5 Chapter 5

"What? You want to be involved in a childish fight?" Daisuke grimaced.

I'm at the house that Daisuke and I stay. It's quite warm and cozy. Quite small but enough for the two of us. The house has two floors. The bathroom, kitchen and living room are in the first floor while our bedrooms are on the second floor.

"If I will teach that girl a lesson, I will be able to go to the president's office and meet him. We can assassinate him faster, idiot." I rolled my eyes.

"What about the plan of taking it slow? Do you honestly think they will not suspect us if we kill the president right there and then?" He frustratingly said while messing up his hair.

I suddenly realized my mistake. Although Sairento hanzai-sha were known to be murderers, the government cannot sue us because of how clean the assassination is.

It's the 'sairento hanzai-sha' thing.

I sighed. "Then what's your plan?" I asked.

He looked at me and crossed his arms.

"Next week. Let's wait for next week." He said. "There will be an acquaintance party at the school. It's held annually. For sure the president will be there."

I nodded.

"Okay." I said and stood up.

But before I could make a step, he called me. "Again, it's so not you, Nakano. I've known you to be the best strategist when it comes to assassinating someone." He looked at me. "For you to brought up that stupid plan, there must be something bugging you." He smirked.

He stands up. Now I'm looking up at him and he's looking down at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Stupid, Nakano. As if this douchebag doesn't know.

However, I don't want him to suspect of anything. I don't want him to feel highly of himself. I looked at him blankly, like what I show to other people. An eye of a murderer. An eye that has seen deaths, countless times.

On the contrary, his eyes were showing different emotions. No scratch that, he's showing emotions. As a spy for more than half of my life, I know people's eyes, I can read their actions, I can comprehend their body language, but I've never seen this emotion coming out of someone.

But it's very, very, familiar. It's melancholic, reminiscing, and tender.

I blinked a lot of times and looked at the other direction. My heart is pounding just by looking at his eyes. There's something in that look. The look that I knew I used to like, the look that made me feel home.

I don't know but I'm quite agitated right now.

"Take a rest. We have a class tomorrow." Said the douchebag while glancing at me.

He walked towards the second floor and locked himself up in his room.

My heart is still pounding very, very hard. As if my heart will come out of my ribcage.

I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

While drinking, my heart started to calm down. But I know, that kind of look has an effect on me. I just can't remember when's the last time I've seen it. But I know, I used to have it.

I shook my head and went to my room. There are lots of things to take care other than that.

I'm walking at the hallway with a student-like vibe. I try not to care about what happened last night. I need to not care.

"Hwa-Young ah!" The bitch greeted me while smiling from ear-to-ear.

I smiled like a child that meets her friend from a very long time. Psh. The audicity of this girl to smile so genuinely when in fact she's the one who causes disturbance to other people.

How can a person be so self-centered? Are they not feeling guilt at all?

Then I realized, maybe she felt that at least once in her life. That at least, from a spur of a moment, she felt guilt. But when you try to console that voice again and again, and keep saying that "it's normal. It's not bad. You're doing that for a purpose. Besides, she's a friend who is willing to do it." It becomes your value and that feeling will be silenced.

Because our heart adapts. Whatever you are saying to your heart, it always listens. That's why we should always value on what we say to it. Our mind can be deceiving, too. It can be filled with opinions and negativity that comes from the outside.

So, whatever we do, we should always stick to what's right, not what we feel is right.

"Min-Young ah!" I greeted her.

She went unto me.

"Eojesbam eodie gye syeossnayo?" (Where were you last night?)

Oh. I almost forgot that I left them without saying a word. Can't blame me, they were very loud and too bitchy.

"Mianhae."(Sorry.) I said apologetically. "oppaga jeonhwa haess-eoyo." (My brother called.)

"Ne oppaneun jal saeng-gyeossda." (Your brother is handsome.) I'm shocked when she said that. I mean, I have seen other students in Japan were liking him. They adore him so much but that's just a secret. They can't publicly show their adoration on him. They said Daisuke is like a character coming out from a mangga.

"Geuneun cheonsawa gatseub." (He's like an angel.) She said, almost daydreaming.

I smirked at the back of my mind. Daisuke were never good to me. That's why I can't see him as an angel. More of like, an obstacle I need to get through everyday.

I suddenly remembered what happened last night. Oh crap. That's so annoying.

Thankfully, the bell rang and we immediately went to our class.

I hope next week will pass by quickly. I hate this place.