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Back in grade 10, I really went all out. Not in my studies though, but in becoming pretty. I learned to make my eyelids double-lidded through the use of Aipuchi, I learned how to put on eyeliner and mascara, I learned how to dye my hair so that the dye would be all even, and I was a bit elated to be honest. When I put on make up, it was as if a thin layer after layer was coming off, and a beautiful me was emerging. I felt really happy about that.

I wasn’t the Yos.h.i.+mura Riho with the small, one-lidded eyes anymore, but I had become someone that I thought was bold and beautiful, and I was satisfied.

Looking back on it now, I went pretty overboard. If you look at my pictures from that time, you’d know right away. It’s one of those things that is clear as day to see. I was really gaudy. I didn’t put on any foundation because I had confidence in my white skin. But that made the black smudges around my eyes stand out even more. Lightly flapping the photograph, Misaki comments:


“How disgraceful,”

I agree. Showered by the natural light pouring in through the cla.s.sroom windows, the me with the caked on makeup wasn’t pretty at all–to the contrary, I just looked gaudy.

Fortunately, I realized the error of my ways. Now, I wear really light makeup. Even then, I’m pretty satisfied with my so-so pretty looks.

At any rate, back in my caked-makeup days, I stopped by the supermarket one day while walking home from school. It was a large chain store that had stores nationwide, and it had everything from clothes to general goods to food. Misaki and Ayana were with me. I don’t even remember anymore what it was that I wanted to buy. Every shelf and row were lined with stuff, and it was overflowing with goods. We were going around the clothes and general goods sections of the store even though we didn’t plan to buy anything from those corners, and we were laughing and making a bit of noise.

Misaki was the first to notice.

“Hey, don’t you get this feeling like someone’s watching us?”

“Huh?”

Misaki asked whether I felt someone watching us. I looked around us, and my gaze clashed with the gaze of the person who was watching us.

It was a blue uniform wearing middle-aged lady who was an employee there. She had an old-school perm hair with a big mole on the side of her nose.

“She’s watching to make sure we don’t try to take anything.”

Misaki whispers. I lifted my chin in the direction of the security camera that was located on top of a shelf.

“No way, don’t those things work? So what, the old lady employees have to do the surveillance?”

“Maybe they get them to trail after those who look especially suspicious?”

I don’t know why, but Misaki winked at me. Ayana’s cheeks puffed up.

“That p.i.s.ses me off. So what? They think we’re going to shoplift?”

“Ayana, you don’t use a word like ‘think’ for something like that.”

“Then how’re you supposed to say it?”

“You’re supposed to say that they’re ‘suspicious’ of us.”

“Oh right. I shouldn’t expected any less from you, Riho. I guess that A you got in j.a.panese wasn’t a fluke, huh?”

While Ayana was being impressed, the middle-aged lady continued to watch us with s.h.i.+fting eyes. It wasn’t really obvious. She pretended to be organizing the goods on the shelves, and while moving around the boxes of hair dye, she watched us. It wasn’t obvious, but it was pretty funny. It’s laughable. It makes me laugh more than make me p.i.s.sed. Misaki shrugs.

“Our uniforms and Riho are to blame.”

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“These uniforms. They probably think that if we’re students from Inanohara, then there’s a good likelihood that we’re going to shoplift. And not only that, but with your caked-on makeup, it doubles the chances of us doing something like that.”

“If they could spot the shoplifters from the face and uniforms alone, then they wouldn’t have to work so hard.”

Ayana says with a serious look on her face. That was pretty funny. Snickering, we decided to play along with the middle-aged lady. We walked briskly along the goods on the shelves, and at times we stopped and picked up the goods. The middle-aged lady followed without fail. There were other girls from different high schools there, but she ignored them. It might just be that she was given a special a.s.signment of following those gaudy female high schoolers from Inanohara High. When I mentioned that, Ayana finally lost it and burst out laughing.

When we got to the snack section, I was hungry. I was really planning on getting something. I grabbed a bag of potato chips, and I looked around me to catch a glimpse of the middle-aged lady. She was hiding half her body with a shelf, and she was peering over at us. Like a kid watching each customer that walked through the door, she silently, but unwaveringly watched us. I’d reached my limit. Even before that though, we were already drunk with laughter. We were practically rolling with laughter even though it wasn’t that funny. Everyday was just fun for us like that. Even if it was just someone falling on their a.s.s, or someone’s octopus-shaped sausage from their lunch rolling onto the floor, or the goat that the farming division had been raising escaping and running around the school grounds, we found it all hilarious. It made us laugh our a.s.ses off. The same went for this middle-aged lady with the perm hair who was peering over at us intently with her body half hidden by the shelves. It easily crossed over the minimum limit of what we’d consider funny.

I covered my face and crouched down. It was so funny that I couldn’t even talk. Misaki even crouched down beside me and was laughing. Ayana had tears running down her face. She was laughing so hard that she had to put her hand on her leg to keep herself upright.

“This is so funny, I’m about to pee myself.”

That made us laugh even harder. We could hardly breathe, and we seriously thought we might almost die of laughter.

The one who was able to return back to normal the fastest was, of course, Misaki. Wiping the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, her face returned to a serious one as if she’d never even laughed in the first place, and she pulled out a small camera from the inside of her pocket of her school uniform.

“Let’s take a photo to commemorate the day!”

She readies the small camera. Misaki loves cameras. She’s always carrying around this camera that she’s dubbed “Mr. Pocket.” It’s not that she loves being in pictures–it’s just that she loves taking them.

The scenery, the people, the contents of her lunch, the back figure of a stray dog, the caterpillar hanging off of the branch of a cherry blossom tree, a picture of me and the goat from the farming division…she takes photos of anything and everything. The only thing she doesn’t take, is pictures of herself. Apparently, she doesn’t like the way she appears in photos. She even hates being in purikura shots. I asked her why numerous times. And the kind of reply that I got, was how photographs suck the soul of a person, basically, something that an old-lady from the early Meiji era might’ve said.

At any rate, thanks to Misaki, I’ve got piles and piles of my daily snapshots, and it’s a perfect doc.u.mentation of my growth.

“I’m taking the photo.”

“All righty.”

In front of the chips section, Ayana and I smile and make a victory sign. Mr. Pocket’s flash goes off. Two times, three times. After we finished taking the photos, the middle-aged lady was no longer hiding. She was standing there in the middle of the aisle, and gazing at us with a puzzled look on her face. Misaki turns Mr. Pocket in her direction.

“Excuse me, but can I take a photo of you?”

The flash goes off.

“Thank you very much!”

She waves to the woman, and turns her back to her. Ayana was still laughing. The photos that resulted from that day turned out pretty well. The packaging of snacks are really colourful. Red, yellow, blue, green–the potato chips bags which are lined up on the shelves according to their color, look like they’re just lined up normally to the naked eye, but as a background of a photo, becomes like the wallpaper of a toy kingdom. Trashy, garish, and fun. Ayana and I were making a victory sign in front of a toy castle. I still have that photo posted up in my room.

“Geez.”

Every time Misaki comes over to visit, she flicks the photo with her finger.

“We’re not THAT immature that we’d shoplift.”

“Yeah, and it’s not like we’re that bored.”

I add. Shoplifting is something that bored, immature brats do. We’re not that immature, nor are we that bored.

We shorten the skirts of our school uniform, wear loose socks, have a tendency to step on the heel of our loafers, don’t study, hang around the convenience store, and can be pretty noisy, but we don’t shoplift. We don’t prost.i.tute ourselves either. We hate smoking. We become sleepy at eleven o’clock at night. We might even be worthy of being given an award from the Mothers’ a.s.sociation for the Healthy Development of Youth. But that kind of ‘goody-goody children’ aren’t the roles we’re expected to fulfill, apparently.

“They always pressure roles onto us that match our outer appearance.”

That’s what she said. The one who said that was, of course, Misaki. I forgot when, but being the goody-goody students that we were, we were for some reason picking up the trash that was strewn around the train station.

Kei-kun threw away the package from his bread and his cigarettes onto the ground. Suu-chan got mad at him. I would’ve been mad too. I wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be throwing away his yakisoba bread packaging on the ground like that. That’s so lame. But Kei-kun bent to pick up the packaging without arguing, and he even picked up a c.o.ke can along with it.

“Hey, this is the one I threw away yesterday. So what? They don’t have anyone cleaning this place up?”

Now that he mentioned it, the grounds around the train station are always really dirty. My room is usually pretty messy too, but I make sure to thoroughly clean it once a month. The clean freak in me was triggered in an instant. I started gathering together the cans rolling on the ground, and brought it over to the trash can.

On top of that, I also picked up the waste paper that was beside the trash can. Suu-chan did the same thing. That was all. We weren’t THAT goody-goody that we would clean up the whole place, and it’s not like we had that kind of time either, and besides, we didn’t have that kind of obligation to do so either. But, we ended up being praised by some old lady we’d never seen before who had just happened to be pa.s.sing by. She told us how admirable it was that we were doing this. We got this feeling like she was going to come over to pat our heads at any moment, so we quickly dispersed. And what do you know, that incident ended up being written up in the editorial column of the local paper.

The t.i.tle read “The Heart-Warming Teenagers Whom I Saw at The Train Station.”

It began with: “I saw teenagers picking up the trash around the train station. They were silently cleaning it up on their own without being ordered to by anyone.” It continued on: “Those teenagers were wearing the school uniforms of a certain high school. It’s a high school that is rumoured to be a place rampant with misconduct. Those students were silently picking up trash. It touched me. We have a tendency to judge based on appearances, but this made me realize that pure teenagers like this can be found anywhere.” And omitting a few lines, it goes on to conclude: “Rather than the students of university preparation oriented high schools that are engrossed in exams, deviation values, and getting high grades, these students may be the ones with the biggest hearts. For the coming future, what society needs is not scholastic abilities, but rather, generous hearts.”

It was a fine piece of writing. But it was also hilarious. The lady who submitted the piece, and the newspaper that published this–they’re both worth a laugh. We weren’t ‘cleaning up silently’. We just picked up some cans. If we hadn’t been wearing school uniforms from Inanohara High, I don’t think the old lady who submitted this piece would’ve been as touched. It’s the same for the middle-aged lady who worked at the supermarket. She probably wouldn’t have kept a watch over us hiding half of her body with the shelves. As it turns out, the picking up of trash by female teenagers who totally look as if they’d shoplift or prost.i.tute themselves makes a touching, heart-warming story. Everyone loves stories like that. They love kind, tear-jerking, courageous, beautiful stories like that.

That’s why you shouldn’t let your guard down. That’s what Misaki meant. If you get sucked in by a beautiful story, you won’t be able to escape from it.

For Mutsuki, it’s the role of the player who promises victory to the departed coach, for us, it’s the role of the youth who’ve yet to lose their big-heartedness despite their inability to exceed in their studies, for the students who’re in university prep-oriented schools, it’s the role of the exhausted elite who spends day-in-day out in an exam and grade war–we won’t be able to escape from these roles. I don’t want to be restrained by these roles. I don’t want to act the role expected of me. I want to expand the role of the main character. I want to do everything from the directing to the script to the acting. I want to kick to the wayside all those who shove roles onto me and order me to act a certain way. I don’t want to live my life being in someone else’s story.

That’s why, you can’t let your guard down.


The cell phone rang. Kei-kun lets out a whoop and pumps his fist in the air. Kisaragi looks up at the ceiling.

“hello? Oh, I’m…ah, yeah. Okay, I’ll be there right away.”

Suu-chan’s expression clouds up.

“Who was that from?”

“A friend. That means four people are off the hook. Well, I’m gonna go. Fujimoto, thanks for the meal.”

He gave a wave to Suu-chan, and after bowing deeply to Kisaragi, Kei-kun left.

“Don’t you think Kei-kun’s been spending a lot of time hanging out lately?”

Misaki commented to Suu-chan without looking at her.

“Yeah…it’s not really that he’s gotten into a habit of it…it’s more like, he’s using it as a way of releasing his anger, you know?”

“I can’t believe he’d choose his friends over his girlfriend though. I think that’s just disgusting, don’t you think so too, Riho?”

“Why are you asking me?”

“Well, before you and Takurou-kun broke up, you snapped at him too, remember? Saying stuff like how he’s always hanging out with his friends instead of you. He probably dumped you because you were ragging on him too much about it.”

“Misaki, that’s going a bit far. I’m gonna get mad if you say anymore.”

“Why don’t you? I warned you that if you complain too much, the guy’s gonna make a run for it.”

“Well yeah, but I wasn’t being annoying. I just said what I wanted to say.”

“That’s what I meant by being annoying.”

“I don’t care if I’m annoying. If I always have to hold back from saying what I really want to say, I’d rather be dumped.”

“Huh, but for someone with that kind of att.i.tude, you sure were racking your head over your relations.h.i.+p. Enough to get a stomach ache from it.”

She really is impressive. She always knows which b.u.t.tons to press. She’s a genius. I don’t know what use it’ll be for her to have such a skill, but it’s really a G.o.d-given gift. It probably won’t be of any use to her though.

Kisaragi stands up waveringly. He let out a deep sigh as he held the bill in his hand. Misaki smiled thinly.

“Looks like you’re the loser today.”

“The five minute penalty was the cincher, I think. You lost a close game.”

I comment.

“Kisaragi-kun, you’ll have other chances in the future.”

Suu-chan comforts him. Kisaragi counts the contents of his wallet, and let out an even deeper sigh.


The rain had stopped. The rain that had been coming down without a break since morning had let up, the clouds dispersed, and the light of summer washed the city. The air feels nice. This is a town rich with green. The abundant trees create pockets of shade throughout the town, and it preserves the coolness. The cicadas that had come before its season are already chirring. The more awkward their sound, which drenches the town along with the light, the cooler the breeze that blows across the city.

In our town, the summers pa.s.s with break-neck speed. Even though the summer break had yet to begin, the sky today reminded me already of Fall.

“What are you going to do afteryou graduate?”

Suu-chan asked on a whim. I don’t know who she meant the question to be for. We were walking along the stone pavement of s.h.i.+royama. There are no castles here. The only thing left are the stone walls covered in moss.

A swallow glides so low that it almost touches the ground, and it soared high up into the air before disappearing. It was as if it was showing off to those who couldn’t fly what they were missing out on.

“Are you going to go on to university? Or are you going to find a job?”

She stops. One black-winged dragonfly has its wings spread on Suu-chan’s shoulder. It’s going to be the season for dragonflies soon.

“What about you, Suu-chan?”

I repeated the question back to her. I know it’s a cowardly method. When I don’t know the answer to something, or when I don’t want to answer the question, I use this method. I know it’s a cowardly way of covering it up. Misaki shrugs.

“I don’t know.”

Suu-chan simply shakes her head.

“Suu-chan, you could advance to university since you’re smart.”

“Yeah…but I don’t think I’d be able to get into a public university, and my parents told me private schools are out because they cost too much money.”

Suu-chan’s family runs the Nagahara factory, I heard that a long time ago, they made more than one hundred types of screws. They even had around twenty employees. Now, there are only Suu-chan’s parents and a man named Imai-san left.

“They’re not doing too well. They said they didn’t know how much longer they could keep the factory going. I guess that means university’s out for me.”

“Work’s gonna be out too, you know.”

Misaki lifted her gaze up to the sky as if tracing the path of the swallow.

“It’s super tough for high schoolers to find full time jobs these days. Especially from our school–no company even comes to recruit at our school. I heard that students going to university or technical school are flooding into the jobs that high school graduates used to do. There are lots of people who graduated this year who’re just lazing around and doing nothing because they couldn’t find jobs.”

After saying all that, Misaki realized she went a bit too far, even for her, so she adds:

“But Suu-chan, you’re the top scorer of our grade. I think you’ll be able to find a job somehow.”

Misaki said this in a calm manner that was unlike her.

“Yeah, but it’s not like I have a dream or anything. There’s nothing really that I want to become, and it’s just a big ha.s.sle to be told stuff like ‘find a job.’ If only I could stay a student of Inanohara forever…”

Turning to Suu-chan, I nod in agreement. Now’s the best. Now’s fun. I want for things to stay like this forever. If only time could loop. Rather than pa.s.sing by, I wish it could just go in circles. Then, we could always be as we are now.

Sometimes, I seriously wish for that. At the same time though, I wish I could leave it all. Leave this town for somewhere far beyond, and find a me that’s completely unlike the me that exists now. I think that too. I wonder if there’s a spell that could grant me a way of making such complete opposite wishes possible to have at the same time?

I glanced over at Misaki’s side profile with her pointed chin.

I wonder how it is for Misaki?

I wonder how she plans to live her life with her fragile, weakly body and her tough and stubborn spirit?

“What about you, Kisaragi?”

Misaki turns on her heels, and faced Kisaragi, who had been walking right behind us.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. Have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?”

“Sure, I have. Lots.”

Misaki’s eyes, which were already big, opened up even further. My eyes were in the same state. I was shocked. I’m shocked that Kisaragi had been thinking seriously about his future. With us staring at him, Kisaragi scratches the back of his head. Kisaragi’s not a bad looking guy. If you had to put him in one column or another, then he’d probably be considered even a good catch–a “hot guy.” If he just became more conscious of himself and invested more time into the way he looks, that is. He always dyes his hair half-heartedly on a whim, so it ends up looking like a pudding do with the roots black and the ends brown. Not only that, but it’s all frizzy because he doesn’t care for it. Even when it comes to shaving, there’s always some patches of stubble that he misses, and it’s unseemly, really.

Misaki and I’ve been talking about how one day, we should hold Kisaragi down and re-dye his hair, foam up his entire face, and give him a good was.h.i.+ng.

So I thought that just as he is in his looks, he would be equally half-hearted about his way of thinking and living. And yet here he was…

“Well then, we’d love to hear it.”

Misaki folds her arms.

“Well, it’s not really that big of a deal that’d warrant telling somebody ‘bout it.”

“Okay everyone, gather around!”

I stood beside Kisaragi and whistled. Being surrounded by three girls, Kisaragi tries to step backwards. Putting a hand on his shoulder, I pull him forward.

“Ri-Riho, stop it! If something happens between us, I don’t know how I’m gonna be able to face Mutsuki.”

“What are you planning on doing with me? And anyway your face was never anything to brag home about in the first place. Now, spit it out. What’ve you been thinking?”

“Well…so it’s like, the future, right? Um, it involves Mutsuki.”

“Mutsuki?”

“Right. He’s probably–no, for sure going to turn pro, right? When he does that, he’s gonna get loads in his contract, right? Like a million?”

“What does Mutsuki’s contract have to do with you?”

“It does. It’s ‘cause we made a promise.”

“About what?”

“That if either of us turns pro and got our hands on a lot of money, that we would split it.”

“When did you make that promise?”

“Back in elementary school.”

That reminded me. Back when we were in elementary school, Kisaragi and Mutsuki were both in the local Sports Boys’ Scouts. Mutsuki was crazy about baseball even back then. Kisaragi played soccer. I remember now. On the school grounds, Kisaragi showed me his lifting. The soccer ball was bouncing around on his shoulder and leg as if it were alive. It was almost sunset.

For a writing for grade 6, Mutsuki graduated after writing: “My dream is to become a professional baseball player.” One year later, I wonder what it was that Kisaragi wrote as being his dream? I don’t remember. I don’t even remember what I wrote down in mine.

“Mutsuki isn’t one to break his promises, so I think he’ll definitely split that contract money with me. So using that $500,000 as my funds…”

“Yeah?”

“I’m thinking of going on an adventure trip. What do you think?”

“Huh? What’s that? What do you mean by an ‘adventure trip’?”

“Well, I have lots of stuff planned, but I guess I’ll start off with a ‘Great Journey.’”

We looked at each other. We didn’t expect an English phrase to come from his mouth.

“I’ve heard of that. That’s the show that has this doctor who’s also an explorer spending years trekking and cycling from South America to Africa, right? Something about going backwards of the route that humans made since first appearing on the Earth…am I on the right track?”

Suu-chan c.o.c.ked her head in an uncertain manner. Kisaragi snaps his fingers.

“Bingo! We shouldn’t have expected any less from the top scorer of our grade! That’s right, it’s a gigantic journey. A 50,000 kilometre journey. Sounds cool, don’t you think?”

“But, someone’s already completed that journey, right? That’d make you a pallid imitation.”

“ ‘Pallid imitation’…? Riho, you’re really old school, you know that? No high schooler today would use a term like that. That’s what you get for being a Granny’s girl.”

I grimaced, and clucked my tongue.

“Just drop it, all right? I was asking you a serious question. What’s so ‘gigantic’ about that?”

“Well, I’m serious too.”

“How old are you anyway? Can’t you be a little more realistic?”

“That might not be so bad.”

Misaki lets out a snap with her fingers. It sounds better than when Kisaragi did it.

“That might not be so bad. A journey to trace back the beginning of mankind. I’m in!”

“Misaki, this isn’t a bus. You can’t just hop on like that.”

“But, I think that sounds nice too. You know, like going on a journey…I’d like to go someplace away too.”

Suu-chan stretched her hand into the air as if grasping for something.

“Geez, you three are just like, totally trying to run away from the reality of the situation. How pathetic.”

“Whoa, Riho. You’re such a realist. You really should watch out for that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“If you’re too focused on the reality of things, then you’re gonna get crushed. With our school being the school that it is, it practically rules out being able to advance to university, and we don’t even know if we’ll be able to find jobs. It’s not like we’re particularly stunning in looks either. We don’t have any ambitions, and we hate putting effort into things. In other words, we’re stuck on a sinking s.h.i.+p. If you really face the facts, you’ll get depressed and feel like dying.”

Misaki lightly patted the trunk of a cherry blossom tree that was indicated to be around ten years old.

“These branches are the perfect size to hang yourself from, Riho.”

“Thanks. When you hang yourself, I promise I’ll hold down your legs for you.”

“Hey—listen to my ‘Great Journey’ plans, will ya? That’s what we were talking about originally anyway. I’ll start from Patagonia. It’ll be 50,000 kilometres from there to Tanzania in East Africa. 50,000 kms.”

“I really wonder if he’s going to get a million bucks?”

Me being the realist that I am, I honed in on the part of the story that was the closest to reality.

“It’ll probably be even more than that. If it’s Mutsuki, taking into factor the bribes and stuff that he’s probably gonna get, the total will probably be somewhere around 3 million.”

Misaki holds up three fingers. Even though she doesn’t admit it, Misaki’s a realist too. She knows that we’re not the residents of some la-la dream land.

“Sounds great. Then I guess I could con a million off of Mutsuki and make one.”

“Make a what?”

This time, it was Kisaragi asking the questions.

“A reverse harem. I’m going to gather together the hottest guys and have them wait on me. What do you think?”

“That’d be tiring.”

Misaki shakes her head in distaste.

“Yeah, but if you get pregnant from it, then that really would be the birth of mankind–literally.”

Suu-chan pats her stomach with a slap.

“Hey, c’mon. Listen to me. Don’t you think becoming an explorer sounds awesome? Have you ever heard of the Uyuni Salt Flat in Bolivia? Of course you haven’t. It’s amazing, you know. 120 kms of pure white Earth stretched out before you.”

“How many $10,000 piles would 3 mill make?”

“I would be satisfied with $30. I really could use that today.”

“Are you guys listening? It’s pure white! It’s white all along the horizon.”

We began walking under the cherry blossom trees while saying whatever came to our minds. The wind blows. The swallows fly. The droplets that drip from the branches disperse with a sparkle.

“Ah.”

I let out a brief cry. Suu-chan noticed it right away too.

“It’s a rainbow.”

The vivid rainbow is stretched out across the sky. And, like an apparition, there’s another faintly outlined rainbow right on top.

“It’s a double rainbow.”

We saw something really beautiful. Even though we saw the beautiful rainbow, nothing changes. Our reality is still that we’re stuck on a sinking s.h.i.+p. Unless this is a dream world, the double rainbow won’t be a promise of happiness. Even then though, I feel a bit happy.

Maybe I should let Mutsuki know?

That thought came to my mind on a whim.

“The rainbow’s appeared. Something good might happen.”

Maybe I should send him a text like that?

“All righty.”

Kisaragi joins his feet together and jumps. He lands on the puddle that’s a few metres in front of us. The water sprays upwards. It gets on our skirts. It also gets on our legs and arms. It’s cold. We jumped too. There are numerous puddles all around us.

Splas.h.!.+

Su-chan lets out a shriek while laughing. Misaki leans against a cherry blossom tree and continues to gaze up at the rainbow.

Summer’s approaching. I should go and get a tan. I should expose my skin to the sun as a way of commemorating the summer of my 17th year. I’ll spray water as I run along the beach. I don’t care if my skin begins to peel from the sun exposure. I don’t even care if I can’t prevent wrinkles because of it. As for the future? Well I’ll just throw it to the wayside for now.

“Let’s go to the beach.”

I thrust out a fist.

“Yeah, let’s!”

Suu-chan was the first to react. She b.u.mped fists with me.

“Well what’s the point in seeing you guys in swim suits?”

Kisaragi slapped my fist with an open hand.

“What about you, Misaki?”

Misaki turns around slowly. She has a face void of blood like that of a doll’s.

“I’m not going. I hate the beach.”

And while continuing to gaze at us, she takes a step backwards. Behind her is a downward slope with thick gra.s.s. And at the bottom is a row of roofs of people’s houses. It’s a pretty steep hill. Misaki’s loafer digs into the summer gra.s.s. The gra.s.s, wet from the rain, is a dark green. Suu-chan gulps.

“Misaki, watch out!”

Pus.h.i.+ng aside me with my outstretched hand, Kisaragi springs forward. Grabbing her arm, he pulls her forward. Misaki’s bag went tumbling down from her hand.

“What are you doing? It’s dangerous around here. If you slip, you’re gonna fall all the way down.”

Misaki clings onto Kisaragi. Misaki with her thin body, fits easily in Kisaragi’s arms, and I couldn’t help but think that it looked as if she might disappear into thin air. She leaned her head against Kisaragi’s shoulder, and closes her eyes. For only a brief moment though. After that brief moment, she recovers, and she pushed herself away from the arms that held her. She picks up her fallen bag. She nods towards the slope with her jaw.

“There’s…a dead cat.”

Kisaragi blinks, and slowly moves to peer down at the slope. He let’s out a small “whoa.” Suu-chan and I do the same thing. We peered down.

The summer gra.s.s looks fierce. It grows thickly being exposed to the sun, being hit with the rain, and taking in the summer heat. Amongst the dark green gra.s.s, I spotted a small white ma.s.s. My eyes strain to see it.

“There’s another one.”

Misaki says in a tone void of intonation. An ash-colored striped cat was laying down with its head facing the direction of the slope. There is red foam around its mouth. After checking the white tongue hanging out and the collar with the bell attached to it, I s.h.i.+ft my eyes away from the sight.

“There’re…two dead.”

Misaki lets out a moan. Holding a hand up to her mouth, she squats down near the root of the cherry blossom tree.


After we forced Misaki into the car that had come to pick her up, we decided to walk home. It’ll take around twenty minutes, but it’s not like we were in any hurry.

“I wonder if Misaki-chan’s gonna be okay? She looked as white as a sheet.”

Suu-chan mutters. Neither Kisaragi or I a.s.sured her that she’d be fine.

Misaki’s super weak against shocks. Especially if it involves dead bodies. Even if it’s the body of a bug, she reacts in an excessive way. She’s fine when it comes to dogs that rear its sharp fangs in her direction, snakes that are coiled to strike at her, c.o.c.kroaches, centipedes, and anything alive, but when those things die and stop moving, she becomes deathly afraid of it. Blood drains from her face, and she has to restrain her urge to gag, and she ends dry heaving like she just did. Even if it wasn’t Misaki though, that sight we came across earlier would’ve been enough to give anyone a fright. I was scared too. The cats with the b.l.o.o.d.y foam around its mouth– there’s no way that they died naturally. Someone poisoned it. I’m more scared of the fact that someone tried to kill it more than the carca.s.ses itself. I’m scared of the intentions and the feelings of the person that did this. It frightens me.

I lift my head up to look at the sky. The rainbow was still there in two layers. The carca.s.ses in the gra.s.s, that rainbow, and the feelings of fear inside our hearts–this is all reality.

This peaceful town called mini-Kyoto of the West that’s centered around the remains of ancient castles, is graced with a rainbow across the sky. And with the murdered cats swallowed up by the gra.s.s, the town attempts to welcome an evening like all the others before it.

I stopped walking, and took in a deep breath.

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