Chapter 01: Pedestrian Lane

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CASSIEN

THE PEDESTRIAN lane at the Crocus street was something utterly ordinary. These white lines on the ground serving as the path towards the other side of the road were nothing but lines. There was no illustration through a chalk on how the victim was laying. Wala ring mga yellow-and-black cordon na DO NOT CROSS sa paligid. They couldn't just close the road for the mere accident.

I was standing next to the blond guy who has been observing every passing car on the street. His fingers were rubbing his chin and his face were keeping a fierce look. Nasa kabilang side naman ng kalsada ang president ng detective club. Mysteriously, ang tahimik nilang dalawa. Parang sobrang lalim ng kanilang iniisip. Is that how detectives really are?

Wait, siguro naman hindi magagalit si Blonde kung mag-initiate ako ng pag-uusap, 'di ba?

"Hi, ako nga pala si Cassien Agreste from class 11-B," pagpapakilala ko at iniabot ang kamay ko sa kanya. Mukhang natauhan siya nang magsalita ako — na para bang na-realized niyang hindi lang pala siya ang tao sa mundo. I forced a smile and refrained myself from thinking how cruel this world could be to me.

"I'm Conan Lavio," sabi naman niya habang nakikipag-handshake sa 'kin at nakangiti. "From 11-A."

Medyo nanliit ako sa narinig ko. He was from a higher section. Hindi maiwasang maikumpara kami sa kanila, lalo na ng mga teachers. They were they epitome of good conduct. Not to mention that Maisie was part of that class. I'm so proud, hehe.

At saka, Lavio was one of richest family in this town.

"Ah, Lavio..." saad ko. What more could I say? Pwede bang manghingi ng pera sa kanila?

"Ah Lavio, too," nakangiti niyang sagot.

Huh? He just echoed what I said. Oh, wait. Is it just my imagination . . . or his smile meant something different?

"Hindi mo ma-gets?" hindi niya makapaniwalang tanong. "Damn, I thought that will work on you."

I chuckled nervously. "Sorry, na-mesmerized lang ako kasi nakakilala ako ng isang Lavio."

"It's okay. Some were even mesmerized of my green eyes. I don't like being treated as a prominent. Just call me Conan."

"Okay, sure, Conan."

Wait, what? Conan?

Nang bitiwan namin ang kamay ng isa't-isa, I covered my mouth up to suppress my laughter and drifted my gaze away. He was named after that anime character who shrunk, 'yung detective rin?

"Huwag mo nga akong tawanan," nakanguso niyang sabi nang mapansin akong pinipigilan ang tawa ko. My peripheral vision caught him squinting his eyes.

"Hindi kita tinatawanan, 'no," pagd-deny ko kahit alam kong halata na ang sobra kong ngiti.

"I was named after an author, hindi sa anime character. Hindi kami pamilya ng mga weebs."

I help up my hand. Sorry, medyo may pagka-judgemental yata ako. "Pasensya na, hehe. Sino nga palang author ang sinasabi mo?"

"Arthur Conan Ignatius Doyle. Ang gumawa kay Sherlock Holmes."

REVERSE ✓Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora