
vague
tone.
"Not
really.
It
was
pretty
normal.
Oh
yeah,
there
were
also
some
seniors
there,
did
you
hear
anything
from
them?"
Mysa
spoke
casually.
"Yeah,
Actually
my
friends
also
volunteered
to
teach
in
the
combat
class.
They
say
it
was
pretty
tense."
I
thought
I
had
managed
to
keep
my
inquisitive
look
in
check,
but
Mysa
must
have
figured
out
that
I
wanted
to
know
more
about
this.
Cause
the
next
moment,
she
sighed
and
began
talking
in
a
slightly
troubled
tone.
"They
might
be
right.
There
was
some
trouble
between
some
year
1
and
year
2
students,
thankfully,
before
matters
escalated
to
more
than
just
words,
I
managed
to
sort
the
situation
out.
I
think
everyone
was
a
bit
tense
with
each
other
after
that."
"Ahhh,
So
that's
what
happened."
I
exclaimed
in
relief.
So
the
year
1
student
felt
stifled
by
the
presence
of
the
seniors
and
then
Mysa
stood
up
for
them.
Karen
must
have
mistaken
that
protective
nature
for
arrogance.
"Yeah,
I
figured
something
like
that
must
have
happened.
I
think
one
of
my
friends
misunderstood
you
a
bit,
I
do
apologize
for
that."
I
said,
trying
my
best
to
shine
a
polite
smile.
Although
after
remembering
all
the
things
Karen
had
said,
I
don't
think
just
an
apology
would
suffice.
"
'Misunderstood,
me?'
In
what
way
exactly?"
Mysa
said
those
words
with
the
same
casual
tone,
but
cold
sweat
broke
on
my
back.
"Huh,
just..
they
thought
you
were
the
dictator
of
the
year
1
or
something?"
I
tried
my
best
to
recall
and
mentioned
one
of
the
nicer
things
Karen
had
mentioned
about
Mysa.
"I
do
lead
my
classmates,
But
I
won't
call
myself
a
dictator."
Thankfully
Mysa
took
it
in
a
good
way
and
replied
with
a
light
chuckle.
"Yeah,
Yeah
of
course.
You
look
so
nice
after
al-You
look
like
such
a
good-natured
person.
There
were
just
some
rumors
about
some
fight
on
the
day
of
the
Entrance
ceremony."
Since
we
had
gotten
talking
I
thought
to
drag
it
a
bit
longer.
"It
wasn't
a
fight
It
was
a
duel.
I
felt
like
I
had
to
prove
myself,
so
I
just
dueled
some
students,
fair
and
square."
Mysa
spoke
with
a
determined
gaze.
That
much
was
to
be
expected,
after
all,
she
was
someone
from
the
Royal
Family.
I
was
even
more
impressed
with
seeing
her
prideful
and
determined
nature.
"You
know,
people
sometimes
just
take
a
glimpse
and
arrive
at
their
own
conclusion."
I
spoke,
expressing
my
support.
"Sounds
Smart."
Mysa
spoke.
And
after
that,
the
conversation
came
to
an
end,
and
she
went
off
to
run.
As
for
me,
I
was
very
satisfied
with
the
way
the
conversation
had
gone,
I
even
started
daydreaming
about
us
just
talking
casually
the
next
time
we
meet.
I
wonder
if
I
could
be
considered
her
friend.
With
those
thoughts
in
my
mind,
I
went
and
sat
near
a
tree
to
wait
until
half
an
hour
would
pass
and
then
I
would
'run'
into
her
once
again.
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