"You slept a lot.
That was the first voice of the kid who had eyes with me.
For a moment, I thought about it with my mouth open without remembering anyone anywhere, but soon I remember that I was the kid I met yesterday.
"Why... Temehe is here.
What happened to yesterday's address, keep going and the kid will hold the other kid tight in both hands and tell me.
"Because this is where we live.
I don't know what that means. What happened to the place that was my former residence yesterday? In the worst mood since I woke up, I scratch my head and ask questions all I can think of. If it's true, I wanted to kick your ass like this without even asking why.
"Because I found it safest next to someone like you than any other address.
I don't even know what that means. Word goes on. The kid stood flat next to me and looked up to me, even if I obviously turned to kill him, stared at him, and struck him in the tongue.
"... what's with that little one?
The words I wanted to let him bathe were like mountains, but first I ask the kid who flickers into my sight just now. There are roughly three smaller kids. The little kid stares at me as if to look at something rare with his eyes round.
"... mine, the child who became my brother.
Is it someone else? Kid-to-kid settlements were not uncommon.
"Even though it's all about Temehe with all this sweeping up, what do you do with your n luggage?
"It's not luggage, it's the only family for me.... and without me, this child will be killed.
The kid bowing down answered strengthened his hand holding his brother tight. If you look closely, the kid's arm or his brother has a ton of moles on his face. Are they the ones who threw yesterday's stones, or are there others? Certainly a woman's kid or... especially one who's still dressed like three kids.
"So you're going to be able to protect me.
I can tell from the mole that he is his brother's shield. I don't give a shit, people like stone-throwing have fun with that, too.
"I can protect you from the next. 'Cause I just need to be by your side.
"Ha-ha-ha."
I accidentally raise my voice to the kid who says it's like it's already been decided. That means using my presence to avoid the others. I wanted to kick your ass, but my leg stopped on the verge. I tried to scream if he was being slaughtered, but I didn't hear a voice. Due to the contract, it's not easy to even be violent or even intimidating.
"Are you kidding me? I'm the one walking with the fucking kid!
"Don't worry about us. It's just that we're behind you on our own, so I don't mind if you think it's air.
It was enough for me now to be intimidated or cursed. But they always followed me no matter how much I shouted or shouted or yelled.
... at first I couldn't help but keep running away. Until a few days ago, I picked a bunch of kids about that, sold them, kicked them, stabbed them, killed them, this me. It's less than ten. Two fucking kids, yeah. I used my legs and abilities several times to sprinkle them, but I always found them the next day or the next. Ask him when it was and why he found it every time, and he says he walked around in the lower echelons. I also hoped that my appearance and figures would be easy to find.
After a week, things haven't changed... and the kids really just kept quiet about where I was going. I even had to look back. I decided it was the same as Aya, but even the noticeable appearance of brown skin was extra noticeable because of the two kids.
I can only earn a decent job because of the contract. I couldn't help but find it in a large civil rubble pickup business. If I only ate it that day, I would have picked it up. I bought food and water with the money I earned, and the kids were eating the dust I'd picked up while I was picking up the rubble. I had never been seen with an envious eye, nor had I ever been forced to share. Really, it's just being around.
So it's been a month, two months... three months.
I was also used to the presence of kids together.
"Hey, kid. Temee and the others are going to stick to me for how long.
That's what both the kids asked as they noticed and rolled onto the bunk. It was also the first time in three months that the two kids could talk to me. They turned their eyes round as surprised.
"... uh...... all the time?"
The kid stiffened with his mouth open and twisted his neck as it was. I was sick of leaking my voice at the kid's answer.
"Are you serious...
Give me a break. If I suck, will I really be haunted by him and the others for years?
"... is your brother,... Val, a name...?
My brother spoke to me for the first time. He seemed to talk to the kid sometimes, but this was the first time he'd talked to me. The mole on my face has also been largely pulled and I can see it properly.
"Uh?... what happened to that?
I look up and stare at my brother. Anyway, they called me while I was picking up the rubble. But you must have heard. My brother leaned down on my reply and hid behind the kid again. It's hard. The kid also murmured "Val..." with a small voice when he heard his brother's words.
For the first time, I realized that I had never heard them call each other names before. Beyond my bunk, I see all the kids wrapped in borough cloth. I never tried to come into my address at first, I was wrapped in cloth outside my address, but one day they were twitching inside my address to see if I was on track to not threaten or violence. Now they're all round the corner of my address. Uh-huh.
"... What are the names of Temehe and others?
It's just a whim. I didn't know his first name, that's all. But the kids both looked at my question and clogged their words. And the answer I got back after a while.
"... garbage?... scum?
"Cass...?... garbage?... Ah, otto.
I groan even more at the kid and my brother's answers. Apparently, the kids don't have a name. They kept the names they called around.
Give me a break, do I have to live with being a piece of trash forever from now on?
He exhales for a long time and drips up as he looks up at the worn ceiling. Think about it a little bit and point to the kid and his brother in turn as he leaks "Meow Meow Meow."
"... Sefek. Chemetho. Call each other that from now on.
The kids opened their eyes to my words, and they looked at me and each other.
"... Cefek,... Chemetho.
"... Chemetho.... Sefek...
Point to yourself, and point to the other person. Really? Remember one name at a time.
"... Um... why is Sefek Sefek and I'm Chemetho...?
I'm sick and tired of Chemetho asking me like I'm afraid, and I turn my back and fall asleep.
"... exotic language. Sefek is seven of the numbers, Chemetho is three, and he's about the same age as Temehe and others are today.
Words I learned from my father when I was a kid. All I could still remember in the end between the ages of six were simple words and numbers. "If you don't like it, think of a decent name in Temehe et al.," he says. Now it's time to meditate on his eyes. The kids didn't even respond to me as they were. "Seven..." "Three..." and you were just unhappy with the numbers, even whining about bumps until I fell asleep.
... Since the next day, the kids have been talking to me from themselves.
In such annoying days that I couldn't compare myself to the three months since we met, I wanted to kill both of the kids over and over again.