Second Road

Episode 26: Some facts

"So, do you want to try this method?"

That last sentence echoed in my ear. As if that would be a new beginning for me.

"What will this method be like? Is that hard?" My toot.

Grandfather grabbed a stack of paper that was on the table, then put it together with staples.

He opened the front one or two pages of the sheet. His eyes read the sentence in it. I don't know what's written there.

"Not much different from what I used to do once a week in the last few months. It's just, with a better formula." Grandpa answered with a straight.

"Over the past week, I've been working with some of my colleagues to develop this formula. We studied your blood samples further." Unmistakably.

"Ah, don't worry about your identity. I didn't tell them anything. Then, there are some facts about your body that I just obtained." Further.

When I heard that sentence, my head was immediately filled with various questions.

Would I be happy to hear that fact? Is that something that matters? And is that a bad thing?

"You know, if you can't grow up because there are substances that inhibit your growth?" Grandpa said as he grabbed the porcelain mug next to his computer.

He drank the contents of the mig one sip, then put it again into its original position.

I nodded, echoing grandfather's previous question. And it was my grandfather who first said that to me. Of course I always remember.

Therefore, my body did not grow, even though I was fourteen years old. My body is short and my appearance looks like a twelve-year-old.

Let me tell you one more thing. As of now, I still have some milk teeth that have not changed into adult teeth.

That sucks, people keep saying I'm cute. And I am a man, not all men are happy if he is considered like that.

If I were a girl, maybe I'd be happy if some people called me cute or sweet. But, hey! I'm a real man.

"If examined again, it seems that it is not a growth inhibitor. It could be said that it is a kind of high dose aging inhibitor." Obviously grandpa.

Both my eyeballs are growing. It never occurred to me to anything like that. Then, what does it mean with high dose aging inhibitors?

Are the people in Chincilla who made me their experiment crazy? Do they just want to make some kind of anti-aging cosmetics or something?

Though I've been thinking about the more serious things that became their operational targets.

Well, think of it like the development of a health serum or medicine to increase the strength of the body.

Did I just think too far that I was important?

"That's all?" I finally opened my voice.

Where my mind has flown. And the most important thing I want to know is not about the effects of such an effect.

"There are a few more things, do you remember how you ran away from chincilla first? And do you remember how you were when I found you in the closet?" Grandpa said again.

Oh, how could I forget about those two things. Running from a large research center like chincilla was no easy job.

There's a lot of things to bet on for that. I managed to run away from there and it wasn't with my consciousness.

I told you before, right? When I run from there, it's like someone's controlling me. You could say that I was led by something I didn't know what it was.

"I remember, but what does that have to do with when Grandpa found me in the closet?" I'm confused.

Grandpa's office was empty because there was only me and grandpa here. The sound of clockwork ticking sounded clearer so the sunyinya.

"Simple, you said you've been living in a closet for a week, right? And there's something else we don't realize." Grandpa continued.

That's right, I hid in a closet for about a week there. I lived there with a body full of wounds and pain that I kept on enduring for days.

"Look, I couldn't realize you were there when you were in my house. And I still remember that your body is full of wounds that still haven't healed even though you've had them for a long time. And when I treat them, they heal fast." Obviously grandpa.

Is that a good thing? I never even thought about it. Is that all the effect too?

"And do you know what that all means?" Now it was my grandfather who asked me a question.

Uh, wait a minute. Looks like there's someone other than me and grandfather in this room.

My eyes scanned all over the room, and sure enough, I saw the tip of the blond hair sticking out from near the door of the room.

I think I know who that guy is.

"Allen?"

The blond man finally walked out from behind the door. Let me guess, he must have eavesdropped on our conversation.

Does he know everything? Will this end up complicated? And am I gonna be okay?

And it's not hard to know if someone's watching you or not.

I read a book once. In the book, it is written that humans can feel if something is paying attention to it consciously or not.

Like there's a wave emanating from people watching you. You must have suddenly felt someone looking at you or watching you, right?

And sometimes when you look at that person, he does notice you. And have you ever woken up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason?

It's because your body received the wave I mean, which means someone is watching you. And if you can't see anyone there, then the one who's watching you isn't human.

What do you think was watching you at the time? I don't know, I don't want to scare your son. It's just.hate heart.

And a question mark to me, why didn't Grandpa ever tell Allen about my problems?

"You noticed me, yeah. I thought you had a secret, and you hid it." He said while glancing at me.

"There's no way Grandpa adopted you from an orphanage just because he's lonely." Allen.

Grandpa who adopted me as his grandson because he was lonely has been used as a reason why grandfather adopted me. And about me being taken from the parlour is also a lie.

Funny right? Even in a family, lying is common. There are many things we hide sometimes.

From small things to big things, there are many lies that we constantly tell. One or two of those lies are not important, and a few are big problems.

About the good or bad purpose of lying, no one can tell the difference. Lies are lies.

I don't know what to say about Allen. If it had been like this, would grandfather have given it to him?

"And grandpa, why didn't you ever tell me?" His words were murmuring.

From the radiance of his eyes, I knew that he was a little angry about this. He may be upset that his grandfather kept a secret from him.

And that secret is also about me. Will she hate me again after this? Is it possible that he thinks that since I've been here, I've taken one of his family?

I think Grandpa is Allen's closest family. His father and mother were always away from him, well, that's why.

"It's not something you should know." Grandfather answered Allen calmly.

"Why? Why can't I know? This kind of thing, according to grandfather what people want from him? It's a big thing." Allen clearly seemed unacceptable if he was not told.

"Have you heard everything?" I'm talking too.

Allen nodded with an expression on his face that now looked flat, just like the first time I met him.

"Because I've already heard, why not just say everything?" Added Allen.

"But, Allen. Maybe it's not the right time, there's something else I need to work on with Haru." Grandpa tried to explain.

And it seems, it does not reduce the stubbornness of Allen who still wants to know about what he has missed so far.

"Then continue in front of me. Let me know this. It's about my sister, I need to know." Firm Allen.

Oh, and I can barely believe what I just heard. He called me his sister? Is he really serious?

I think he'll hate me soon. But, he said that instead, does he really think of me? Come on, I haven't even known her in a week.

"Alright, if that's what you want." Grandfather exhaled slowly, finally he relented with Allen.