The next day was Thursday.
Since I'd sent the photo in advance, the morning meeting
went smoothly. Hinami listened to me give a rough overview
of my conversation with Mimimi, told me to keep up the
hard work on both assignments, and let me go. Also, she told
me I "have the right attitude," but I didn't really know what
that meant.
Later, during the break before we switched classrooms, I
went to the library and stood nervously in front of the door
again.
Last time, Kikuchi-san had confided in me.
"If you don't mind, there's something I want you to see…"
"I…wrote a new book. I thought…"
Going by that, she was probably going to give me the
manuscript today. I was super nervous, but I bet Kikuchisan was a hundred times more nervous to be showing me
what she'd written. I should act as confident as possible—but
the sense of having a mission to fulfill just made me more
apprehensive.
When I opened the door to the library, I saw Kikuchi-san
jump slightly, like a little dog who had just found a bone
hidden in the ground. Her anxiety was easy to see.
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I walked over to her (well aware that I was walking a little
stiffly) and sat down.
"H-hello."
"Um, hello."
Our greeting was a little shakier than usual.
I glanced at her. She was holding an ancient book
imprinted with a holy seal in both her hands— Er, no, it was
probably the manuscript she had written.
I waited for her to make a move. Trying to hurry this
along was definitely not the way to go.
"Here!!"
Suddenly, she thrust the book at me, speaking at full
volume. She looked surprised by how loud she was. Then she
went silent again, her lips quivering.
"If it's not too much trouble, w-would you…?"
When I took the pile of papers, she withdrew her hands
abruptly. Then she rested them on her skirt, her fingers
twined together. A short, awkward silence followed.
"…Y-yeah, of course. You want me to read it and tell you
what I think, right?"
"Mm-hmm…," she said, barely audible. She wasn't as puttogether as she usually was, her bangs falling loosely over
her eyes and partially hiding them. From what I could see,
her eyes looked anxious and slightly moist, as fragile as a
sandcastle that crumbles at the lightest touch. Crap, what is
going on? I was feeling strangely protective.
But I couldn't find the right words, so I sat there feeling
lost.
"Th…th…th…"
"…Huh?"
Kikuchi-san was stuttering now. "This is the first time!!"
Once again, her voice was at full volume. The only levels
available to her right now seemed to be zero or one hundred.
Like before, she looked surprised by her own loudness.
"Th-this is the first time I've shown it to anyone, so please
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go easy on me…"
"Y-yeah, for sure." I nodded slowly, trying not to react
awkwardly to Kikuchi-san's obvious nervousness.
Her chair clattered as she got to her feet, even though it
was much earlier than she usually left the library.
"O-okay, bye…!"
"Uh, okay. Bye."
With that, she walked away. All I could do was sit there
alone as she pattered out of the room.
I felt strangely restless. Part of it was the way she stole my
heart like a soft little forest creature, but that wasn't all.
I was curious what secrets the manuscript held within.
* * *
School normally ended after sixth period, but that day, we
had a special seventh period to talk about the festival as a
whole class. We were right in the middle of the discussion.
Apparently, we would be staying late every day from this
point on to get ready for the festival. Things were really
gearing up now.
All eight committee members were standing in front of
the blackboard.
"Okay, we'll start by deciding on our plans for the
performance."
Since Izumi was now chair of the entire organizing
committee, she was leading the class discussion instead of
Mimimi today. She seemed a little unused to the role, but
the nature of her leadership was already taking shape. A
testament to her communication skills.
The current item on the docket was our performance in
the gym, which we'd decided to take on the other day
without any specific plan. What should we do? I had to make
some suggestions, but there wasn't anything I was really
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interested in.
Izumi rested her hands on the podium and leaned
forward, addressing the whole class. "Does anyone have an
idea?"
"I wanna do a comedy routine!"
The person who raised her hand was a member of the
committee—Mimimi. Geez, she has no sense of restraint.
"A-a comedy routine? You think we can pull that off?"
Izumi asked timidly.
"No problem! Just leave it to me!"
"Um…"
"I'm on it!"
She sounded extremely confident, which was actually a
little scary. The rest of the class was giggling. Still, Mimimi
loved comedy.
One of the other girls on the committee wrote comedy
routine on the blackboard, giggling herself.
"Okay, so we have one idea. Anything else?" Izumi asked
the class.
A few hands went up, and people suggested skits, a
fashion show, and karaoke. Karaoke? Really?
I definitely wanted to shoot down the comedy routine. If
we did that idea, I was sure Mimimi would say, The Brain
would be the perfect straight man! And then Hinami would
tell me I had to do it, so I wouldn't be able to say no.
"Is that all?" Izumi asked.
No one raised their hand. Performances were harder to
envision than a booth.
"…Okay, then we'll vote!"
Everyone would get to cast one vote for either the comedy
routine, the skit, the fashion show, or karaoke.
"First…" Izumi started taking a count of raised hands. The
skit ended up getting eleven votes, and karaoke got ten, so
we decided to have another discussion and then vote again
on those two. The comedy routine only got four votes. Don't
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be too sad, Mimimi.
But really, how would we even do karaoke? The person
who suggested it seemed to have raised their hand just
because they were excited about the idea. Was it actually
feasible? I decided to speak up, partly because of my
assignment. I still hadn't gained much of my EXP from
talking in front of the class, and I wanted to share my own
thoughts as much as possible.
I calmed my nerves, planned out a natural-sounding
sentence in my head, and spoke a little louder than normal.
"Um, with karaoke, are we imagining someone standing
up on stage to sing with music in the background?"
"Yeah, I think so…," Izumi said, but I still wasn't sure
what the plan was.
"So…who would be singing?"
"Oh, that's a good question!"
"Kinda, yeah."
Had she not thought about that?
Mizusawa and Mimimi giggled at my little jab. Not many
other people were smiling. Man, they were cold.
"Okay, let's ask. Who wants to sing?"
"Me!" Takei was the only one who raised his hand. Well,
that tracks.
"No one else?"
We had only one volunteer, and he was way too happy
about it. Come on, it still wasn't in the bag!
Izumi looked up at Mizusawa anxiously. "What about you,
Hiro?! You're a great singer!"
"Nope, I'll pass."
"Oh, okay."
That took some of the wind out her sails. Yeah, this was
turning out just like I suspected.
I turned to Izumi again. I could feel everyone watching us,
but I made an effort to keep my voice steady.
"…So karaoke would basically be a one-man show for
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Takei?"
"Uh, I guess?" Izumi said nervously, turning back to the
class. Everyone was smiling awkwardly; they realized this
wasn't going to work.
"Okay then, let's take another vote," she said.
The results were three votes for karaoke and the rest for a
skit. Which was good, but why did anyone beside Takei
choose karaoke? They were from the same jock group as he
was, so maybe they thought it would be funny to make him
sing. And they were right; it'd be hilarious, but let's give it
up, guys.
"Great, so we're doing a skit!"
"What? No way! That sucks!"
Takei face-palmed theatrically, which made everyone
laugh. His karaoke dreams may have been crushed, but ever
since we'd started this festival prep, he seemed to be having
the time of his life.
Mizusawa smoothly jumped in. "But what will our skit
be?"
Izumi thought about it for a minute. "R-Romeo and
Juliet?"
"Ha-ha-ha. Sticking with the classics, huh?" Mizusawa
laughed lightly. Now that he said it, though, I realized the
options for a skit were endless. Classic, modern, or original?
We'd chosen a skit by process of elimination, but this was
actually going to be tough. Everyone seemed a little scared,
but there was nothing for it now but to make it work.
"But maybe we should stick with something familiar,"
Mimimi said.
"Yeah, probably."
The conversation was just veering in the direction of
doing a classic play, when…
…I sensed someone staring at me.
Predictably, it belonged to my Spartan master. Okay, I get
it. You want me to make a suggestion. Seriously, who sends
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messages by just glaring daggers at a person? Fine, fine.
I'll do it.
But what exactly was I supposed to do? Everyone was
saying they wanted to do a classic. That meant I had to steer
it toward something else…which left me with one option:
boldly suggest the opposite approach. Well, I was getting
more comfortable talking in front of the class. Here goes
nothing.
"Wait, if we're going to do this, don't you want to take the
plunge and do an original?!"
For a second, the whole class was silent.
And then—
"That's what I'm talkin' about, Farm Boy!"
—I was rescued by Takei's loud voice. Wow, I was not
expecting that. Takei as my savior?
"Didn't know you were that ambitious, Tomozaki!"
Mimimi sounded surprised. Okay, now everyone was
looking at me. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
I stood up super straight to make myself confident and
imagined my voice flying straight forward. "Yeah, guess so!"
"Well, if you want to do it that badly… Honestly, I'm good
with whatever," Mizusawa said, cackling. At least he was
being honest about not being invested.
Uh, or something like that.
"Yeah, why not do an original and leave the details to
Tomozaki?" Nakamura jumped in, too.
"Leave the details to Tomozaki"? What the hell? I was not
planning on that. Was this his way of dumping all the work
on me?
"Okay, then should we do an original directed by
Tomozaki?" Mimimi said teasingly.
D-director? Wait a second now—this is spinning out of
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control.
"What should we do? Should we see if there are any other
ideas, then take a vote?" Izumi asked the class.
"But I don't think anyone has an idea they really want to
do, right? So why not just go with an original?" Mizusawa
said, cackling again.
He was really backing up my suggestion of doing an
original, but what was he really thinking? Did he want to see
me in the role of director? I could imagine him trying to get
the most entertaining result out of this. I wish he'd stop with
that.
Izumi nodded and turned to the class again. "If no one
else has another suggestion, then we'll go with an original!
Anyone?"
No one spoke up, so there was no point in voting. We were
doing an original. W-wonder how this'll turn out. As an
assignment, it seems promising—just don't ask me about
the director part.
* * *
That day after school, a big group of us were walking home
together.
"I lost again?!"
"Better luck next time, Takei!"
Mimimi was teasing Takei after a round of rock-paperscissors.
Hinami, Mimimi, Tama-chan, Nakamura, Mizusawa,
Takei, and I were playing porter, that elementary school
game where the loser of a rock-paper-scissors match had to
carry everyone else's bags to the next telephone pole or
corner or whatever. Very nostalgic.
And the cold, harsh truth was that Takei had just lost four
times in a row.
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"Why me again?!" he howled, pressing a hand to his head
dramatically.
Well, the answer was simple. Takei always carried our
bags because he always went with rock when it mattered
most. He played normally when we were in a big group, but
when it came down to a runoff between two or three people,
he could only produce rocks for whatever reason.
At first, other people lost some rounds and had to carry
the bags, but the more we played, the more people started to
notice his fatal flaw, and now he was at four straight losses.
With only himself to blame.
"To that corner, please," Nakamura said, a little meanly.
"Dang it!" Takei sounded humiliated, but I could still tell
he was having fun. That was just how he was. "Oof!!!"
He heaved all our bags onto his shoulders and sped ahead
of the rest of us. Amazing horsepower.
"C'mon, man, hurry up!" the unburdened Nakamura said,
running alongside Takei.
Mimimi watched with glittering eyes. "Ooh, are we
racing?!"
"Yep, see ya!"
A second before Mimimi took off running, Mizusawa
sprinted ahead with a cool smile.
"Hey, false start!"
"Byeeee!"
"Et tu, Aoi?!"
Mimimi started to run a few paces behind Hinami and
Mizusawa. Everyone looked super happy racing down the
long, straight stretch.
"They sure have a lot of energy!"
Tama-chan was standing next to me, smiling. Huh. Was
this my chance? The only photo in my quest that I could take
on this walk home was the shot of Tama-chan making a
funny face, so the fact that we were alone together was a big
plus.
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"Yeah. You're not gonna join the race?"
She looked at the others with a placid expression. There
was no tension in her face at all; she was completely relaxed
and open. Until recently, I'd never seen her like this—before,
she was always somehow on guard.
"Nope." She spoke slowly, as if she was thinking aloud.
"Recently, I've felt more like I can just hang out without
doing stuff I'm not comfortable with."
"…Huh."
She gave me a confident look. "Thank you again!"
"Nah, you're the one who made it happen."
I meant it, too, but she sounded a little sullen when she
responded:
"Come on! I doubt I could have done any of that without
everything you taught me."
"I guess so…," I said hesitantly.
She pointed at me sharply, like she always did. "Just take
the compliment already!"
She was so completely herself, so completely honest that
it really blew me away.
I nodded slowly. "Okay. Thank you."
"Much better!"
She grinned, and it felt like sunshine.
Anyway, the assignment. How could I get her to make a
funny face? I was trying to think of something when I had a
realization.
Tama-chan and I had a particular way of communicating.
I looked her straight in the eye.
"Hey."
"What?"
I took out my phone. "So I got an Instagram, and I wanted
to post a picture of you making a funny face. Mind making
one for me?"
"What?!"
Yup. This approach always works well with Tama-chan. If
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my assignment is to take a picture of her making a funny
face, then I'd just ask her directly. Surefire.
"I thought it would be something different to post."
"Well, that's sudden."
"I know."
I looked steadily at her. It was so easy to talk like this
without any pretenses. She thought for a minute before
answering.
"Okay…that's fine."
She seemed confused that I'd asked so directly, but maybe
she couldn't think of a reason to say no. She showed up on
Hinami's Instagram sometimes, so she didn't seem opposed
to having her picture online.
Hinami probably wanted me to use my conversational
skills to get her to make a funny face, but our relationship
wasn't like that. Not bad, huh? Bet you never guessed I'd
ask her straight-out, eh, Hinami?
"Okay, great. I'll just take a couple."
We stopped walking and began a strange little photo
shoot.
"How's this?" Using her inborn potential to the full, she
made an adorable, hilarious face.
"Ha-ha-ha, that's awesome."
I took the shot. She looked like her sunny smile had just
exploded into a supernova. Very impressive facial muscles.
"Can I post this one?"
"Yeah, sure." She agreed immediately. Huh. Asking
directly is so easy.
"You do one, too, Tomozaki!"
She held up her phone. Huh? Me? I've never made a
funny face in my life.
But I couldn't exactly say no after asking her to do the
same thing, so I had to try…
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"O-okay."
I made my own version of a funny face, and she snapped a
photo.
"…Hmm." She looked at her phone and made a
noncommittal sound.
"Wh-what?"
"It's not very funny."
She showed me the photo, and I was definitely holding
back. Compared with her, I clearly had no idea what I was
doing.
"Y-yeah, this is kinda eh."
"All right. If you screw up your face like this…"
"Oh, okay…"
Suddenly, she was giving me a lecture on funny faces. Not
only was my student outdoing me, she was taking on my
role. Looking forward to future lessons, Tama-sensei.
* * *
That night, I was sitting at my desk, as I had been for the
past few hours.
"This is…"
In my hands was the one-centimeter-thick manuscript
Kikuchi-san had given me. I'd started reading around an
hour earlier, and I only had a few pages left.
"…Wow."
I was completely spellbound by her book.
To tell the truth, I don't read many things like this, and I
don't know about the finer points of story writing.
I love video games, but I don't watch a lot of narrative
stuff like anime or movies, so I can't really compare her book
to much else.
But I can say one thing.
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The stories Kikuchi-san created were gentle and warm.
The manuscript she gave me was made up of five short
stories with loosely connected themes.
The story of a human who hurt a mermaid in order to take
her tears, which were made of jewels.
The story of a boy and a half human, half beast who built
a relationship as they talked from either side of a large rock
blocking the mouth of a cave.
The story of a werewolf who yearned to be human after
his heart was stolen by the beauty of the moon reflected in a
lake.
The story of a robot maid to an aristocratic family who fell
in love with a tin toy.
All were set in fantasy worlds, and while they had
elements of harsh realism, they all ended on a gentle note.
They reflected Kikuchi-san's clear-eyed worldview and
how she saw everything without passing judgment, and that
made reading them very enjoyable. She was like an angel.
I was on the last story.
"On the Wings of the Unknown."
It was the tale of a girl who cared for a flying dragon in a
castle garden isolated from the world.
This was the gist of the story.
There once was a world where humans and dragons lived
together in harmony.
The land dragons, who ran on the ground, were raised by
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people to serve as their porters and means of transportation.
Because these dragons reproduced easily and ate anything,
they were used in many fields of work.
They grew to be the size of houses, and they shed their
skins many times along the way. That skin was used to make
clothes and other items. Its strength made it valuable in
many applications, so it was ubiquitous in the humans' lives.
The dragons were powerful, too, and if trained well, they had
the ability to perform repetitive tasks. They were used on
construction sites and other situations where great strength
was needed.
Dragons were a deeply ingrained part of everyday life.
But the flying dragons, on the other hand, were special.
Unlike the other dragons, they did not reproduce easily.
They only drank pure water and ate the fruit of trees fed by
this water, and they were fickle and hard to tame. They
weren't as resilient under stress, which made them difficult
to raise.
Yet the pure-white creatures were incredibly beautiful.
When they flew, their translucent wings caught the sunlight
and shone with a rainbow of colors. But most importantly,
this world had no airplanes or hot-air balloons, so the
royalty and aristocracy treasured them for their ability to
make the human dream of flight a reality.
The flying dragons were so delicate that the slightest error
in raising them could lead to their death. Not only that, but a
dragon that survived to adulthood would often be unable to
use its wings to fly.
When raising these creatures, one element was said to be
more important than anything else.
They must never be exposed to the impurities of the
world.
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The story had three main characters:
Libra, a curious commoner who was the son of a
locksmith and came to the castle regularly with his father.
Alucia, a strong-willed, quick-witted member of the royal
family who was directly in line to be queen.
And Kris, an orphan girl who grew up isolated in the
garden where she cared for flying dragons. She had been
allowed no human contact with anyone other than the royal
family since she was very young.
The tale began with a castle guard discovering a baby who
had been abandoned outside the castle. This was not so
unusual, perhaps because when parents were unable to care
for a child, they often thought the child would have a better
life if he or she were taken in by the castle. The guard told
the chancellor that he planned to "deal with" the baby as he
usually did.
But it so happened that at that particular time, the
chancellor was searching for someone unsullied by the
world's impurities, someone who could be locked away and
wouldn't be missed. Perhaps the orphaned baby could be the
dragon keeper.
The slaves already knew the impurities of the world. But if
the job was given to a member of the royal family, they
would have to be cut off from the world in order to stay pure.
It was common for royalty to leave the castle after
reaching a certain age, and the chancellor was not sure how
much worldly impurity was tolerable. Those with royal blood
were said to be pure, but how much could they interact with
the world without losing that purity? The line was not easy
to draw.
Ideally, a royal child would be isolated from birth, but of
course, no parents would allow such a thing.
And it was as the chancellor was considering this dilemma
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that the newborn, completely unsullied baby was left outside
the castle, with no parents or family to utter a word of
complaint. This was the perfect candidate for a dragon
keeper.
Fifteen years had passed since that day.
Libra, the would-be locksmith who lived in the castle
town, was headed to the castle with his father.
The royal family was a regular client of his father's, and
Libra—who was going to take over the family business in the
future—accompanied his father each time he went there in
order to learn the ins and outs of the job.
In the course of his trips to the castle to learn the
locksmith's craft, Libra began talking with Alucia, a young
girl just his age who was in line for the throne. They became
best friends.
Now Libra and Alucia were fifteen. Like many young
people of their age, they were overflowing with curiosity and
energy.
The castle had a number of areas where entrance was
strictly forbidden—perhaps it was only natural that they
were desperately inquisitive.
But the things they hoped to find—such as old torture
devices left over from a bygone era, or a book of magic with
the power to destroy the world, sealed away in some old
room—were completely lacking. The forbidden areas were
merely musty and dilapidated, kept hidden to prevent
visitors from seeing any shamefully imperfect sights. Of
course, the two teenagers did not know that.
One day, they slipped away from Libra's father and the
chancellor, who was overseeing his work, and using Libra's
lockpicking skills, they snuck through a locked door into that
old section of the castle.
They found the forbidden places to be much more
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ordinary than they had expected, but still, their hearts were
thrilled by the sense of adventure, and they explored the
whole castle.
Finally, their adventure was nearing its end.
They opened the large door leading to a garden that they
had been instructed to never, ever enter.
There, they encountered a pure-white dragon with
enormous wings, and a single orphan girl, whose skin was as
pale as her ward's and who knew nothing of the world.
"…Wow."
Like the other stories, I sensed Kikuchi-san's touch in
many places as I lost myself in the tale.
The characters seemed to be having so much fun that just
reading about them was enjoyable. I wasn't sure what was
different about this story. But compared with the other four,
the emotions of the characters seemed to flow effortlessly
into my mind.
I turned page after page—and then the story took a more
serious turn.
When it became known that Libra and Alucia had met
Kris, both intruders were caught, but Libra, the outsider,
was imprisoned in the castle dungeon.
As the keeper of the flying dragon, Kris had to avoid
becoming tainted by the world's impurities. But her
encounter with the common Libra was deemed a
contamination. What should their punishment be? How
should the impurity be removed? They awaited judgment.
Finally, the king—Alucia's father—concluded that Libra
must be sacrificed on the altar of the gods.
Those, of course, were only the fancy political words
devised to make the decision look better to the public; in
reality, he was to be executed.
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The rearing of flying dragons was a project of the utmost
importance to the kingdom. A great deal of money had been
spent preparing the garden and purchasing baby dragons.
Even the slightest risks had to be avoided so that the
investment did not go to waste, and if any action held the
tiniest possibility of cleansing the impurity, then it must be
implemented.
Thus, the execution. That was the decision of the king.
But the moment he announced it, Alucia spoke up.
"Father. Do you not remember?" she asked slowly.
"…Remember what?" Her father's eyebrows shot up.
"You have quite a few love children hidden away."
"Alucia…what are you saying?"
"Pardon me. I shall keep your secret from the public. In
exchange…there is something I would like you to hear. I
have learned Libra is actually one of those love children,
which means he is of the line of kings. And that means he
cannot contaminate the flying dragons."
Alucia's bluff turned her childhood best friend into a
temporary brother.
As Alucia's sibling, Libra was not viewed as impure, and
he was spared execution.
I was surprised that Kikuchi-san had come up with a
character who would blackmail her father with information
he did not want revealed and lie to him about her friend's
identity. She really did think about the darker side of the
world.
Libra was taken in by the royal family and charged with
caring for Kris. Basically, in exchange for being allowed to
live and adopted by the royal family, he was made to
perform an essentially unnecessary odd job.
Libra and Alucia made friends with Kris, who had never
had anyone care for her in her life, and after that, there were
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a few big events followed by periods of calm as the story
progressed toward its end. When I thought about the fact
that Kikuchi-san was the one writing about the romance
between the three, those scenes felt more vivid and fresh,
brief as they were.
I was reading the manuscript as a story, but it also felt a
little like spying on Kikuchi-san's heart. Finally, I turned the
last page.
"…What?"
The story was unfinished.
"This…can't be the end."
The page was blank, but clearly, the story wasn't over.
This wasn't merely an unresolved ending—several storylines
were cut off midway through.
Was it a mistake?
I considered asking Kikuchi-san about it over LINE, but it
was already after midnight, so I decided not to. She
definitely seemed like the early-to-bed, early-to-rise type.
"…Huh."
I put the manuscript in my bag, feeling vaguely
unsatisfied, then brushed my teeth, crawled into bed, and
closed my eyes.
How would the story of Kris, Libra, and Alucia end?
What kind of climax did Kikuchi-san have in mind?
As I lay there awake, I couldn't stop the questions from
spinning around in my mind.
* * *
At the next morning's meeting, I showed Hinami the picture
of Tama-chan and got a predictably sarcastic response.
"Finally, a photo that's not blurry."
Before I knew it, lunchtime had arrived.
"…Kikuchi-san."
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"Oh…yes?"
It was unusual for me to talk to Kikuchi-san at this time of
day. She sat behind me and over one row, so when fourth
period ended, I took about ten breaths to calm myself down,
then turned around and started a conversation to her right
away. I know taking ten breaths first isn't technically "right
away," but I did my best.
"Hey, um, can you talk right now?"
"Um, o-okay." She seemed a little flustered. It was the first
time I'd talked to her at lunch, after all.
But I wanted to have a real conversation, not just
exchange a few words between classes. All the stories she'd
given me were great, and I wanted to let her know.
"So, er…," I said, whispering so no one else could hear me.
"I read the book."
"You did?" she said, her eyes darting around. Finally, she
looked at me. "All of it…?"
"Um, yeah, all of it."
Did I read it too fast? Maybe she was thinking, I just gave
it to him yesterday, and he already read it? Is he desperate
or something? Hinami might say I came off as overeager.
"Th-thank you…"
But she just blushed and thanked me. I breathed a sigh of
relief. Good thing Kikuchi-san is an actual angel.
"I wanted to tell you what I thought…"
"Oh, yes…I'd like to hear it, too."
We both looked away from each other. What was this?
Kikuchi-san glanced around like a squirrel poking its head
out of its nest, held her breath for a second, then opened her
mouth a little.
"Then d-do you want to…eat lunch together?" she asked
haltingly. Her voice was shaky, and she had to pause for
breath, but it was still clear and beautiful as a bell. The light
in her eyes as they gently pierced me were as enchanting as a
pool of water sprinkled with flower petals in early afternoon.
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"Uh, okay. Let's go eat."
I was starting to hyperventilate a little, too, as I nodded.
Finally, I managed to take a deep breath and calm myself
down. Kikuchi-san was blushing. What was going on? I
definitely hadn't expected her to invite me to have lunch
together, so she'd already caught me off guard. Awfully sly
for an angel.
"Um, I'll get ready, then."
"O-okay."
I took my wallet out of my bag and turned to Kikuchi-san
again. She was ready, too, so the two of us walked to the
dining hall together. I had no idea what was going on, but I
felt really restless. Maybe because people were watching us.
Right. I was so caught up in trying to talk to her that I
completely forgot about what this might look like to
everyone else. No doubt Mizusawa would tease me about it
later. Man, I hope he doesn't find out.
* * *
"And when Andy held out the ferns right then, it was, like,
wow…"
We were sitting in the back of the cafeteria, where we
were less likely to be seen—Kikuchi-san and me, eating
lunch together. I'd bought some udon from the cafeteria,
and she had brought hers from home.
Obviously, we were talking about the stories she'd let me
read.
"O-oh."
"And the story about Wolfin…"
I was using the Tomozaki Method to the max—which was
to say, I was telling her exactly what I thought. I'd always
been good at that, and combined with the weapons I'd
picked up more recently, like vocal tone and expression, I
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was even better at it now. Maybe I should call this the
Tomozaki Method 2.0. No, maybe I wasn't there yet.
"I never guessed his dad was going to show up at the end!"
"Oh, that! I actually thought of that after I finished writing
and changed the ending."
"Really?"
"I thought it would be a weight off his mind…"
"Oh yeah! I definitely agree."
Kikuchi-san nodded shyly as she listened to me.
This was a bit different from our gentle time in the
library; it was livelier.
"And you'd think Lugor would be the one to break the
rock, since he's the beast-person, so when Mita did it as a
human, it was like, whoa."
"Oh, I know!"
"It was like he was breaking through the barrier between
their species by using intelligence instead of brute
strength…"
"Wow…I'm so happy you got that…"
I was telling Kikuchi-san my reactions to her stories,
which reflected her thoughts. And through her answers, I
was learning if I had guessed those thoughts correctly.
I wasn't talking about myself, but somehow, this was as
exciting as sharing secrets.
It was like we were able to understand each other just by
doing this.
"And then…!"
I was having so much fun that I started peppering her
with comments. She giggled, and the expression on her face
looked somehow grown-up.
"…Huh?"
She slowly placed her hands on her chest and smiled a
truly happy smile.
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"I'm so glad you read it."
Her smile was so perfect, it could have been created just
to melt my heart. I let it wrap around me like a pair of huge
wings from her back, dissolving me body and soul into
motes of glittering light that floated off to the Land of
Euphoria.
"Um, me too… Thanks for letting me read it."
The Land of Euphoria was made entirely of pleasant
warmth and gentle smiles, but for some reason, my whole
body was burning up. I hastily gulped down some water to
fix that, then took a long, slow breath and exhaled.
Then I remembered my question from the night before.
"Oh yeah. I wanted to ask you something…"
"What?" Kikuchi-san tilted her head at the precise angle
the gods had deemed most adorable.
"The last story didn't seem to have an ending. Why was
that?"
"Really?!" she said. "Do you mean the story about the
flying dragon?"
"Yeah."
She rested one finger on her lips. "I—I made a mistake."
"You did?"
She nodded. "It's not finished yet. It was in the same file
as the others… I must have printed it along with them
accidentally."
"Oh, that's what happened."
So she wrote multiple stories in the same Word file, or
whatever software she was using. When she printed them,
all the stories came out at once, including the one that was
incomplete.
"Yes…I should have left that one out."
"I guess…but…" I rested my chin on my hand. "I thought
that one was really interesting."
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Kikuchi-san nodded, apparently ashamed. "Th-thank
you… I'm sorry for giving you something unfinished to
read." She looked depressed.
I shook my head. "No, even if it wasn't finished, I really
liked it. I'm glad I got to read it."
"R-really?" She turned to me, brightening up a bit.
"I'm looking forward to reading the rest."
"Thank you."
I smiled at her as kindly as possible, channeling
Mizusawa's cool expression.
Kikuchi-san blinked a few times, then looked away
modestly. Huh? Did I do something wrong?
Finally, she slowly turned her gaze to me again, and this
time, her eyes were oddly serious. "Um, I was wondering…
Which part of the book stayed with you the most?"
"…Um…" I paused for just a moment, landing on an
answer faster than I expected.
There was no question—that last story had resonated
more than all the others.
"I'm not sure if this is the answer you want to hear, but…"
"…Yes?"
I returned Kikuchi-san's solemn gaze. "It was the
unfinished story—the one about the flying dragon."
Kikuchi-san widened her eyes in surprise. Her right eye
was the moon, and her left was the sun.
"When I was reading it, it was like the characters were
alive in my mind, or something…"
I was supposed to be good at speaking what I thought, but
parsing that abstract feeling into precise words was hard. I
didn't know how to get that across other than saying,
well…"I don't know how to explain it, but it was really good."
What was the name for that feeling?
As I read that story, a world formed in my mind with
strange effortlessness. The subtlest moods, the smell of the
earth, and the breath of the characters reached me through
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the page.
Simply by reading it, I was experiencing all the colors of
the story's world—
"…Oh." Suddenly, as I wandered through my thoughts, I
hit on it.
Kikuchi-san was waiting for me to go on, her expression
still serious.
"You told me something once before," I said.
"I did?"
I nodded. "You said when you read Andi's books, you see
the world he's created in your mind's eye, and that's what
you like about his work."
"…Yes, that's true." She smiled happily.
"When I read that last story of yours…"
"…Yes?"
And then I told her my realization exactly as it occurred to
me.
"…I saw everything in full color."
"…Really?"
She parted her lips slightly in surprise.
I took stock of the difference between my feelings and my
words, speaking bit by bit to gradually filter out anything
that didn't line up.
"Yeah. That's really what it was like. While I was reading,
a film was just…playing in my mind. The characters felt so
real, and it was like I wanted to help them somehow… Yeah!
It was like I wanted to go there myself!"
I was getting more excited as I found the right words to
communicate.
"Ever since we started talking, I've been reading Andi's
books, right? I was never really into reading, but I started to
like his stuff."
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"…Uh-huh." She nodded slowly.
"His books are about fantasy worlds, but they're so gentle.
The characters feel so familiar—kinda cynical, but you can't
help caring about them anyway…!"
I looked at the manuscript laying on the table.
"And that's how I felt about your last story!"
I ended on a very forceful note.
"Basically…I really liked it."
Yeah, I know I got too worked up. I was talking pretty
loud there at the end. It's that nerdy side of me; I always talk
too much about stuff I like.
I looked back up at Kikuchi-san, slightly ashamed of
myself.
—Huh?!
Her eyes were filled with tears!
"Wh-what's wrong?!"
I was freaking out. What the heck what the heck what the
heck? How did I just end up making a girl cry when we're
alone together? This is like one of those mega-super-hard
optional dungeons! I don't have the levels for this! I mean,
why was she crying? Was my nerdiness so overpowering that
it brought her to tears? She was right there in front of me
feeling sad, and if there was some way, any way, to take
away her pain, I wanted to do it, but how? What am I even
talking about?
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Then, inexplicably, Kikuchi-san apologized. "Um…I'm
sorry."
"…You're sorry? About what?"
She sniffled and rubbed her eyes. Apparently, there
weren't enough tears pooled up to overflow. M-maybe that
was a good sign?
"Uh, um…"
"Uh-huh?"
She had calmed down now, and as she was searching for
words, she didn't look the least bit sad.
"I've loved Andi's books for forever, and I've always
wanted to write something like that myself… I really do
mean 'always.'"
"…Uh-huh…"
It was like she was reflecting on her whole life so far.
"I love the atmosphere of his worlds, and his characters…
I think that's what I wanted to create…" She smiled, her eyes
moist and filled with emotion. "I know it's still not done, but
for you to read it and say it's similar to his books… I'm so
happy," she said, as if she was savoring the words, and
placed her hands gently on the manuscript.
"…Oh."
I took it all in for a moment, then silently looked at her
hands, which were resting on the sheaf of papers.
At her long, slender fingers and her neatly trimmed, palepink nails.
At her skin, as fine and white as fresh snow.
She had created that story with those fingers.
"Kikuchi-san, I was thinking…"
My mouth was moving of its own will…
"Maybe you could use that last story…"
…because this was what I really, truly wanted.
"…to write the class play?"