Chapter 8.3: Hirais Secret III


    Na-oh. Trantor: MadHatter


    That<em>i</em>mottled patterned<em>i</em>cat was there.


    My<em>i</em>thoughts became<em>i</em>downright disorganized at<em>i</em>that moment.


    How<em>i</em>could that<em>i</em>cat be in a ce like<em>i</em>this


    Seated<em>i</em>before the garbage<em>i</em>dumpster, its eyes glinting amidst the<em>i</em>darkness, its<em>i</em>tail wagging slowly<em>i</em>in a steady rhythm, it<em>i</em>was without a doubt<em>i</em>the cat that had<em>i</em>been stood in front<em>i</em>of the white cat<em>i</em>carcassst night, staring<em>i</em>at me with<em>i</em>a grudging look embedded in<em>i</em>its eyes.


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    Its<em>i</em>voice was<em>i</em>uncanny to the<em>i</em>point that goosebumps<em>i</em>rose on my<em>i</em>skin.


    It<em>i</em>was far from a normal meow. Could<em>i</em>a cat purr like<em>i</em>this?


    Naaaah.fubeiow


    Like<em>i</em>yesterday, it opened<em>i</em>its mouth wide<em>i</em>and meowed in<em>i</em>rm, which was evidently peculiar. What<em>i</em>was this<em>i</em>cat trying to convey to<em>i</em>me?


    However, it<em>i</em>was beyond<em>i</em>my capacity to<em>i</em>grasp what<em>i</em>the cat was saying to<em>i</em>me, and<em>i</em>why did it<em>i</em>appear in front of me<em>i</em>again after yesterdays urrence? I mean, this<em>i</em>was<em>i</em>strange.


    The<em>i</em>thought that something<em>i</em>sinister was about to<em>i</em>ensue naturally sent<em>i</em>tremors through my<em>i</em>body, and I<em>i</em>threw the garbage<em>i</em>bag I was carrying into the dumpster and left the<em>i</em>ce.


    I<em>i</em>returned to the front<em>i</em>of the<em>i</em>store, feigningposure as though nothing had<em>i</em>happened, but perspiration drenched my<em>i</em>hands, my pulse was<em>i</em>racing, and by all ounts, I was not calm.


    The<em>i</em>25-year-old freeter was pathetically reassured<em>i</em>by the brightness of the store.


    What<em>i</em>an<em>i</em>embarrassment.fweg4


    I heaved<em>i</em>a small sigh that<em>i</em>couldnt be heard.


    The delinquents<em>i</em>were still hanging out<em>i</em>in front of the<em>i</em>store. They<em>i</em>were too much<em>i</em>of a nuisance for heavens sake, hurry<em>i</em>up and disappear.


    While experiencing a strange<em>i</em>sense of fatigue, I<em>i</em>took a big detour around<em>i</em>the delinquents hangout<em>i</em>and walked to the<em>i</em>entrance of the<em>i</em>store.


    Oh, that<em>i</em>reminds me. The<em>i</em>cat I ran over is<em>i</em>still there, right?


    The<em>i</em>voice I identally<em>i</em>heard from behind me brought me<em>i</em>to an involuntary halt.


    Ah that<em>i</em>white<em>i</em>cat, right?fwe


    Its dposing quickly, isnt it? The flies<em>i</em>were swarming all over<em>i</em>it.


    It was<em>i</em>pretty gross, huh!! Haha! Plus, it<em>i</em>stunk!


    Hold<em>i</em>onfegqw


    That<em>i</em>conversation. It couldnt befewq


    Haha, it was<em>i</em>wrong of it to leap out in front of us, that was like<em>i</em>asking us to run over it!


    Kahaha! Cats<em>i</em>nowadays are dumb, they are too carefree! Aha!


    One<em>i</em>of themughed and several others caught on and began tough as<em>i</em>well.


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    These<em>i</em>guys ran over it They ran<em>i</em>over that cat that was at the<em>i</em>tunnel exit


    These<em>i</em>guys were the<em>i</em>ones who ran over<em>i</em>that cat.


    How could they beughing after having<em>i</em>run over that cat? These<em>i</em>people were<em>i</em>insane.


    Its not like I ran<em>i</em>over anybody. Who<em>i</em>cares about that? the man<em>i</em>with the shy-colored head spat<em>i</em>out.


    Hearing<em>i</em>that, my face heated<em>i</em>up as if my blood was rushing to my<em>i</em>head.


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    I<em>i</em>wasnt a cat lover, nor was I a<em>i</em>member of any animal rights<em>i</em>group. I didnt<em>i</em>have any<em>i</em>interest in what these<em>i</em>guys were talking about<em>i</em>but


    As<em>i</em>long as it<em>i</em>was not a<em>i</em>person they<em>i</em>ran over, they wouldnt care<em>i</em>about it?


    I couldnt bear to ignore<em>i</em>that with themughing this<em>i</em>way. That white cat<em>i</em>was reduced to a miserable mess.


    Besides the<em>i</em>thought that because of these people, I<em>i</em>was being haunted by that creepy cat<em>i</em>with the mottled pattern and getting embroiled in another nefarious situation made me irrationally aggravated.


    I had no<em>i</em>clue why the cat was showing up<em>i</em>before me, nevertheless, it was these<em>i</em>guys that the cat<em>i</em>should be resenting, not me. What was unquestionable was that<em>i</em>these delinquents ran<em>i</em>over that white cat, incurring the wrath<em>i</em>of the mottled patterned cat. The fact that they<em>i</em>wereughing it off oblivious to all of this<em>i</em>sparked a silent fit of indignation<em>i</em>in my chest.


    Oi, you, what<em>i</em>are<em>i</em>you listening to?gr3


    A<em>i</em>slight pain<em>i</em>was felt in the<em>i</em>back of my<em>i</em>head, and then<em>i</em>an aluminum can<em>i</em>struck the concrete ground and tumbled<em>i</em>down. That aluminum can was<em>i</em>hurled at the<em>i</em>back of my head.


    No, youTrantor: MadHatter


    You<em>i</em>bastard! What the hell were<em>i</em>you doing! I intended<em>i</em>to yell at him<em>i</em>but I lost that inclination immediately after turning<em>i</em>around.


    Because<em>i</em>each of the dozen or<em>i</em>so delinquents was staring at me, their eyes ring. Even<em>i</em>more so, they were all wearing an<em>i</em>aura as if they were ready to start<em>i</em>a fight with<em>i</em>me.


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    As I<em>i</em>retreated, a man who seemed to be the leader of the<em>i</em>group approached me, swaying his body and shoved me on the shoulder vigorously.


    Anyone would be stunned by such an abrupt action, and I<em>i</em>instantly forgot my rage and let my heart skip a beat.


    This guy may be younger than me but<em>i</em>his height was insanely tall!


    Oi, you were just<em>i</em>eavesdropping on us, werent you? Right?


    I couldnt say<em>i</em>yes, so I clenched my teeth and held<em>i</em>one of my arms to protect the shoulder that had<em>i</em>been pushed away. Perhaps this action<em>i</em>was interpreted as defiance, the leader<em>i</em>of the group furrowed his<em>i</em>brow deeply and came<em>i</em>at me forcefully. It was agonizing to be seized by the chest<em>i</em>with all his force, and I unconsciously turned my face away<em>i</em>in difort when he blew<em>i</em>his rough breath, which reeked of alcohol, at close<em>i</em>range.


    Good<em>i</em>grief such people who have been drinking were truly<em>i</em>awful.


    What? Do<em>i</em>you have something to<em>i</emin about, hah?


    Youre nothing but a<em>i</em>store staff, dont you<em>i</em>dare listen to our conversation!


    If you<em>i</em>have something to say, why dont you try<em>i</em>saying it!?


    Not<em>i</em>only did the man who<em>i</em>grasped me by the chest raise a ruckus but the cronies behind<em>i</em>him did as well.


    These<em>i</em>guysfwe4th


    Without<em>i</empanions behind them, they couldnt even drink or get violent. Disgraceful<em>i</em>bunch.


    I detested these people, I absolutely<em>i</em>abhorred them.


    Without<em>i</em>even having a job, they gathered like-minded individuals and incited uproar<em>i</em>without even being aware of the<em>i</em>trouble they were wreaking on<em>i</em>others.


    Hea venrwqf


    Aah?fwegh


    Face<em>i</em>heavens judgement.


    The<em>i</em>expression in the eyes of the man in front of me shifted as I said these words while<em>i</em>he gripped me by the chest.


    I was convinced<em>i</em>that I was going to be<em>i</em>beaten.


    No, I was prepared<em>i</em>to be beaten up, and I said<em>i</em>that bombshell remark that<em>i</em>would rub the delinquents<em>i</em>the wrong way. Under<em>i</em>normal circumstances, I would have just let<em>i</em>it drift by, and prioritized my<em>i</em>own safety, even if the<em>i</em>result was hard to swallow.


    Tonight, though, I<em>i</em>was in a foul<em>i</em>mood.


    Therefore, even<em>i</em>though I would<em>i</em>suffer a little pain, I decided to be a bit more honest<em>i</em>with myself.


    A<em>i</em>solid fist flew at me from diagonally<em>i</em>across me.


    Oi What<em>i</em>was with that lumpy, pointed silver<em>i</em>ring?


    If I took<em>i</em>a serious hit from that<em>i</em>thing.


    Blood<em>i</em>would<em>i</em>pour out from me, right?


    I<em>i</em>reflexively<em>i</em>shut my<em>i</em>eyes.