Negative -Girls: To Live And Die - Chapter 11

Where is home, a question for everyone to answer.

One’d say, home is where you feel accepted; where you trust important things to be kept inside, not a greedy eyes could poke; where maybe the corpses you’re hiding would stay behind the closet for few months–or year if you’re lucky.

Home. Those above are what some people would say if been asked. If you ask me…

I’ll say, Sunshine Apartment, where I am supposed to live now. I’m a bit glad I have one expensive apartment as a place to cower from people’s eyes–they have been looking at me so strangely on my way here. As if everyone knows I’m not supposed to walk among them. But maybe I’m just imagining things, Acadasia’s city is a busy place, chasing times, so absolutely nothing to gain gazing at me.

We like to complicate the simple matter. Like a genius who builds a rocket to space when people ask for a paper airplane. Like thinking for days what your crush meant ‘K’ in your chatbox. Or like a security guard keeping his eyes on a person who got his room’s passcode wrong for the fifth time, even when he had been shown a legit Identity Card.

That’s what I’m in now.

“Sir,” the security guard in dark blue says with a troublesome look over my card’s profile. “even if you show me this, we still don’t know what the passcode you set. We never had.”

“Hey, same.” I say with a smile, “let’s figure out the passcode together, I’m thinking of 3012. What about you?”

“But sir, this is your room.”

“Oh, if that’s correct I’m supposed to get the passcode right.” I pushed the buttons and tried 1111. It denies with a buzz.

“No dice,” I shrug innocently to the guard, “I may have forgotten the passcode, damn.”

He must have forgotten to laugh.

Exchanging joke with a security guard in front of 012’s door, classic. But the middle-aged man takes my joke seriously with a frown. Jeez, people should learn to have a bit of humor.

“Okay then, let’s not guess,” What’s the other way to open the door…Ha! “We’ll kick this door together, sounds good, eh?”

The security guard shook his head, “Sir, that’s not a good decision to make.”

“Oh come on, what’s the worse can happen?” I suggest. If we’re talking about losing money, I think I have that undercover. I’m a tutor in Acadasia High School, you know? Even Sohee that could instantly calculate the probability of the gamble I made, couldn’t put it in number.

But he doesn’t to be a lot more convinced, “the resident around would make a complaint if we go by that.”

I sigh, this going to be a long evening. I don’t want to be stuck outside and died of cold and hunger and worst, tomorrow I have to get ready for my first study session with the girls, which I very much doubt I can handle. “I don’t have any other choice,” I say.

The guard then suggest and, I can tell this had been on the edge of his lips for a while now, “you can call your sister.”

But to his demise, I also forgot my phone’s pin passcode. Blame it on Life and Death, She doesn’t prepare me with much information. Heck, they even took a big part of my years’ memories.

I show him the card.

He pushed it away, “if you can’t solve this tonight, I have to take you to our security room.”

“But I’m a resident here.”

“You put the wrong passcode more than five-time already, sir. We have every right to suspect you as a…” he thought of words, “risk.”

Woah, even an ordinary living human calls me a risk as Death who can create an instant death pill.

“How’d you know I have a sister?” I say, beating in his game of who’s the bad guy now.

He doesn’t seem to be flustered, “sir, your sister–”

I don’t have a sister but if he put it that way I couldn’t help getting personal.

Are they dating? Seeing each other? What could be said from the fat lips of him? I didn’t put NTR tag in my life I can tell you that much–well, at least in my past life. Oh god, I don’t want to be NTR’ed in this life.

But who’s sister?

His voice continues, “–every evening–”

My sister? I clenched my fist, ready to blow the shit out of the possible coming tag.

“–ask me if you ever bring someone else approximately a woman, in your room or not.”

I release my grip and scratches my arm, “oh, Lilly does that? Man, she’s a bit too paranoid.” Now I know to never bring someone approximately a woman in our house. Hmm, how much should a love hotel cost here I wonder?

“Sir,” he begins.

“Don’t call me sir.”

“Okay then, Mr

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if you please come with me to the security room.”

Figure as much, I can’t hear him saying my name. I look down my IC and all I can see is discorded numbers flying over the characters.

Before I can pointlessly defend myself, a familiar voice to ears yet foreign to memory appeared from behind us.

A sharp eyes girl wearing a middle school uniform, hanging her bag around her shoulder walk to us down the hallway. Her eyes daggers but my body reacts normally as if it had gone thousand of torture from the pair.

Her cute step halts, “What’s happening here? Wen, what are you doing outside?”

Wen? I turn to the guard but he gives me a confused look. I point at myself.

The girl tilts her head, “are you serious or trying to be funny now? Hold this.” She throws me the bag.

I catch it and the girl approachess the guard.

“So,” she begins, “did you catch the man who tried to open our door with a wrong passcode?”

The guard nods, “I did, Miss Lilly. In fact, he’s standing behind you right now.”

Lilly twirls back and studies my face, cocking her head. “But this is my brother.”

“That’s what I thought too.”

Lilly jabs a finger through my chest, “are you, my brother?”

How can I prove to her I am in his body but lie I’m another spirit. I reckon it must take a harder prove than just my look and appearance. Oh, luckily I do remember a certain behavior the body reacted in the reconcile room when a pretty girl gave it a smug. “I have a fendom collection.” That’s about right.

Lilly slumps her shoulder and turns around. The guard’s as weird out like her,

“Yeah, that’s my brother all right, all honest and direct.”

Glad we have the same trait, Mr old user.

The guard’s hesitation is to look the last minute at me and then he finally bows down, saying if it’s fine now then there’d be no trouble, and left the floor.

Glad that’s over. Now I have to deal with those angry eyes.

“Nice evening,” I say.

“Nice my ass!” she shouts, “I left my friend at the convenience store just to have deal with this, you putting the wrong passcode and act all suspiciously.”

“I forgot the passcode.”

She looks could have some slap on the forehead, “you, forgot? Is the ability from third place as the smartest student three years ago had expired.”

More like shifted to the third smartest fraud ever. “You know what they say,” I think for an excuse, “you forgot something that’s not important anymore.”

She squints her eyes, “how’s your birth date not important anymore?”

Oh, shit.

“Why didn’t you try to call me?”

But I don’t have to deal with explaining anymore it seems when Lilly groans and said.

“You know what, don’t bother. It’s 1107, the door passcode, that’s the eleventh of July. Please write it somewhere next time. Clean the house if you can, my friend is staying over.”

She twirls around and makes haste past the elevator and down the stairs. So that’s Lilly, huh. I knew her name from memory and her strict and unfriendly character. To hear her saying the sentence ‘I have a friend coming over’ could be a shocking thing to her real brother.

But I just couldn’t care what happened to her, I wouldn’t cry or worry, though society expects I should.

1107. Beep.

I walked into the apartment room.