HIBARA
THE SIGHT OF the classroom of Grade 10 Section I was very displeasing to the eyes. It made me grimace as soon as I stepped into the room with Major Vargas following behind. Not to mention, the noise that echoed in my ears was more than enough to pound my head.
However, this bunch of annoying children can move like trained ninjas when a teacher is about to arrive. Everything, then, would be back to where it should be.
A pale female with long hair walked towards us—our Class Monitor and my seatmate—Loiella Casis.
“There’s only five minutes before the class starts,” she said and then glanced at the student behind me. “Luke, I’ve already marked you present. Take your seat.”
“Thanks, Ella!” The Major beamed and then jogged to his seat in the back row.
“You’re the transferee from last week, right?” Loiella turned to me.
“Yeah,” I blandly answered.
“I didn’t catch your name. You’re not talking to me even if we’re seatmates. Please don’t be offended. Just tell me your name so I can write it down here in our attendance folder.”
"I’m not in any way offended. I’m Hibara.”
The attendance folder is a list of students in a class and it is a monthly record of lateness, absence, and presence. Their names were printed in alphabetical order of surnames but since I am a transferee, my name is not on the list.
She wrote my name right below the last printed name on the attendance folder and I noticed the spelling to be mistaken.
"H-I-B-A-R-A is the spelling. If you don’t get that—Hotel, India, Bravo, Alpha, Recto, Alpha—is the spelling.”
And, as she wrote a letter A right after H, I knew she deserved to see me scowling. “Excuse me? I am not a fictional character from that detective show."
She apologized and borrowed a correction tape from a tan-skinned female with long hair and bangs. If I recall correctly, she is Michiko Rozwell, the daughter of the owners of Rozwell Compound. In short, she’s a rich kid and is also a bookworm based on her collections. I didn’t even need to visit her house to know that fact. I deduced it when I noticed that she brings different books to school each day.
Don’t get me wrong. I honestly don’t bother myself recalling unimportant figures, but Michiko’s social status makes her a hotshot in the eyes of criminals. Therefore, as a responsible citizen of this wretched country, I shall look out for her.
After our dear Class Monitor corrected my name, we walked together to the second row.
“Okay,” Loiella breathed as she sat down.
I placed my mint handbag beside me and mentally prepared myself to be lectured on things I already know about. However, this seatmate of mine decided to speak and disturb my train of thought.
“I’ll always talk to you even if you don’t respond, just so I can remember your name. And then, may I ask you something?”
I turned my head, facing her. “What is it?”
She glanced at the identification hanging around my neck. “Are you hiding your name because your family is some sort of illegal mafia?”
I stifled a laugh. “You’re asking the wrong person. Trust me.”
“So, you’re not mafia but someone else here is a mafia member?”
“I’m meant to say nothing regarding that matter.”
“You know who they are!” she whined and I rolled my eyes at her childish behavior.
“Duh, of course.” Why wouldn’t I know? It’s so easy to deduce.
Then, she huffed. “Your ID only states ‘Hibara W. C.’.”
I placed my elbow on my desk and my chin on my palm. “And?”
“Well, I don’t know your surname . . . but I’m assuming it’s with C and A . . . because we are seatmates.”
I stared at her in disbelief. “That’s all you have to say?” What a waste of my time.
Saved by the circumstance, our MAPEH teacher, Mrs. Andrea Torres entered the classroom.
She greeted us with a good morning, which we returned. And then, she let us take our seats.
After we were properly seated, Mrs. Torres said, "Class, please fall in line alphabetically. We will be having our P.E. class today and you need to change to your P.E. uniform."
You told us to sit and then tell us to fall in line. Are you playing with us?
But anyway, we followed and lined up by the hallway outside our classroom, Room 401. We will be heading to the Junior High Locker Rooms located on the third floor in 306 to 308. We kept our line as we arrived at the destination.
Our surprisingly very small number of boys, which is seven, went in first, followed by the A girls, B, and finally C.
I opened my locker labeled number 68 and took out my P.E. uniform and rubber shoes. As I did, I couldn’t help but notice a blonde head walking 'round and 'round the locker room.
He’s already wearing his P.E. uniform, his round eyeglasses hanging on the shirt. Oddly, he only has socks on his feet.
I asked, "What’s the matter, Esmilzo?"
He is Esmilzo Dy. You can easily distinguish him in our class because he’s the only blonde guy—which also made me recall his name. Do not be fooled by his handsome looks; he likes those who are handsome as well. Whoops, he doesn’t even know that I know. Hah, the science of deduction.
“My rubber shoes are missing! Someone must have taken it from my locker. The key is still with me so they possibly picked my padlock,” he answered, still roaming around the locker room.
“You know what, I’m getting dizzy watching you go round and round the garden like a teddy bear,” I said and he sat down on one of the benches located in the middle of the room.
Once settled, I offered, “I can help you. Where’s your locker?”
Esmilzo pointed to locker number 94 which is at the top layer of the four rows of lockers.
I reached for the padlock and inspected it using the pocket magnifying glass I always carry. He was right. There were scratches around the keyhole and it’s obvious that the one who took his shoes is not used to doing lock picking.
“What do they look like?” I asked while handing him the padlock I’d finished inspecting.
“It’s an original brand, color gray, and with black details. It was so expensive that I couldn’t afford to buy it myself. I asked for it from my godmother as a gift. I’m really frustrated!” Esmilzo described and explained how important the shoes are to him. I can now imagine how frustrated he must be.
I placed my shoes in front of him. “For today’s P.E., use mine. I haven’t even changed to my P.E. uniform and now I think I will not change anymore.”
I opened my locker and returned my shirt and jogging pants. He’s probably going to ask why, so I’ll give my answer in advance. “I’ll be looking for your shoes so I’ll skip the class. This Lock Picked Locker case is far more exciting than doing lame exercises.”
He looked at me and then at the shoes in front of him. "Your shoes don’t look like for girls. Thank you for lending them to me, Hibara. Good thing I have small feet." He chuckled and began to wear my shoes on his feet.
“Shoes with striking colors are not my type, especially pink,” I replied.
While he was tying the laces of my shoes, I asked, “Anyway, back to the case. Do you suspect anyone who might have stolen your shoes? They may be someone who showed envy at you for having such an expensive item or secretly staring at your shoes when you’re wearing them?”
“Toto told me Thursday last week that he likes my shoes because they’re good-looking. But if I am the detective, I’ll cross him out of the suspect list,” he said and the last sentence got me raising a brow.
"Why would you do such a decision?"
“In my view, what kind of thief would come to your house, knock on your door, and announce, ‘Hi, we’re going to steal from you!’? Wouldn’t they look dumb?” Esmilzo reasoned. Hmm. . . .
I can’t deny he’s got a point there, but I still need to talk to Toto. His statement is not enough to prove that the guy must be crossed off the list.
"We still need to interrogate him, just to be sure that he's innocent. Who are your other suspects?" I told him while also thinking about who those people capable of lock picking are, except for me.
Of course, I already have my Master’s Degree in that field. If I were the thief, I wouldn’t be leaving any traces of lock picking like those scratches I found on his locker’s padlock.
“Maybe . . . Levy. I kinda noticed him staring at my shoes or at me if I’m wearing them. He moves his gaze away when I look at him. Now that my shoes are gone, I couldn’t help but feel suspicious about his actions,” he spoke in a way that his words become heavier and heavier by the end of the sentence.
“Alright . . . What if the thief is a female? Do you have anyone? Both your suspects are males,” I suggested and then he fell into deep thought.
“If it’s female. . . . Irish! It must be Irish, the shortest kid in our section. Since I got those shoes, she’d been talking non-stop about some kind of shoes she wanted to buy but someone beat her to it. Right now, I’m suddenly feeling that maybe she’s talking about mine!” Esmilzo stated as he threw a death glare at the door that closed behind the very girl we were talking about: Irish Francisco.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, he looked at me and said, “Why am I even telling you all this? And why are you saying that you’re more interested in helping me find my shoes rather than joining the P.E. class? I should’ve just gone straight to The Forensic Club and referred my case.”
I got slightly irritated with that last sentence. Just slightly.
"I will handle your case. You won’t need those detective wannabes.” I placed my right hand on my heart as if I was going to sing the national anthem of the country. “I am the former president of the CSD Detective Club.”
Esmilzo’s eyes widened upon hearing the school’s initials come from my mouth. “You’re from CSD?!”
I nodded.
“CSD, as in . . . Colegio de Santo Domingo?”
I nodded once more. I swear, if this continues, I’ll rip his head off.
Finally, he did not repeat the same question. “What the fudge— you're brilliant!”
“I know,” I snickered arrogantly.
“Why did you transfer here? Nothing’s special here. CSD is a prestigious school and they have been rivals with AMU since . . . I don’t know when.”
“It’s boring there now. I have already captured and brought to jail the school’s Moriarty or in much simpler terms, the Napoleon of Crime,” I answered.
He opened his mouth and was about to throw another batch of questions when I shut him off. "By the way, shouldn’t you be at the gymnasium now? It’s just the two of us left here. If Mrs. Torres looks for me, tell her I’m solving a case.”
“W-Wait! Wait!”
“What?” This is seriously annoying now.
“Are you serious, Hibara? I’ll tell her you’re solving a case? You won’t be excused; you’re not a member of The Forensic—”
“Ah-ah-ah!” I cut him short. “Please don’t mention that disgusting club name or any of their members’ names in front of me. Those detective wannabes are nothing compared to my level. Also, the school personnel know that I am a detective! Mrs. Torres would definitely mark me excused in today’s P.E.”
I showed him my detective ID that was given after my batch's graduation from UFD and then placed it back in my wallet before continuing.
“Have you heard of the girl who jumped down our building?”
“Yeah, it’s like ‘the talk of the town’ thing today. Why?”
“What else do you know about the suicide case?”
“I heard that Jacob was outsmarted by a young female student— WAS THAT YOU?”
“Indeed, I am.” I smiled proudly.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, placing his hands on his head.
I sneered. “Oh, please! Don’t exaggerate. That case didn’t even need much of my abilities.”
“Why didn’t he just ask you to be part of his club?” he asked and I just shrugged.
“Well, maybe he didn’t want me overthrowing him as the club president or he enjoys having a rival. I bet on the latter.”
“If you solve my case, I’ll be on your side in this ‘battle of wits’, something.” He smiled.
"Hey, enough chatter! You’re very late now!" I hit him on the shoulder and laughed when he suddenly ran out of the locker room.
“Bye, Hibara! I’ll return your shoes tomorrow! I’ll wash it later! Thank you!” he shouted through the hallway.
HIBARAI SECRETLY MADE my way to the gymnasium. I am going to bump into Toto, Levy, and Irish, and give them an unexpected grilling. Oh, this is exciting!“Mrs. Torres, excuse me. May I go to the restroom?” Levy raised his hand. Hmm, I think I will be interrogating him first.I entered the male restroom and had to put up with the stench. Why do all the male restrooms I know reek of such smell? Maybe I’m just not used to it because I’m a female.From the cubicle, I saw Levy arrived and stood in front of the urinal. Shocks! I stepped back so I wouldn’t move the door. He might be suspicious if the door suddenly changed its position without anyone else entering the area. When I heard footsteps, I returned to my position and found Levy leaving the restroom!“Hold your position, Levy,” I announced my presence as I pushed the cubicle open.“AHH!
HIBARA “SEE YOU WHEN I see you, detective wannabe,” I smirked and left him standing there. When I arrived at the top, a female voice rang in my ear. "Yeah, I just stole seven original shoes. Selling these at their real prices would give me enough money to buy an elegant gown for the ball, Indigo." I leaned on the wall of the Sports Office. Its door was slightly opened. “Yes, yes. Black helped me in picking the locks,” the female voice spoke once more. She’s on the phone which is why I can’t hear the other end of the conversation. “Alright. I’ll send you pictures of the items.” I heard footsteps coming and the beeping sound of the call ending. I quickly and quietly rushed downstairs. I looked around to find an unfamiliar face but found none. I sighed. Looks like I got no other choice. “Jacob,” I called the man standing by the gymnasium’s entrance. “Wow. You didn’t call me a ‘detective wannabe’ now. You must need something,” he smirked and I rolled my eyes. “The last suspect that
HIBARA “LEVY TICCUS!! YOU said we’re going to take recess together!” Someone shouted from behind and suddenly there was another person dashing through the hallway. Was that Janden Vher? I think I also saw his photograph on the CAT Officers board. “You know why Levy ran. I saw you staring at him before he ran. What is it, Detective? Are you on another case that involves our classmates?” The Major said as he stood behind me. “Alright there, Major. How about you stop prying on my business or refrain from being stupid, stop asking, and start thinking?” I retorted without looking at him, then took the white folder from my desk and left the classroom. Of course, he’s gonna be following me. I smiled mischievously as I started running. “Hey!” He shouted as he chased me down the flight of stairs. “Detective! Stop running!” I stopped abruptly by the second floor and he lost his sense of gravity, thus failing to acknowledge the final three steps of stairs and thumping on the tiled hallway. I
HIBARA I PRESENTED MY ID as I reached Gate 1, which I calculated to be the nearest from Gate 5 and was also the roadside one. As soon as I got out, I looked around the vicinity, trying to deduce where they might have gone. I smirked as I thought of a place where they can enter without anyone asking if their classes are through. “Oh, hello… White and Black,” I greeted as I stood outside the noodle shop where they were sitting. They quickly stood up and dashed. I tackled Irish onto the ground but Levy managed to flee. “Do not try to escape now, Irish. You know you can’t,” I warned as I pulled her up and dragged her towards the nearest entrance, Gate 3. I presented my ID to the security and we entered the university. I brought her to the Campus Police Station and Chief Velasquez made her sit in one of the rooms. I passed by his desk to take the white folder I left and followed. “This is quite small for an In
LUKE MATTHEW BLACK AND WHITE Mystery… My very first case! I’ve never felt such tremendous adrenaline as when I went to rescue Janden. I want to feel it again; the rush, the thrill, and the way it felt like it’s just me against the world— it was amazing. And if this insulting, unpleasant child will give me this high school adventure I’ve been yearning for, then I’ll stick with her. Hibara White Cake is the detective; a magnet of tragedy after all. “Do we still need to attend classes? Why don’t we just proceed with the case?” I asked the Detective as we climbed up the stairs leading to the fourth floor. “Well, if you want to graduate, you know the answer. If you want to repeat, you still know. Besides, without Levy, we don’t have a good lead. If we can’t find him, we’ll just have to wait for the masquerade,” she answered and then entered the classroom. I sighed and followed after. “Why don
LUKE MATTHEW WE STOOD IN front of the huge Baskerville Apartments. There are six floors with five flats each. The address numbers of each floor are visible to the street. “It’s my first time here. I just know about this place because of the advertisements on the internet,” I said. “Well, I live there,” the Detective pointed at the second floor; “in the second unit of 21b.” The ground floor was 21a; the third was 21c, and so on. “You live here? Why are we led here by the code then?” “Levy must have visited my place or maybe he lives here. My bet is on the first one.” “You don’t know your neighbors, don’t you?” I teased but she didn’t seem to like it. “Detective?” She faced me, “I’m antisocial, isn’t it obvious? Moving on, we still have a mystery to solve,” and then entered the gates of Baskerville Apartments. I was about to follow when the security guard stopped me. “Log fir
LUKE MATTHEW “WHAT ON EARTH are you saying? That is preposterous! Don’t give me this kind of disagreeable information.” “But why, Miss Cake? Is the young detective afraid of the truth now? Didn’t your father tell you that when you have eliminated all which is impossible—” “—then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. I KNOW, DOCTOR! And it isn’t Dad; it’s from The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes.” “What’s going on?” I asked as I woke up from all the noise. I didn’t even notice that I fell asleep earlier. “Oh, did we wake you? Sorry about that, Major. I just had a talk with a demon!” The Detective spoke sarcastically. “A demon?” I asked, confused. I looked in her direction and she’s standing beside Dr. Marquez, one hand clutching her side and the other on the bed’s railings to support her balance. “I am pertaining to this doct
LUKE MATTHEW I RAN OUT of the street to the busy road and hailed a cab. It was just a few minutes past eight when I arrived at the mall and I still have enough time before nine strikes. I headed for the arcades, like what Mrs. Ticcus informed us. There were two here and I found Levy on the hoops of the first. I approached him as discreetly as possible. “You’re here for the masquerade invitation.” My eyes widened when Levy spoke. He faced me with a devilish smirk on his lips. “You won’t take it from me while I’m alive.” “Levy, let’s not make a scene here. Just hand over the invitation and we’ll end this criminal business you’re in. We’ll set you free!” I tried to talk to him but my words may have just fallen on deaf ears. “Set me free? from what? Did it not occur to you that maybe I joined because I wanted to? This is not as simple as you think, Luke. You and Hibara will find yourselves tangled in