"So, then I asked the associate professor, 'Where are you right
now?' He said he was at the café in front of the station. And then he said,
'There's something I really need to finish right now, so can we push back
the time?' But when he replied, I was already at that café… I thought it was
weird, so I tried to casually ask him if he had gotten a good window seat,
and then he said, 'Yeah, I did.' He said, 'I'm sitting at a great seat by the
window, ha ha.' …But I was already sitting at the only window seat…"
"Oh ho. So he's already lying for no reason. That's no good."
"I was thinking he was probably meeting other women or something.
At the same time, it wasn't like we were actually dating yet, so I couldn't
just ask him about it out of the blue. I thought he might make great
boyfriend material, plus we're around the same age. I was thinking he
might have been sorting things out
before we could go official. Anyway, he told me he'd be late by an
hour, so I knew I couldn't stick around the café."
"You didn't want to let him know you were on to his lie."
"Right. We weren't at that stage where I could rock the boat. So,
anyway, I left the station and stepped into the rain. If I had an hour, I
thought I could go to a bookshop or look at clothes to pass the time. Um, it
was that Saturday when it was freezing…"
"Ahh, it was cold that day. The rain was so cold it was practically
close to turning into snow."
"Right. I only had a small umbrella, so my clothes and shoes got
soaking wet, and while I was walking, I was thinking, 'Well, what do I do
now?' and then…I saw him!"
"Oh ho! Where was he and what was he doing?!"
"He was gambling on slot machines!"
Uhh…
There was a slight commotion in class 2-C as they murmured in low
voices. The students had been chowing down heartily during lunch but
automatically stopped at the incredibly strange conversation currently being
broadcast over the loudspeakers.
"This is it, right? He should have been reading at the café, but you
caught him on the slots. He was playing slots even though you were
supposed to meet, to the point that he made his own date wait for him."
"So then I was thinking, 'This is way too much.' There are limits to
what you can ignore. I didn't want to hear his excuses, either, or hear him
lie, so I decided to wait for him to leave the building."
"You didn't think of marching in there?"
"Of course not. I wouldn't do that. I'm an adult. I just stood in the
rain, but he never left. An hour passed, but he still didn't leave. I was just
glued to the ground. There wasn't even an overhang. I was in the middle of
the street at eight o'clock at night. Thirty minutes passed and he still didn't
come out. He was already an hour late. I was like, he's not even going to
bother to tell me? Actually, were slot machines more important than me to
begin with? But the more I waited, the more I felt something dark building
up in me, and I couldn't bear going home frustrated and sad like that… It
was so cold, and I was more pitiful and miserable the colder it was, so I
thought he'd at least feel bad if he saw me…"
"Hmmm… So, you didn't get in contact?"
"I did…with my girlfriend. I was telling her, you won't believe what
the associate professor did to me, and I'm crying, what do I do~? Then I
realized something that changed everything…"
"It must have been a development that put you at the edge of your
seat, right?"
"Apparently Japanese universities don't even have associate
professors anymore… They call them senior lecturers now. Suddenly, I was
like, 'Who is this guy?' right?"
"Right. It's like everything you knew about him was suddenly
overturned."
"So then he ghosted me. But I finally got why everything was so
weird. It's because Mercury is in retrograde!"
"Oh…Mercury is…"
"Right! Mercury is! When Mercury is in retrograde, your computer
breaks or things you thought would happen end up coming late! So once
things are back in order—oh, it's supposed to be at the beginning of next
year—I think he'll get in contact with me again! Don't you think he will?
You think so, too, right?"
"Well…yeah, that is something, honestly I think…maybe you should
pass on this guy?"
"If there ever is a next guy! But that's not the point! It's not! En-neeway, I just wanted to give him a piece of my mind! Hraagh!"
"Oh. Oh, ahh…if you strain yourself like that, you'll make yourself
hyperventilate…"
"Right?! And then he came out of the gambling parlor, right?! And
then he saw me, right?! And then he isn't even surprised or awkward about
it, and the first thing that comes out of that guy's mouth is, 'So you were
following me?! So that's the kind of person you are! You're the worst!
That's why you're still single at your age!' That was what he saaaaiiid!
That's what I wanted to say to him! Like what are you doing pretending
you've got a better job than you actually do at your age?! What is it wit'
chuu?! …Ha ha…I'm talking like Shimura…ahhh…ughhh ahhhhh…"
"So, we've gotten to the end of your story. Let's hope Mercury goes
back into alignment. Let's end this here today. Thank you very much. Here,
take a tissue… You have afternoon classes, so wipe away those tears. Your
makeup is…uhhh, I'm here on the radio with Sin Gle-san (age 30)."
"It's Y-chan."
"Oh, sorry. So Y-chan (age 30), if you have anything else you'd like
advice about, please come to the 'Patron Saint of Broken Hearts Restaurant'
any time and let us hear your story. The student council is cheering on your
love. So at Y-chan's (age 30) request, please listen to this…"
A weird, nostalgic winter song came flowing through the speakers.
Finally, someone reasonably muttered, "Kitamura, what are you
doing making our homeroom teacher cry…?"
Since Kitamura had his awakening as the patron saint of broken
hearts, he started occupying the broadcast room with the student council.
The speakers streamed a student council-controlled broadcast throughout
the school called "Cheering on Your Love." Kitamura would somehow find
students who would anonymously ask for romantic advice or start talking
about his own love story. That day's topic was about not being married and
a familiar guest had successfully gotten a call back—class 2-C's homeroom
teacher (K)gakubo (Y)ri (age 30, (S)ngle). The show's painful rating was
going up by the day. The class started sympathizing with her.
"We'll pretend that we didn't realize it was Yuri-chan."
"…Yeah."
Even the usually juvenile girls were acting like adults. On the other
side of things, though…
"Hey, hey Ryuuji… I wonder where they're keeping the master tape
for this broadcast. If we can figure that out, we can sneak in in the middle
of the night, get it, and edit just the parts where Kitamura is talking…then
right before I sleep everyday…na-haa…"
…there was one girl hugging herself and getting hot and bothered.
Her large eyes glinted with ambition and her rough breathing made her
nostrils flare. Across from her, with his bento spread out, Ryuuji said, "Here
it comes."
He wasn't gloating about having obtained new abilities—"Here it
comes, the cursed poison smoke from my eyes!"—he was just exasperated
by the girl in front of him.
"Weren't you supposed to be a good girl until Christmas? Now
you're suddenly plotting larceny… I can see the greed clouding your eyes."
"Well, you just make it sound bad."
Taiga crossed her arms and languidly closed her eyes with their long
lashes.
"First of all, I think you're in the wrong, Ryuuji, for not telling me
such a wonderful lunch broadcast started. You should have been recording
it for me."
"If I told you about it, you would have wanted to listen to it. And if I
recorded it in class, I would have looked like an idiot. I thought that telling
you about it while you were suspended would be mean, so I was trying to
be considerate."
"Oh, no, no. You don't get it at all. You have no idea what it means to
be considerate. Plus, you're being all smug, as if you'd done a good thing.
There's nothing more conceited than that. Your personality is like an old
man who thinks a good day is putting a pile of salt on top of a slug and
watching it melt while the sun sets. Even your face is abnormal. You've got
the immoral face of someone who really is just a dog at heart. But I won't
scold you right now, Ryuuji. I won't punch you or kick you. I won't beat
you up or strangle you or kill you, even. I won't even insult you by saying
you're useless. Isn't that amazing? Aren't I doing a great job acting like a
good girl? Ehee."
"I've had enough, so stop already!"
Ryuuji dropped his chopsticks in despair. My personality is like
putting salt on a slug!
Taiga completely ignored him and blew her bangs up with a small
sigh.
"But it really is a bummer. Well…it's not like I can really go in to
steal it in the middle of the night. I just want to somehow get my hands on
Kitamura's beautiful voice, since I missed it while I was suspended. I want
to be able to fast-forward it to the places I want to listen to and customize it
to my liking. I just want to listen to my very own version of Kitamura-kun's
voice, all for me…"
Pat. As Taiga was saying that, someone tapped her shoulder.
"Tiger, if this helps, I'll let you have it."
Taiga almost shot into the air as she realized someone had overheard
her uber-embarrassing conversation. It had also surprised Ryuuji, since the
students who had come to talk to Taiga were some girls she really wasn't
that close to. The girls handed Taiga a CD.
"I'm part of the broadcast committee. Maruo asked me to record the
lunch broadcasts every day. I only have the recordings for up to yesterday,
but if you want them, I'll give them to you."
Ryuuji and Taiga automatically exchanged looks and stopped
thinking for several seconds.
"Uh wh-wh…huh? Wh-why…?"
Taiga eventually squeezed out a question. The answer was concise.
"Well, we just happened to hear you say you wanted to listen to it. I
just brought the backup CDs today, too. So…"
"Yeah, right, right. We also recorded today's broadcast, and we're
planning on recording all the future ones. If you want them, we can make
copies for you. The broadcast is kind of fun to listen to, after all. It's pretty
funny."
They pushed the CD into Taiga's hesitating, shaking hands. Taiga's
cheeks flushed red, and she kicked her chair back in a fluster as she stood.
"Uh-um-um…"
For a moment she looked back at Ryuuji as though imploring him.
Say it, Ryuuji urged her with his hand.
"Th-thank you…"
She twisted and fidgeted. Taiga was shy as shy could be when she
finally whispered the words in a low voice. The girls smiled and waved
their hands at her.
"It's nothing, really. Think of it as a gift for celebrating the end of
your suspension."
"Right, yeah. If you weren't here, Tiger, school just wouldn't be fun.
Isn't it great that you got to come back?"
They returned to their seats where they had their bento spread out.
Taiga was in rigor mortis for a while after that, but suddenly, as though she
had come to a decision about something, she nodded. She pulled out a box
of snacks from her desk, went after the girls, and thrust it out at them.
"…Nn!"
She said.
"Oh! Thank you! These are really good."
"I love these, too! I'll take one, too."
Then as she went back to where Ryuuji was sitting with her nostrils
flared. She cradled the CD and squinted her eyes as her face went red. Even
her neck turned a warm-looking pink.
"D-d-did you see that just now?! I can't believe I got so lucky?! Is
this really okay?! I'm too happy!"
She squealed as she stomped on Ryuuji's feet under the desk.
Incidentally, this wasn't an attack, but like when an overjoyed cat headbutts its owner. Ryuuji could only grin and bear it.
"That really was lucky," he said. "The girls treat you way nicer than
I'd have expected. I wonder if it's with the blessing of the patron saint?
Anyway, now you don't need to steal it."
"Yeah!"
Taiga took a big bite of lettuce fried rice that was loaded with mini
tomatoes. Ryuuji also took a huge bite of the same meal across from her. Of
course, the lunches were perfectly made that day, as they were every day. It
had acidity from the tomatoes and crunch from the lettuce. With one egg
per person, the finishing touch was scallops from a can. They also had
Szechuan pickles and peppers and stir-fried chicken breast as sides. They
had cucumber and seaweed salad topped with special sesame dressing, and
afterward, they had mandarin jelly for dessert. The bento were a little lavish
that day. Ryuuji put his heart into them, since it was the first day after
Taiga's suspension.
Even though they were having a special lunch, Minori wasn't in the
classroom because of a club meeting. That was the only disappointing part
about it.
"I got it! I got it! I got it! Ehee hee!"
Dancing a little, Taiga dug into her fried rice. She genuinely seemed
happy, and her eyes squinted. He watched her face to divert him from his
ennui.
"I fiiiinally got my bread! The school store was packed!"
"Is Kitamura on the radio today, too~? What is that? Today's song is
ancient."
"Don't say that. Our homeroom teacher picked it."
"Geh, that's kind of sad."
Noto and Haruta, the bread brigade, pulled chairs up to Ryuuji's desk.
There were three guys at just two desks and the person at the small edge
would have to be scrunched up, but well, that was just how it was. Lunch
was still fun. The song finally ended and Kitamura's somewhat fakesounding voice came back on over the speakers.
"So, today's high is eight degrees Celsius, and today's low is three
degrees. We seem to be in the dead of winter now. The wind is cold, and the
air is dry… That seems pretty terrible, and influenza is burning its way
through…"
Shut up, Noto joked as he nibbled his bread. Ryuuji and Haruta
laughed. Taiga had her ears pricked. She stretched out her neck like a turtle
in order to greedily pick up Kitamura's voice.
"Speaking of things to hate, end-of-term exams are closing in on us.
Are you all ready? Actually, I, the patron saint of broken hearts, too, am
getting ready to seriously get down to business with these tests…aha!
Things aren't going exactly as planned, though."
"What did he just say?!" Haruta suddenly burst out. "Isn't this
broadcast nagging us?! Why is he talking about studying for tests?! Isn't the
title 'Cheering on Love'?!"
"Hey, hey, calm down," said Noto. "What's gotten into you so
suddenly? We can't hear Master Kitamura's much-appreciated broadcast.
Right, Tiger? You okay? Can you hear it okay?"
He turned to Taiga, who nodded as her forehead furrowed. Taiga and
Noto are acting really buddy-buddy, thought Ryuuji, almost like they're real
friends. Noto, are you taking advantage of Taiga being in Christmas
mode…? No, he couldn't let thoughts like that go through his head. His
maddened eyes flashed at the heartwarming scene.
Haruta obstinately shook his head, "No, no." He had been smiling
right up to that moment, but now he tore off a piece of his fried noodle
bread and shook his long hair gloomily.
"I don't want to hear about studying! You don't either, right, Noto?!
Right, Taka-chan?! Tiger, you too, right?! Hey, I hate studying! This might
be a surprise to you, but I actually don't want to think about studying for
even one second!"
"Hey!" said Ryuuji. "You got aonori seaweed from your mouth on
my desk… Wh-where are my antibacterial wipes…"
"This isn't the time to be cleaning up aonori, Taka-chan! Stop it!
Actually, what's with you, Tiger?!"
Haruta unexpectedly aimed his anger at Taiga. Normally, he would
have immediately received capital punishment—death in two seconds,
ascension in five seconds, and reincarnation after ten. He would have been
a crying newborn in a new world by now. However, it was right before
Christmas.
"What about me…?"
Taiga simply looked up slightly gloomily at the long-haired idiot.
Ryuuji really believed that the person Haruta needed to be most grateful for
in the world was definitely Santa. Then, getting carried away, the idiot
thrust a finger at Taiga and bared his aonori-covered teeth at her.
"When I bought bread earlier, the head of our year stopped me and
told me, 'Hey, you idiot over there!' And then he suddenly told me off for
being the closest to failing our year and said I needed to study for the
exams! So then I was like, 'But Tiger's been suspended! She has to be in a
worse place than me~!' and he was like, 'You're the one who's worse, ya
dunce! Ya dumb king!' Then he got even madder! Boo! Aha ha ha ha ha!
Don't you think it's kind of funny?! Who's ever heard of a dumb king?!"
Ryuuji asked Noto with his eyes, "For real?" Noto quietly nodded in
response. Taiga continued to be silent as she looked at King Haruta. Ryuuji
wondered what she was thinking.
Eventually, she slowly put her fingers together and prayed to the
heavens. "May this idiot also have a happy Christmas…"
"Kyaahaaaaa?!" It wasn't the sound of the angel's trumpets that
interrupted her prayer, but the high squeal of Hayashiya Pah-ko. No, not
really—it was just Haruta's ultrasonic voice.
"What is it with you, Tiger?! Sometimes you really can be nice!
Ahh…no way, I don't really know why, but I feel like I'm getting a—"
Shwick! At that moment, Noto's unexpectedly sharp karate chop hit
Haruta in the neck. Haruta simply fell out of his chair, and his head
slumped. There, Noto nodded. He gently took the fried noodle bread out of
Haruta's hands and placed it on the desk.
The two boys gave each other a thumbs up. Taiga, still with bits of
rice at the corner of her mouth and alone in her ignorance of what had
happened, looked at Haruta, who sagged over like he had lost power. Then,
she turned to Noto.
"What was that just now? What was he trying to say?"
"You don't need to worry about it! It's nothing for a girl to think
about! More importantly, don't you think we should really start studying for
the end-of-semester exams? Let's get together at a family restaurant and do
it. Plus, we need to force Haruta to study or something or he won't be able
to go up a grade with us. Also, Takasu, I want you to let me copy that thing
you have. Would that be okay? I mean the patriarch's notes."
"Oh, right, of course. They really are great. Let's pass them along and
use them together. Oh, they're not just mine though. You should probably
ask Kushieda, too."
The patriarch's notes.
During the cultural festival at the end of fall, Ryuuji and Minori had
received them as the prize for the lucky man race. Noto was referring to the
comprehensive notes on every subject covered in school that the past
student council president had left behind. As the representative of their
victory, Ryuuji had kept the notes, but formally he co-owned them with
Minori. He hadn't participated in the race to get the notes in the first place,
but when he had gotten them and looked them over, he was shocked.
Obviously, they contained all the school lessons, but they had even broken
down all the hard topics in manageable and easy-to-understand ways. They
had been organized better than real reference books sold on the market.
After seeing that, Ryuuji understood. Kitamura's former love, the genius
patriarch, had been blessed with brains, but she hadn't shirked the hard
work needed to continue polishing her heaven-sent talent. She was the real
deal.
At Ryuuji's pleasing reply, Noto said, "Thank you! Aren't we lucky,
Haruta?! Right!" He shook his friend's shoulder. Haruta still hadn't come
back to consciousness, so his long arms flailed futilely by his thighs. Then
Noto turned around and continued, "Actually, Tiger, you're lucky your
suspension ended before the exams. They're next week, so you've got to
study with us, too. See, um, well, look… Let's invite Kitamura or
something, and we can all do it together. Right? Let's start right away
tonight?"
"Uh!"
At his words, Taiga looked up at Ryuuji with radiant eyes. It was as
though she were trying to say, Did you hear that just now?! He had indeed
heard it. Noto said he would invite Kitamura to their study group. Taiga
somehow held back the joy that was about to overflow onto her face, but
her eyes glittered, and her cheeks puffed up and turned peachy. "I-I-I-I-I
wouldn't mind," she answered in a low voice as though trying to stifle her
smile. Noto grinned and nodded.
"Oh, right, we could invite Minorin, too, right?! Because the notes
are also hers! Right, Ryuuji?!"
Taiga seemed so excited she was close to humming to herself.
"Right!" She looked into Ryuuji's face. If there weren't others watching,
Ryuuji would have replied by saluting Taiga the angel for steadily cheering
him on.
…For some reason, though, Ryuuji felt like something weird was up
as he stared intently at Noto from the side.
"Hm? What is it, Takasu?"
"…Nothing."
"Huh? When I look really closely at your face, you kind of look like
the Joker card from a deck we have at home…"
"Yeah, people sometimes tell me that."
Noto looked kind of like an otter—but that didn't matter right now.
He was convinced Noto was up to something that day. Regardless of
whether Taiga was being a good girl because Christmas was coming, and no
matter how refreshing it was to see her since her suspension had lifted,
Noto just seemed like he was being too frank with Taiga. He had suddenly
invited her to a study group… No, it wasn't just that. There were other
things that were definitely even weirder. Right, Noto had been acting weird
recently, and—
"Oh, Minorin! Over here! You're late! We already finished eating!"
He shot around.
In a fleeting second, Ryuuji's consciousness flew away. His scattered
consciousness was pulled towards the figure of a girl as it pieced itself
together into a vaguely human shape. All of the thoughts he had been
putting together were lost, and he was restructured into a simple boy,
idiotically in love.
"Sorry, sorry. The meeting ran long."
The smile she turned to Taiga. The skip in her step. In the familiar
classroom, Minori alone stood out brilliantly, and her outline seemed to
glow. Her form, her voice, her scent stole Ryuuji's heart with a terrific
power. He looked down at his bento box as though to dredge up the remains
of his food and averted his eyes, trying to pretend he didn't even realize
Minori was there. As though he were gulping down the words he wanted to
say to her, he accidentally chugged down all of his oolong tea.
"Minorin," said Taiga, "did you finish eating your bento, too?"
"I scarfed down some bread!"
"Then let's eat dessert together!"
"Fine by me!"
Taiga shook the box of sweets at Minori. She smiled and started to
motion as though she were heading over to them.
"So Minorin, we were just talking about how tonight we were going
to… Minorin, why are you backing away?"
"Aw shucks, I can't get the huge things between my legs to settle
right, aw shucks."
With a strangely skilled moonwalk, she retreated further and further
away.
"Ah, that's a gross joke! That's low, Kushieda!" Noto booed at her.
Ryuuji's face contorted like a poisoned ogre's, and his eyes flashed
hair-raisingly. His fist shook with the hidden power of a man. From his dry
lips came a low voice fit for addressing a sworn enemy, laden with killing
intent: "Guess we've got Saigo Takamori in the house."
YES! Just in his heart, Ryuuji shouted for joy. He had successfully
made a casual comeback at Minori. However Minori smiled weakly as she
continued her moonwalked retreat.
"Aw shucks, I-I-I—"
She got further and further away from them with smooth movements
that didn't make it seem like she had anything between her thighs. Minori
didn't stop, even when people got mad at her for running into them,
"Heeey," and even when her butt bumped into someone's desk. Taiga, Noto,
and Ryuuji were about to make fun of her with a collective cry of, Where
are you going? when Kitamura's voice came running through the speakers
and a Christmas song started playing in the background.
"So, anyway. After the tough exams, the day everyone has been
waiting for will arrive—Christmas."
Ryuuji saw Taiga's expression blossom into a smile when she
noticed. Her beloved Kitamura had started talking about her beloved
Christmas. Of course she would be in a good mood.
"I have an announcement from the student council. Once the end-ofterm exams are over, we'll have our closing ceremony on Christmas Eve,
the twenty-fourth. After that, we'll go to the gym and have a Christmas
party for all those interested!"
It was in that moment that everything happened.
The cacophony of the noisy lunch break came to a sudden halt.
Taiga's mouth was wide open. Even Haruta had regained consciousness and
opened his eyes.
This is… This is—! Ryuuji held his breath. He automatically
exchanged looks with Taiga.
"This is, of course, for the couples out there," said Kitamura, "and
you, with the romantic troubles… It's also for you, the one who hasn't been
able to ask out the person who caught your eye. Why don't you ask out that
special someone you've been thinking about this romantic Christmas Eve?
We're creating a prep committee and are waiting for your help. Please keep
a look out for our fundraising campaign, too. The student council supports
your love."
Kyaaah~! …Two pre-teen girls appeared on the scene.
This is it. This is what we wanted! A project like this! Ryuuji and
Taiga lost control and couldn't express themselves in words. Kyah kyah,
they squealed as they high-fived each other. They squealed even more; they
were practically hugging each other.
With this, Ryuuji could ask Minori out naturally. Wanna go with
everyone else?—that was all he had to do. They would go to the party
together, and then depending on how the mood went and how things
progressed… No, he would just enjoy being with Minori during Christmas
Eve. That was enough for him. Taiga wouldn't have to mumble about
whether things were fair or not, and just needed to go to the party to see
Kitamura. It would be hard for them to be alone together, but they would at
least spend the evening together, anyway.
Then, it wasn't just Ryuuji and Taiga who had turned into a bunch of
screaming schoolgirls.
"We don't have plans on Christmas Eve anyway~!"
"It sounds like it might actually end up being fun?!"
"I hope they'll let us go in something other than our uniforms~!"
"I want to wear a cute dress or something!" They were shouting on
and on. Several people around the class were already planning on attending.
The students of class 2-C already liked events, and this one was headed up
by the patron saint of broken hearts, the leader of class 2-C, so they couldn't
help but be excited.
What a mood… Ryuuji let his relentless reptile eyes scan the place. It
wasn't that he had been cursed by a snake that had been killed by his
ancestors—he was just so exhilarated he couldn't stop his eyes. They could
all look forward to the romantic Christmas Eve party…and then maybe,
quite possibly, he might actually be able to confess to Minori for real. Then
maybe—if that really did happen, what answer would Minori give him? He
licked his lips, which had dried out and split from his excitement. He stifled
his enthusiasm as he sneakily tried to turn toward Minori.
"That's right, why don't you join the prep committee, Tiger?"
"Yeah, you just said you love Christmas, after all."
"That's perfect! You've got to do it now!"
Unexpected voices started joining in from around Taiga. Noto also
smiled at Taiga and was saying, "Yeah, go join the committee!"
Amid those voices, Taiga's face turned red, and she struggled to stand
up.
"I-I-I-I-If everyone's so insistent, I-I-I-I-I'd be okay with it. Fwa ha
ha ha ha ha!"
She laughed in a high-pitched voice to hide her embarrassment.
"Hmph!" Then she became arrogant.
"You're joining too, you salt-slug dog!"
She pointed at Ryuuji, but her face still looked as though it would
melt right onto the floor. She would be able to help prepare a Christmas
party with Kitamura, and on top of that, it seemed natural because she was
just responding to the nomination from her classmates. In that moment,
every one of Taiga's desires had been fulfilled in exactly the way she
wanted them to be.
Taiga suddenly pointed at Minori as well.
"Minorin, you have to do it, too! Do it with us! Join us!"
Kyyaaaaaaaah! She'd even kicked Ryuuji into the vortex of delight.
What an amazing thing Taiga had done. She really was a producer that went
by the name of the angel of love. She was a heaven-sent child of Christmas
with a doughnut halo over her head. Ryuuji's ogre-mask face rose, and he
turned to Minori. Let's do it! Join us! We'll do it together!
"Sorry. I have to pass this time around."
"What?! Why?!"
Ryuuji's internal monologue was fully in sync with Taiga's voice.
Minori, who had been joking around just earlier as she had been retreating
from them, now shook her head obstinately. Her lips were pursed.
"I'm not in the mood for a Christmas party or anything like that. I'm
really not. It's like it's not the time for me to be happy…with what
happened at that match I was talking about earlier. I really, really feel a
weight on my shoulders from what happened. If I were just running around
yelling and having fun in this situation, I feel like I'd seriously be setting a
bad example for the rest of the club. There's another game right after New
Year's, so I need to practice, too. So, I'm sorry. But you have fun, especially
you Taiga, you have lots."
But—basically, she wasn't going to join the prep committee or go to
the party? Ryuuji was speechless. He had been so excited in his selfishness
that he couldn't tolerate the sudden plummet. It was as though all the color
in the world disappeared.
"Whoa!"
"Ehee hee. ♥ In that case, maybe I'll join in Minori's place~?!"
Bam! Half-running into him, the one heartily hitting Ryuuji in the
back where he sat down was Ami.
"What a face you're making," she added in a small whisper. Taiga's
face crumpled momentarily.
"Geh, Dimhuahua?! No, don't, don't do it. We don't need a hairy
beast joining us! Beat it! You should go back into the woods where you
belong, you hairball!"
"Oh, my~? Tiger-chan, should you really be saying that? Aren't you
being a good little girl until Christmas comes around~? Your buddy Santa is
watching, you know~?"
"Ugh…"
Ami put her pointer finger up to her lip-glossy shiny lips and looked
at them with upturned eyes. With that one finger, she made Taiga shut up.
Then she let a sickeningly sweet smile open up over her face like a flower,
and her large, radiant eyes looked down slowly at her classmates' faces. In
a moment, her unfair beauty took hold of the mood in the class and
forcefully pulled in the eyes of everyone in the room.
"Aren't you super excited for the party?! I'm definitely going!
Yuusaku's plan to have a Christmas party everyone at school can go to is
way too amazing! I seriously love plans like this~! We've got to use our
power as a class to make it a night to get excited for! Right, everyone?!"
Yay! Someone shouted, and they naturally followed with applause.
"I'm definitely, definitely going!"
"I'll join the committee, too!"
"I can't believe I can spend Christmas Eve with Ami-chan!"
"This is the high point of my life!"
And on and on they went. There were guys getting choked up with
tears. The girls pointed at them and laughed, and though they clamored,
their eyes glittered with joy.
She really is good at this stuff, Ryuuji thought as he looked up at Ami
in surprise. Ami had the whole class filled with passion again with another
smile, and she even went so far as to hug Taiga and give her a peck on the
cheek.
"Let's do it together~! ♥"
"Gweh!" Taiga pushed her away, but because of the "good girl"
constraints that she had imposed on herself, she couldn't actually say no.
"Oh~? What's with that look? You don't want to work with me?"
Noticing Ryuuji's eyes, Ami raised one eyebrow slightly while still
smiling. Her large eyes lit up. She took a glance around the others who
started getting excited and then pulled away from them. In a low, spiteful
voice she whispered:
"I see. You'd rather be with a certain someone more than me."
Ryuuji, of course, was irritated. In a similarly whispered voice, he
chanted ardently and insistently into her ear, "You idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot,
idiot!"
He was self-conscious of his poor vocabulary, but this was all Ryuuji
could muster in his counterattack against Ami. Ami held her ears and tried
to run, "Uwaah!" That was an unexpected reaction. It seemed that he had
tickled her ears. I won, Ryuuji thought as he laughed at her.
"Heh," he said, "see what you get."
"That was low!"
Ami glared at him with harsh, provoking eyes, but he knew she
would. Yaah yaah. He danced a little and made fun of her all the more.
"Hmph, just because Tiger's acting weird and docile, you're getting
full of yourself! I'll tell you this, Takasu-kun, but you'd be better off being
nice to me."
"Why's that?"
"Oh~? You don't know? To be blunt, plans like this play into the
palm of my hand. I can pull everyone up or bring them all down. I wonder
what you'd think if it were up to me whether a certain melancholy someone
is encouraged to come…"
Ryuuji's forehead wrinkled. A smile formed on Ami's lips. What did
that smile mean? And what was Ami's aim?
The only thing he knew was that what Ami was saying was true.
When it came to events, parties, and plans that involved getting everyone
excited…all of those things were Ami's domain. But, of course, he couldn't
have thought that Kawashima Ami, the darkest-hearted person in the whole
country, would lend him her strength and help him with realizing his
unrequited love. She whispered to him in a soft, sweet voice.
"Takasu-kun, you want the party to be a success, right? I'd like it to
be a success. I'm not Tiger, but I really do love Christmas. I don't have a
boyfriend to spend it with, unfortunately. Plus, even if I went home, my
parents would be busy. I think I'd like to get everyone excited and have a
fun party at school…I really mean it."
Ami grinned and then laughed. She pushed up her hair, and her eyes,
which had an unfathomable depth, lit up and glistened.
"So. Because. Of. That. Let's work together, okay? Don't you feel
like putting your heart into it?"
Ryuuji raised his face. Then, with a force that almost made Ami
recoil, he nodded, "Yeah!" The answer was naturally Yes. Yes, yes, yes. He
did want to put his heart into it.
He couldn't stall out in a place like this. He didn't have time to get
lost in Ami's depths, either. For now, he could only act. The battle for
Christmas with Minori had already started.
"Right! Let's do our best! Let's do it, Kawashima!"
"Aha. ♥ You're finally into it. ♥"
Ryuuji and Ami's breathing was in sync as they high-fived in the
middle of the excited shouts of joy.
"Hey, don't get all buddy-buddy with Ami-chan!"
"We're done for. We've got to deal with Takasu quick."
He felt resentful looks coming from all around him, but right now he
just needed to ignore all the eyes. There was just one thing he knew.
Somehow, somehow, he wanted Minori to be excited, too. In the blazing,
fiery battle for the person he loved, for the one special day in the whole
year, he wished for a fire to be lit in Minori's heart.
But Minori's eyes were quiet and cold in that moment. She just
looked up, expressionless, at the center of their classmates' shouts of joy
where Ami was. She just stood there. When Ami saw her, Ami smiled even
more charmingly. She whispered strangely slowly to Minori.
"Huh~? What's wrong, Minori-chan? Have you decided that you
want to join in? If that's the case, I'd be happy to welcome you anytime."
"I already said it's not possible."
That was all Minori said. She abruptly averted her eyes. Ryuuji saw
Minori's profile in that moment. He thought it was odd, but he didn't
question her. He simply continued to watch her.
As Minori averted her eyes, Ami silently watched Minori's face for a
while, too. It was as though she were waiting for Minori to say something.
On that day, dozens of girls and boys from all different classes
volunteered for the prep committee, which was more than enough. They
weren't just made up of students who liked festivals, either. There were
even people in other classes who had been told about Kawashima Ami
saying that she would participate. That might have accounted for the
explosive increase in volunteers.
***
"What~?" said Yasuko. "Ryuu-chan, you're studying for the end of
semester exams~? And Taiga-chan is, too~?"
"That's right. At the family restaurant we normally go to. There's a
salmon patty in the fry pan, so warm it up a little and eat that. Be careful not
to burn the red beans. There's daikon-and-tofu miso soup in the pot. And
then in the fridge, there's some mustard greens, so make sure you actually
put them on a plate before you eat them."
"Ahh, that sounds like a yummy menu~! But if you already made it,
you could eat before leaving."
"We've already promised to eat with everyone else."
"Then I'm all alone…"
From behind him, his mother made a lonely noise. He thrust his arm
into the down jacket as though he were shaking off his guilt. He had told
Yasuko a lie. In actuality, everyone else was going to meet after already
having eaten dinner. He didn't need to go to the family restaurant to eat.
Ryuuji, though, had a reason for wanting to get an early start no matter what
he had to do. Even if it cost him extra on their food budget. Even if he had
to lie to his mother, who made that money.
He stuck his studying supplies into a canvas tote bag and made sure
not to forget to stuff the patriarch's sheaves of notes into it. Then he
checked the inside of his wallet. He put his phone and his keys into the back
pocket of his jeans. He put on his scarf, which had made it through the day
without being stolen by Taiga, and wondered whether he needed a beanie.
"Chi. I'm so lonely, be-yotch."
He dropped everything. He turned around.
In their freezing, two-bedroom apartment (they had a heater, but
didn't turn it on because they had a heated kotatsu table), the silence fell
thick upon them. What was that just now?
The mother smiled at her son. "Ehee ☆." She lay down under the
kotatsu with the blanket covering her all the way to her shoulders. She was
practically melting into the floor.
"Ryuu-chan, you don't know? It's what the cool kids say these days~!
A new girl taught it to me, she told me it's how all the kids are talking these
days~! It's cray cute! It's so fleek, yo~! Ehee hee! ☆ And then, I'm keeping
up with the kids, so I'm super-duper amazing—so fleek!"
"Please, no! Stop! You're completely off!"
Ryuuji felt like holding his ears closed as he hysterically yelled. The
wound this inflicted on his heart ran deep. First, Yasuko was completely
wrong in all sorts of ways. How stupid was she? Next, for her to merrily
report to her son that "this is what the kids are saying these days" just
revealed how old she was. He had thought of her as young and even
immature, but she really was old, through and through. The heaviness of
this truth that had been laid on him! "As I held her and felt how light she
was / I was shocked / At my mother's age." He remembered the famous
tanka poem from one of his textbooks. It turned in his brain.
Without noticing the wound she'd given her son, Yasuko pouted as
she lay on a floor cushion under the kotatsu table.
"What~? I can't be off fleek. This is all so turnt. I can't be wrong,
yo."
Without makeup on and in Uniqlo lounge clothes, she breathed out
through her nose, "Hmph." Unfortunately, all her actions did was show that
her brains were like corrupted files. In times like this, even Ryuuji thanked
God that he had mostly inherited his father's genes. He was really glad he
hadn't inherited Yasuko's slippery-smooth brain. Ryuuji had never met him
and didn't know whether he was even alive or not, and had no way of
imagining what his head was like, but it was at least a small thing to know
that his brain must have had a few deeper folds and denser nerve bundles
than Yasuko's. Even imagining the type of chaos their household would
have been in if both of them had "smooth, on fleek, cray brains ☆" was
scary enough.
"Inko-chan, I'm leaving Yasuko to you. The only one I can trust with
anything now is you, Inko-chan," he told his parrot, who was standing in
the birdcage with her wings closed. When he did that, Inko-chan's haggard
eyes twitched beneath their lids. Froth dribbled and drooled from the edge
of her rotten-meat-colored beak. Schlurp… Inko-chan snuffled the foam
back into her mouth with her long tongue. Several long strands of that
cloudy stuff traversed the top and bottom of her beak.
"Impossible."
She just said that one word. Then she showed him the whites of her
eyes and stomped her feet, which were like shaking, torn twigs. She turned
her back to her owner and, with perfect timing, she defecated.
"Whoa! What rebellion!"
"Inko-chan is lonely, so she Zs all day, right, Inko-chan? ☆ Gyah!
☆"
Inko-chan had torn off a piece of the tip of Yasuko's finger, which
Yasuko had stuck in a crack of the cage. "Peh!" Next Inko-chan spat it out.
This was a terrible act of rebellion. Without thinking, Ryuuji's stern voice
rose like the hollow needle of Étretat.
"What's gotten into you, Inko-chan?! Where's my normal, obedient,
cute Inko-chan?!"
"Hah. ☆ I got it~! Ryuu-chaaan, it's because of that~!"
Yasuko pointed to a cooking book Ryuuji had checked out from the
library that was sitting face up. It said "Exceptional Christmas Hospitality"
on the cover, and accompanying the title was a giant, whole roasted bird.
Right next to it in big letters were the words, "Roast a magnificent, whole
bird!" In a fluster, Ryuuji jumped at the book and thrust it under the sitting
cushion to hide it.
"I'm sorry, Inko-chan. I was insensitive. I won't roast a bird in this
home. Never."
He sat properly in front of the birdcage and lowered his head. In the
same custom as her son, Yasuko also lowered her head, "Sowry. ☆" Inkochan's clouded eyes turned to the mother and son who owned her.
"…Really?"
"Really."
"Never ever?!"
"Never ever."
Inko-chan's shaking beak and bulging eyes gleamed as they reflected
the sharp eyes of her owners, which were emitting the prospect of imminent
danger. Her bald head was covered in goosebumps and open pores. Just
when it seemed like the rift between pet and owners was about to be
fixed…
"Ugh… This is not okay! Whatever this is, is like, super not okay!"
At some point, Taiga had come into the living room, and at the scene
of the mother and son prostrating themselves to the birdcage, voiced her
disapproval. They had agreed to meet in front of the condo, but since Ryuuji
hadn't come down, she probably decided to go up to him. She seemed like
she had a lot more that she wanted to say, but since she was in the middle of
being a "good girl," this was as far as she could go.
"Ohh, Taiga-chan! So you're going out to study~? Make sure your
studying is on fleek. ☆"
"Ya-Ya-chan?! You…y-y-you—"
Yasuko pouted and started to slowly wiggle her arms around. Are you
part of the Sankai Juku dance troupe or something? Ryuuji thought. No, no,
she definitely had to be doing the wave.
"I'm on fi-yah~?" she was happily muttering, but she was dancing
like water.
"You've got to be kidding me…"
Holding her forehead with her hand, Taiga closed her eyes as though
enduring a bout of vertigo.
The sun set, and the air of the midwinter night cooled to freezing.
The one and only saving grace was that there was no wind. The people
walking the streets had their coat collars up and passed by each other
quickly with scowls on their faces.
"It's cold!"
"Yeah!"
Ryuuji and Taiga couldn't even have a decent conversation. They
walked for about ten minutes on the asphalt streets and under the light of
the streetlamps as though they were racing.
"Uwah~! It was so cold~!"
"Hah~! It's so warm~! Actually, it's hot. The heater is too strong in
here."
Practically flying in, they pushed open the glass door, which shone
brilliantly with light.
They were at their regular family restaurant by the national highway.
Ryuuji felt like he was about to choke on the heat when he took a step into
the building. He groaned as he pulled off his beanie. Taiga also pulled off
her colorful mohair cap. Her pale, long hair fluttered up and dropped down
onto the back of her coat. Together, they could finally breathe in the warm
air.
They told the waitress who came out to lead them in that they were
meeting with friends and secured four window seats. They looked around
the floor, and Ryuuji, trying not to be a nuisance asked, "Um, excuse me, is
Kushieda-san, the part-timer, working a shift today? Umm…we're her
friends from school."
"Kushieda is off today," The waitress easily replied. "Once you've
decided on your orders, please press the button to call me."
Ryuuji was paralyzed. Off today? He thought. She couldn't be. Taiga
also wrinkled her forehead, "Huh?"
"No way, that's weird. I thought she would definitely be here… She's
usually here Monday nights. Is she just taking today off?"
"I knew it, I should have double-checked… Ahh, damn it, I messed
up."
Taiga had invited Minori to study with everyone that day, but she had
turned Taiga down saying, "After I have club, I have work." She also said
she would borrow the notes when she needed them and told Ryuuji to do
what he wanted with them until then. Since those were the circumstances,
Ryuuji went out of his way to make a paltry attempt to come to the
restaurant early in order to talk to her, since she should have been working.
Instead, his attempt was entirely in vain.
"Something seems wrong. Let's ask where she's working right now."
Taiga twisted around and immediately pulled out her cell phone, but
Ryuuji reached across the table and stopped her.
"It's fine. We don't need to do that. We'd be bothering her if we call
when she's working, and she can't answer if you message her, anyway. We
can't do anything about it today, and it's my fault for not checking in with
her. This might be a divine message that we should stop slacking off and get
serious about studying. Look, let's eat already and just give up and start
studying. Here's the menu."
"Ngh…"
Taiga took off her coat and opened the menu he handed to her, but
she was thinking about something absentmindedly. When he flicked the
corner of the menu at her fingers, her eyes finally started going over the
text.
"I've decided. I'll have the winter vegetable beef curry. What about
you?"
"I'll have the kabocha squash doria."
They called the waitress with the button and put in their orders. Then
the two of them went to get their drinks. Afterwards, they went ahead and
opened up their textbooks, thinking they might as well start while they
waited on their food.
"Hey Ryuuji, I was thinking."
Taiga said that strangely, like her mouth was full of rocks. What? He
looked up as he sipped his coffee.
"Don't you think that Minori is avoiding you?"
Clunk. His cup missed the saucer and clattered noisily. He also got
some of the hot contents on his hands and pulled his elbow back hard into
the wall in surprise. He was paralyzed with so much pain he couldn't speak.
Ryuuji turned his face down in spite of himself.
"Ahh… I definitely shouldn't have said anything…"
"No! I want to hear what you have to say! Wh-why?!"
Taiga turned her eyes up and to the side as though exasperated. She
spoke in a low voice as she fidgeted with and twirled her long hair.
"Today, I saw you and Minori together for the first time in a while.
Before I was suspended, we would all talk regularly, but today you didn't
even have a conversation."
"We did talk, though. We chatted, we really did—more than once."
"All of that was as good as not talking. Actually, you never even got
to the point where you could have a regular conversation. Minorin wouldn't
even come over to you at all when I called her over. She was just playing
around the whole time and wouldn't actually talk to you. She wouldn't even
come when we invited her to study. She was supposed to be working, but
she's not here. …I wonder if she lied about work."
"Lied? You're reading too far into things."
Minori would never lie. She wasn't the type of person to lie. Ryuuji,
at least, believed that, but Taiga didn't seem to hold the same conviction.
"But you can't know. Minori isn't just 'an airheaded cute girl.' The
Minorin you see is a fantasy version of her, but even you know that she's
not just a pure, bright, funny girl like she looks like. Sometimes that's the
good part about Minorin…"
"That's…"
That was true. After Taiga had said it, Ryuuji couldn't help but nod.
He wouldn't go as far as to agree that he fantasized about Minori, but for
example, during their summer trip and at other points, Minori had pulled
one over their heads for sure.
"Yeah, I guess she is."
"And on top of that, she said she wouldn't join the prep committee
for the Christmas Eve party. She said she wasn't planning on going. If she
were acting normal, that'd be unbelievable for Minorin."
"Well…Kushieda said that it was because she was down from that
match she had, right? I don't believe that was a lie. That's right—Kushieda
must be acting weird because she's feeling down from the game."
That was it—she wasn't actually avoiding him. In order to keep Taiga
from saying anything more, which she seemed like she was about to, Ryuuji
raised his voice a bit.
"The issue is how we're going to get her excited and get her to go.
This is the time for angel Taiga-sama to come out and show her stuff, isn't
it? You said you'd go naked, didn't you?"
"Huh? Naked? I didn't say anything like that. What are you playing
at with that?"
Even though she didn't abuse him with her words, the look she
showered him with was more than cold enough, and Ryuuji paused in spite
of himself. At that point, she sighed loudly and purposefully. Taiga
probably wanted to click her tongue at him, but she endured and sipped her
cocoa.
"Well, of course, I know that. Angel Taiga is love's envoy.
Christmas's heaven-sent child. The very image of a good girl. Santa is
watching. He's checking his list. So, I'll do what it takes to get Minorin to
the party on Christmas Eve. I'm planning on supporting you for real, like
Cupid, so that your confession to her goes well."
In order to show him just how "for real" she was, she closed one eye
and mimed an arrow and bow, took aim, and pretended to hit Ryuuji's heart.
He felt like there wasn't really much point to aiming at his heart, but really
the problem wasn't with that.
"C-c-c-con-confess? I don't even know if I can do that…"
"You have to do it. It's Christmas Eve. It's the night before sacred
Christmas, after all."
She easily slipped in an assertion, but on her second sigh, good girl
Taiga's face clouded.
"But something's definitely off. That's what I think. I don't know
how to support you anymore. You and Minorin are different from before.
Before, you were more—"
Sorry for keeping you waiting. At the sound of the server's voice,
Taiga cut off. The server set their meals in front of them and slipped the bill
into its holder. They were silent for a while. The server left, and Ryuuji
handed a spoon to Taiga.
"So? What were you saying about us?"
"Ahh, it's fine. I don't even know what I think about it. There's no
way you would know either. Our food will get cold, so anyway, let's eat.
I'm digging in. …Hot hot hot! Ahh!"
Taiga immediately burned herself on the first bite and got white sauce
dribbles on several pages of her still-open textbook.
"Ahhh! Seriously, I thought you'd do that! You're a klutz, after all.
Wipe it, here, make sure you get all of it!"
"I did, this is fine. Ahh, I got an oil stain on it… Ah well. This will
make it easier to tell what parts are on the test. I just need to look for the
stains."
What are you saying? he thought exasperatedly as he took the
textbook from her and tried to wipe away a little more at the food Taiga had
spilled and given up on.
"There they are! Takasu and Tiger, sorry for making you wait!
Everyone's here."
"Sorry for the wait~! Oh, that looks good, you're eating something! It
looks really yummy, maybe I should get something, too."
They raised their faces at Noto and Haruta's voices. "Yo." Ryuuji was
slightly surprised to find two others behind them. It seemed Taiga was also
slightly shaken and had frozen up with her spoon still in her mouth.
"Yo! Today sure is cold! I think I might switch to a down coat soon."
"That's right, Maruo, I told you before that down is the warmest. You
can get them pretty cheap, too. Oh, look, Takasu-kun is wearing down, too."
Next to Kitamura, who was wearing a gray duffle coat like a typical
test-taker, Maya stuck close by him in a short down coat. Even though it
was the middle of the winter, she had the guts to bare her knees in a
miniskirt. She was also wearing tall boots and had a fluffy bag. They could
all tell a group of guys still in their school uniforms who were sitting nearby
were watching her. Her long and straight silky hair was slightly dark and
freshly dyed. Her light makeup, which consisted of just mascara and lip
gloss, suited her.
The looks she got were different from when Ami appeared. "It's a
celebrity…uwah!" It was different from the look whenever Taiga came on
the scene, too. "That's a beautiful girl…whoa!" She was rawer and closer
to home. If something were to happen, she might even get hit on. The stir
around them even forced its way to Ryuuji's ears. It wasn't as though he
didn't feel a slight sense of superiority over the guys watching them just
because he had been waiting for her.
"Kihara. What are you doing here? This is rare."
"I want to copy the patriarch's notes, too. And I can't get into the
mood to study on my own. Is it okay if I join you?"
"Well, of course… Where are Kawashima and Kashii today?"
"Oh, it looks like they can't come. Right, is it okay if I give Amichan and Nanako copies, too?"
"I don't really mind, but…" He would understand Ami coming, but
he couldn't have imagined Maya coming solo without the troupe.
"Okay, let's hurry and sit," Maya said as she grabbed Kitamura's coat
sleeve. There were wrinkles on Taiga's forehead, and the spoon was still in
her mouth. It seemed like she might not have known what to do since she
wasn't dealing with Ami, or she might have had her hands tied because of
her good girl limitations. Taiga remained speechless as she looked up at
Kitamura and Maya, who was clinging to him.
"All right, let's all sit down! Of course, this is too cramped for six
people."
Noto was strangely brisk. "We'll take this, too." He put his own bag
in a two-seater partitioned by the walkway to claim it. Then…
"Okay, okay, Tiger, could you stand for a bit?! Haruta, get in the back
there! Kihara, sit next to Takasu, after you, after you. Now, I'll take the seat
next to Haruta. Tiger, over here, over here, bring your doria. This seat.
Here, Kitamura, take that seat please. You can take my stuff off, thanks.
Okay, now we're good."
Before they realized it, Kitamura and Taiga were conveniently facing
each other at the two-seater table. The other four were slightly separated
from them.
"H-huh? W-wait a second?! I want to sit over there, too! No, that,
uhhh, oh I know, I'll sit with Tiger so the girls are together! Right, right
Tiger? Let's do that!"
Maya was strangely flustered as she staggered to stand up, but Taiga
wasn't even given the time to answer. Haruta heartily picked at his nose.
"Shaddup." He stuck his finger right up to Maya.
"Uwah, gross!"
"Don't throw a fit. Do you really hate sitting next to Taka-chan that
much? I feel so bad for Taka-chan. That's cold, Kihara. It's brutal, isn't it,
Taka-chan?"
This time he turned his dirty finger at Ryuuji. Maya had a somewhat
desperate expression on her face as she shook her head.
"What?! No, no, that's not what this is! That's not it, but—"
"Then let's order! We just need to add four fountain drinks, right?!"
With strange and very efficient methods, Noto shut Maya down. He
quickly pressed the button and called the waitress to finish placing the
order. Maya had lost her chance to speak, but she glared at Noto's face as
though wanting to say something. Noto ignored her. "Oh, I've got
fingerprints on these," he said, taking off his glasses and diligently rubbing
his lenses with a napkin.
What's with this mood—Ryuuji swallowed.
"Okay, now is drink time before we start! We'd be in the way if we
all went at once, so I'll go up and get everyone's drinks. Do you have
requests? If you don't, I'm getting you all cokes!"
The one who had stood up, not caring about anything else and going
at his own pace was Kitamura. With the air of "cokes-for-everyone" kind of
guys, Noto, Haruta, and Ryuuji sent him off with automatic applause and
shouts of, "Yeah!"
"Ah, uh, ah, I want something w-w-warm…no, actually! I'll go, too!"
Taiga stood from her seat and went after Kitamura with her face still
flushed red. Noto and Haruta high-fived. "Yo!" Ryuuji was wide-eyed.
Maya seemed sullen. Kitamura and Taiga handed each other cups in front of
the fountain drink machine, filled them with ice, called over the waitress
when they couldn't find more cups, dropped the ice (Taiga), and picked it
up (Kitamura), dropped the tongs (Taiga), picked them up (Kitamura), and
to the unknowing eye, seemed like great partners.
Noto and Haruta appeared smug as they grinned and stared at the
two.
"So…" said Ryuuji. "What's your deal?"
"Huh? What? What could you possibly be talking about?"
"Don't act dumb!"
Ryuuji's evil eyes locked with Noto's small otter eyes through his
glasses. No matter how thick he was, this was obvious.
"Why are you being weird and trying to put Kitamura and Taiga
together like that?"
Right. Noto had been acting weird ever since that morning. He had
been spurring Taiga and Kitamura on all day in an obvious way that was
hard to call casual. It wasn't as though the likes of an otter could stand up to
Ryuuji's sharp eyes, which blazed and flared with black flames that
belonged to the darkness. Noto easily surrendered and stuck out his tongue.
If anyone was wondering, he didn't look cute in the slightest when he did.
"You figured it out. Well, that's fine. We wanted you to help out, too,
anyway. I think that Kitamura and Tiger would make a great couple."
"Oh, I think so, too!"
Right! Grossly putting their hands together, Noto and Haruta nodded
together. Ryuuji stopped moving.
"Look, Kitamura got rejected by the patriarch, so he's hurting right
now. He's trying his best as president, but he's definitely hurting. We want
him to hurry up and get better. Don't you think the wonder drug to cure him
is new love? And this is just between us…"
Noto turned stealthily to the fountain drinks. Taiga and Kitamura
didn't seem like they were coming back anytime soon. Once he confirmed
that, he lowered his voice.
"Tiger seems like she likes Kitamura. This is for real—like really for
real. I know you probably never realized, being you, Takasu."
It wasn't on purpose, Ryuuji realized, when he looked back at Noto,
that idiot with his half-open mouth and idiotic face. Noto assumed Ryuuji
had agreed and nodded to himself.
"Ahh, you must really be surprised. I didn't expect it either. Who
knew that Tiger thinks like a girl, too. And you're the one who's been
closest to Tiger and looking after her, so it's natural to be in shock."
"…"
He was still speechless. He couldn't get out a word at all. Not a single
word.
The words that caught in his throat weren't How did you find out, or I
already knew that, or anything like that. They were words he didn't expect
like:
What do you guys know?
Don't stick your nose into this when you don't know anything.
Leave it alone.
Or something like that.
That feeling rose up quietly in him like pale anger. It robbed Ryuuji's
expression from his face. It was like he wanted to monopolize the situation,
like he felt a sense of superiority over them. The emotions invaded him in
ways that he couldn't quite pinpoint.
Then he thought, It's not like that. No, no.
He finally realized how strange his thoughts were. It was like that,
and he couldn't refute it. Taiga liked Kitamura. That was definitely true.
The biggest problem that Ryuuji and Taiga had faced for a while now was
precisely that—it was Kitamura. Weren't they completely right?
But, why was it that right now, when an objective truth had been
brought to the light and said aloud, he was trying to deny and even reject it?
He didn't understand. He didn't understand anything anymore.
"Here, sorry for the wait! Four cokes!"
Ryuuji snapped his face up from the tray that came down in front of
him. Kitamura, who was garbed in Uniqlo-casual clothes from top to
bottom like he normally was, handed out the drinks on the tray to the four
of them.
"First, how about we all try our hand at math? If anyone doesn't
understand anything, everyone can look over the president's notes and think
it over."
"Sure, but there's no way that the greatest teacher ever wouldn't have
understood something? It's not like I don't get anything, though…"
At Haruta's voice, Kitamura smiled and shook his head.
"There's a lot of things, actually. Then we'll do that later."
He turned around and headed back to his table with Taiga. Even
seeing Taiga from the margins, she looked nervous. She dropped her spoon
as she was trying to clean up her things and dropped her pencil case trying
to pick it up. Then, while trying to pick her pencil case up, she dropped her
textbook, and in the end, she also dropped her notebook. As she did that,
her face became a shade pinker each time. Are you okay? Kitamura seemed
to ask as he helped her gather her things. She returned a stiff smile that said,
I'm okay. Kitamura, who was looking back at her, kindly smiled back.
There was no time for Ryuuji to help as their four hands skillfully picked up
the fallen items.
"See," said Noto. "They do look pretty great together. Well, I'm
going to the restroom really quick before we start studying."
"Oh, I'll go, too."
Noto and Haruta stood from their seats, but Ryuuji still couldn't
move. It was a very strange feeling. Noto had looked at him as though he
had been clueless and now, suddenly, Taiga and Kitamura who were sitting
slightly away from them almost started to seem like strangers. I see, he
thought. I see, if I think of them as strangers, Taiga and Kitamura really do
look much, much better together than I thought. For real.
"T-Takasu-kun! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey!"
"Uh, right…"
From beside him, Maya dug her elbow into him. He blinked. Low
enough that only Ryuuji could hear, she scowled as she impatiently
whispered, "Takasu-kun, what do you think about that?! You don't agree
with them, do you?! You don't think they'd work out well, right? You don't
think that they should date, right?!"
"Uh…well…that's…actually, I think it's really…sudden…"
"I knew it!" Maya nodded as though she were aiming to attack while
he mumbled.
"Right, you don't think so, either! It's been going around the whole
class, but that can't be right!"
"Wait a sec, what's been going around the whole class…"
"There'd be nothing good about it for you if Maruo and Tiger got
together, right?! Everyone says you hang around Tiger because you're just
super nice and like taking care of people. They say there's nothing more to
it, but, really, you must like Tiger, right?!"
"Huh?! Uh, uh wai…huh?!"
"I'm rooting for you, Takasu-kun! I really am! So you can't give up!"
She fist-pumped enthusiastically and snuck a glance at the table
where Taiga and Kitamura sat. No matter what he denied, or how he did it,
he probably wouldn't be able to get through to her. He knew that Kitamura
had been popular among the girls for a while, so he wasn't surprised at the
passionate look Maya turned to him. It was the other part that surprised
him. Wait a second, he wanted to say.
What in the world had happened while he hadn't been looking? Who
had figured it out, how much did they know, and what were they trying to
do? What was he supposed to do? For a while his mind was just a mess. He
was a mad cray mess and fleek-wood mac. A-B-C-yotch. The words were
just gibberish. He didn't get what it all meant.
Taiga and Kitamura had the doria plate taken away and were
amicably opening the math book, but they weren't looking at it. They were
saying something to each other. He could hear fragments about Christmas
Eve and the party, the prep committee, the student council…things like that.
Noto and Haruta returned and started opening their textbooks at that table,
too.
"We should just copy the patriarch's notes at a convenience store on
the way home."
"Actually, what if we change the order of things and copy them
now?"
"The restaurant won't like that, obviously."
He pretended to join in on the conversation by nodding and shaking
his head, but Ryuuji's stomach wouldn't settle. He couldn't calm down. His
eyes wandered, prowled about, and since he didn't know where to look, he
was forced to make them go from right to left. When he looked straight
ahead, he thought, Oh no, the curry's completely cold. With everything
going on, he had forgotten to eat it. Right, he needed to hurry and clean it
off his plate first.
He grasped the spoon loaded with rice and curry and stuffed it in his
mouth.
"A stool test! Ryuuji, a stool test! They say the whole prep committee
has to do a stool test!"
Bleh! He almost spat out all the curry. Right before he did, he
desperately puckered his lips and swallowed the brown stuff down his
throat.
"Y-you…did that on purpose, didn't you?!"
"Huh? What?"
Behind Taiga, who was tilting her head in curiosity, Kitamura nodded
gravely.
"We really do have to do stool tests. We have to work with food, so
everyone has to do one."
"Heey~! Why, you! You've got to have some delicacy! We've got
someone over here eating poo, so don't talk about curry! Oh, I mean the
opposite! We've got someone over here eating curry, so don't talk about
poo! Look, Taka-chan is eating po…I mean curry!"
Kind, sweet Haruta hit him when he was already down. To Ryuuji's
sensitive eyes, the curry now looked like something entirely else. He super
cray didn't want to eat it.