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Re: A New Home - Original Characters, Original Route

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Now you made me crave Japanese curry... I never heard of that chain before, and I've never seen any, but I'll have to look out for them the next time I am in Japan.
Looking at their menu, "7" is quite a lot, though: The menu says that levels six and above are limited to those who have already eaten an entire serving of level 5 - which makes me mildly apprehensive of those levels. :mrgreen:

Also: My Japanese is not good enough to reverse-engineer those mis-translations. :oops:

SPaG nothing besides the tenses and some mix-ups of "stationery" and "stationary".

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Re: A New Home - Original Characters, Original Route

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Taxi Service

Another week of school has passed, and you could now say that I really am a part of the school’s Disciplinary Committee now. I was a part of the committee on paper before, but I’ve done my share of paperwork. There haven’t been any scenarios like back during my first week for me to get involved with. That has now changed.

There had been an accusation of theft during the week. A boy’s lunch had gone missing, and it wasn’t clear who had taken in. Luckily there was a camera in the hall where he had left his bag, and we were able to pick out the perpetrator.

Once they were brought in and interrogated, they tried to claim that it had been a mistake. This wasn’t received too well as some investigation showed that they didn’t own that kind of bag, and they always ate in the cafeteria.

The high-quality snacks that weren’t recovered with the lunch box revealed the truth. The perpetrator was forced to apologize and replace the food. They were also given a detention with plenty of time to write about how they should behave to others, but the lack of harm that he caused with his actions meant that it went no further.

The whole thing had been a very interesting experience as I got to see the more detective-like side of the job. It wasn’t easy and there were plenty of points where we could have just ended the investigation, but the doggedness of the others brought the episode to a successful conclusion.

My visit to the nurse just now had been less dramatic and less positive as well. My condition hadn’t changed much, and Nurse had told me to keep on as I had been while he would decide how best to proceed from here. Again, it was less of a problem that nothing had changed and more of an annoyance that we hadn’t got things right the first few times.

Despite all of that, I was now heading into town with Cho and Nanami. I haven’t been spending as much time with them as I could have, and I felt guilty about that. They have really helped me settle in around here.

That is how I'm now heading off to what I suspect to be their favourite tea shop. As well as an interrogation as to what has kept me from them these past weeks. They're already at it, and we hadn’t even got there yet.

“It’s amazing how you’re already policing the other students,” Nanami says. “Your name is already spreading around as the newest member of the committee taskforce.”

Leave it to Nanami to conjure images of some police squad preparing to raid a suspect’s hideout.

“Am I really?” I ask, hoping that it’s just an exaggeration on her part.

“Of course you are,” Cho replies. “The new girl joining the Disciplinary Committee and already getting involved in disciplinary issues. You’d have been noticed without all of that. With it, you stick out like a sore thumb.”

I suppose that everyone in a position of power in this school does have something to make them stand out. I wonder what thing will be?

“So, are we going where I think we’re going?” I ask. “High Tea?”

“You know us to well.” Nanami responds. “I guess we’re developing a reputation as well.”

“You don’t mind it do you?” Cho asks, with a tinge of concern. “We always go there but, if you’d rather not, we could always try someplace else.”

“No, it’s not that at all,” I say quickly. “In fact, I really liked the place. It’s such a change from what you’d expect from a café. I just wanted to know if I was right.”

“That’s a relief,” Nanami says. “I’m glad you’ve become just as fond of it as us.

It’s a straightforward journey this time and we arrive at the gates of the little tea garden to find it empty. It looks like we might be the only guests this time. It seems to be that fact that causes Reiko to act a bit more excitedly than she did last time.

“I’m glad you made it,” she calls out as she comes across the courtyard.

I don’t think she was expecting us, but she seems to see these two as frequent visitors and welcomes them as if she was.

“How’s it going, you two?” She asks. “And you, Hatsumi?”

I’m somewhat surprised that she remembers me, but she seems to care about Cho and Nanami and I guess that’s enough to remember the friends they bring with them.

“We’re doing wonderful, Eiko,” Cho answers. “And I’m sure that things will only get better now that we’re here.”

I nod to her as Cho talks and she smiles back warmly.

“Lead the way,” Nanami says as a way to get things moving and Eiko motions for us to follow her to a table quite near the food display. I suppose it’s so that she can talk to us and help any other customers that arrive without there being to much of a disruption.

Once we’re all seated at the table, Eiko steps away to get us something to snack on. There’s no need for us to move as everyone can see and hear everything from where they are.

I think you’ll like this one,” Eiko says. “A bit closer to the teas you'd usually have, but still a little more exotic compared them.”

It looks like you don’t know what you’re going to get here either. While there is a menu here, Eiko seems to enjoy using her friends as testing grounds for various teas that she’s found. The last experience was excellent, so I look forward to seeing what she brings out this time.

“It’s from a small family farm in the Fujian province over in China,” she explains. “Not that easy to get a hold of unless you have a good source. The flavour of this harvest has a strong toffee aftertaste, and the ginger is much less noticeable than usual.”

Eiko holds up a small jar of black, twisted leaves that have a hint of gold at the tips. There was no fancy packaging this time, so I wasn’t able to even try and figure out what the tea was called. I had thought that she was just someone who liked tea and was able to get her hands on something unusual the last time we were here, but it seemed that Eiko’s connections in the tea world went much further than I thought.

It must be a family business as I doubt that someone around our age would really be this well connected without some help. Whatever the case, it looks like I’ll be joining this group of tea connoisseurs in experiencing what the world has to offer.

Eiko sets about brewing a pot of the tea before she continues elaborating on what she’s prepared for today. “With it will come a delicious no-bake cheesecake. It’s easier to make than a regular cheesecake, but no less delicious. You’ll find that the cream cheese is an excellent pairing with the flavours of the tea.”

That sounds delicious, but I wasn’t sure how it would stack up against the original. If Eiko seems so confident in it, then I would have to trust her. She definitely seemed to know her craft.

“That all sounds wonderful,” Cho says once Eiko goes silent. “I do hope you’ll join us for this experience though.”

“Of course I will,” she replies. “I have tried it already, but what’s really the point of having tea without company. I’m sure it will be even better this way.

It’s not long before the array of treats is laid out before us. A slice of cake that looks too light to be believed before each of us as well as steaming cups of tea that have been freshly poured.

“Well, I do hope you all enjoy it,” Eiko says as she sits down between Cho and me. “I think it’s sure to be a treat.”

We all start with the tea and although I could only take a small sip due to the heat and I must admit that I’m very impressed by it. I can taste everything that Eiko mentioned, but there's also a hint of dried fruits in the background.

“It’s so complex!” Nanami announces, and Cho nods her head. “You really are amazing.”

“I do try to track these things down when they’re available, but don’t expect to have it again. I have to save it for as many people as possible.”

That was admirable of her, trying to spread the experience as far as possible rather than hogging it all for herself and a few friends.

“And now I want to see what this is all about,” Cho announces as she turns to the cheesecake. “I’m expecting great things.”

The rest of us follow suit and I’m blown away by the first mouthful. It really is lighter than any cake I’ve tried before. It’s not that sweet either, rather just extremely creamy. It definitely works well with the tea Eiko chose.

“So how do you know all of this,” I say turning to her. “And how did you meet these two?”

She seems to be unfazed by me prying into her life and answers quickly. “Tea is a big part of my family’s life. We’ve been hunting down rare brews for generations at this point. I’m not sure you’ll find a tea on earth that someone in my family hasn’t tried.”

I was right about her background then.

“I’ve been living here with my grandmother for some time now. So that I can learn from her and take care of her. That’s why I ended up going to Yamaku. It’s the closest school and meant it was easy for me to get home at the end of the day.”

So, she went to Yamaku despite not having any disabilities. I know we do have some students like that, but they were rather rare.

“And these two?” I prompt her.

“I was on the running cteam when Cho arrived at Yamaku. We became friends and she eventually introduced me to Nanami.”

I suppose that’s how these things turn out. A chance meeting turns into a budding friendship. Just like my time here so far.

“And now you share these teas with people in a small village out in the middle of nowhere?” I ask.

That might seem a bit harsh, but it was a genuine question. For something that seems to be quite the international business, it doesn’t really make sense to be away from a larger city.

“I’ve enjoyed my time here and grandma isn’t going anywhere, and I don’t intend to leave her either. I’ve also got the customers I’ve raised to think about.” She says this and looks to Nanami. “I take full credit for getting you into tea. There’s no way you’d be doing something like this if I hadn’t lured you in with all sorts of delicacies.”

“Don’t make fun of me like that,” Nanami moans. “I may not have been into all of this fancy stuff before, but I made it in the end. I can appreciate a good tea just like the two of you.”

It’s funny to see Nanami flustered. She does look out of place, and I can easily see how none of this would have been usual to her. Something like the Shanghai would definitely be her normal hangout if she hadn’t bumped into Cho.

It’s fun getting to look into the past that brought these three together. I wouldn’t have expected it to happen, but the three of them definitely seem close. It’s probably nice for Eiko to be able to share this with people of similar age. I get the idea that the tea world probably doesn’t have many young people in it. The age of her customers from before add to that belief.

Suddenly, I realize that something doesn’t seem right.

The world looks wrong.

Everything is on its side, and I can see a number of legs right in front of me

I can hear Cho saying something, but I can’t make out any of it. Nanami is looking down at me in a panicked state. I

realize that I’m lying on the floor and that there’s a dull pain throughout my entire body. My throat is also sore.

Something has gone wrong and I can’t really figure out what.

Over the next minute things start to get better. I start to make sense of what happened and what everyone around me is doing. I try to sit up, but I'm unable to.

That causes me to panic slightly.

“Hatsumi,” Cho calls out again. “Are you back with us.”

She looks worried, but not as much as Nanami and I nod in response to her question.

“I’m fine,” I croak out.

“That’s good,” she continues. “Eiko has gone to call for help. You had a seizure. We just want to make sure that you’re okay.”

I had a seizure?

That’s not good. I’d just been to see the nurse and now this happens? It looks like things are getting a lot worse than we thought.

“How about we get you up if you’re ready?” Nanami asks.

I would very much like that, and I try to push myself upright, though my limbs don’t seem to be working properly as I go nowhere.

“I think I’m going to need you to help me with that,” I say, looking at the two of them. “I can’t really move.”

Cho and Nanami help to pull me into an upright position before Cho pulls over a chair for me to lean against. I’m not even going to try and stand up as my legs feel like jelly.

“Can you tell me what happened?” I ask.

“We were all just enjoying the tea and cake when a funny look came over you,” Cho explained. “Then the seizure started, and you tipped out of the chair. Reiko pulled everything out of the way, so you didn’t hit yourself on anything.”

“And how bad was it?” I ask, dreading the answer they might give.

“I’ve seen worse,” Nanami chimes in. “It was still a shock, but it could have lasted longer and been more violent.”

That's something at least. I’ve read descriptions of how badly a seizure could go. At least my tongue is still in one piece.

Now that I’m thinking straighter, I remember something I should do. I try to reach for my jacket pocket, but my arm fails me once again.

“Cho, could you get my pager out of my pocket,” I ask. “I know Eiko’s calling for help, but I think I should let them know as well.”

It probably wasn’t necessary as they’re likely to be on their way already, but I want to take a bit of control back in this situation so the act of calling the seizure in feels important to me.

Cho reaches into the pocket that I nod towards and pulls out my pager. I’m just able to lift one of my arms and I reach out for her to hand it over.

“Thanks,” I say as she does, and I press the button on it. “How long do you think they’ll be?”

“There already on the way,” Eiko says as she returns to us. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” I reply. “And I can’t really move.”

She nods. “You think you can drink anything?”

“Probably,” I say. “Why?”

“Nurse said that you should try to drink something if you’re feeling up to it,” she explains. “If you’ve got a dry or sore throat, fluid will help with it. Anything else and he wants to check you over first.”

He’s already giving me treatment over the phone. That’s quick work.

“I could use a drink,” I say. “Anything specific?”

“Anything will be fine,” she replies. “Luckily our tea has some medicinal benefits and he cleared it for you.”

That is convenient. I watch as Eiko brings a cup of tea over and I see that there’s a bit of a mess on the table where I was sitting.

“Sorry about that,” I say, managing to point to the table. “I didn’t want to ruin your tea set.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she answers. “Nothing’s broken and all we lost was a cup of tea. It’s not that important.”

She holds out the tea and I’m able to take it from her carefully. My right arm seems to be mostly normal, but I can tell that the rest of me is not so good. It really is a weird feeling to be propped there unable to really move anything.


Some time passes and Nurse comes through the gate pushing a wheelchair with a medical bag lying on the seat. He’s still maintaining his friendly smile even if he looks a bit more serious than usual.

“Is there anything you want me to look at first?” He asks. There’s no playful banter though. “Anything that you think might be serious?”

“I’m not sure,” I reply. “I feel a bit sore, and I can’t really move, but nothing feels too bad.

“You can’t move?” He queries me. “How bad is it?”

“Well, I can do this,” I say as I wave my right hand at him. “But besides that, not much.”

I try to move my other limbs and the only movement is a weak twitching of my other arm. My legs are still limp, and I worry that trying too hard may simply cause me to topple sideways.

“Let me get a better look at you and we’ll see what the problem is,” Nurse says. “It’s probably just an aftereffect of the seizure. Nothing to worry about as it will likely clear up after a while.”

He’s trying to reassure me that everything is fine, but what he’s left unsaid worries me more. What if it doesn’t just clear up?

“Could the three of you give us some time,” Nurse said, looking to the others. “We’ll be discussing some private information."

They clearly understand the situation and head out of the courtyard. Eiko takes a ‘Be Back Soon” sign with her and closes the gate as she steps out. I guess it’s the best she can do on short notice. Nurse probably doesn’t want to move me inside before he’s checked me over either.

“You really shouldn’t worry about this,” Nurse says. “It’s likely just Todd’s paralysis. It can affect quite a lot of people who’ve had a seizure. It gets better after some time. Have you noticed any improvements?”

“Yes, I couldn’t move at all when it first happened,” I say. “Now you can see how I am.”

I try my best to show how much I’ve improved, but the movement is still restricted to my upper limbs.

“Then I’m probably right,” he responds. “You’re not in any danger right now, but we’re definitely going to have to look into this. We’ll need a drastic change in your medication and possibly some other treatments if it continues like this.”

“So, you think it could get worse?” I ask him.

“Depends on what you mean,” he replies. “If you’re worried about having more seizures like that, then yes. If you’re worried that the seizures will get worse, then no. You entered the Clonic phase of a seizure just now. That’s about as bad as it will get. Though you are going to have to be careful from now on. I wouldn’t recommend walking anywhere without someone who knows what to do if you have another seizure.

It's a relief that Nurse seems more concerned with how my day-to-day activities will be affected by any more seizures rather than the health implications of having them. That gives me hope that he sees a way to deal with them without too many issues.

He then proceeds to check me over for any injuries that I might have gotten during the seizure. He’s most worried about my head and any exposed areas.

“It’s not that bad if you just got a bruise on your side or your leg. You’ll live through that,” he says. “Now since you can’t walk yet, I’d like to get you up into this wheelchair. You may look fine, but I’d still like to get you back to the office to give you a proper checkup.”

It's a surprise when he quickly positions the wheelchair next to me and hoists me into it with only a little effort. He's a lot stronger than I thought.

Now that I'm in the chair, he takes a moment to reposition me so that it'll be more comfortable for me.

You wouldn’t mind if I go get some help, would you?” He asks.

“Sure,” I said , wondering who he's talking about. “I don’t think you’d be able to push me all the way up that hill on your own anyway.”

He may be strong, but it's a long way up a steep hill, and I can already picture the image of him losing control of the wheelchair.
“Exactly,” he said, with a smile. “I’m glad you’re taking this so well. It can be quite an ordeal.”

As he walks towards the gate, I think about what he said. He’s right. I’ve handled this much better than my initial diagnosis. I wonder if that’s because I’ve matured or just because I’m still in shock?

A few moments later, nurse comes back into the courtyard, and I’m surprised to see that Toru is following behind him.

“What are you doing here?” I ask in surprise.

Nurse answers before he can say anything. “He told me how you helped him with his attack awhile ago and I knew I’d be able to make use of his abilities in getting you back to school. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No,” I reply. “I’m sure you’ll be a great help Toru.”

With the vulnerability I have seen from him before, I’m in no position to be embarrassed by us swapping roles this time around. Nurse seems aware of that and had chosen his assistant well. I think it would be worse to have a stranger pushing me around.

“I’m glad to help,” Toru says. “But I’d be grateful to get out of here quickly.”

He’s looking around at the tree filled courtyard and both of us know what he means.

“Yes,” Nurse says. “Let’s get going. Don’t want any more developments.”

Toru grabs a hold of the wheelchair, undoes the breaks, and begins to push me out towards the street.

I see that the others are just around the corner waiting for us to finish in the café. Eiko walks over to us.

“I’m glad it looks like you’re doing okay,” she says. “I mean, at least its fine for you to move.”

I can understand that it might be hard to find what to say in this situation.

“Don’t worry,” I reassure her. “I’m going to make a full recovery. I’m grateful for what you did, and sorry for the inconvenience.”

“It’s not your fault,” she replies. “I hope you recover quickly. I’d also be happy to see you again so we can have a proper end to a tea party.”

That’s a touching offer and I thank her for it before Nurse hurries us along back towards the school. Cho and Nanami say their goodbyes before they rush to catch up with us we round the first corner.

“So, are you going to be alright?” Cho asks me.

Once again Nurse steps in.

“She should be,” he says. “But don’t pry into other people’s medical conditions. You know that.”

He’s trying to follow procedure, but I think I can tell them that much.

“It’s not to serious,” I say. “Now you’ve seen that I have epilepsy. All of this is within the expected range of my condition.”

“I suppose that’s something,” Nanami says. “I just hope that you’ll be able to find a good solution soon.”

I hope so as well.

The conversation dies down after that as I don’t think any of us are really in the mood for it at the moment. We make it back to Yamaku quickly enough thanks to Toru.

He really doesn’t seem to get tired.

Cho and Nanami say their goodbyes as we reach the auxiliary building and head off back to the dorms. We head inside and Toru stops just outside Nurse’s office.

“There we go,” he says. “I’ll beheading upstairs. Come by afterwards if you want to.”

“Thanks for the help,” I say as he’s about to leave.

“Yes, you were a great help,” Nurse says. “I’m glad you were around.”

Toru nods and head off towards the stairs while Nurse opens his office door before wheeling me inside. It’s frustrating that I can’t do it myself with only my one arm still fully functional.

Once we’re in the office, Nurse sets about getting to work. He takes me over to a section of the room for examining patients before turning to one of the cupboards.

“Let’s get this over with,” he says. “It’s just a bunch of simple tests for me to check how you’re doing. Okay?”

“I get it,” I respond.

What follows are a whole string of test to check my current condition. They’re all simple and familiar tests. A flashlight in my eyes, tracking his pen, listening to my breathing, and, most importantly, my ability to move.

It’s the most pressing part to me and Nurse’s calm attitude does a lot to keep me calm. There hasn’t been much improvement yet and I can hardly move. That I can feel him poking at my limbs is somewhat reassuring. They’re not completely dead.

“Yes, it looks like I was right about what’s happened,” he says. “You’re suffering from Todd’s paralysis. It’s not an uncommon thing to go through after a seizure like the one you had. With a bit of time, you’ll be back to full mobility.”

That was great to hear. I knew actual paralysis was unlikely but him affirming that was a welcome relief.

“So how long am I going to be like this?” I ask.

“That’s difficult to say,” he replies. “It can vary and there’s hardly any indication besides the speed of your recovery that will tell us that. It could be only a few hours. It could take several days.”

“Days!?” I squeak out.

That was a shocking answer. One I did not want to hear.

“That’s in the worst-case scenario,” Nurse said quickly. “From what I’ve seen of you, I don’t think that’s you. You should be on your feet by tomorrow at the latest. You might need a cane for a while if you intend to do much walking. Your full strength will probably take a few days to return.”

I'm not t sure whether to be upset by that or relieved that Nurse saw an end to me being trapped like this.

“More important is your treatment from now on,” Nurse says. “It will need to get more drastic as the medication hasn’t been working so far and we don’t really have time to waste anymore. You’re in more danger of hurting yourself now.”

I wonder how much this is going to affect my life. Some treatments can be quite extreme.

“So far we’ve only been using some of the milder treatments,” Nurse continues. “We’ll need to change that. Someone will come round to your room to swap out your medication as we’re going to switch you over to a stronger regiment. You’ll also have to make some lifestyle changes.”

“What am I going to be doing,” I ask. “It won’t be too unpleasant?”

“It will take some getting used to,” he says. “Your diet is going to have to change. A ketogenic diet has been shown to help control seizures. It might not solve the problem, but we want to minimize the effect your seizures have.

“What does that mean?” I ask. “What will I be cutting out.”

“It’s a high protein, low carbohydrate diet,” he explains. “That means you need to cut out anything like rice, bread, or anything with sugar in it.”

That’s a big deal. I can’t say I won’t miss sweets even though I know they’re bad even when you’re healthy. Losing something like rice is a big hole in my meal options.

“Yes, it’s quite an adjustment you’ll have to make, but you’ll see that there are plenty of options for you to switch to. It just takes a bit of creativity, and you won’t even notice the change.”

I’m certain that he’s just trying to encourage me. It may be easy at Yamaku. There are so many options in the cafeteria, but I don’t think that’s the case elsewhere.

“You just need to watch what you eat,” he continues. “I’m going to look into what the next step in regard to medication should be. It would also be best for you not to put yourself in situations that might cause problems. People you spend time with need to know what to do if this happens again and try not to go anywhere that help can’t get to you either. No walks in the forest.”

I’m sure he couldn’t know about that. Maybe it’s a common thing for students to sneak off through the fence for an afternoon trip.

“I don’t think there’s really anything else we need to discuss now,” he says. “Someone will also drop a cane off with your medication. As I said, I think you’ll probably need it. Now I’ll just go find someone to take you where you want to go. Maybe to someone who can push you around until you regain the use of your arms?”

I nod and Nurse gets up and leaves the office. He must mean that he’s going to go fetch one of his assistants. With no-one else in the room, I’m now left to contemplate the situation I’m in.

It’s a lot more serious now. I’d frankly been lucky that it happened the way it did. Sure, it was out of the school, but I hadn’t hit my head on anything or bitten my tongue. If I’d been in one of the stairways, I could’ve been in hospital now instead of sitting here.

I again try to move, and I can get a hold of the wheel to my right. I manage to get my left hand to the wheel, but it’s clear that I won’t be doing anything with it, so I content myself with spinning towards the door with my one hand.

Nurse returns with a woman that I haven’t seen before. Makes sense as I haven’t been into the medical section of the building that much. She smiles and comes over to take a hold of the wheelchair.

“I’ll let you know where we’ll go from here,” Nurse says. “Your new prescription will be delivered to your room soon.”

The nurse wheels me out the door and it closes behind me. It’s time to face the world from a chair.

“Where would you like to go?” The nurse asks politely.

“Thanks for the help,” I say. “Please could you take me up to the Disciplinary Committee office, someone should be waiting for me there.”

The nurse asks a few questions about me and what I do. She’s trying to be friendly, and I answer all of her questions. They’re the kind of answers that are just long enough not to be rude but show that I’m not really interested in the conversation.

When we get to the office door, she knocks on it and steps back. A few moments pass and Toru pulls it open. He looks the nurse up and down and she steps back unconsciously.

It’s still funny to see that reaction.

There’s a flash of worry when he turns to me, but it’s quickly replaced by a smile.

“Glad you decided to stop by,” he says casually. “Want me to take over?”

“Yes, please,” I answer.

“And thank you,” I say, looking to the nurse.”

She gives a very slight bow, before backing away and turning to head to the stairs. Toru steps forward and begins to push me through the doorway.


I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to see that the other two are here as well. From the looks of them, it seems as if they already know something is wrong. They look upset rather than surprised.

I wonder how much Toru told them?

Giichi is seated. His fingers intertwined and a pensive look on his face. Rei is already heading towards us.

“What happened?” She asks. “Are you holding up alright?”

That makes me think Toru hasn’t shared much with them. I guess he’s respecting my privacy the way Nurse asked Cho to. It’s another kind gesture, but I will have to tell them at least a part of what’s going on.

“My epilepsy has gotten a bit worse,” I say, before tapping the wheelchair’s armrest. “Don’t worry though, this won’t last too long.”

“Well then,” she says. “I hope it’s a speedy recovery. ‘We can’t have him pushing you around all the time. You need your privacy.”

“I’ll be fine on my own this evening,” I reply. “And I’m sure I can last that long having to rely on someone else. It’s easy for you anyway, right?”

I direct this to Toru as I look up at him. He’s even more intimidating when he's standing right behind me, but the smile on his face indicates that he’s more than happy to be my chauffeur.

“I can get her around, and I’m sure there are others who can help if I really do get in the way,” he says as he pushes me towards my usual seat.

It’s closest to Giichi as everyone had moved around when I joined the committee. They had felt that age was more important in the seating arrangement than time on the committee.

“I’ll look forward to having you back as your normal self as soon as possible,” Giichi says. “Until then, don’t push yourself. Taking care not to cause any other issues is the best way to recover.”

There’s a very serious look on his face as he says that, and I have to nod along to his instructions. It feels as if there’s something more behind that order. As if he has experience with something going wrong during recovery.

It quickly passes as he moves on with his speech. “I don’t want you trying to patrol anywhere unless you’re sure you can handle it, so maybe you should take a few days off from your duties.”

“I’m sure she’ll be back to us in no time,” Rei chimes in, sitting down across from me. “She’s as tough as the rest of us.”

From there, the conversation quickly moves away from my predicament and it’s almost at the point where I might forget about it. The wheelchair keeps dragging me back, but it’s good not to focus on it.

As the conversation begins to die down, it looks like it’s about time to get going. Toru must be feeling the same thing as he suggests as much.

“Might as well,” Giichi responds. “You can get going while I lock up around here.

“Time to get going Toru,” Rei says, hopping up from her chair. “Your duties aren’t over yet.”

Toru gets up from next to me and wheels me around towards the door. Giichi is already over at the cabinets ensuring that they’re locked.

“I hope you recover well,” he says as he turns back to us. “I don’t want to lose one of the team so soon after they joined.

I wave back as Rei leads the way out the room and Toru pushes me after her.

“So, is it straight back to the dorms then?” Rei asks. “Or is there anything you need to do first.”

“Could we head over to the cafeteria first?” I ask them. “I haven’t had much to eat and nothing I have back in my room will work at the moment.”

“Let’s get going then Toru,” Rei says as she heads towards the elevator. “We need to get some dinner.”


When we do arrive at the cafeteria, I see that there are plenty of meals that will suit my new needs. A lot of them are soups, salads, or cold meat dishes, but I’m unlikely to get bored of them any time soon.

We eat together before I ask Toru to push me back over to the serving counter where I ask if they have any carb-free snack ideas for the near future. The server thinks for a moment before heading off to collect something.

“So, you’ve got a restricted diet then,” Toru asks. “Sucks that you can’t eat rice anymore.”

He picked up on that with ease. I suppose I did make it rather obvious.

“It’s not the worst diet to be on,” he continues. “When I was younger, there weren’t many carbs in what I ate. Though I suppose you do have to be a bit of a meat lover to live the life I had.”

“And are you?” I ask. “A meat lover?”

“Oh, yes,” he replies wistfully. “It’s much harder here. Don’t get me wrong, there’s some excellent stuff here. Very high quality, but a huge plate of meat is not something you’ll often have. The price alone is scary.”

It’s good to know where his tastes lie. I might not be as much of a fan as he is, but he could have some nice ideas about what I might be able to try besides all the things I can choose off the menu.

The server comes back to us and hands me a small paper bag. I look inside and see a variety of different nuts. Not the most diverse spread.

“I didn’t want to give you anything that might go off or need to be kept down in the fridges,” he says. “If it’s just to tide you over in your room, that should be enough until you can figure out what you want to do.”

I’m not really in a position to criticize them and their logic makes sense. A quick thanks and the two of us head towards the doors where Rei is waiting for us.

“Now the dorms?” she suggests, and I nod in response.

“Your burden is almost over,” she says to Toru as she, once more, leads the way through the school grounds.

When we arrive back at the dorms it sort of surprises me that we don’t have anyone staring at us. Then I think about how we’re not really something to stare at. The students are probably not interested in the problems of others. It’s a normal school day to them and one more student in a wheelchair isn’t going to stick out here.

We pass by the common room and make our way up the elevator to my floor. We’re about to turn into the passage with my room when I halt the group.

“Sanitize your hands,” I call out as were about to pass by the stand.

Rei and Toru are confused at first but follow my orders after the explanation. As they’re doing so, I decide to give pushing the wheelchair myself a go. I’m surprised and happy to see that enough strength has returned to my left arm to do so.

I give a short whoop of joy and my two companies spin round just in time to see me role up to them and come to a stop right before the hand sanitizer.

“It’s getting better,” I say. “Looks like Nurse was right.”

“You want to take it from here then?” Toru asks.

“I don’t think so,” I respond as I look towards Chiharu’s door. “I think it’s safer not to touch the chair again until I’m in my room. I might wipe dirt everywhere if I do.”

They seem to hesitantly accept my paranoia.

I don’t see it that way though. She could be watching through that peephole, and I’d like to keep her away from banging on my door if possible.

I’m wheeled over to the door so that I can let us in and we’re soon all closed away in my room. I look around at it and consider the fact that I won’t have too much difficulty moving around the room like this. It’s large enough to be wheelchair friendly. Benefits of the school’s preparedness, I suppose.

There’s a little box sitting on the table and an envelop on top of it. It must be my new medication. Resting against the desk is a cane. It’s metal and has none of the detail that I’ve seen on others around the school.

It’s for medical purposes and nothing more.

“Could you possibly slide that chair into the corner?” I ask Toru. “I’d like to be able to use the desk this evening.

“Sure,” he responds, as he drags it away. “You think you’ll manage once we’re gone?”

“I think so,” I say, and I lift myself up off the chair to prove my point. I’m still a bit shaky, but it shows that I can handle myself.

“I’ll be staying in this chair until I’m ready to sleep, and then I’m sure I’ll be able to throw myself into my bed.”

“And tomorrow?” Toru asks. “What will you do then?”

“I think I’ll be walking then,” I say. “If I need help, then I’ll call for it. Don’t worry.”

“If you say so,” he replies. “I think you’ve got all the help you need from me. I’m sure Rei can deal with anything you’ll need from here.”

He’s looking around the room as if he’s trying to figure out what that might be. I guess he might be thinking about how things could get awkward if he had to do it.

“Toru,” I say. “I’m really grateful for your help today. You really came to the rescue. You can go now if you’d like."

“See you Hatsumi,” he replies. “Don’t keep us waiting for good news.”

After he closes the door behind him, I turn to Rei and the two of us start trying to figure out what I might need to have done for me before I go to bed.”


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Nurse had been right that I’d be able to walk the next morning. I was shaky and the cane was definitely needed, but I was out of the wheelchair, and I hadn’t needed to go back to it. I wasn’t used to needing to rely on a cane for support, and it definitely took some getting used to. The amount of attention I got was nearly the same as with the wheelchair though.

People really didn’t seem to notice or care. I’m sure it was different from person to person. Kubo did check in on me as soon as I got to class and a few times after that throughout the week. It’s probably part of his job as my homeroom teacher to check up on my recovery.

A few people did take notice of my new situation, but it was to give advice or check in on the emotional strain rather than to commiserate over my walking difficulties. Emi took me on another one of her rooftop lunches and made sure to stress the importance of perseverance and how setting goals and reaching for them could help to overcome the other problems in your life.

Saki gave me some practical advice that first day on how to handle the stairs. She did suggest taking the elevator if I was uncertain, but with a few pointers I was better able to not lose my balance when I was trying to go up and down a stairway. She didn’t make a big deal out of it either. Just stepped in to make my time a bit easier.

Besides the cane, there was very little to show that anything had happened to me. Even that was gone by Thursday morning, and I was back to full mobility.

There were both positives and negatives to be taken from the changes Nurse had decided to make. My new diet worked surprisingly well for me. There was yet to be a meal that I felt was too large or had left me feeling lethargic, and they all gave me the energy I needed and left me feeling ready to face any activities.

The same could not be said about my medication. I definitely felt the effects of that. While I wasn’t taking the new tablets as often, they were immediately noticeable.

I tried to leave them as late as possible as I always felt out of commission once I did take them. Too drowsy to do anything, and so slow that focusing on anything was out of the question. Since they needed to be taken after food, my night-time reading had come to an end. I couldn’t focus on my book so even trying to read was pointless.

It luckily didn’t affect my learning as I was back to normal by the morning. Overall, I was happy with the new medication in the short term. I hadn’t had seizures of any kind, and my days were mostly unaffected. It was as much of a win as possible considering the situation.

I was just left to hope that we’d find a better option for medication as throwing the strongest thing we had at my epilepsy was not something that I wanted to do for any longer than was necessary.

Despite all of that, the week had gone well. I was on top of everything in class. In fact, my medication encouraged me to get my work out of the way earlier than I would normally have done so. Committee work was also light, though I’m sure that was because Giichi had kept most of it away from me.

By the end of the week, I managed to convince them to let me do something, which is how I’d ended up patrolling the school with either Rei or Toru during lunch and after school. That aspect of the job had not been brought to my attention before and, as far as I could understand, was not something they necessarily had to do.

Rei explained that it was an attempt to remind the student body who they were and that there was someone they could speak to instead of a teacher if there were ever any problems. I had decided to keep the cane with me just in case I had any moments of weakness, and it was funny that it drew more attention when I wasn’t using it.

I hadn’t needed it in the end, but Toru commented that we had far more quick conversations with other students than he was used to. He suggested that it might even be a talking point that students were curious about. Why am I wandering around with a metal pole or something like that.

While I wasn’t sure about that, Rei mentioned the same thing which led me to believe that it wasn’t just Toru that was hard to talk to. The Committee was generally unapproachable. They might not mean to be, but that was the case, and I was left to try and figure out why.

Giichi could be left out of the equation as he never walked around the school, but both Toru and Rei were scary in their own ways. It was obvious what Toru’s problem was and I doubt that could be changed. On the other hand, it was Rei’s demeanour that was her problem. She always seemed to be in a hurry, and any interaction with her was overly playful and forward.

While she’d won me over, I could see that it might be difficult for someone who might want to talk to the Disciplinary Committee to approach her. I’ll admit that my far tamer personality and less intimidating stature were a part of it, but I feel as if there had to be more to it than that.

It was as if there was something that caused students to let their guard down when I was with the others. When I brought the idea up on Friday, Toru and Rei had agreed that there was something different, but that it wasn’t really important what it was.

Giichi had been intrigued by the idea. He’d also wanted a more in-depth explanation about what I thought about it and had even suggested I take a larger role in being the face of the committee. He also didn’t think there was like pity motivating their behaviour. He did suggest that I get a nicer looking cane if I was planning to keep one around.

I couldn’t say that I didn’t have reservations about the role he saw for me, but Giichi was extremely persuasive and was able to give far more reasons for do so than I was able to for not going through with it.

Another thing that came up that was unrelated to any of my problems was the fact that Toru’s parents were back in Japan. His father was doing some local work and his mother had taken some time off to come with him. The two of them had decided that they wanted to stop by to see Toru while they were here.

Since Rei thought that I should go into town to look for a nicer cane straight away and Toru was going to be meeting with his parents, we all decided to go together. Toru seemed grateful for the moral support that having the two of us nearby would give him, even if we weren’t going to participate in his family meeting.


The three of us are walking down into town for what would be an early lunch. We present a similar sight to the last time we went out together. Rei is flamboyant, I’m reserved, and Toru still looks like he’s planning on hiding in a bush somewhere.

“I’m glad you two decided to come,” Toru says. “I don’t expect you to get involved but having you along will help boost my mood.”

“Are they that much of a problem?” I ask. “Surely they wouldn’t cause any trouble for you.”

“They can do strange things when they're together,” Toru replies. “Even if you’re sitting out of earshot, they’re more likely not to do anything stupid. Even if they don’t think you’re important, they won’t make a spectacle in front of someone they’ve met.”

“So, they would otherwise?” I ask again. It seemed strange that they’d cause a scene in public.

“If they don’t know you and you don’t know them, a scene doesn’t matter,” Toru says. “Can you honestly remember any details about the last person you saw acting strange in the street?”

Toru has me there. I remember a very weird encounter I had with someone in the library back home, but their face has completely faded from my memory, and I doubt that I’d be able to point them out today.

“I know I’m sort of using the two of you,” Toru says. “But a name and a face does wonders for keeping the two of them in check. They might still be a little weird though.”

“We wouldn’t be friends if we wouldn’t do something like this for you. Would we?” Rei says. “And I’m sure the introduction will be interesting. I still remember the time I met them at your orientation.”

“How did all of that work?” I ask as I didn’t get to go through the same process of coming to Yamaku as everyone else.

“I don’t think that it’s that different from any other school,” Rei says. “The parents get to come along with their kids and see what the place is like. Then they separate into different groups to see different things. I remember that Toru’s father was one of the one’s that was very interested in the Disciplinary Committee.”

Rei pauses as she looks over at Toru.

“That might even have been what brought you to our attention,” she continues. “We were already thinking about you thanks to his visit when you showed up looking to join.”

“Please don’t credit him with me joining the Committee,” Toru sighs. “That was entirely my idea. I wasn’t even sure if he’d been there until after I joined, and you filled me in on the encounter.”

“Fine,” Rei admits. “He wasn’t the reason we took you on, but that doesn’t mean that he leaves any less of an impression than you do. Same with your mom.

“What was her opinion on the Committee,” I ask and Toru scoffs.

“I can guess that,” he says.

“Didn’t seem at all interested,” Rei admits. “Didn’t fit in and didn’t want to be there as far as I can tell.”

“Exactly,” Toru says with a slight tone of annoyance. “Would rather get back to her workstations or off to some public display.”

That seems to be a touchy subject, so I try to redirect the conversation.

“We’ll be off shopping afterwards,” I say. “Have you ever been to that little curio shop hidden away just off the main street?”

Both of my companions shake their heads.

“Well, I think you might like it. There are so many weird and wonderful things hidden between its shelves,” I say. “There’s bound to be something you like.”

“I look forward to seeing this treasure trove,” Rei responds. “Your description definitely has me intrigued. They might even have something old to add to my display.”

There could be some older figures for me,’’ Toru adds. “But I kind of doubt that a shop here will have any of that. It’s worth a shot though.”

We’ve almost reached the Shanghai. I believe it was Toru who chose the meeting place. Something plain enough not to draw to many comments and familiar enough to be seen as somewhat safe ground.

As we arrive, Toru sighs at the sight of two people standing outside the café.

“Guess they’re already here,” he says.

Despite all the negativity that has surrounded them, I am interested to see what they’re like. Looking at them, I’m once again reminded that I’m yet to meet a pair of people who look as if they’re suited for each other.

My eyes are first draw to the women, even though her husband should by all rights have been first to catch my eye. It must be that I’m used to looking at Toru.

She’s tall. Even taller than the rest of the family, but she’s stick thin. Her height helps to make her look impossibly thin. She also looks extremely overdressed for the situation. The heels, the dress, the jewellry, and the obvious make-up belong to a fashion show, not in a café in a small town away from any cameras.

I turn my eyes to Toru’s father, and I’m met with a more familiar sight. The resemblance is obvious. He looks just like an older version of Toru. His size, his facial features, and even the smile that appears on his face are the same as his son. He might even be more solid than his son, if such a thing is possible. He’s dressed formally as well. Not as much as his wife, but still enough to just seem out of place.

While both of them are no longer young, they have maintained their appearance perfectly. It’s not just they’re outfits that are perfect. They somehow manage to look far younger than I’m sure they are.

“Let’s see how this goes,” Toru says as we approach the pair.

He takes the lead and his father step forward as well.

“Goeie middag, my seun,” he says. “Hoe gaan dit?

What is he saying?

“Goed,” he says, before switching back to Japanese. “But can we please use a language that everyone here can understand.”

There’s silence for a moment and I’m a bit shocked by the statement. It seems incredibly rude even if he is just pointing out a lack of manners.
They’re his parents after all.

I can see that his mother clearly isn’t happy with the response, but his father seems to take it in his stride.

“Of course,” he says switching to Japanese that is just as good as Toru’s. “I just wasn’t expecting you to have company.”

He looks past Toru and smiles at the two of us. His stare is very intense, as if he’s trying to take in every detail he can spot. I seem to be the first one he decides to target for probing.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he says as he continues to stare at me, smiling. “Are you a new addition to the Disciplinary Committee?”

He’s either very sharp or very lucky. How is he able to figure out so much about me in such a short time?

“Hatsumi’s a recent transfer,” Toru interrupts. “She’s been a great help since she joined.”

His father smiles and nods. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Hatsumi.”

It sounds like he’s committing my name to memory.

He now turns to Rei.

“And how are you Rei?” he asks, and I can feel Rei tense as he continues. “I hope Toru’s been good for the Committee and that he isn’t causing you any trouble. How’s your family’s firm doing at the moment?”

“He’s been great,” Rei replies flatly. “And they’re doing wonderful.”

Her response is far shorter and lacks any of the energy that I’m used to.

“Good,” he responds. “And this is Susanna.”

His wife gives a thin smile but says nothing as she looks us over before nodding.

“Can we head inside?” Toru asks. “While they won’t be joining us, I do already have plans, so I hope you don’t mind them coming in as well.”

His father shrugs before turning towards the door. “I’m fine with that,” he says. “They won’t be a bother. It’s not as if I’d kick everyone out of the café just for our meeting.”

The two of them head inside and Toru turns back to us.

“That could have gone worse,” he says. “Please don’t be too offended by them. I’m sure you two didn’t feature in their plans.”

With that, Toru hurries in after them and leaves Rei and I to follow at our own pace.

“Let’s give them a moment to settle in,” Rei says. “I’m pretty sure Yuuko will need time to get over their arrival as well.”

I can imagine her descending into panic already, so I have to agree with Rei.

“You’ve met them before?” I ask Rei. “How did that go?”

“I’ve met his father, Toru, before,” she says.

“They have the same name?” I ask.

“Yeah,” she responds. “Technically, we’re not saying it right, but that’s as close as anyone’s got.”

I suppose that’s normal when it comes to foreign names.

“Anyway, I suppose I did meett her as well, but there was no interaction so I’m not sure it really counts. This is the first time we were introduced,” she continues. “As I said, he was very into the Committee. Maybe he sees some parallels between it and his own work.”

Toru did say he was into security services. I wonder what that covered?

“I think we can head in now,” Rei says. “Hopefully there are still some good seats.”

We make our way into the Shanghai and see that there are a few seats left. It seems the place is at its busiest on Sundays. We pass by Toru and his parents, and I can’t understand anything there saying so there’s no point in trying to eavesdrop. I can see that it disappoints Rei.

I do get to hear something out of Susanna, and she sounds awfully harsh. She sounds like one of those teachers who loves the power she holds over her students.

Yuuko comes over to take our order and I can see that she’s still warily eyeing Toru’s table.

“What can I get you?” she asks.

“I’ll get some tea,” I say.

“And coffee for me,” Rei adds.

Yuuko bobs her head and head off to fetch our order.

“So how weird did you think that was out there?” Rei asks.

“Susanna didn’t seem to be anything special. Just rude,” I say. “Toru… Senior? He seemed strange. I’m not sure what to think of him.”

“Exactly,” Rei says. “He seems so friendly and open, but then there are bits that seem a bit off.”

I decide not to mention that she can be a bit like that at times.

“I mean, why is he asking after your family?” I ask her.

“I understand how Giichi felt now,” she says. “He seemed to know a lot about Giichi, his father, and what they do. It’s unnerving being on the receiving end of that.”

So, it's a reoccurring thing? I could understand him knowing who Giichi was back then and remembering Rei from that meeting, but there must have been some research that had gone into finding out about those other things. It’s not really something I’d want to undergo, though I’m not sure I have a choice in the matter.

Yuuko arrives with our drinks, before heading off to check on her other customers.

“I think Toru puts it down to paranoia,” Rei says. “That he doesn’t like to be in the dark about anything. Something like that anyway. Maybe it bleeds over from his business life into his personal one?”

Perhaps that might explain it, but it would definitely be something you’d have to get used to. I can see why Toru might have a problem with them.
Even if there aren’t any other issues, I can’t imagine how controlling they might be if that’s what strangers go through.


Some time passes and the two of us wait for Toru to finish up with his parents. It’s not that long and we soon see them standing to leave. Couldn’t miss those giants anywhere. Toru Senior turns to us and waves.

I’m a bit caught out by that and hesitantly raise my hand to weakly imitate him. Both Rei and Susanna seem unimpressed by the display, and it quickly comes to an end.

Toru comes over to us as his parents head for the door. I can tell that he’s relieved that it’s over.

“I’m glad you stuck around. It could have been worse,” he says.

“They didn’t stay long,” Rei says. “You think that’s the end of it.”

“No,” Toru responds. “They just wanted to get in touch now that they’re back in the country. I’m probably going to see some more of them in the near future. Most probably more of my father at least.”

“Shall we get going,” I say, interrupting his unpleasant explanation. “They’re probably gone, and we don’t want to cause any more disturbances here.”

“Lead on,” Rei says. “For once, we’re the ones who get to see something new. Don’t get us lost though.”

“I won’t,” I reply as I lead them out of the café and along the narrow roads until we reach that little shop that had been so interesting back when I first arrived.

We head inside and the store owner slowly looks up at us. There’s no recognition in his eyes and he seems unfazed by the sight of any of us. We make our way further into the store and he returns to whatever he does behind that counter.

“I have to admit it is a rather interesting place,” Rei says. “It all seems quite old, but I don’t really see any junk. I don’t expect that from places like this.”

I had thought that it was more than just a curio shop and Rei’s interest in it confirms the idea. I think she’s a better judge of this kind of stuff than I am.

“The two of you want to look around?” I ask. “I have a rough idea of what’s on offer so how about we look around and meet up again once we’re done?”

A store this size wouldn’t normally allow for that, but the warren of isles and walls of displays makes it easy to lose someone in here.

“Might as well,” Rei says heading off to the left.

“See you in a moment then,” Toru says as he goes right.

I head down the middle isle as I have a rough idea of where I’m going. This isle is filled with products made of wood and I soon reach what I’m looking for. Before me stands a row of canes. All made of wood and of various complexity in design.

I immediately dismiss the ones that have complex animal handles or engravings down the shaft. I’m looking for something less industrial then the one Nurse provided, but not a showpiece either. I might not even need it, so I don’t want to spend too much on it.

It could really be seen as a luxury, but I’m sort of convinced that I may have need of it in the future. The one that most catches my eye is a light reddish brown cane. It’s thinner than some of the others, but still looks sturdy enough to hold my weight. The handle has no details but looks shaped to fit comfortably in someone’s hand.

“That would be red pine,” Rei says, and I jump slightly. “Strong enough to be used in bridge building and it won’t rot if it gets wet.”

“How do you know that?” I ask.

“It’s nice to know what trees you’re looking at. Don’t you think,” she replies. “And how we can use them best.”

It seems Rei has a better understanding of what she sees in a forest than I do. They’re not just a pretty picture to her.

“A wooden temple can be just as beautiful as the trees they cut down to make it,” she continues. “You’ll find that wood in temples as well. It’s more than enough for what you might need it for.”

“Well, I hope it isn’t too expensive,” I say.

“Don’t worry, I’ll haggle if I need to,” she replies. “The design is nothing special and the wood is fairly cheap. He won’t over charge you if he knows what’s good for him.”

I guess I can count of Rei’s assistance if the price turns out to be too high.

“I’d like to look at the books here again,” I say. “They have some interesting stuff.”

“Lead the way then,” Rei says. “I haven’t seen them yet.”

The two of us head towards the back of the shop and I see that Toru is already there.

“They’ve got some classic stuff,” he says. “Even the newer books are all brilliant copies. I’d even consider getting a copy here if I find a book I like.”

“I suppose they do look good,” Rei says, pulling a book of the shelf. It’s a deep burgundy with silver lettering. “It would definitely be nice to have a whole shelf of them to look at. Though it’s not really my thing.”

I can’t fault her opinion. You can’t be a collector of everything, and she already has her hobbies.

“I wonder if it’s still here,” I say as I scan my way along the bookshelves. There are plenty of books and it’s difficult to tell them apart without careful examination.

“There it is,” I say triumphantly as I pull it from the shelf.

Toru looks over at the book I’m holding. “To the Spring Equinox and Beyond,” he says. “I think I’ve heard of that.

“Probably,” I reply. “It’s quite a well known book and I really enjoyed it. I didn’t get it last time I was here, but I said I would this time if it wasn’t already gone.”

“Well, lucky that it isn’t,” Rei says. “That was quite the gamble. Were you hoping someone might stop you from getting it?”

I suppose you could put it that way. I didn’t really need the book and it wasn’t really the smartest move spending the money I have on things like this, but I was so drawn to having something like this and not having the money on me had been the only thing to stop me the time before.

If someone else had bought it, then I would be able to move on without the thought of it sitting here waiting for me hanging over my shoulder.

“Of course not,” I reply to Rei. “Just glad I can get it now.”

“Have the two of you seen anything you want?” I ask.

“Not really,” Rei replies. “It’s interesting, but I can’t say I’ve spotted anything I’d like to have.”

“I’m probably fine as well,” Toru says. “There’s a bit more to see, but we can head past that on our way out. How about we go and get those things paid for?”

You don’t often go into shops like this with any expectations of what you’ll find, so it’s not really weird to leave empty handed. The experience of what you might uncover is half the fun so I don’t think the trip is a waste for anyone, regardless of what we might leave with.

We head back to the front counter and the old man looks up as I place the book and cane in front of him.

“It’s nice to see a red pine cane, don’t you think?” Rei says to no-one in particular.

The man eyes her suspiciously, as if he’s aware of the implication she’s making. He takes the book and gives it a once over before handing it back to me.

There’s some clacking as he hammers away at the keys on his antique till and the cost comes up on the mechanical display. It’s pricier than they would be if I’d bought a regular copy of the book and I’m sure that the cane is more special than the average store bought one despite Rei insisting that it’s not.

It isn’t too much to leave me with nothing though. I might need to hold back on snacks and drinks, but I’ve been doing that anyway thanks to my new diet.

Once I’ve handed the money over and thanked the man, we head out into the street. I have the book under one arm, and I take a few steps using the cane. The clacking sound is louder on the tar out here than it was on the wooden floor, but it’s not annoying.

Happy that it won’t be grating on my ears, I swing it up under my other arm as I don’t have any need of it at the moment.

“That’s perfect,” Rei announces, and I look over at her in confusion. “You look far more serious like that. Almost as if you’re a police officer.”

“Really,” I say. “That’s not the point of this thing and I can’t really look like that. It’s a cane, not a baton.”

“More like you’re in the army than the police,” Toru adds. “Maybe don’t carry it like that if you don’t want to be seen that way?”

I shift the cane so that I’m just carrying it at waist level. I’m not trying to look like some disciplinarian. I’m supposed to be the approachable one.

“Can we head back now?” Rei asks. “Unless the two of you want to stay out. I’ve got an assignment that I should really be giving more attention than I have.”

“There’s nothing for me to do,” Toru says.

I shake my head in response.

“Then off we go,” Rei says.


When we get back to Yamaku, Rei heads of on her own to fetch her stuff. She said she’d be in the library for the rest of the afternoon if we need her.

Toru suggests that we head up to the Committee office to kill some time. I’m on board with that. I have some questions for him anyway.

When we get there, the door is locked, and Toru lets us in. Who knows what Giichi could be up to at the moment. Toru pulls his chair away from the desk, so the seating arrangement isn’t so formal.

I drop my stuff on a side table before taking a seat as well.

“So, what do you want to know?” Toru says. “I probably owe you some explanations after dragging you along for that.”

So, Toru is prepared for questions about his family.

I’m not entirely sure where to start with his frank question.

“Why’d they come to see you?” I decide to ask first. “The whole thing seemed very weird.”

“I don’t really get them either,” Toru says. “They’re off travelling the world, but they always drop in to check up on what I’m doing.

“That sounds pretty nice of them,” I say. “Surely that means they care about you?”

“If that was the case then they’d ask me how I was doing,” Toru replies. “All they wanted to know is what my marks are, how much I’m studying, and if there are any changes in my plans for the future. No questions about what I’ve been doing outside of school. That’s especially the case when their together”

I suppose it would be nice to have parents that take an interest in your personal life, but that doesn’t seem to be the case if what Toru says is true.

“Your father seemed to know about Rei though and apparently Giichi as well,” I say. “Are you saying that he’s more interested in them than you?”

“The investigations,” Toru says in frustration. “I tried to tell him that it was weird when I was younger, but he never listened to me.”

“He investigates people?” I ask. “Rei suggested something like that, but how serious is it.”

“It depends on how public an image you have. For someone like Giichi, his father has plenty of information out there for anyone to find. You might be subject to a bit more scrutiny though. You’re not so well known.”

“And he does this with everyone?” I ask. “Should I really have met him then?”

I didn’t like the idea that he would be looking into my family now.

“No, it wouldn’t have mattered,” Toru replies. “You joining the Committee would have been enough for him to learn about you once they were back in town.”

“Why though?” I ask. “Is he really that paranoid?”

“Absolutely,” Toru responds emphatically. “It’s what makes him so good at his job. Gathering intelligence is the best way to counter any threats in his line of work.”

“But he’s not working now,” I reply.

“Maybe,” Toru says. “But then it wouldn’t be paranoia, would it? I think it followed him since his days in the army.”

Everything seems to go back to that with him. I’m not familiar with the history that Toru mentioned, but I thought I would have heard something about it if it was able to affect him so much.

“What happened?” I ask. “How much do you know about it.”

That seemed to be the most important question as his father’s service seemed to loom over their entire relationship.

“Quite a lot actually,” Toru says. “He and his service friends loved to tell war stories whenever they got the chance and young boys always love to hear them. Then I got to see records of what happened when I was older, though I had to look for those myself. They filled in the pieces that had been left out.”

“Oh,” I say curiously.

“You sure you want a history lesson?” Toru says, looking up at me.

If it means understanding Toru’s situation then I would. It also wouldn’t hurt to know a bit more about world history.

“Yes,” I say.

He looks at me closely, as if he was examining me to see if I mean it.

“Okay,” he says. “Technically he wasn’t a soldier. He was a police officer, but they operated alongside the army, and they were sometimes in hostile areas. You’d have struggled to tell them apart. His talent was for gathering intelligence. Whether it was through contacts, spies, bribery, or threats. His job was to know what was happening in the region they were in.”

That sounds a bit like a spy to me. His behaviour matches with someone still in that position though.

“I don’t want to go into too many details, but the operations they carried out were against those deemed to be terrorists. Most people would call them freedom fighters today,” he continues. “It’s safe to say that it had an effect on him. They were a ruthless in their missions and when the war ended, they were simply disbanded.”

“How long was he there before that?” I ask.

“Eight years,” he says. “Almost since the group’s formation.”

“And they were just dropped afterwards?” I ask.

“Yes,” Toru replies. “There were some investigations into what they did. It’s all public record, but you don’t want to see that. Then most of them were just sent out into the world to find a new way to make a living.”

I can imagine that losing any job after that much time must suck. Even more so for a job that seemed so unique to the situation.

“The one place I’m sure you’ve seen South Africans in movies is as guns for hire,” Toru says.

He then switches to English and puts on an accent. “I’m sure you’ve heard this before.”

“Yeah,” I say. “Is that where it’s that’s from?”

“The accent is bad, but that’s who it’s meant to represent,” Toru says. “That was my father. A mercenary in conflicts all over Africa. He ended that phase of his life when the company shut down in 1998. They were getting to much scrutiny.”

“So, more fighting that ended unceremoniously?” I ask.

“Exactly,” Toru replies. “And since then, he’s had his own company running security in the private sector.”

“But that all sounds quite impressive to me,” I say. “What’s wrong with it. He served his country and managed to build himself up several times since then.”

“What he’s done is evil,” Toru snaps.

I’m shocked by the sudden hatred that enters his voice.

“It’s not so bad now, but I can still see all the traces of what he once was,” he says. “Many people would say that they got off light once the investigations concluded. They may have been under orders, but they were still crimes.”

That makes me pause for a moment. “So, you’re saying that what he did was unforgivable?”

“No, of course it could be forgiven,” Toru says. “Regret and a willingness to fix things can earn forgiveness, but I don’t think any of that is true with him.”

Toru seems very set in his belief regarding his father, but I feel as if there’s more to it than what he did that is upsetting him. If he didn’t like his father, I don’t think there’d be such an intense reaction to all of this.

“So, he’s done bad things, and you don’t think he regrets it?” I say. “But you still love him, don’t you?”

Toru goes very still at this, and we sit in silence for some time. I think he’s processing what I’ve just said, and it’s probably struck a cord with him. I notice that he even seems to be on the brink of crying.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” I say finally.

“Of course it is,” Toru says quietly. “How can I not love him. He’s my father and he was always there for me. Everything I did, he was there to watch. Everything I liked; he encouraged me to get better. He always had a story to motivate me. He was my very own hero.”

“Then we learned about what he was involved in at school, and I went and looked at more records on my own,” he continues. “It all felt like a lie. He wasn’t a hero; he was a monster. And he paraded around as if he wasn’t. How can both those versions of him exist?”

I wasn’t sure I was the best person to try and untangle this complex relationship, but I felt as if I had to say something.

“I think it’s pretty clear that he loves you,” I say. “And that he would do anything for you.”

Toru nods.

“And he got out of that world?” I ask.

“He was forced out,” he replies.

“But he could have done the same thing somewhere else, couldn’t he?”

“I suppose,” Toru responds.

“Then maybe you should just look at the father he is, rather than the man he was,” I suggest. “I mean, you say he’s very open to telling stories about his past, but have you ever asked him to talk about the parts that worry you?”

“No, I haven’t,” Toru admits. “I just wanted to get away from him.”

“And he’s never talked about those parts, has he?” I ask.

“No,” Toru says, softly.

“Then maybe he isn’t as okay with what he did as you think,” I say. “He could be hiding from what he was by pretending to be someone else. Could he not have told you about any of that because he wishes everyone would forget about it? Even himself?”

Toru doesn’t say anything, but I don’t think it’s a question he can answer anytime soon. Probably a lot of time thinking and talking about it.

“So, are you up to doing anything else now or would you rather have some time to yourself to go over everything that happened today?” I ask.

“That would be good,” Toru says. “I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you, but you’ve given me something that I need to think about.”


I leave Toru to ponder over his thoughts and head back into the courtyard. I probably have my own thoughts to go over. It’s weird to think that the things that brought us here might not be the biggest issues we face. Toru has some serious problems with his family and, although it hasn’t come up yet, Rei seems to have problems with almost anyone who isn’t in her circle.

She doesn’t want to let her true self come out, and I can’t tell if there’s anything like that with Giichi. He’s too withdrawn from regular life to understand, though that may be the problem he has to face.

It makes me wonder what I might need to deal with. It’s all been about fixing me physically but spending time with those three makes it hard to believe that there isn’t something inside me that needs to be dealt with.

Whether I should try and find out what that thing is or simply keep going the way I have is the question.

The latter seems the more attractive option. I hope that I can rely on someone else to help me through whatever comes up. I’ve tried to do that for Toru, and I hope that it makes a difference.

I head back to the dorms and into the common room. There are a quite a few people sitting around, and I look for a free seat or someone to share with.

Miki catches my eye with a wave of her arm, and I head over.

“Been a while since I last saw you,” she says as I reach her. “Looks like you found your spot though.”

“You could say that,” I say as I sit down. “Just trying to help people get through some things.”

“Good on you,” Miki says as she bumps me on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re trying to do that. I don’t like being passive when there’s something I can do.”

“And you know when that is and what to do?” I ask.

“Not really,” Miki responds, shrugging. “It’s about feeling, not knowing. You can’t see what’s in someone’s head, but you can tell when they’re feeling down. From there you just have to muddle your way through it.”

“Well, I sure did that,” I reply. “Although it’s really weird trying to do that for someone else, when I’m just a student as well.”

“Don’t knock yourself like that,” Miki says. “What you say has just as much merit as what anyone else says. You might be right, you might be wrong, but if you try, you’ve made a difference.”

I suppose Miki would focus on the action rather than anything else. She doesn’t seem the type to sit around and wait for things to happen.

“You being there for someone is all you can do. Then you can come and talk to someone like me about your problems. I can’t fix them, but I sure can give you some advice. Then it’s up to you to use it as you see fit. The same as it is for them,” she says.

If that’s how it is then I feel surer about my own actions than I had before talking to Miki. She doesn’t know my full situation and she’s already made me feel better about myself. I can only hope that the same is true for how I handled what Toru had to say.


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You seem to have put a lot of effort into researching epilepsy and its treatments and side-effects. I learned a few bits I hadn't been aware of before.

Two small fixes:

“A bit more traditional, but still a little exotic compared to what you’re used to.”

So it's both more traditional AND more exotic than what they are usually having?

"...That’s especially the case when their they're together”

Emi > Misha > Hanako > Lilly > Rin > Shizune

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Delivery

Another uneventful week passes as I continue with my day-to-day activities at Yamaku. Lessons have settled into that space where I don’t really think about what comes next or which ones I like more than others. It’s just a bunch of work until the day is over.

Giichi followed through with making me a larger part of the committee though, which is a nice change of pace. He still has final say on everything, and the others still know the guidelines better than I do, but being able to talk to students and basically act as a representative for them is a fulfilling experience.

It’s almost as if I’m arguing against the Disciplinary Committee as I’ve noticed that I try to take the side of the person we’re dealing with. Since they feel intimated by the position that they’re in, it’s been up to me to fight for them.

Granted, they are still usually in the wrong, but I think there have been times when I’ve been able to dig up the reasons behind their behaviour and earn them a lighter sentence because of it.

The others seem to enjoy my new role as well. Toru likes that it gives the student a chance of defending themselves, Rei enjoys the argument, and Giichi approves of the thoroughness that it leads to.

It may also have boosted my image throughout the school. I knew that Committee had seized absolute control over disciplinary matters, but they were still not seen as fair. You could argue whether that was true or not, but I did think that I had brought a bit of humanity into the judgements rather than a by the book sentence.

Giichi himself said that he approved of the change as he wasn’t always the best at the human side of these things.

“I have my own moral code that I try to follow, but I can’t always see things the way everyone else does” he had said to me.

It was a welcome admission from him as he always seemed to be so perfect and precise in everything he did. That he wasn’t always right was an admission that I wished more people in leadership positions were willing to make.

My health situation had not changed either. The side effects were still there, and I had left my cane in my room as I doubted I would need it at all until there was a change in my medication.

The new diet had started to have noticeable effects as well. I had lost some weight already thanks to the reduced snacks and my complexion had cleared up slightly.

It wasn’t that noticeable as I’ve never really had problems with my skin, but there was an improvement that Rei was able to point out. You could always count on her for noticing even the slightest change in a person.

My trip to the nurse this afternoon would be an interesting one as I would soon learn how he wanted to try and work on my condition without putting me in too much danger.

I might have that unpleasant appointment to look forward to, but I would first have to deal with everything that stood between me leaving my room this morning and getting there once school had ended for the day.


I look around my room as I gather my stuff before heading to class. It’s still a bit weird how clean my room is. I’ve mostly gotten used to the fact that Chiharu controls that aspect of our rooms, but I feel somewhat guilty about it. I do try to keep it as clean as possible, but I can tell that she really gives the place a deep clean.

I head out and down to the bathroom to finish my preparations, and I bump into Chiharu. I suppose it’s better to say I bump into the bubble around her.

She’s coming out through the door as I’m about to reach it, she back-pedals suddenly. I take another step forward and she moves back. It really is as if I’m pushing her.

“Morning Chiharu,” I say. “Just freshening up a little for the day ahead.”

She nods at this.

“Good. Very good,” she says. “Can’t be too careful.”

“Thanks for looking after our rooms,” I continue. “It’s really nice that you do that, and I haven’t had the chance to thank you yet.”

“We have to keep the place spotless,” she replies. “Can’t take any risks.”

I’m certain that she’s doing it more for her own sanity, but I still think the thanks are in order.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” I offer. “Want help with anything? Is there anything you’d like me to do for you?”

“I can handle all of it,” she says quickly, before pausing.

She looks at me though narrowed eyes.

“Do you go into town?” she asks accusingly.

“Sometimes?” I reply hesitantly.

She grimaces before continuing. “It’s a terrible place. No-one cleans anything.”

I don’t think it was in a worse state than anywhere else I’d been, but when I look at the detailed work that she’s done in my room, I suppose that she thinks very differently.

“Since you go out there anyway, can you do something for me?” she asks. “I’d rather not go through everything involved in doing it myself.”

She almost sounds sad. Whether it’s over her obsession with cleanliness or the thought of all the sanitization she’d have to go through is a mystery to me.

I’d be more than happy to help her out if it means I can pay her back in some way.

“I’m sure I can help,” I say confidently. “What do you need me to do?”

“Out of the way,” she says as she shoos me back. “I need to fetch something.”

I retreat back to my room as she follows me. Now I’m the one being repelled by her. She dives into her room and re-emerges a few minutes later holding a piece of paper that has been neatly folded into a small square.

“I need to get these from the shop in town,” she says. “I’m starting to run low, and I’ve been really dreading the trip.”

That’s the first time I’ve heard her say something that doesn’t seem to be backed by a layer of suspicion or accusation. She just sounds like someone who can’t face her problem alone and needs some help.

“Sure, I can go shopping for you,” I say as I open the folded note.

I’m unsurprised to see the list of various cleaning supplies, but there are also some more mundane things like a toothbrush and shampoo. She’s running out of things that even someone without germaphobia would need.

“Here’s the money,” she says as she holds out an envelope. She’s holding on to one corner of it and quickly lets go when I take hold of it.

“You can see the brands I need on there as well,” she says. “Try to get the bulk containers, but I’ll settle for something smaller rather than the wrong thing.”

“I will,” I say. “I should be able to go this afternoon. Hopefully you’ll have it all before you need it.”

“Thank you,” she says with an expression of genuine relief on her face. “I know I’m complicated and that it can be a lot to handle, but you’ve put up with me quite well. Not everyone has done so well with my needs. They usually get it eventually, but they never accept it. I’m grateful you haven’t put up a fight.”

That’s a shocking revelation to me. Cho and Nanami had acted so unfazed by her behaviour that I had just gone along with it. I hadn’t thought that there may have been difficulties in the past and that they may not be as happy with the situation as they made out.

“We all have our own needs,” I say to her. “I can’t impose myself on yours for the sake of my convenience.”

Chiharu nods before awkwardly backing into her room.

“I’ll see you later,” she says as she closes the door and leaves me alone in the corridor.

“See you later,” I reply to no-one.


After I slide the money and note into my jacket pocket, I head off towards the stairway. I pass a few people on the way as they prepare to face the day as well. I recognize quite a few of them now as I’ve been talking to a number of them after school.

I’m really starting to fit in after a month at Yamaku and plenty of students have tried to get to know me. I wonder if I’m starting to become one of the pillars of our little community. The class reps all seem to be open to talk to anyone, not just students from their own classes and I think I’m starting to fall into that category as well.

I don’t think I have quite the talent for it in the way people like Lilly do, but I can see that I’m a better option than Giichi is.

I head out of the dorms and across to the main building. Again, I get a few nods from people as I go by.

Reaching the classroom, I again see that I’m one of the first to arrive. It makes sense. I get to sleep early, and I wake up early. It also gives me time to get some stuff done before class.

I’m well into my book now and I only register that I’ve got company when Cho speaks up from my left.

“Morning Hatsumi, early as usual I see,” she says.

I look up and see that both of them are here.

“Morning you two,” I respond. “Sorry I didn’t notice you.”

“You’re really into that book, aren’t you?” Nanami says. “Maybe we should give it a go.”

“I’m sure they’ve got a copy in the library,” I say. “Then we can talk about it when you’re done.”

I know that we’re friends, but I don’t really want to lend out such a nice copy to anyone. I don’t usually do it with even a paperback and this is something special.

“You really are a missed opportunity for the book club,” Cho remarks, smiling. “You want to read and talk about books in your free time. It’s almost your version of our tea adventures.”

The comment is light-hearted and I’m somewhat proud of it as I am a bit of a bibliophile. My bookshelves are the thing I miss most from home and I’m glad to have at least made the first step of building a new, mini collection.

“Have either of you ever gone shopping for Chiharu?” I ask, changing the topic.

“No,” Nanami responds. “Why?”

“Well, I ran into her this morning, and, after a short chat, she gave me a list and some money,” I explain. “I was just wondering if that’s ever happened with the two of you.”

“You really are a miracle worker at building connections,” Cho says. “We’ve always just stayed out of her way and let her get on with her business. I don’t think there’s ever been a conversation that hasn’t ended in her demanding that we do something to keep the place clean.”

“She’s never asked anything else of us,” Nanami agrees. “I always wondered how she handled doing any shopping, but it seems like she trusts you for some reason.”

They’re just as confused as anyone else I’ve seen trying to deal with Chiharu, but I’ll just have to roll with it. I doubt she’s been influenced by anyone else’s opinion of me, or if she even knows what I’ve been up to this past month.

It’s honestly a nice feeling to think that I might have helped her in some way and that I’ll be able to make things a bit easier on her. Maybe she should be forced to do these things herself, but I think that it’s clear that there’s still a long way to go before we reach the point where she’ll be able to do that without causing herself severe distress.

The conversation ends there as Kubo comes into the classroom with his usual forcefulness and begins addressing the class before he’s even reached his desk. He doesn’t bother with the mundane matter of taking register as we all know that Giichi has that well in hand. Kubo doesn’t like wasting time with that and I’m sure he appreciates that he gets a few extra minutes of teaching thanks to Giichi’s efforts.


When we reach lunch, I head over to Giichi before leaving the classroom.

“I won’t be around this afternoon,” I tell him. “Need to run down to the store to get some stuff for a friend. Do you need anything?”

“Not at the moment,” he replies. “But thank you for asking. You might want to check with Rei though. She often goes shopping on Mondays.”

Throughout this, he’s been laying out his lunch. There’s a great deal of precision to it. His flask is placed carefully in the corner and rotated towards him while the napkin is laid out to avoid any mess. Little containers filled with rice, vegetables, and meat follow to make a semi-circle in front of him.

“It looks good,” I comment. “You do it all yourself?”

“I get most of it in bulk from the kitchen over the weekend, but the rice I can do myself,” he says. “The coffee is also my own little project.”

He smiles and I remember how he was gathering up a whole collection of different brands during my first week.

“You’ll have to explain it all to me one day,” I say. “Cho and Nanami are winning me over to the wonders of tea.”

Giichi looks up at me with a very serious look on his face.

“They’re completely different things,” he says sharply. “But I suppose we can try to do something for you. Though you have to already like coffee to be able to understand a good blend.”

He’s as serious as ever. Even when it comes to the drink he likes.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” I say as I turn to leave. “See you.”

“Later,” he replies.

I head out and down to the cafeteria, but I don’t find anyone to join me for lunch on the way. When I get there, I head over to the serving counter and glance over the large menu.

I decide to settle for a stir fry. It’s something simple, but there’s a lot of variety on the plate. Would it benefit from having some rice on the side? Maybe. But I’ve enjoyed it the few times I’ve had it.

Looking around the room, I spot just the person I’ve been looking for. Heading over to the far corner of the room, I join Rei for lunch. She’s already well into her helping of Oyakodon and is nearly done with the meal.

“Good to see you,” she says. “Want me to sit with you while you eat.”

“Only if you’ve got nothing better to do,” I tease back.

Rei puts on a great show of considering her options before shrugging her shoulders. “I’ve got nothing,” she admits as she draws closer to emptying her bowl.

“You heading into town later?” I ask her. “I’ve got some things I need to get, and I need the company.”

“Yup,” she replies. “I’ve got a few odds and ends that I need to get. As long as you’re not taking me as a pack horse. I can definitely join you.”

“I don’t think it’ll come to that,” I reply. “I’d have asked someone else who’s better suited to that if I needed the help.”

“I’m wounded that I’m not the first one you’d turn to for help,” she says dramatically. “I’ll be sure to remember that in the future.”

“You do that,” I say. “Can we meet at the Committee office. I’ll just need to pass by Nurse for another check-up on the way. It shouldn’t take too long.”

“I’ll be there,” Rei replies. “Just be ready for the scolding you’ll get when you do arrive. It’s impolite to ask for help and then keep me waiting.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s a great burden on you,” I say. “Being forced to delay your trip to the convenience store for half-an-hour. Who knows what you might miss?”

The two of us can’t hold back the laughter anymore and we get a few funny looks from others as we struggle to calm down. Rei always manages to draw dry humour out of any situation. It was difficult at first, but it’s fun to engage in these witty battles with her.

Now that I’ve finished my meal as well, the two of us return our empty dishes and head out into the corridor. We pass a few students still hurrying towards the cafeteria in the hopes that they still have time to get some food before lunch ends.

We head towards the classrooms and up to the next floor towards Rei’s class. Turns out she’s in class 2-4. Right below my own classroom.

“Maybe you’ll be getting my seat next year,” I comment as I look into the room.

“Might be,” Rei replies. “Though it would be quite the coincidence. We usually sit in the same order each year. Not sure I’ll be anywhere near your seat.

“Don’t rule it out,” I say. “Kubo doesn’t care about things like the order of the register. You’ll be sitting next to the people he thinks you need to be sitting next to.”

“Well, that could be interesting,” she says. “I guess I should look forward to whatever strange pairing he’s got lined up for me.”

She doesn’t seem too impressed by the idea.

“Don’t worry about it,’’ I say. “I haven’t seen any issues in my class so far, so he must know what he’s doing.”

“Then I’ll just have to count on him not putting me near anyone I don’t like,” she concludes.

It’s about time that I head up to my own class, so I leave Rei as she heads through the door and make for the staircase.

I have enough time to prepare for the lessons ahead, but not for any more conversations on the way.


With classes over for the day, I quickly head for the auxiliary building. I don’t want to keep Rei waiting any longer than necessary, even if we’d been joking about it.

Thanks to my hurried pace, I’m able to get there before anyone else. Unless someone has an appointment, I’ll be first up. Nurse’s door is open, which is a good sign that he’s free.

I knock on the door, and he looks over from the work he was doing over by the shelves.

“Good to see you here so promptly,” he says as he slides the one file away and pulls what must be mine out. “I’m glad you’re taking your health so seriously.

“Sure am,” I respond. I feel it’s best not to tell him the real reason for my quick arrival.

“I can see that you’re looking well,” he continues as he motions for me to sit down, so I don’t think there’s any need for me to check anything.”

I nod, relieved that we don’t have to go through all of that again.

“And how is the new medication affecting you?” He asks. “No seizures, I presume. How are the side-effects?”

“It’s definitely working,” I say. “And they hit me hard when I take them in the evenings.”

“Yes,” he says with a grimace. “They do tend to take their toll on you. It's really not meant for long-term use.”

“So where are we going to go next?” I ask. “I don’t want to have another seizure like that one. But you want to get me off that stuff quickly as well.”

“It difficult for me to make the decision here,” Nurse admits. “I’d really like to run some more thorough tests before I make any changes. I’d like to know what’s changed since you were last in the hospital.”

“You want to send me off for more tests then?” I ask. “Will I be missing more school?”

I didn’t really mind that part of it. Who wouldn’t mind a few days away from schoolwork? It was really the idea of heading back to hospital that I wasn’t looking forward to.

“You do need to go for some tests, but we have a bit of time. Your medication won’t harm you that quickly,” he explains. “It’s not long until you go on your short vacation though. If you’re going to see your parents, it would be the perfect opportunity to do all that.”

“I’d rather miss school than any vacation time,” I say bluntly.

“I’m sure you would,” he says with a laugh. “But the tests themselves should only take an afternoon. It'll take more time to travel there than to have them done.”

Would I be going back home over the vacation? I hadn’t thought about it.

It would be nice to see everyone again.

“I’ll probably be going to stay with my parents then,” I say to Nurse. “Though I will have to check. We haven’t talked about it yet.”

“I’m sure that they’d love to have you back at home for a few days,” he replies. “Do let me know soon though as I’d like to schedule the appointments while there are still openings available during those dates.”

“I will,” I reply. “I’ll talk to them tonight if they pick up.”

“Good,” he says. “That’s all we really have to do for now. I just wanted to see that you are still in good health and it’s good to see that that’s the case.”

“So, we’re already done then?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he says as he gets up to put my file back where it belongs. “I’ll see you again when you have news for me.”

I leave my brief consult and head up to my meeting with Rei and I see that she hasn’t gone into our office. She’s staring out of the window and seems to be deep in thought.

“What’s got a hold of you,” I say as I join her by the window.

She comes out of her daydream and looks over at me.

“Oh, nothing important,” she says. “Just thinking about going for another walk out there.”

I can see the forest in the distance across the track field and I think about my own desire to head out there.

“You’ll have to do that one alone,” I say. “Nurse doesn’t want me going anywhere that help might struggle to reach yet.”

“Well, we’ll have to make a thing of it once you’re free again,” she says. “Until then, we’ll have to make do with walking into town.”

“Today’s not really the day for it, but there’s definitely somewhere I need to take you,” I say. “The menu might not be your cup of tea, but the scenery definitely will be.”

I try to suppress the giggle that comes from that terrible pun, but I don’t really succeed.

Rei gives me a weird look, but I wave her off.

“You’ll have to wait and see what I mean,” I say. “It’s quite a treat.”

“You’ll be taking me… Wherever it is sooner than you think,” Rei replies. “I can’t bear the thought of people keeping secrets from me. Especially when it seems like I’d enjoy being in on it.”

“Good things come to those who wait,” I respond, as I head towards the stairs.

Rei quickly follows when she sees that I’m going to leave her behind if she doesn’t catch up.

“So, what do you need to get,” she asks as she matches my pace. “I’m just after a few essentials.”

“I’ve got a list,” I reply, conspiratorially. “It’s a mission of top priority.”

I pull the list out and hand it over to Rei who quickly unfolds it to examine the contents. A confused look forms on her face.

“This is a lot of cleaning supplies,” she says. “There’s some normal stuff as well, but are you planning on cleaning up a crime scene with all of this?”

“You’ve seen the unusual steps you have to go through at my room,” I reply. “Well, there’s a lot more that goes on behind the scenes to keep the place clean.”

“So, it’s for her then,” Rei says. “I didn’t know that you were in on that endeavour. Are we going to be subject to that kind of sanitation requirements as well?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not turning into a germaphobe,” I assure her. “I just thought I’d do her a favour for cleaning my room every week. It might not be for me, but that doesn’t mean I can’t show some appreciation.”

“Good on you,” Rei replies. “Just don’t get sucked in on to all of that. Some exposure to the world and the dirt that comes with it can be good for you.”

“Can you really say that around here though?” I ask her. “Toru probably wouldn’t agree with you on that.”

“Of course there are exceptions to the rule,” Rei says. “But I’m sure even he’d agree with me if he was here. He might have to be careful now, but I’m sure he would have appreciated that approach when he was younger.”

“What do you mean by that?” I ask. “Do you know something about his asthma?”

“No,” Rei admits. “And I might be wrong about it, but a lack of exposure when you’re young can make asthma worse. It might not be the case for him, but I can definitely see his mom being just a little like your dorm mate.”

She waves the list at me, and I can see her point. Susanna definitely did strike me as the kind of person who didn’t tolerate even a speck of dust sitting in place too long. It’s something to consider even if it’s not the truth. If Toru ever seems open about discussing his family again, I should probably ask him if that’s the case.

“I can guess that you don’t mind the dirt,” I say. “With all those plants and the time you like to spend in the forest, you’ve got to be okay with it.”

“Nothing wrong with playing in the mud,” Rei agrees. “Though you’ve got to be dressed for the occasion. You’re not getting me out there if I’ve just put on a brand-new jacket.”

“That’s fair,” I say. I tend to choose older clothes as well when I know there’s a chance that things might get messy.

“I’ll have to let you know in advance if any mudslinging is involved in the plans I make,” I say.

“You better,” she replies. “I’ll be sending you the bill for it all if you don’t.”

We’re now heading out of the school gates, and we continue to bounce from topic to topic as we head towards the convenience store. When we get there, a woman is coming out through the automated doors, and we let her pass before slipping in before the door closes again.

We each grab a basket and head towards the back of the store. There’s a large enough range that we’ll probably find everything we’re looking for unless it’s out of stock.

I grab a four pack of bar soap from the shelf. I guess I know which type of soap Chiharu believes to be most effective now. A bag of laundry powder soon joins it in the basket as well as a bottle of bleach.

One might need to take extreme measures when cleaning a shared bathroom if you’re worried about contamination.

A pack of toothbrushes and toothpaste join the collection, though I can’t get the bulk toothpaste. She’ll have to settle for three individual tubes rather than the four pack. Rei grabs some toothpaste before turning to me.

“That looks like all the stuff she’ll be needing,” she says. “What about you?”

“I’ll just grab my stuff on the way back to the cashier,” I reply. “How about you go get your stuff and we’ll meet up again?”

Rei nods and heads off down another isle as I retrace my steps and grab the things I needed from the shelves.

When I reach the front of the store, I see that Rei is already there. She’s yet again demonstrating how fast she is at everything.

“I’ll be waiting outside,” she says as she pays for her shopping and heads towards the door. I step forward and heave the basket up onto the counter.

“Please can I get that in two bags,” I say. I don’t really want to try hauling all of that back to school in one hand.

The cashier nods and quickly scans everything as the displayed cost begins to rise. I loaded the basket in such a way that I can see what price it reaches when he finished scanning Chiharu’s stuff and I pull the money she gave me out.

I make a mental note of how much to give back to her thanks to the slight change in the quantity of toothpaste before adding my own money to the pile. I’ll sort out which stuff is hers later, as an even load in the bags is currently more important than keeping our stuff separate.

Once everything is packed and paid for, I head outside to join Rei for our journey back up the hill.

“I’d offer a hand, but I haven’t got one to help,” Rei says with a shrug that causes her right arm to jerk outwards.

It’s a reminder of how well she covers up the prosthetics that she lives with. You could easily forget about them thanks to the energy she puts into everything she does.

“It’ll be good for me,” I reply. “I may not be going for long walks, but any exercise will still be good for me. Even these weights.”

“Trust you to see the positive of it,” Rei laughs. “Maybe I should learn a thing or two from you on how to deal with things.”

That statement strikes me as weird coming from her. She always seemed so confident in herself and ready to find the fun in everything we did.
Sure, it might be chaotic at times, but I think it seems like a good way of approaching the world.

These occasional moments of negativity from her seem to chip away at that image though. I think about saying something, but Rei moves the conversation on with gossip she’s overheard in the cafeteria. It’s meaningless nonsense about people I don’t know, but it moves the conversation on away from what could be a serious topic if I had the opportunity to pursue it.

This light back and forth continues all the way to Yamaku.


When we reach the dorms, I leave Rei as I pass her floor and make my way up to my own where I can begin sorting Chiharu’s stuff out from my own. I make sure to sanitize my hands before going into my room.

I unpack the bags into two piles before loading the stuff for Chiharu back into the bags. Now I pause to think about how best to deal with this.

In the end I decide to take them across to her door and begin to set them out on the floor for her so that she doesn’t have to touch anything more than what she needs to. I then step back and prop my door open so that I’ll be able to give her some more space in the corridor.

“Chiharu,” I call out. “I’m back with your shopping. It’s right in front of your door so be careful when you come out.”

I wait for a few moments wondering if she heard me. I’ve never seen her leave so I’m sure she’s there. The door does slowly open as she looks out first at the things on the floor and then up at me. She looks surprise to see me standing well into my own open doorway.

“I couldn’t get everything,’ I say. “But that’s all as close as I could make it. I hope it will all work out for you.”

She now pulls the door all the way open and props it open in a similar fashion to mine.

“Let me just sanitize it all and I’ll tell you then,” she says as she walks back into her room to fetch something.

It’s the first time I’ve managed to see into her room and it’s very much what I expected of her. There’s hardly anything out on her desk or on the shelves. It probably makes it much easier for her to keep things clean. There are some extra cupboards around the room and it’s to one of these that she is heading.

She opens it and I’m able to see more of her cleaning supplies. It looks like there’s still plenty of other stuff that I didn’t have to buy in there. As she comes back over, it looks like she has another bottle of sanitizer as well as a cloth. When she gets back to the door. She pulls a tray out from next to it.

The process of her spraying each thing down, before wiping it clean and adding it to the tray takes a few minutes but, once it’s done, she returns the supplies to their cupboard before coming back to take the tray over to her desk.

With that out of the way, she comes back over to the door to talk to me.

“Thank you. You got everything I needed,” she says. “I’m glad you helped me out with that, since It wasn’t something I was looking forward to.”

“You’re welcome,” I reply. “I also have some change for you.”

“Keep it,” she says. “It’s hardly anything and there’s no way I’ll ever be able to get that stuff clean.”

If that’s how she feels, then I guess I’ll have to keep it. Maybe I’ll set it aside for a little shopping fund for her. Should she ever ask me to go again. This is the longest and most normal interaction I’ve had with her, so I feel the urge to ask some questions so that I can get to know her better.

“How do you handle all of this alongside your classes?” I ask. “I’ve never seen you leave this corridor.”

“I prefer self-study,” she replies. “And as long as my marks stay up, no one tries to force me out of here. I heard they even gave my seat away to some new kid.”

“The other transfer student?” I ask. “So, you are in class 3-3?”

I had thought she was in the same year as me, but I couldn’t be sure. The school really had accepted that she wouldn’t be coming anywhere near her class if there wasn’t even a seat kept for her.

“And how do you get the work?” I ask. “You can’t do it all from the textbooks.”

“The Student Council drops any material that isn’t in the books off at the end of the day,” she explains. “It took a while to get them to understand what I needed them to do.”

I’m surprised by that. Firstly, because those two didn’t seem like the kind of people who’d want to entertain this kind of behaviour and, secondly, because I would have thought I’d have bumped into them or at least heard them coming by so often. Maybe Misha is a bit more tactful than I’ve given her credit for.

“Well, I’m glad that it seems to be working out for you,” I say. “If you’re keeping your marks high like that, I could do with some tips on how to study properly. It’s always a chore to get back here and start working.”

“I think we both know that wouldn’t work out too well,” she says, indicating the distance between us. “Unless you’re a fan of long-distance learning.”

“Fair point,” I concede. “But I’m sure it would help me and maybe you’ll get something out of it as well.”

“I appreciate the sentiment,” she replies. “But I think I’ll need some time to think about that. I’ve been preparing to go out today for some time and you helped me out of that one, but I’ll need just as much time to prepare for something like that.”

I once again think about how taking this trip away from her may not have been the best thing for her, so maybe pushing on this will be a better substitute for it.

“You think about it, and I’ll be waiting for an answer,” I say. “You can help me with studying, and I’ll be able to do some of your shopping for you.”
I can’t make out whether that prospect appeals to Chiharu. It looks more like she’s trying to weigh up which of the two would be worse than which she might enjoy.

“I’ll get back to you on that,” she says as she starts to close the door. “And thank you again for all of this.”


I’ve decided to head to the library to try and find a book that’s supposed to help with the assignment I’m working on, and walking alone gives me time to think about what’s been going on.

I do my best thinking when I’m on the move, but the amount of time I’ve been spending with others means that I haven’t had many of these moments to myself.

I’m glad that I’ve gotten a little closer to Chiharu. It’s always been a bother to me that I’ve been so removed from someone who actually has quite a large presence in my life here at Yamaku. Hopefully our talk will lead to something.

Even if she seems not to mind it, I think it’s quite sad that even her class has apparently given up on her ever making an appearance. I know it may not be vital as she seems to be doing well enough as she is, but I’d like to bring just a bit of regular school life back to her.

That is sort of the point of this whole place anyway.

There is also the obvious selfish reason for wanting her help. If I can find any way to boost my scores on the upcoming exams, I’d be grateful. My marks aren’t that bad. I’d say I’m probably in the middle of the pack, but it would be great if I could get them up a bit. It is my last year of school, and I could only benefit from having those marks be as high as possible.

I arrive at the library and pass by Yuuko who seems as flustered as usual. She somehow seems to be able to handle situations that she’s clearly not comfortable with. Sure, there are the occasional accidents brought about by her anxiety, but she manages well enough.

The book I’m looking for shouldn’t be too far into the library and I begin looking along the shelf where it should be. I don’t see it, so I double back to check that I haven’t missed it.

It definitely seems to be missing so I head back to Yuuko to try and get some help.

“Afternoon Yuuko,” I say as I walk up to her counter.

She jumps slightly, but it’s a better reaction than some of the others. Seeing me coming probably gives her a little time to prepare.

“What can I help you with?” she says quickly as she smiles at me shakily.

“There’s a book I’m looking for,” I reply. “Maybe you could tell me if it’s been taken out and when I might be able to get it?”

“Of course,” she replies, turning to her computer. “Just give me the title and I’ll search it up for you.”

I do so and there’s some tapping as Yuuko begins her search. A few moments pass before she turns back to me with a mixed look on her face.

“Someone has taken it out,” she explains. “But if you stay around, you should be able to get it next. It’s on short loan so they need to bring it back today.”

“Thanks, Yuuko,” I say. “I’ll just go do some reading while I wait.”

Yuuko bobs her head, apparently relieved that I’m happy with the current situation. I wouldn’t have made a fuss even if the book was going to be out for even longer though. I could probably get by without it.

I head along the edge of the library look for somewhere to sit when I run into an impressive pillow and beanbag fort. I peer around it and I’m not surprised to see Suzu. She’s fast asleep, but this one looks more well-constructed than the one of the past. There even seems to be a place for someone to sit on the outward side.

I don’t want to disturb her, but I also don’t want to risk her being left here overnight. That seems like a possibility with how hidden she is, so I decide that I might as well settle down here to read while I wait. Kill time and possibly help Suzu be discovered when it’s time to go. Two birds with one stone.

I spend some time there reading until I see Yuuko peak her head around the corner.

“It’s time to close up,” she says as she takes a step out from behind the shelves. “This is for you.”

She holds out the book that I was looking for. It looks like she decided to take it out for me when it was returned.

“Thanks, Yuuko,” I reply. “Just give me a moment to get Suzu out of here.”

Yuuko creeps forward to look behind the tower of beanbags and pillows to watch me as I attempt to wake the sleeping girl.

With a bit of effort, I’m able to stir the Suzu who then hesitantly makes her way towards the exit after mumbling her thanks to me.

“You take this,” Yuuko says as she holds the book out to me. “I’ll clean up.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “I could help you.”

“No, it’s my job,” she replies. “And you’ve probably got things to do.”

I realize that she’s right about that. I’d like to try and make at least a few notes before I have to take my meds. I’ll also have to try and get through to my parents before that.

“See you tomorrow, Yuuko,” I say, before leaving her to sort out the library before she closes up.


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So a month has gone by...
You still haven't mentioned her having called her parents or any of her frineds so far. I know Hisao didn't either, but his state of mind and the circumstances of him leaving were quite different.
Looking forward to maybe getting some more info on that in the next chapter.

Also a few small fixes again:

she back peddles back-pedals suddenly.

but I’ll just have to role roll with it.

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Thanks for still going through my posts.

Unfortunately her parents and old friends won't be in chapter 13, and there will probably be very little of them in chapter 14. They will play a larger part in Act 3, which will start very soon, so you can look forward to developments along those lines in chapter 15.

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Interrogation

Classes have been entering that weird pre-exam phase over the past week as the various teachers reach the end of the work that needs to be covered for their exams. We’re no longer learning any new work, but that doesn’t mean that we aren’t busy.

There seems to be a similar attitude shared between all the teachers on how to help us for what lies ahead.

Past papers.

You really come to hate this in subjects that you’re not good at and the ones you can do easily don’t make up for it. You’re busy with a Maths paper? Lesson over. Time to start an English one. It can be mind-numbing depending on the lessons you have that day.

I suppose those students that don’t take this preparation seriously have an easier time of it. The teachers aren’t pushing you to work through the papers so, if you don’t, it’s not something that will really be noticed.

Unfortunately, I’m not one of those students, so I’ve been drained each of the last few days from a workload that is far too intense to be maintained for too long.

The common room and library have also been filled with students either looking for more time to prepare or looking for someone to help them understand that one concept that just doesn’t stick.

I’ve had my own help as well. I’ve somehow managed to convince Chiharu into giving me some pointers in science. She seems to have an amazing understanding of the topic, and I have wondered whether that’s due to her love of it or because of a lack of interaction with Mutou.

I’ve come to like the man and all his oddities, but I can’t help but feel that he just doesn’t connect with most students. It’s a shame as he’s a very good teacher when you ask him to explain something to you before or after class, but the skill just doesn’t seem to translate to when he’s lecturing the whole class.

Since there isn’t enough time for everyone to get some one-on-one tutoring from him, many of us have to turn to alternate sources. For Chiharu that has apparently been self-study. For me, it’s been her.

The sight of us studying has been a peculiar one for anyone come past our rooms, doors propped open, chairs facing each other through our open doors, and trays on our laps to serve as desks.

There’s also been the occasional chaos as Chiharu almost throws herself over the back of her chair when Cho and Namami have to come or go. She needs to maintain distance from everyone and having a chair taking up her doorway makes it difficult to retreat when someone tries to walk past her.

Despite these occasional comedic performances, she’s done well in tutoring me. I’ve got a much better understanding of some of the more complicated theorems, and she might even be enjoying her time teaching me about the subject.

The occasional flailing does always reminds one that she’s no closer to getting through some of her problems.

I’ve also been able to get some help out of Toru when it comes to learning English. It’s been interesting getting lessons from someone who clearly has a far better understanding of the language than anyone who’s learnt it in Japan.

His English is basically a second first language as he grew up speaking it a lot before moving to Japan, so it’s been funny to learn that he doesn’t technically consider it his home language.

When it comes to my needs, it might as well be his home language as he sees it in a totally different way to how it’s taught in class.

The few lessons I’ve had from him have left me wondering how much it will help with exams though. I’m certain I’d become a better English speaker thanks to his efforts, but he’s definitely highlighted that becoming a fluent speaker of the language is not likely if we stick to the curriculum set out in class.

He has had a focus on trying to get me to develop my English as its own thing, rather than as something connected to my understanding of Japanese. He seems to believe that there are just too many places where things just don’t line up in translation. This endeavour led to an interesting tangent as he tried to explain how he saw each of the languages he could speak.

It might not help in the upcoming week, but the idea that he ‘switched’ his entire brain between Japanese, English, and his other languages was difficult to comprehend. I couldn’t imagine not translating things in my head to understand them. He seemed to be saying that he would be thinking in the language he was speaking as he switched between them.

That explanation culminated in a display of cycling through the four languages that he was able to speak. This had been going on in the Disciplinary Committee office and both Rei and Giichi had had to stop and listen to this amazing feat.

While we could only understand the Japanese and English parts of the conversation, it was still easy to pick out when he switched languages. There were sounds that we simply couldn’t imagine making. English might have had sounds that weren’t natural to us, but the guttural growling or the sudden clicking that interspersed his other languages seemed almost impossible.

That display made me feel a lot more capable at improving my English. If someone was able to do all of that with apparent ease, I sure I should be able to improve my English.

The combination of these lessons, my own studying, as well as the work in class meant that it was unlikely that I could prepare any more for the upcoming exams. I’d still have time to work towards the final exams of the year but, for these ones, I don’t know how much more I can do.

With the Sunday before the week of exams now upon us, I'm really looking forward to something to take me away from the past week and the week to come.

While it might not be the distraction that I would have wanted, Toru definitely has something that will be interesting to deal with.


I’m in the cafeteria, having breakfast, when Toru comes over to join me. I can see that he’s deep in thought and that whatever he’s thinking about has him troubled.

“Morning Toru,” I say as he reaches me. “What has you looking so worried?”

He takes a seat beside me and seems to be taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

“I’ve given some thought about what you said the other day,” he says. “And I’ve spoken to my parents a bit. Mainly my father. Mother doesn’t like to talk over the phone.”

I wonder what he said to them and how it went over. Depending on that, this conversation could take a very different path.

“And how did they react?” I ask.

“Not sure,” he replies. “They’ve decided that they’re coming to see me though, which means they’ve taken it seriously.”

That does seem big from what he’s said. They don’t see each other often and they’re already rushing back to see him over what he said over the phone. I’m even more interested in where this could go now.

“They phoned last night to tell me they’ll be here today,” he continues. “Quite sudden, but they want to see me for lunch again.”

“And I’m guessing you don’t have a say in that?” I ask.

“Would you really blow of a meeting with your parents because you’re unhappy with them?” he replies. “I definitely wouldn’t try that.”

That’s fair enough. I don’t think I would, but his situation does seem far more complicated that ‘being unhappy’ with them.

“So, you’re off to meet them,” I say. “How do you think it will go?”

“Well, it seems like they don’t mean to make a spectacle of it,” he says. “We’re meeting at the Shanghai again. They want you to come as well.”

“What?” I exclaim loudly. “Why do they want me there.”

“I’d guess it’s because he can’t find anything out about you,” Toru answers. “That as well as that he’s already got a read on you. He’s probably figured out that you’ve had some sort of influence on me, and he wants to know more.”

“I’m not so sure I want to meet with them,” I say. “It was fine going along with you for support, and I wouldn’t have minded if we’d ended up talking to them, but actually going to a planned meeting with your parents seems a bit creepy to me.”

“I agree with you,” Toru says. “And I wouldn’t want to go if I were you either, but I’m sure he’ll engineer something to get to you if he has to. He has the right to see the school again in the interest of my wellbeing and I’m sure he can twist that into getting to the Disciplinary Committee if it comes down to it.”

“So, you’re telling me that I’ll meeting them again whether I like it or not?” I ask. “It’s just a matter of when and where I meet them?”

“I’d say so,” Toru replies. “Me being on the committee with you will give him the excuse to meet with you. He’ll want to see how his son is doing at his new school.”

I’m reminded that Toru is in fact a first year and that it wouldn’t be that strange for a protective, or controlling, parent to see what their son has been doing since he started at Yamaku.

It’s probably best for me to bite this bullet and go with Toru. I get the feeling that prolonging this might only make things worse as Toru’s parents probably won’t give up on this. If I go today, there might even be a chance that things will be at least somewhat cordial.

“Fine,” I say. “I’ll come with you. Even if it’s just to get all of this over with.”

“Thank you,” Toru says, even though he doesn’t look happy about any of it. “I’m sure we can get this over quickly and I’ll be able to have them on their way without too many questions.”

While I don’t say any more, I do feel that I should see all of this through. If what Toru says is true, then I may be at least partially responsible for all of this. His father thinks that I’ve made a change in him.

That feels both good and bad at the same time. I’m happy that what I said to Toru seemed to help him in some way, but I worry about what it’s done to the admittedly strained relationship he has with his parents.

I can only hope that I’m able to present the same person who helped Toru after their last visit to them and that I’m just as convincing to them as I was to Toru.


The two of us head down the road into town as we make our way to this lunch meeting. Rei had offered to come with again, but Toru had refused the offer. I had to agree, this didn’t seem like the kind of meeting she’d be welcome to. It was invite only as far as I could tell.

“Hopefully they’ll still be courteous,’ Toru says, as we near the Shanghai. “They may be difficult, but they shouldn’t be overly rude. If that does become the case, then I suggest that you leave. Don’t put up with it if it makes you uncomfortable. They’ll deserve it if that becomes the case.”

It’s good to know that I have an out, but I’ll try not to use it. They seemed to be mostly alright the last time we met. I’m sure I’ll be able to handle some level of rudeness as that seems almost guaranteed due to their unusual behaviour so far.

As we arrive at the Shanghai, we’re greeted by an almost identical scene as before.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if someone had told me they were standing on the exact spot as they had the last time they were here. Susanna is just as well dressed as she had been the time before, though it looked to all be different stuff. She must have quite the wardrobe.

As for Toru Senior, he’s either wearing the same suit, or has multiple that look the same, because he is definitely identical to the last time we met. He’s also the first to step forward, again.”

“Good afternoon, you two,” he says. “I’m glad that you could both make it and I hope you’ll enjoy the lunch.”

He briefly looks to Toru as he speaks, but his eyes turn to me as he finishes his greeting. The eye contact lasts a bit longer than I would have liked.
As if he’s, once again, he’s trying to learn as much as he can from how I react.

I stare back, smiling. At least he spoke in Japanese from the beginning. It makes me feel that there’s just a bit more respect coming from him this time. I’m not going to lose that by buckling under the pressure his stare seems to exert.

“I hope we didn’t keep you waiting,” Toru says, causing his father to turn back to him. “We’re as punctual as we could have been.”

“You’re right on time,” his mother says, sternly. “We couldn’t have asked for more. Now how about we head inside and get this going.”

She’s taking the lead this time. That’s much better than the silent treatment we received before. She still maintains the harsh demeanour, but the fact that she’s engaging at all is hopefully a good omen for things to come.

She leads the way in and this time I’m with them when they run into Yuuko. She handles it admirably. Maybe she’s been prepared for it by their last encounter or maybe it’s because Susanna is slightly less imposing than her husband, as Yuuko only shrinks back slightly and only a tiny amount of nervousness is apparent in her voice.

Susanna surveys the room before honing in on something.

“We’ll take those two tables,” she says, as she points to something. “Make sure no-one takes either of them.”

“But I can’t give you two tables,” Yuuko says. “What about the other customers?”

“You won’t need them,” Susanna replies, narrowing her eyes. “We’ll be doubling whatever the bill comes to, so we are the other customers.”

I look to Yuuko to see how she will handle this. From a financial standpoint it’s an absolute win, but not from a customer service perspective. In the end I think it’s to avoid a confrontation that she accepts the request, and we head over to an empty booth. The closest available one is two booths away, so it looks like there’s some intention for us to separate at some point.

I can see why they might want to do that, but it makes the whole thing a bit scarier.

It looks like we’re going to postpone that a little longer as Susanna indicates for all of us to take a seat. Toru slides in before me in what I guess is an attempt to leave my exit from this open to me should I need it.

I join him at the table as his parents sit opposite from us.

“I really am glad that you found the time to join us,” his father begins. “I know it was very short notice, but I’m always happy to meet any friends that Toru has made. That you seem to share an interest in the same committee is wonderful. I’m sure that you’ll be of great help to him for the remainder of your time at Yamaku.”

Those are some high expectations that he has of me. I wonder what Toru has told them or if it’s simply due to the fact that I’m Toru’s senior in the school. I guess that does give me some level of responsibility for him.

“I hope you haven’t set your expectations too high,” I reply to this. “I still consider myself new to Yamaku, and Toru’s time here means that he has more experience than I do.”

“That may be the case,” he replies. “But I think you’ve handled yourself very well. To transfer in and already have made so much progress is truly impressive. Your work ethic must be excellent.”

His smile is a friendly one, but it still feels as if he’s looking past the image that I’m trying to present. It’s as if he can sense that I’m not as confident in all of this as I’m trying to make out.

“I think that I’ve just taken the opportunities that I’ve been presented with,” I say. “I haven’t tried to do anything dramatic.”

“And that’s what everyone who wants to succeed should do,” Susanna says, joining in on the discussion. “Many people miss out on success by simply doing nothing. You don’t always have to reach for the impossible to get ahead. Sometimes not being complacent is enough.”

I wasn’t expecting that from her. That didn’t seem like the kind of sentiment someone like her would have. From her behaviour, I would have thought she’d push for only the best through maximum effort.

It seems like she has some of the talent for reading people that her husband has displayed as she continues talking after examining how I’ve received what she said.

“Don’t think that I mean you shouldn’t work towards achieving your goal, but that’s not all it takes to truly succeed,” she continues. “It’s all well and good to believe that your work will take you somewhere, but you shouldn’t be so focused on yourself that you miss the help that is standing right in front of you.

She also seems to include Toru in this statement as she turns to him while she says it. I wonder if it’s some veiled hint at him distancing himself from his family.

Yuuko’s arrival to take our orders interrupts our conversation as we all turn to the matter of what we’d like.

“For you…?” Toru Senior asks me.

“I’ll have tea, Yuuko,” I say.

“I’ll have the same,” Toru says.

“My wife will have tea and I’ll have a black coffee,” says his father. “And could you bring some biscuits as well?”

Yuuko nods her head, bows, and hurries off to fetch our order.

“Now let’s get to the heart of the matter,” Toru Senior says. “We don’t get to see Toru much and things could be better between us because of it.”
There’s some awareness from him at least.

“You also seem to be quite the interesting person,” he says, looking at me over steepled fingers. “I can’t quite get a read on you, and there’s almost nothing that I can find out about you either.”

“Father,” Toru says. “Can you at least not admit to digging into someone’s life to their face. It’s really unnerving.”

“I’m sure it is,” he replies. “But I have your best interests at heart, even if you don’t see it that way. I’m sure that this girl knows all about me thanks to your stories. She must since she’s handled all of this pretty well.”

He’s really has been trying to figure me out with all of this weird behaviour.

“So how about you spend some time catching up with your mother while I have a chat with Hatsumi in the other booth,” he says, as he begins to get up.

He doesn’t seem to be waiting for an answer and I share a look with Toru. He looks uncertain about what I should do.

“Don’t worry,” his father continues. “I just want to learn what you see in this family. There’s something you understand that I don’t, and I want to get to the heart of it.”

Maybe he just wants to fix things with Toru, or maybe he just knows that he’s missing some piece of information. Either way, I don’t really want to tell him about the things I’ve talked to Toru about. It feels like a breach of privacy.

“You can tell him,” Toru says. “Maybe it will help. I doubt it can make things worse.”

This shifts his attention from me to Toru and gives me the encouragement to get up as well. If Toru is fine with it, then I’m willing to go ahead with this strange confrontation. If it can help Toru in some way, then there’s really nothing to lose.

“This way then,” Toru Senior says, gesturing towards the other booth.

I head over and take a seat while he shares a few more words with his wife before joining me.

“I really am sorry about all of this,” he begins. “I know that I can be forward, almost overbearing, and I’m sure you’ve heard plenty of bad things about me.”

He suddenly seems a whole lot nicer, as if he had suddenly flicked a switch and turned on a new personality. That was no less unsettling than the previous behaviour.

“You don’t have to worry about any of this either. It’s not the interrogation that you seem to think it’s going to be,” he continues. “You can relax. All that tension isn’t good for you.”

“How are you so good at all of that?” I ask, realising that he is correct once again. “It makes no sense that you can read people so easily.”

“You just have to practice,” he replies, happy to see that I’m showing an interest in holding a conversation with him. “Everyone can pick some things up about how someone is feeling or thinking. You do it all the time. If you get good enough, you can do it with almost anyone. I can be somewhat of a nightmare at the poker table.”

“But you could also try not doing it at every moment,” I say. “You might have a better time making connections with people if they didn’t think you were reading into their souls.”

“Yes, you’re probably right about that,” he replies with a sigh. “But the downside is it doesn’t ‘turn off’ when you get as good as I have. You always look for the danger in someone or the thing you can use against them.”

It seems to be that he’s very open about talking about the things that Toru doesn’t like about him. That kind of reinforces why Toru might have those problems for me. He doesn’t seem to care that he doesn’t behave normally.

“So why do you want to talk to me?” I ask him. “If you know as much as you do, then you know that I’m not special. Neither is my family.”

“I’m glad that you can get to the point,” he replies, smiling. “That’s another excellent trait in a person. And you don’t have to be important to be special. You do know that right? You’ve connected with my son, and whether or not you can see it, that’s something to take notice of. He doesn’t open up to just anyone.”

“And you know that? Aren’t you always away?” I say, with a hint of accusation.

“More than I’d like to be. Even more these past few years,” he replies with what might be genuine sadness. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t keep tabs on him. Life has been hard on him, both back home and here.”

“Well, I wouldn’t think moving halfway round the world would be good for anyone when they’re young,” I reply. “Maybe you all should have stayed in South Africa.”

“No, I don’t think he would have flourished there,” he replies. “While it’s very recent, the three of you have been good for him. Some of the friends he made before Yamaku were also good.”

Toru had mentioned that he’d had trouble at school before coming to Japan.

“Then I guess both of you agree that you made the right choice,” I admit.

He smiles at that.

“It’s good to hear that he doesn’t hold that against us then,” he says. “I knew the life he had back there really wasn’t working for him. I loved it, but everything about the culture and the way we lived just wasn’t something that would ever have suited him.”

It really did sound like he cared deeply for Toru. Then again, that never really came up in our conversations. All the problems seemed to stem from other beliefs that Toru had about his father.

“I don’t really know what happened that brought us here though,” I say. “I can guess that something has changed, but I have no idea what it was. Or what I have to do with it.”

“Maybe it hasn’t got anything to do with you,” he says with a shrug. “But Toru has asked me some questions that have me interested. There used to be lots of requests for stories or for us to do things, but it’s been a long time since any of that happened. Now he’s asked a few questions again. Different questions. Difficult questions.”

It seems that Toru’s taken my advice to try and find out more about his father.

“It could be a coincidence,” he says. “But I have a hunch that he talked to you about me and that you uncovered something. I doubt he did it by himself, and he’s had plenty of time to talk to the other two.”

He goes silent as he looks at me. He’s trying to read the answer in my eyes. I don’t really feel like hiding it from him though, so I decide to share it all with him.

“You hid things from him,” I start. “He found out and has assumed the worst of you thanks to your secrecy.”

“Ah,” he says. “I can see how that might affect him. I’m guessing it’s to do with my time in the police force.”

I nod.

“That and everything you’ve done since then,” I say. “It seems like you’re still that person.”

“I am to some extent,” he admits. “I was good at what I did, so I went private after it all ended. Had to move around to find my place in it all, but I did in the end.”

“But do you regret what you did?” I ask him. “That’s the big one that Toru cares about.”

“That’s not something I can answer easily,” he says.

There’s a much more serious look on his face now. None of the smiling, but also none of the probing.

“I wouldn’t be able to explain all of that without plenty of time,” he says. “Especially not to my young son.”

“That sounds like you’re trying to avoid the topic,” I say.

Now I do see a flash of anger sweep across his face before disappearing. It’s so quick that I hardly have the chance to be scared of it.”

“How would you explain it to a little kid?” he asks.

I’m sort of impressed that he’s still acting calm. I can tell that he isn’t though.

“You can’t hide a part of your life and then be surprised when they don’t learn about it in the way you would have liked them to,” I say.

He pauses for a moment as he looks at the ceiling.

“I suppose you’ve gone into some of the less pleasant topics in your history classes since you’re in your final year?” he asks.

“Yes?” I say hesitantly.

“Well then I’ll lay it out for you somewhat honestly?” he replies. “How do you tell someone who looks up to you, who thinks that you’re the good for protecting people, that it’s not all heroics and happy endings? Especially when that person is a little boy?”

“There must be some way,” I say.

“I’d say not,” he replies. “Toru, I was protecting my country, but there were times children got caught up in it. Things like that would definitely not go over well with him.”

I’m shocked that he admits what he was involved in so easily.

“Exactly,” he continues. “You’re a stranger and you react like that. When should I have told my son? When he was six? Eight? Ten? I don’t think there’d ever be a good time to talk about it.”

He looks a little defeated after saying that.

“He apparently knows all about it now,” I say. “It’s all public record.”

“Yes,” he says. “Confessing everything we did was a condition to the amnesty. “Would have made things a whole lot easier if we hadn’t had to do that.”

“Then maybe it’s time to talk to him?” I say. “If he knows all about it, then you don’t really have anything to lose.”

“That won’t fix things,” he says. “The damage has been done already. I’m the psychopath who doesn’t regret the blood on his hands as far as he’s concerned.”

“Sounds like you’re planning to ignore your wife’s advice then,” I say, interrupting his negativity.

He looks at me questioningly.

“You’ve got to take the opportunity that’s in front of you,” I say. “You’ve noticed a change. It could be one for the better, but you seem to want to let it slip past you.”

“You are a sharp one,” he says, smiling slightly. “I really do like it. Throwing what we said back at us.”

It’s my turn to smile now.

“Well, sometimes you need someone on the outside to help you see what’s obvious,” I respond. “Although it shouldn’t have to be a schoolgirl.”

“Who better to understand the mind of a schoolmate,” he jibes back. “I’m far too old to understand the new generation. It’s your job to help us catch up.”

We’re almost at the point where there is no longer any of the tension that has always followed him around when Yuuko arrives with our orders.

“That’s our cue to swap tables,” he says, and I give him a questioning look. “Just because I’ve been the focus doesn’t mean that Susanna doesn’t want to pick your brain. That will be an entirely different experience though.”

He stood up, only giving Yuuko the briefest moment to back pedal away from the table before he smiled at me and headed back to the other table.

I was left to stew in my own thoughts as I ponder the exchange we had just had as well as try and figure out how the next one was likely to go.

I didn’t have long to wait as Susanna appeared next to me and moved to take the seat that her husband had just vacated.

I make the decision to let her have the floor as I have even less to go on about her than I did with him. Nothing Toru and I have discussed has given me even a hint on what this woman is like, so I only have her cold demeanour to work with.

“My son seems to like you,” she begins. “And my husband agrees with him. He thinks you have ‘the answers’ that we’re looking for. I don’t see it, but I trust him when it comes to judging a person.”

I don’t really know where I’m supposed to go with that.

“So, I expect that you won’t let me down,” she says.

“I don’t think I’m something special,” I say. “I’ve just taken notice of the things I’ve seen and heard.”

She continues to watch me. Waiting.

“And to be honest, there isn’t much I can say about you,” I continue.

She blinks.

“You don’t seem to have much of a presence in Toru’s life,” I say. “And anything you do seems wildly inappropriate. I mean what’s he going to do with the perfumes you send him?”

I’ve put her on the back foot with that one as she’s quick to defend herself.

“I’m trying to share what I do with him,” she says. “It’s my life’s work.”

“And what’s he supposed to do with it?” I ask. “If he uses it, it might kill him and if he gives it to someone and they use it, it might kill him.”

“It can’t be that bad,” she replies dismissively.

I’m shocked by that statement.

“Have you spent any time with your son in his life?” I ask.

My voice is slightly raised due to the insensitivity she’s demonstrated, and I have to fight to control it.

“I watched him lying propped up against a wall as he fought his way through an attack in my first week here,” I say. “He even had his mask on when it happened. If trees several hundred metres away can cause that, then you’ve not been paying attention to how serious it is.”

I’m surprised that there isn’t another retort at this point. Or that she doesn’t try to storm off. I have hit her with some heavy accusations. Maybe she’s just to stunned by it all.

“Maybe you’re the one who should be trying to connect with things he likes rather than the other way round,” I say. “I think it’s clear that he’s not in the position to do it.”

“Well, how am I supposed to do that?” she finally says. “He used to be close to his father but that’s gone now, and my business is all I know. I can’t relate to anything he does.”

“Do you really believe that you have to like the things he likes to connect with him?” I ask. “I’m pretty sure a parent can get past that. I know mine weren’t really interested in the random things that I showed to them. That it was from me was enough for them to give it their attention.”

She once again pauses to consider what I’ve said. It’s kind of amazing to me that I’m giving someone parenting advice. I know I’m supposed to be a responsible person, but this is beyond anything I thought I’d be involved in.

“I don’t know how I’m going to do that,” she finally says. “I’ve hardly had any presence in his life. It’s always been up to my husband to do anything with Toru. He was far better at handling him than I ever was.”

It looks like the problems between Toru and Susanna are far more mundane than with his father. It really makes me feel like this isn’t a conversation that I should be involved with.

“You know,” I say. “I really think this is something you should talk to your husband about. You can’t relate to your son, yet you say that he could. Then maybe you should get him to tell you how to do that, not one of his school friends. I really think that kind of thing is out of my area of expertise.”

She sighs, clearly frustrated.

“Well, this hasn’t been nearly as helpful as I was promised,” she says. “I guess that we’re done here then.”

With that, she gets up and heads off to the other table and leaves me sitting alone.

I do wish that it could have gone better, but I’m not ready to handle the issues of someone who doesn’t seem to have made any attempt of their own.

I don’t have to wait long before Toru Senior reappears.

“I’m guessing you think that could have gone better,” he says, preventing me from saying anything. “Don’t worry, you’ve got her ruffled and that’s more than enough for now. At least she’s thinking about it.”

“So, you think her storming off was fine?” I ask.

“There are problems that she needs to be willing to work on,” he replies. “All anyone else can do is make her see that. Maybe you did that.”

I’m hit with the feeling that things have gone exactly as he’s intended them to, and I have to marvel at that.

“If you were as blunt as I think you might have been, then she’ll have to look at it from a new angle,” he concludes.

“You’re happy with how things have gone?” I ask. “I don’t think it was that great.”

“We’ll have to wait and see,” he replies. “But she’s smart, even if she sometimes misses what’s right in front of her. I think I can also see a way to move forward now. Obviously, it’s going to take some time, but I do think we’ll be making some changes now.”

“Did I really have to be involved in it though,” I ask. “Couldn’t you keep your family issues within the family.”

“No,” he replies, firmly. “We’d grown apart and while it’s not Toru’s fault, it couldn’t be fixed without him wanting it to happen. That meant finding someone he did trust to get the ball rolling.”

That’s a lot of responsibility that he’s decided to place on my shoulders and I’m not sure that I appreciate it.

“So, what am I supposed to do now?” I ask him. “How much does Toru know and how am I supposed to explain how you see me in all of this?”
He looks at me as if I’m missing something obvious.

“You tell him everything he wants to know,” he says. “And everything you think he should know. It’s what I should have done. You even knew that before I did.”

He pauses for a moment as he looks back to the other table.

“And I think you can handle the responsibility,” he continues. “You’re his senior and you seem to have a knack for these things. Don’t try to hide behind your age or the fact that you’re classmates to think that you can’t handle it.”

He really does see things in me that I need to reflect on.

“I should probably say goodbye now,” he says. “I doubt you’ll get the same from Susanna at the moment, so this will be it. I doubt we’ll be back for a while, so I’ll also say good luck for the future. If you give it some thought, I’m sure you’ll do very well at whatever you choose. Maybe choose something that involves reading people though. Like law or psychology. You’ll go places.”

With that he turns to leave, and I’m not even given the chance to respond. Yuuko rushing past indicates that the others are getting up to leave and that she’s off after them with the inflated bill.

After what I assume is some quick goodbyes, Toru comes over to join me.

“I guess you stood your ground,” he says. “Father respects you and mother seemed quite upset. You managed to get to both of them.”

“I just said what I thought needed saying,” I respond. “I didn’t mean to cause such an upset.”

“I liked it,” Toru responds, and I give him a funny look. “It’s not easy do that to mother. She’s always so stoic, so it’s nice to see someone get some emotion out of her.

“I don’t get you or your father,” I say as I get up from the table. “You both seem happy with today’s mess. It really is starting to make me reconsider your sanity.”

“Whether he thinks we can fix things is another matter,” Toru replies. “I’m just happy to see an attempt is being made. Mother has a long way to go, but I’ve had a few good talks with father now. It looks like he’s ready to actually talk about his past, rather than paint some heroic picture of it.”

“If he can be as frank with you about it as he was with me, then I think that might go well,” I reply. “Although it might be difficult for him to tell you about his mistakes. He really does seem to regret them.”

“I suppose we’ll have to see about that,” Toru says. “There’s no way for me to know until it’s all out in the open.”

Honesty might be the best policy in this situation. I don’t know if that’s always the case, but when it comes to this family it seems that it might go a long way to fix the rift that has grown between them.

“Let’s get going. If you want to know what we talked about, then I’ll tell you,” I say. “I would rather have a break from these heavy discussions though. So maybe we can leave that to another day?”

“That’s alright with me,” he responds. “I think you should only deal with so much drama in a day. If you can help it.”

“I can definitely agree with that,” I say as we leave the Shanghai.

Toru’s parents have disappeared from sight, the same as last time, and I’m left wondering how they manage it. Maybe they’re parked down a side road and don’t actually have to walk that far?

We should probably get back to our studying,” I say. “The break was nice, but now I’m feeling guilty about it.”

“You can do that if you want to,” Toru says. “I’m done with that for now. I’ve studied and any more will just make me nervous. I’d rather focus on more calming things until I’m actually starting the exam.”

So, Toru’s one of those students then. I suppose I can sort of see how they do it. Standing around chatting about nonsense without a book in sight as they’re about to walk into an exam. I don;t think it could be me though. There’s always the possibility that I might remember one extra thing with a bit more preparation.

“Then I’ll have to wish you good luck with that,” I say. “I’m starting with a Maths exam tomorrow and the geometry section is always a nightmare. Kubo is definitely going to add something that will throw me, so I need to keep working at that.”

“Good luck with that,” Toru says. “I find using colours on the various lines makes it easier to pick things up in geometry.”

Toru suggesting something like that makes sense. An artist would see things better that way.

“I suppose I’ll give it a try,” I say, as we arrive back at school. “See you again, and good luck to you as well.”

Toru nods as he heads off towards whatever distraction he’s decided to focus on for the rest of the afternoon.


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Re: A New Home - Original Characters, Original Route

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Game Plan

The past week has been trying. As I expected. A week of exams is never going to be fun, but at least it wasn’t the final exams of the year. Those are definitely going to be worse.

Another positive was the lack of trouble during the week. No-one really seemed in the mood to cause problems while they’re busy dealing with the papers set in front of them each morning. It was a relief not being pulled away from my studies after class to deal with some misbehaving student.

With the final exam now complete, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief at the fact that I don’t think any of the questions that had been thrown at us had challenged me more than they were meant to. I’m confident that I’ll be pleased with the marks that I get back.

Rei had suggested that we do something to celebrate things on Sunday, but Giichi had vetoed it as he felt we should at least have one day to recover before throwing ourselves into whatever scheme Rei would cook up.

She begrudgingly accepted this as I think she was wanting to bill the committee for it, even if she didn’t need to. This meant that we would probably be doing something as a committee during the week, even if it wasn’t the day trip that Rei was aiming for.

With the exams over and the school vacation now right around the corner, we wouldn’t be seeing each other on a near daily basis for a short while.

It was a testament to how used to the flow of things I had gotten that this change would be something that I would notice.

I had been so focused on the present and making things work out for me and the others that I hadn’t really thought about how much of my life it had taken over.

It would be good to get back to my parents and friends so that we could properly catch up. The occasional phone call really wasn’t enough to cover everything I would have liked to talk about.

Even the upcoming hospital visit wasn’t going to cause me any problems when compared to all the positive things that would be accompanying it. Just one quick afternoon there, and then almost an entire week of holiday fun.


I wake up as early as usual for my morning check-in. I don’t know if it’s really necessary with the meds that I’m on, but I’m not going to stop unless Nurse tells me to.

There’s no sign of Chiharu as I get ready, but she usually tries to stay hidden away. Whether that means getting up very early or very late changes all the time. Cho and Nanami are up and preparing for the day ahead.

Nanami once again surprises me by being the one more suited to the pressure of exams. She handled it with ease, while Cho broke her usual calm demeanour by looking constantly frazzled throughout the week. She looks much better now, but there’s still the slight sign of bags under her eyes.

“Morning you two,” I say as I join them in the bathroom. “You almost recovered from all of that?”

“I managed to pull through,” Cho replies. “But the vacation can’t come soon enough. I really need that time to reset after everything we’ve been through.”

“She’s just looking for sympathy,” Nanami says with a laugh. “She’ll be all better long before the week is over.”

“Take as much time as you need,” I say. “You don’t want to crash because you went too far without a moment to breath.”

“Thank you for seeing things my way,” Cho replies. “Nanami will never understand what it’s like having an energy tank that isn’t limitless. The rest of us need to take it easy once in a while.”

“I’ll take you to see Eiko later,” Nanami says. “How about it? Will that replenish your energy?”

“It wouldn’t hurt,” Cho says with a small smile. “Would you like to come, Hatsumi?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to,” I say. “The committee is looking to do something, so I’ll have to check in with them first. I also think you could use the time to do your own thing. I like that you’re trying to include me, but you should have that place to yourselves every so often.”

“There you go,” Nanami says. “You don’t have to worry about anyone else. Just recovering.”

“If you say so,” Cho replies. “Now, let’s get going. I need some food before we face the day.

While I’ll be giving them the afternoon to themselves, I do decide to spend some time with them before then. Just because I don’t want to intrude on that doesn't mean I have to be a stranger now.

The time passes quickly and we’re soon in class. It’s a familiar scene, but one I haven’t had at Yamaku yet. Teachers are focused on marking our exams, so the leave us to do revision. That they think any such thing would happen is foolish. We’re done with doing any work that we aren’t forced to do for now, so the class is filled with soft chatter, or students reading.

Students even switch seats so that they can talk more easily, and Kubo doesn’t seem to mind.

Maybe he thinks we deserve the break?

This is how Cho and Nanami end up discussing what seems to be their vacation plans to my right. Since they seem so engrossed in it, as well as the fact that we don’t seem to share any similarities in our plans, I stay out of it and focus on reading. It’s nice to be able to get back into a book as I haven’t had much time to read these past two weeks.

The day carries on like this and the teachers all share the same approach as Kubo did. Sometimes I read, and sometimes I talk to other students until we reach the end of the school day.


I head over to the auxiliary building as I expect that a lot of what I’ll be doing today will be found there. My first stop will be with the Nurse so that I can have my check up and go over some of the details for my upcoming hospital visit.

I have to wait this time as I wasn’t able to get ahead of everyone else on my way over. The relaxed pace of the day has taken its toll on my usual hurriedness to get this visit over and done with.

After a short wait, a boy I don’t recognize leaves the office and Nurse invites me in.

“Afternoon, Hatsumi,” he says. “Looks like you made it through your exams without too much trouble. I hope you’re doing well.”

“I’d say nothing has changed,” I respond. “But it’s your job to confirm that.”

“I suppose so,” he says. “I don’t think we need to do any checks if you’re feeling fine. As far as I’m concerned, there’s no need to change anything until we see what the hospital visit has to say.”

“It’s all booked and confirmed then?” I ask. “I don’t want to miss it or waste any of my vacation with having to rebook anything.”

“Yes, everything will be ready for you when you get there,” he replies. “Next week Tuesday will give us a better look at what’s going on with you.”

That was good news. I’ll have some time to settle in as well as more time after the tests to spend with friends. I had been worried that I’d either be doing these tests as my first or last activity of the vacation and both of those would have been unpleasant.

“It will also be good to see your family and friends again,” Nurse says. “I know that it can be easy to forget about the outside world when you can find everything you need here, but reconnecting with them is important.”

He does bring up a good point. It had been a very sudden transfer and the time leading up to it had been rather emotional. It will be nice to see them all again now that things have calmed down. I think I’ve got a grip on the present, so I’ll be able to face all that better than just before I left.

“I think it will be a great time,” I say.

“You just have to make sure that they all understand your situation,” he warns me. “You’re not the same as you were back then. You need them all to know what you can’t do, what you can’t eat, and how to handle any problems. Hopefully they won’t be too affected, but I don’t need you harming yourself so as not to inconvenience others.”

“I know what needs to be done,” I say, somewhat defensively. “I’ve had plenty of time to practice here.”

“That may be,” he says. “But I find that people tend to slip into old habits when put into familiar situations and I hope that you’ll try to not follow that trend while you’re away.”

“I’ll try my best,” I say to Nurse. “I’ll be back here in good health before you know it.”

I’m just trying to reassure him as I really don’t think there’s anything to worry about. The meds are keeping me fine, and all I’ll really have to worry about is watching my diet. That might be a little challenging, but I’m sure my parents will be able to handle it.

“Good,” Nurse says. “As long as you’re aware of it, I’m sure there won’t be any troubles. Now, how about you get going. Everything seems fine and I’ll probably be seeing your results before I next see you.”

“I’m sure you’ll know what to do with them when you do,” I say as I get up. “I’ll see you after I get back then. Provided nothing happens before them.”

“That you will,” he says as he heads over to the door. “See you then.”


I head up the stairs towards the committee office to meet with the others. The room is out of the way, but it really is a nice place to hang out. Things are much quieter here and you get a very good view of the school. You can’t see the grounds from this angle from any of the club rooms back in the main building.

As expected, I’m not the first to arrive. Giichi has had time to make his way here now that the initial rush to get out of class is over. It looks as if he’s dusting down the large collection of books he has stored here.

“Good to see you again,” I call out as I enter the room.

He looks back at me and nods before turning back to his work.

“Need to keep these in good condition,” he says as he continues dusting off the books that are within easy reach.

Looking at him work, I see that his stuff doesn’t go any lower than where he is currently working. It’s another reminder of the issues he has to deal with.

“Want some help?” I ask. “I used to do this every so often back home.”

Giichi points to a drawer of to the side that is slightly open. “If you really want to, there’s another cloth in there. I’d be grateful if you could work on some of the higher books.”

I head over to the drawer before joining Giichi at the bookshelf.

“I’m glad to see someone else care for their books,” I say. “People often just leave them to accumulate dust.”

“It helps Toru,” Giichi says. “Though I’d still do it every so often if he wasn’t here.”

I suppose that keeping the place clean is important for that reason, and I guess the office wouldn’t see the same attention as the rest of the school. It might escape attention due to it’s location.

“You could let me do some of this more often,” I say. “We’re meant to share these kinds of duties.”

“It’s not necessary though,” he replies. “You help back at the classroom while I’m kept away from all of that. It’s only right that I carry the burden of cleaning somewhere else.”

Giichi’s words remind me of just how principled he is. Sure, there are moments where he ‘interprets’ the rules, but he doesn’t want any unfair treatment. If he can’t help out the others in the class with cleaning duties, then he’s going to find somewhere else where he can make up for it.

“You can still let us know when you need the help,” I say. “Sometimes things can get out of hand.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything as he continues his work. He really does take this seriously.


We’re almost finished with this bookshelf when the other two arrive. Giichi begins to pack his things away, which I take as a cue to do the same.

As we do so, Rei speaks up.

“Let’s go have some fun,” she says. “We’ll be going on vacation soon, so we need to celebrate the end of exams before we do. We might not have time if we leave it any later either. Students like to misbehave when they think the rules have been relaxed for the last few days of school.”

Rei’s prediction must be correct as Toru nods his head in agreement. It looks like we could have our work cut out for us in the near future. I suppose it’s a good warning that, unlike the rest of the school, our work isn’t over yet.

“I hope you aren’t expecting anything too crazy,” Giichi tells her. “We can go somewhere for lunch. Maybe somewhere else as well if you restrain yourself, but it’s not going to be over the top.”

“I get it,” Rei replies. “But I still want to get out of here and do something with the three of you. It’s really taken a backseat over the past few weeks. Nothing but work, work, and more work.”

I can appreciate Rei’s feelings, even if they do seem a bit extreme. Sure, it’s nice to hang out with the others, but there’s plenty of other things that we should be focusing on besides that.

“Then let’s get going,” Giichi says. “You’re responsible for figuring it all out though. You want to get out there so desperately, you can take charge of things.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Rei says smiling. “Let’s get going.”

She’s already spinning towards the door and the rest off us have to scramble to catch up with her.

We get out the door and, as Giichi turns back to lock it, I see that she has at least waited for us now that she’s in the hall.

“We’ll be going somewhere new,” she says, looking at me. “It’s a bit more modern than everything you’re used to.”

“Ah,” Toru says. “Good enough for me. The atmosphere is nice, and the company will be a bit closer to our own age.”

“It’s your choice,” Giichi says, resigning himself to his fate.

Apparently, I was going to have to wait to see the place that everyone else had already deduced from Rei’s barebones description as none of them seemed inclined to provide any more details about our destination.

We make our way out onto the school grounds and head off out towards the town. It’s apparently going to be quite the walk as we’re soon passing most of the places that I’ve been to while at Yamaku. Taking the bus might not have been out of place had we not already missed it.

We walk for a while, mostly taking in the town as I don’t think any of the others come this far either. Rei eventually leads us off the main road and we seem to have arrived at our destination.

“The Beijing?” I ask. “Any relation to the Shanghai?”

“Only that a lot of students seem to go to both,” Toru replies. “You could say they’re competitors in that respect. Everyone prefers one or the other.”

“The Beijing is my choice,” Rei says. “It’s the other two who always take us to the Shanghai. We can’t all share the same tastes though.”

The place looks quite modern, which immediately sets it apart from it’s rival. Heading inside, I see that the interior matches what I’ve already seen. It is much smaller though which means it probably doesn’t see the same amount of traffic.

It’s very quiet as the only customers seem to be other Yamaku students. To my surprise, some of the staff seem to be as well.
I look to Rei for clarification, and she seems to understand the silent question.

“It’s cheap, so students like to come here and, since they’re aiming for a younger client base, they don’t mind hiring students who need the money,” she explains. “There are always some in need of a few more Yen, so there are always students willing to get here straight after school to put a few hours in.”

That makes sense. I haven’t really thought about the money involved in all of this before, but it can’t be cheap to come to Yamaku. Insurance may help in some cases, but I’m sure it’s still expensive. There are probably many students who don’t have any money for themselves after everything else has been paid for.

Everyone I’ve dealt with so far seems to have been well enough off not to worry about their finances, but I guess it was silly of me to think it was the same for everyone. It’s probably going to be a weird thing to think about from now on as I’m not sure how I feel about the idea that some people might be not be able to really afford a comfortable life here.

I recognize our waiter as someone also in their third year, though I don’t know their name. He looks grumpy but seems to try and change his attitude when he realizes who we are.

“Welcome to the Beijing,” he says, with a bow that I’m confident is deeper than he would usually offer. “You can choose any open booth.”

He’s already pulling four menus out from behind the table he’s standing at as Rei heads towards a window seat. We follow and, as we all sit down, the boy lays out our menu’s.

“I’ll give you some time,” he says as he steps back and heads towards the kitchen.

“Thanks, Lezard,” Rei calls after him.

“It’s fun to see him like this,” Rei says. “He’s far more miserable when he doesn’t know that one of us is around.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“You need to maintain your marks and have a record of good behaviour if you want to have a job while at Yamaku,” Giichi says. “The teachers handle marks; we handle the behaviour.”

“So, he doesn’t want to have his job pulled out from under him?” I ask. “Would you really do that?”

“We can’t really,” Toru says quietly. “It would take actual violations of school policy to do that but, if it gets people to behave better, we’re not going to tell them otherwise. Wouldn’t you prefer a polite waiter if given the choice?”

I suppose that’s one way to look at it, even if it’s a bit deceitful. Then again, someone shouldn’t be in customer service if they aren’t going to try and be polite. Yuuko manages well enough even if she isn’t entirely cut out for it.

“I’m glad to see that we get a menu here at least,” I say. “No more guess work over what might be arriving at your table.”

“That is a bonus of this place,” Toru replies. “But I do think there’s less on offer here.”

“We’ll never know what we’re missing at the Shanghai though,” Rei says. “So, the smaller selection doesn’t really matter.”

We all take a moment to look through the menu before Lezard returns to take our order.

There’s the normal selection of sandwiches and cakes, but I decide to settle for a salad with chicken pieces to maintain my diet, while Rei and Giichi each order spring rolls. Toru completes the list with his order of sandwiches. There’s also the cups of coffee or tea that each of us orders.

He heads away again, promising to return as soon as the food is ready.

“Which side of the fence do you fall on then?” Rei asks me. “Are you with me or Toru?”

She seems to want to know which café I prefer and I’m afraid that I’ll have to disappoint her.

“We’ll have to see what they bring out to us,” I say. “But I think I prefer my own place. You might like it too once I get you there.”

“Wish I’d won you over,” Rei says with a sigh. “These two prefer the Shanghai. Thought I might be able to even the playing field.”

“The setting is better,” Giichi says. “Confirming that he’s with Toru. I also prefer not having to deal with other students when I’m out eating.”

I somewhat agree with him on that. It’s different when it’s an actual business that they’re working in. When it was the school festival it was all in the name of fun.

“I guess I can’t win them all,” Rei says before moving on to a new topic. “How will the three of you be spending your vacation?”

“I’ll be off to see my parents for the week,” Giichi says. “Even if they’re busy, they’d like to have me around outside of work hours.”

“Same with me,” Toru says. “Parents want to get some things done as a family.”

“That’s interesting,” Rei says, but she doesn’t press any further.

I’m happy to hear that they really are trying to give fixing things a go. Maybe he’ll come back with a whole new family dynamic. Or maybe there’ll only be small changes, either would be good.

“I haven’t really decided yet,” Rei says. “My parents don’t really mind what I do. Things are good between us and they’re not going to push me to come visit them if I don’t want to. What all of you are doing might change that.”

Rei looks at me and I guess I do have to share now. I’m the last one to go.

“I’ll be visiting my family,” I say. “And my friends, as well as a trip to the hospital.”

“You’ve got a busy time ahead of you then,” Rei says. “What hospital you going to?”

I think back to the conversations I’ve had about it as I try to remember the name.

“Juntendo University Hospital,” I say.

“Wow,” Giichi replies, with noticeable surprise. “The heavy hitters are dealing with your case. Don’t know if there’s a better Neurology department in Japan.”

I haven’t looked into it, so I’m even more surprised by Giichi’s statement.

“That’s not too far from you,” Rei says to Giichi. “Maybe you could plan something.”

I wonder in what sense Rei means this. You can travel a long way in Tokyo without much time passing. Is he on a train route or is he really that close?

“I suppose so,” he says, before turning to me. “We could meet up if you wanted. You could even come over for a while. We have the space.”

“If you do, then I want to be there as well,” Rei says. “I don’t want to miss out on the fun. You’ve got so much stuff to do in Minato Ward. I don’t want to miss out on that.”

Giichi lives there?

And he has the space to have us over?

I really must have underestimated what his father does. Everyone said he was a bigtime lawyer, but I didn’t realize they meant it quite like that.

“You sure you’d want to see us?” I ask. “Wouldn’t you like to get away from all of this for a little while?”

Giichi scowls at my question.

“Even if you think I don’t enjoy company,” he says. “You must know that I’m happy to spend time with everyone here. In fact, it will probably be rather boring without someone to bring some disruption to it all.”

“Then I’ll be coming over,” Rei says, with a massive smile. “You’ll definitely find that I’ll keep you guessing. You had better be a good host though. I don’t want to find that I’ll be left to my own devices once I get there.”

With Giichi and Rei getting together over the vacation, I’d have to look into my own plans more seriously. It would be nice to see them again well away from school, but I will have to check what else I’ll be doing before committing to anything.

“We’ll see how things go,” I say. “I might have other commitments to keep so I can’t promise you anything. If I have time, then I’ll see about coming over.”

“I suppose we can’t ask for more,” Rei says. “You do have plenty of catching up to do.”

“Yes,” Giichi agrees. “But let me know if you do want to meet with us and I’ll start planning something. I’m sure Rei will expect it.”

He stares her down and she puts on a mischievous smile.

“Of course, you’ll have to plan something if we’re all getting together. It’ll be even more special then,” she says.

“I can only imagine how this will go,” Toru says, looking at the three of us. “You can’t let them overwhelm you, Hatsumi. He can’t control Rei, so you’ll have to do my job.”

“Hey,” Rei exclaims. “I don’t know what you’re going on about, but I’m perfectly capable of controlling myself.”

Toru looks very bemused at this.

“Sure,” he says. “You wouldn’t try anything funny. Like ramming a boat out on the water.”

Giichi is suddenly very interested in this.

“Do tell,” he says.

“I get it,” Rei says, before Toru continues. “I’ll be on my best behaviour. There won’t be anything to report when you get back. I’ll be downright boring.”

I find this hard to believe. The looks on everyone else’s faces says the same thing. There is no scenario in which having Rei around could be boring.


When we’ve all finished our lunch, Giichi heads off to pay and I wonder what he intends to classify these expenses as.

When he returns, we head out onto the street and head off in a random direction. No-one is really taking the lead and none of us seems ready to head back to school yet.

“It’s strange how little of this place we really see,” Toru says. “Unless there’s something special, you don’t really have to go very far from Yamaku.

He has a point. Besides the places that I went to in the first week, I’ve hardly explored this town at all. It’s almost as if we naturally stick to the quiet areas close to the school grounds.

There are plenty of small shops that aren’t really clear on what they sell unless you look inside. It seems that they cater to the locals rather than trying to pull visitors in with flashy advertising.

It must be clear that I’m trying to figure out what’s in each of them as Toru speaks up.

“You probably won’t find much around here. It’s really not aimed at younger people. Even after all this time, Yamaku hasn’t really become a part of the town. It’s its own thing up on the hill.”

He does seem to be right about that with most of the shops. The clothing is definitely aimed at the older generation and the shops that sell household utensils and appliances aren’t going to be of any interest to someone still in school.

“There is some stuff that we can do,” Rei says. “Though, it is mostly food. Unless it was set up by someone related to the school. They seem to set things up that might interest us.”

That sounds a lot like Reiko. Is that a fairly common thing that students do here?

“How many students stick around once they’re done at Yamaku?” I ask. “I thought most of them would move on.”

“They do,” Giichi says. “But sometimes a business might start here when the family wants to be close by, or the parents move here when they get older. It really is an oversized retirement home.”

Many towns like this are, but it’s interesting that some people move here rather than staying wherever they were. It is a nice place, I suppose.

“And there are the ones who want to give back,” he continues. “Teachers, nurses, instructors, or anyone else that might go into a field where they help people might try to come back to Yamaku. Help others the way they were helped.”

Plenty of schools want to get support from their alumni. If what Giichi says is true, then Yamaku is lucky that it actually happens for them.

“Is that going to be any of you?” I ask.

“No,” Rei says. “I’ll be off on my next journey once this is done.”

That’s very final from her.

“I don’t think Giichi, or I are interested in that type of work,” Toru says. “We’d rather deal with problems more than people.”

Giichi nods in agreement.

“I could have guessed that,” I say. “I don’t think I’ll have enough time to really form a connection with the place either.”

Less than half a year really isn’t enough time for Yamaku to become an important part of my life. I’m pretty sure I’ll also remember the issues that brought me here, and the friends I’ve made more than the school.

“You are one of the special cases,” Rei agrees. “It always surprises me how few people transfer in considering the reasons you’d come here. Almost everyone is in it for the full three years.”

That is strange. Though I suppose that Yamaku probably isn’t the first thing on the list for people who’ve recently found themselves in the hospital. You’d probably only find it if it was something you’d been looking for, for some time. I must have been lucky that my doctor knew about it and that there was space for me to arrive so late in the year.

“Now, how about we celebrate that with some ice cream,” she continues, pointing towards the shop just down the road. “I’m sure that will help commemorate how unique you are.”

I’m once again impressed by Rei. Her leaps in logic, her drive to make outings fun, and her desire to get as much out of every situation as possible never seem to wane.

Giichi looks at the small sign next to the shop window as we approach before giving one of his trademark nods.

“You win, Rei,” he says. “Let’s get some ice cream.”

Rei quickly heads inside, followed by a smiling Toru.

Giichi stares at me with a serious look on his face.

“I wonder if she’ll ever run out of using the new girl card to get her way,” he says, before heading in himself.

It seems that Giichi’s soft side struggles to handle Rei. That he’s bringing it to my attention is funny. As if he somehow expects me to take over the seriousness from him when it comes to controlling what we do.

He’s going to be disappointed to learn that what he wants is never going to happen. As long as he keeps giving in, we get to have more fun. I’m perfectly happy with Rei using whatever excuse she needs in order to make that happen. She hasn’t pushed it too far yet, so I doubt that it will change anytime soon.

I head inside after them. It looks to be a local shop. Not one of the chains that you find all over the place, so it will be interesting to see what they have to offer.

The tubs sitting in the refrigerated display show a modest, but diverse set of flavours to choose from. There are the regular plain flavours to choose from, but also a few more adventurous ones as well. I’ll have to decide whether to go the plain root or try something like the red bean ice cream.

Everyone is deep in thought over what to choose. It is a serious matter.

In the end, Toru steps forward and chooses yuzu as well as chocolate. It’s an interesting combination. Giichi settles on lemon and strawberry, which is equally distinct.

I decide to stick with something very simple and choose to strawberry and chocolate.

When the three of us are done, we all turn to Rei in unison. We all expect something crazy but, even then, we weren’t ready for it.

“Lemon and wasabi,” she says.

?

Rei really likes to go for the strangest things. There’s no world in which that combination makes sense to me. Sure, either would have been fine with something else, but I wouldn’t want to have what she’s chosen sitting in front of me.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from you,” Toru says, while Giichi chooses to sit this one out.

“You’ve got to be adventurous,” Rei replies. “Just because it doesn’t make sense, doesn’t mean it won’t work out.”

I won’t be agreeing with her on this one.

“To each their own,” I say. “I’ll stick with ice cream that I know is good.”

“You’re the one who’s missing out,” she says, as she is handed her ice cream and Giichi, still not engaging in this insanity steps forward to pay.


We’re heading back the way that we came, now that we have our ice cream. It’s late enough that we would have to have turned back even if we hadn’t found the ice cream place.

I’m sure Rei wouldn’t mind us sharing our spoils, but she seems to know that she doesn’t hold any cards in this situation, so she doesn’t push for it.

Everything is much less busy than I’m used to. Shops tend to fill up later in the day as people finish work and are heading home. It’s another sign that this place operates on a different clock to the rest of the world. Kids and elders do things much earlier in the day.

“I suppose you could also get used to the lifestyle here,” Toru says.

He’s referring to the earlier conversation.

“It’s nowhere near as busy as most places its size,” he continues. “The community is probably pretty close too. If you like the small town feel in a town far bigger than it should be, then you’ll find a place here.”

“So, would you want to?” I ask. “You said differently earlier.”

“No, it’s definitely not for me,” he answers. “I might come back every so often, but I’d rather live somewhere else.”

“The occasional school re-union is the only thing that might bring me back,” Rei adds.

So, there is at least some sentimentality for Yamaku hidden away in Rei. Good to see that it’s not only about what comes next with her.

“You all need to stop focusing on these depressing thoughts,” Giichi says. “You’re not retiring yet. You’re not even out of school. Wait until you’re at least a little older before thinking about reunions and the like.”

It’s practical advice that seems to be very much needed in the current situation.

“You’ve got a holiday coming up and it sounds like everyone’s going to be very busy,” he continues. “Then you’ve got your finals to focus on. Once all of that is behind you, then you can maybe start wondering about whether or not to stay in this little town.”

“Good to know you’ve already got things planned for us when we come over,” Rei says, with an evil smile. “I can’t wait to see what you have ready for us.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Giichi says. “And you know it. Don’t try to twist my advice to suit your needs.”

He may be reprimanding her, but he seems to appreciate the way Rei can twist the things people say. It reminds me that her mind is just as sharp as his.

She just happens to focus it on different things.


We make it back to Yamaku at a decent enough time. It’s starting to get darker, but there are still plenty of students around. They’re making the most of the time they have.

“The rest of you won’t be coming with me for this trip,” Rei says to us as we stand in the courtyard. “I’m heading off to the track field.”

I’m certain that she intends to go further than that and is just omitting the incriminating evidence. The others seem to feel that way as well.

“Don’t stay out to long,” Toru says. “It may be fun, but that doesn’t mean that it’s safe.”

“I can only advise you not to break any school rules,” Giichi says. “But I’m sure you know what you’re doing.”

“I’ll be fine,” Rei says. “The evening light needs to be appreciated every once in a while. It’s only going to get darker earlier as the year goes on and it’s just not the same when you have to go in the afternoon.”

It’s obvious where she intents to go now, but the rest of us don’t try to stop her.

“See you again,” she says before she hurries off towards the track.

“I’ll be heading back to the office,” Giichi says. “There’s some more stuff that I want to get done there, and I’d like to get it done well before the end of the week.”

He really is very organised. Getting these things out of the way and leave time for any new duties that pop up.

“We’ve still got time to talk about meeting up, so you can still think about it for a while,” Giichi says. “And with Rei coming over, I’d really appreciate the assistance. She’s too much of a handful for one person to deal with.”

He’s almost pleading for help with that statement, so I suddenly feel that I really do need to make space in my calendar to save him from such a fate. Maybe I’ll get to see a bit more of what goes on in their lives as well while we’re away. It’s sure to be interesting.

Giichi says his goodbyes before heading off towards the auxiliary building. He fades away into the dying light the same way as Rei just did.

“Well, I haven’t got anywhere to be,” Toru says. “So, is there anything you still want to do?”

I can’t really think of anything.

“We could always go to the cafeteria,” I say. “I’m not really hungry, but it’s probably the best place to kill time right now.”

“Works for me,” Toru says, as he begins to walk in that direction.


Although I’ve had dinner here many times, it’s usually earlier in the day. There’s a rush period where everyone is trying to get something, and I’ve always tried to be there before that. The wait can stretch on if you’re late.

This time we’ve missed the rush. Although there are still signs of the chaos, it’s almost as quiet as if you were early. Only the plates that some of the students didn’t return indicate the chaos that we’ve missed.

Thanks to what was essentially a second lunch in town, neither of us is very hungry, so a small meal is enough to see us through the night.

Once we’re seated, I decide that I might as well try to get some more out of Toru than he’s volunteered so far. The others were a little surprised by his plans, but they aren’t as involved in his situation as I am.

“You really are giving it a go over the vacation then,” I say. “Good to see that things might be looking up for you and your family.”

“That may be the case,” Toru says with a smile. “It looks like a scolding from someone so much younger them has been a wake-up call for my parents. We’re heading to America for the week.”

“That will be fun,” I say. “I’ve never been, but I’d like to.”

“Yes, I enjoy it there too,” he says. “Though it’s definitely a holiday destination for me rather than somewhere to stay.”

“And what will you be doing there,” I ask. “Seeing anything famous?”

“I doubt that,” he says. “We’re definitely going there to deal with family issues. We’re staying in this city out in the middle of nowhere. Provo, Utah. It’s supposed to be very good for people with asthma.”

“That sounds like a good thing,” I say, genuinely happy about what seems to be progress. “They’re thinking about what will be best for you.”

“Yes, it really is refreshing,” he replies. “It was even mother who suggested it. Though, I can’t rule out the possibility that she’s just the one who brought the idea to me. I’ll have to see how things go for us once we’re there.”

“I think it will go great,” I say, encouragingly. “You’re already impressed by what’s happening and they’ve hardly had any time to work on things.”

“I suppose I should be just as hopeful as you,” Toru replies. “Now maybe we should get going. It’s getting rather late now.”

“Fair point,” I say, as the two of us head out of the cafeteria.

It's a quick walk in the fading light as we head towards our destinations.

“See you again,” I say as we reach the dorms.

“Good night,” he replies as we split off from each other.

On my own now, I make my way towards my room.

As I head up the stairs, I’m left to consider the day’s conversations as well as the plans for each of our vacations.

To me, it looks like Toru is going to have just as busy a vacation as the rest of us but, unlike any of us, I can definitely see plenty of good coming from it. I might find out some more about my condition, but the problems will still be there.

I don’t really see anything in the vacation that is that out of the ordinary for Rei and Gicchi.

It looks like Toru might to make some real progress towards solving the problems he’s been dealing with up until now. While I can hope that the rest of us can get just as much out of the time as he does, I think that Toru is going to benefit the most out of the upcoming break.


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I don’t really see anything in the vacation besides killing time and having fun for Rei and Gicchi.

Nothing about meeting her old friends?

Other than that just a few typos:

“You don’t want to crash because you went too far without a moment to breathe.”

Even after all this time, Yamaku hasen’t really become a part of the town.

Those Though? I suppose that Yamaku probably isn’t the first thing on the list

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As I’d expected, it had been a busy week. We’d been swamped with cases of misbehaving students, so I'd hardly had any time to myself. It was only on Saturday that I’d found the chance to begin packing for my trip.

It turned out to be more difficult than I’d thought it would be. Considering I was going home, I’d expected not to need much. That had turned out to be very wrong as I had looked at what I had at Yamaku and remembered what I’d left behind.

I’d brought most of the clothes I liked with me, and those left behind were in boxes that I didn’t really want to sort through. My bag got heavier and heavier as I had added more and more to it.

Would I need this many clothes?

Probably not.

Was I over packing?

Definitely.

That hadn’t stopped me as I'd wanted to have everything that I might need with me, even if it was just a week that I needed to make it through.

When it was time to go meet my parents on Sunday morning, I was very glad for the elevators in the building. While I was used to hauling myself up and down all those stairs, I had not been ready to do the same with my overpacked suitcase.

My parents weren’t at the door to meet me, but I hadn’t expected them to be. They weren’t there for a tour of the school and had been waiting for me in the carpark.

Our reunion had been a little muted as I’m sure that they hadn’t wanted to embarrass me in front of the other students that were being collected. We still hugged, but that was all before my suitcase had been thrown into the car and we were off out of the school.

The long drive had given us plenty of time to talk. There was some catching up, but it was mostly about what had happened and what was going to happen while I was with them. We would have time to talk about other things later, but it was important that we got all the health-related things out of the way first.

The long drive was followed by a restaurant supper as no-one was in the mood to cook on the first day I was back. This was really where we got into discussion about my time at Yamaku.

They simply couldn’t believe that I’d genuinely joined the Disciplinary Committee and apparently needed me to confirm it in person for them to accept it. This was followed by a long story about how exactly such a thing had happened.

It was quite entertaining to see them so amazed by the changes that I had gone through in my short term away.

They even concluded that Yamaku would have been good for me even without the health-related aspects of it. I had done more there in a month than in the two and a half years at my previous school.


I wake up just as early as I always do. I suppose I’ve been conditioned by my morning check-ins. It's a weird feeling not going through with it. There's no way the signal would reach back to Yamaku and they wouldn't be coming to help me even if it did.

The house is quiet, but that doesn’t mean much as we’ve never been a noisy family. No-one wants to be interrupted by talking, music, or even just the clatter of moving things around, so we’ve always been careful not to cause any disturbances.

Since I don’t want to waste any of my time in bed, I decide to get up and check whether I’m the only one awake.

A few moments to throw some new clothes on and I’m heading downstairs to check things out.

Heading past the sitting room and into the kitchen, I see that I am in fact the last one up. My parents are trying even harder than I am to make the most out of our time. That they still have to work means that we’ll have to settle for mornings and evenings together.

It’s unfortunate that they can’t take off work, but I get it. They have other responsibilities that they can’t get out of no matter how much they might want to.

“I’m just getting breakfast ready,” Dad says. “It’s not the fanciest thing, and I’m definitely not used to eating like this, but I hope that it’s good enough for now.”

“I looks great,” I say as I look at the various vegetable sides that will go with the miso soup he’s making. “I’m sure it will be much better than what I’ve been having.”

It’s a light-hearted complement that’s really meant to put him at ease. The chefs at Yamaku are good at their job and it’s difficult to improve or ruin a simple breakfast like this.

It will be just as good as what they make, but I doubt I’ll remember it in a few days.

“Perhaps we should join you on this diet,” he replies. “It does look very healthy. I might even loose some of this weight if I switch things up. Age really does a number on how your body handles food.”

“I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt,” Mom says. “But I don’t think you should worry about it that much. It’s healthier, but weight isn’t a problem for you.”

I have to agree with her, neither of them is out of shape so it might just be that the things I’ve been going through have been weighing on their minds. I’m sure no parent wants to be in the situation where their daughter’s health is more fragile than their own.

“Trust me,” I say. “What you eat is healthy enough. Carbs aren’t the enemy. Unless you’ve got epilepsy.”

I notice my parents freeze. Maybe that was a bit blunt. I might have to rethink how I approach these things now that I’m not at Yamaku.”

“As long as it’s in moderation, you can eat almost anything you want,” I continue, quickly. “With enough vitamin pills, I’m sure you could survive on a diet of sweets and soda.”

That gets a laugh out of the two of them and moves the conversation along from the awkward situation I had created.

“You’re up early,” Mom says. “It’s really a surprise to see you dressed before we had to come look for you. It’s as if your entire sleep schedule has changed.”

“I think I prefer the new way of doing things,” I reply. “Waking up early and going to bed early suit me much better. It’s great getting things done before you have to deal with the rest of the day.”

“So responsible,” Dad interjects. “You’re turning into quite the goal orientated young woman. I’m sure the job market can’t wait to get a hold of someone so organized.”

I’m happy about the compliment, but I hope that work is a long way off.

“Finishing school and heading off to university comes first,” I say. “Let’s stay well away from job hunting for now.”

“Yes,” Mom agrees. “You shouldn’t rush to enter the workforce. Enjoy the freedom while you can. I wish we had the opportunity to spend it with you.”

“Don’t blame yourself about work,” I say. “I’ve got a bit of experience with it now that I’m a part of the Council. Sometimes personal things just have to take a back seat.”

“Incredible,” Dad says, shaking his head. “We need more schools like Yamaku. Who knows where we’d be if everyone could see things that way.”

As he puts, the finishing touches on breakfast, Mom and I transfer the various plates to the dining table. It’s strange how this can be so similar to eating at Yamaku. The set up is pretty much the same, but the environment and company is completely different.

“I hope you enjoy the meal,” he says as he joins us, and we all begin to dish.

“So, how has it been since you got there,” Mom asks. “All the brochures and your reassurances over the phone are one thing, but what’s it actually like.”

“It’s exactly what it claims to be,” I reply. “If anything, it’s better. You wouldn’t believe how friendly everyone is and how much support is on offer. You feel at home almost immediately.”

“That’s wonderful,” she says. “I was worried about what it would be like going to a new school so late in the year. There are all these horror stories about what can happen.”

I know what she means. It’s unfortunate that transfers can often struggle to fit in with the old students.

“There was none of that,” I reassure her. “I met a lot of my new friends in the first week. Some on the first day.”

“Well, maybe you should keep that detail to yourself when you meet up with some of your old friends,” Dad says jokingly. “You don’t want them to know how quickly you replaced them.”

“I won’t,” I say. “Even though it’s nothing like that. No-one has replaced anyone.”

“So, will you be seeing Ritsuko today then,” Dad says. “You’ll have to entertain yourself during the day, and I’m sure the two of you have plenty to catch up on. Did you stay in contact while you were gone?”

“Not really,” I admit. “I’ve never really got the hang of chatting to someone over the phone. It’s not really the same.”

“Old school,” he says. “I can understand how you feel. There’s something missing.”

“Exactly,” I reply. “We tried to talk a bit in the beginning, but it just didn’t flow, so we kind of left it there. I said I’d see her when I came back, so that’s hopefully what I’ll be doing today. Could she come over if she’s free?”

“Why not,” Mom says as Dad nods. “You’ll have the house to yourself, so you can talk as much as you want. You could also go out if sitting around here gets boring.”

“Thanks,” I reply. “I’ll call her as soon as you two leave for work.”

“I’m sure it will be good for the two of you to catch up after so much time apart,” Dad says. “The two of you were practically inseparable.”

We did spend a lot of time together. I don’t think it was anything weird though. We were in the same class most of the time and we had lived a few minutes’ walk from each other our entire lives. Once we became friends, it would have been weird not to see each other all the time.

“Do you have any idea how she’s been doing?” I ask. “Anything she might not have said over the phone?”

“I can’t say,” Dad replies. “And even if I could, the two of you should sort it out. I did see her a few times and she looked okay. Although it was strange without you by her side.”

I do hope that's the case. We did have other friends and I hope they were there for her just as much as people were there for me. She may not have been the one with the medical condition, but I did feel bad about leaving her behind. Even if it was only temporary, we were best friends and I just suddenly disappeared.


When we finish eating, I help Mom clear the table while Dad takes his turn to go get ready for work. We quickly wash up before Mom goes to gather her things before the two of them set off together.

I see them out the door and watched as they head down the road towards the subway. There's no need to use the car for trips to work.

After they disappear from sight, I go back inside and look around the empty house. I hadn’t had the chance to take it in silently as Dad and Mom had been all over me yesterday. As if I might disappear if they left me alone. I’m glad they had calmed down this morning.

I might as well check to see what Ritsuko is doing straight away as it would be better to get things moving than to sit around staring at an empty house.

I grab the phone and punch in her number from memory. This was how it had always been when we wanted to call each other when we were young.
I wait for a few rings to go by before someone answers the phone.

“Hatsumi!” Ritsuko calls out over the phone. “I was waiting for you to call. I guess your parents are gone now?”

“Morning, Ritsuko,” I reply. “They’re gone. You want to come over and catch up?”

“Of course I do!” she replies. “There’s plenty to talk about, and we'll need to make up for the lost time.”

“You need a little time or are you heading over straight away?” I ask.

“I just need a few seconds to get everything together,” she says. “You really think I wouldn’t be ready to come over as soon as you called? I thought you knew me better.”

It’s great to hear how happy she is and that there doesn’t seem to be anything holding her back is a relief. Looks like I was worried for nothing.

“Then I’ll see you as soon as you get here,” I reply.

“See you,” she responds, before hanging up.

She's definitely in a rush to get here.

It really is only a few minutes before the bell rings. She must have been waiting for my call. Now I feel bad again, about keeping her waiting while I ate breakfast.

I head over to the door and pull it open before I’m subjected to a very Nanami-esque greeting. There’s hardly any time to look at Ritsuko before she grabs me in a tight hug.

“I’m glad you’re back,” she says softly.

It immediately takes me back to the afternoon I got my diagnosis. She was there for me then and she sounded just the same as she tried to understand what was going on.

We never really went over that properly. It was all swept away in my own preparations.

“It’s good to be back,” I say as I return the hug. “I missed you.”

We stand there for some time. Much longer than I thought we would, but it feels right. Talking can wait as being back together is a good enough place to start.

When we do finally step away from each other, I can finally get a better look at Ritsuko than just the side of her head and shoulder.

She’s pretty much the same person I remember from before. I shouldn’t really expect any changes, but I’m sure that she’ll see some in me.

I do notice that she is dressed up a bit which hints at the possibility that we will be going out at some point. Maybe we’ll get to visit some of our old favourites again.

While I’m sure she has questions for me, I want to get a few in before we turn to what I’ve been doing.

“How have things been since I left?” I ask. “You still keeping things together with your schoolwork?”

“I might not get the marks you do,” she replies. “But I’m still doing well.”

With our exams still on my mind, it’s good to hear that she’s handling them well.

“I don’t have you distracting me,” she continues jokingly. “So, I might even be improving slightly.”

It was true that we liked to sit near each other if possible. While we may not have caused any disturbances, that didn’t mean that we were always paying attention to what the teachers were doing.

“And how are the others doing?” I ask. “I’ve talked to them even less than you.”

It was unfortunate how quickly everyone seemed to drop out of my life as soon as I left. It hadn’t really surprised me though as I’d seen it happen before. When someone went to a different middle or high school to the rest of us, they sort of just faded out of our lives.

It’s sad that things happen that way but, when someone’s not around and involved, they tend to slip out of your mind before too long.

“Nothing has really changed,” she admits. “Most of the class were nice to us, but they moved on quickly. It took a bit more time for Hana and Aimi to move on though.”

The other two of our friend group. They were like Ritsuko and I, so at least they had each other still.

That was part of the reason I let them be. We worked as pairs. With me gone it didn’t really feel the same.

“So, the three of you are still doing well?” I ask.

I really want to know that it hasn’t gone the same way for her.

“Yes,” she replies. “We had to adapt, but it’s worked out well. Class is obviously quieter without you, but we get up to the usual stuff outside of that.”

“Maybe we can meet up?” I ask, hopefully. “Get the old group back together.”

“Afraid not,” she replies. “There both away for the vacation, so there’s no way we can make that happen.”

“It was worth a try, I guess,” I say.

“Now how about you stop quizzing me,” she says, trying to look annoyed. “You’re the one who’s had all the changes and I want to know all about it. Forget about my boring life.”

“Where should I start,” I say. “There’s a lot of things that happened and I don’t think I’ll be able to go through it all.”

Ritsuko looks me up and down before she says anything.

“You look fine,” she begins. “Great, in fact. So, what’s it like going to a school like that. A school for disabled people?”

I expected that we might start there.

“Don’t forget that I am still one of them,” I say. “Disabled. And I don’t think that will change any time soon.”

I can see that what I’ve just said has startled Ritsuko. I suppose it would. Maybe she’s going through something similar to what happened to me when I arrived at Yamaku. I just don’t seem like them to her.

“But I got used to it very quicky,” I say before she can respond. “Everyone is pretty normal there. Well… not normal, but it’s not the disabilities that cause that.”

She gives me a funny look.

“Our group wasn’t exactly normal. Was it?” I ask her.

“I suppose your right,” she admits. “Though I just can’t imagine what it’s like.”

“Mostly like any other school,” I reply. “You’d struggle to point out why most people were there. Someone being deaf, blind, or sick isn’t noticeable until you interact with them.”

“So, you got used to the new students quick enough,” she says. “But what is dorm life like? No-one around here does that.”

“I didn’t struggle too much with it,” I say. “When your parents are away most of the time and there’s still a cafeteria to cook for you, it’s not that big a change. Someone even cleans my room every week.”

“You’re lucky,” she replies with a hint of jealousy. “I still have to clean my room and if I don’t like what’s been cooked, I have to have it anyway.”

“It’s a big change having to look after yourself though,” I say. “They may provide everything for you, but you still have to go looking for it. No-ones going to bring you food or wake you up in the morning. Independence is very much encouraged.”

“Do you think that’s to make up for what happened?” She asks. “Give some control back to you when you’ve just lost so much. I don’t think I can understand how you can go through so much and come out of it alright.”

“I’m sure that’s part of it,” I say. “But I wish you could see some of them, I almost felt stupid thinking I had it hard when I saw what they’d been through. You pull yourself out of it very quickly when everyone else is doing their best.”

“It sounds like you’ve found a lot of role models,” Ritsuko says. “I’ll admit that I would like to see some of the people who’ve had such an impact on you. It sounds like you’ve really found something to push you forward. Is that how you joined that committee?”

“Ah. The Disciplinary Committee,” I say. “They are an interesting lot.”

“I couldn’t believe that you did that,” she replies. “You didn’t want anything to do with official societies when you were with us. How did you make such a drastic change.”

“I’ll admit that I was lost,” I say. “I was looking around for someone to give me some idea of what to do and it was there that I found it. A whole lot of frantic work and a heart-to-heart conversation and I was hooked.”

“Oh,” she says with curiosity. “A heart-to-heart? What does that mean?”

“Clearly not what you’re thinking,” I reply. “There was a girl in the Disciplinary Committee who seemed to get what I was going through. She also likes a lot of the things I like.”

I feel like I'm having to go on the defensive now. Ritsuko has misinterpreted what I meant and now I have to explain Rei to her.

“She’s someone who has a way of getting what she wants,” I say. “Once she made a connection with me, I don’t think I would have gotten away even if I wanted to.”

“I suppose that’s not as interesting,” she replies. “Though I’d like to get my hands on her. It sounds like she’s a bit of a bully.”

I suppose Rei’s behaviour could be seen that way, but I don’t think there’s ever been an ounce of cruelty or mean-spiritedness behind anything she’s done.

“Maybe you can,” I say. “She’ll be in Tokyo tomorrow and I’ll have to see if she wants to visit. Maybe she’ll take to you. Knowing someone on the committee seems to speed up your acceptance as a friend.”

“That will be handy,” Ritsuko replies. “Though she really doesn’t seem to be your typical friend.”

“Please put any ideas of normalcy out of your mind when it comes to Rei,” I say. “Just go with it.”

“Enough about her then,” Ritsuko says, apparently wanting to move on to a more pressing topic. “I know it’s not really your thing, but what about the boys on the committee? There must be a few.”

She’s right that this isn’t my thing. It’s a topic amongst our friend group that I’ve always had the least interest in. I just don’t see the appeal of looking for romance all over the place.

“Of course there are boys on the Committee,” I reply. “And I haven’t changed that much since I left. Nothing has happened.”

“You’ve still got some growing up to do,” Ritsuko says teasingly. “Maybe you haven’t changed as much as I though you had. You have to at least tell me about them though. What are they like? How do you see them?”

I guess I can’t escape this conversation. Might as well get through it then. I’m not sure they’d appeal to Ritsuko anyway.

“There’s the chairman,” I say. “Giichi. About as obsessed with the rules as it’s possible to be. He’s even willing to fight the school over them. He usually wins too. His father is big in the legal world so that’s where he gets it from.”

“He sounds scary,” she agrees. “Is he fun though?”

“I honestly can’t say,” I respond. “I’ve never actually seen him get involved in anything we do. He just watches and listens. He’s also very difficult to read.”

“Not a fan of that,” she says. “Though, if he’s as serious as you say, he sounds like a good boss even if he’s not the greatest friend.”

“I think he’s been a good enough friend,” I say defensively.

Giichi may be hard to handle and it’s possible that most people who deal with him don’t even like him because of the way he behaves, but I grown used to his blunt manner and apparent disinterest in things around him.

“You haven’t done a good job of describing him then,” Ritsuko replies. “Anyone else?”

I take a moment to ponder this. How to paint Toru in a better light than I have Giichi?

“Toru is a foreigner,” I say. “Though he’s lived here long enough to have perfect Japanese. He’s something of a genius when it comes to language.”

“So, what does he look like?” she asks.

“That is rather funny,” I say as I stand up while Ritsuko watches me with a puzzled look.

“He’s about this tall,” I say as I hold my hand above my head. “And he’s well-built to match it.”

“Impossible,” she says as she stares at me. “Has he at least been held back a few years?”

“Not as far as I know,” I rely. “He’s just a massive first year.”

Ritsuko manages not to say anything about that.

“I think we should leave your schoolmates alone now,” she does finally say. “I can see why disabilities aren't at the forefront of your mind. It sounds insane.”

“That it does,” I reply. “I’m certain I’ll have plenty of unbelievable stories to tell for the rest of my life, just by spending a few months at Yamaku.”

“At least you won’t be bored there,” she agrees. “Maybe we should get out of the house now? I’m sure we could chat here all day, but maybe we can go do something as well?”

“That sounds like a great idea,” I reply. “Though maybe you should take the lead. Don’t want to risk getting lost because I’ve forgotten where everything is.”

“I’m sure you would,” she says in an equally joking manner, as she gets up and slowly heads towards the door. “Now go get whatever you need together. I’ll be waiting right here.”


After I gather a few things, we head out onto the street and begin walking along between the rows of houses. It’s familiar, but also strange to be here. There were plenty of streets like this around Yamaku, but all of this just feels so much more modern.

I was used to the old population, but now I see that the town was just as old as the people living in it. It was also a lot quieter.

“You might like to come visit,” I say. “There are plenty of little shops hidden away that you just happen to stumble upon. It’s not that busy either. Everything seems to move at a slower pace.”

“You’re beginning to sound like my grandparents,” Ritsuko replies.” Please don’t start complaining about how busy everything has become nowadays. You’re supposed to be one of us.”

“Stop trying to act like we’re so different,” I say. “You just have to be given the chance to appreciate a slower town and you’ll soon see that it can be just as interesting as anything around here. It’s just different.”

“Well, now that you’re back in the ‘big city’, where do you want to go?” She replies. “I’m sure you want to return to one of the classic chains that we always used to visit. How about Saizeriya?”

“Really?” I say. “You just want to go there because of the free drinks, not the food.”

“Fair enough,” she admits. “But you didn’t used to be that against it. What changed?”

“My new, medically required, diet keeps me well away from all that stuff,” I reply. “No carbs for me. Which in this case, will save me from what I’m certain is a very unhealthy meal.”

“You’re on a diet,” she says. “That sounds unpleasant. Though it must be working for you. You look great.”

“Thanks,” I reply.

“That does make things a bit harder though,” Ritsuko says while staring off into the sky. “Everywhere serves plenty of rice, noodles, or carb heavy dishes. Where could we go?”

“How about Ootoya?” I suggest. “They’ve definitely got some good stuff.”

“I suppose so,” she agrees. “But it’s a bit traditional. Don’t you think? You won’t find anything there that’s out of the ordinary.”

“You can pick and choose exactly what you want though,” I reply. “They’ve got the usual set menu which I’m sure will have something you like.”

“That will work then,” she says as we set off again with our destination now decided.

More shops begin to appear as we close in on our destination. We pass Saizeriya and I’m reminded of the tirade mom went on when she had wine there for the first time. She managed to keep it together in the restaurant, but the trip home was very colourful. I don’t really know what she expected with the wine just as cheap as any soda.

We finally arrive at the familiar store front of Ootoya and I can’t help but compare it to the Shanghai. It’s definitely not the same, but the atmosphere is. It’s got an older feel to it that matches the style of food it serves. At least you will get a menu here that even shows you what the food you’re ordering looks like.

We head into the restaurant and see that it is as I would expect. There are fewer students than many of the other places we could have gone, but they would prefer to go somewhere more adventurous.

Once we’ve found out seats and begin to look at the menu, I’m glad to see that it will be very easy to get something nice to eat.

The set lunch is easily customized and has plenty of variety. I have my choice of grilled fish, miso, and an Onsen Tamago. I also decide to swap out the rice for mini edamame.

Ritsuko decided to have a Tonkotsu cutlet with curry rice, a vegetable dressing, and Ponzu and grated radish. It’s definitely something I would have chosen in the past, but I’m still very happy with what I’ve got.

I fall into the habit of ordering a tea to go with it while Ritsuko reminds me that other drinks do exist as she orders a soda.

“Healthy living suits you,” she comments as she looks around. "It’s almost as if you belong in here. I definitely don’t fit as well.”

“It’s simply about the confidence you put out,” I said. “It’s amazing what you can get away with if you just act like you belong.”

“That must be a tip from your committee friends,” she responds. “I don’t think I could just do that without showing off some sign that I’m in over my head. Politely deferring to others always seems safer when you’re in a new situation.”

“It is easier,” I agree. “But being thrown into an entirely new environment where everyone was pushing me to do more quickly changes that. You could say that everyone at Yamaku puts the individual first. You kind of have to when treating everyone the same could get someone killed.”

“That’s great and all,” Ritsuko says. “But how will that help you once you’ve left school. It’s not often that individuality and ‘selfishness’ get you rewarded.”

I understand that she’s exaggerating my behaviour, but I can see where she’s coming from as well. Those that stick out tend to be hammered down. Since everyone at Yamaku sticks out, you sort of end up not sticking out at all.

“I don’t think I’m ready to discuss plans for the future,” I admit. “Right now, getting through the year with good marks, a healthy body, and my sanity is more important. Tomorrow’s hospital visit will help with that.”

“I thought they’d figured out what your problem was though,” she replies. “Why do you need more tests?”

“Because it got worse,” I say. “You were lucky that you haven’t seen me have a full-on seizure. I was on the floor, jerking around like you’ve seen in the movies.”

“Oh my god!” Ritsuko says. “Could that happen any time? Are you safe right now?”

“You don’t have to worry about anything,” I reply. “They’ve got me on some of the strongest medication they have. It kills any chance of a seizure. Though they do want to get me off of it as soon as it’s safe to do so.”

“But can’t you stay on it if it’s working?” She asks. “Why would you want to risk more seizures?”

“My evenings are a right off once I’ve taken them,” I reply. “And prolonged use can apparently cause serious harm. I haven’t looked into it, but I trust that the doctors know what they’re doing.”

“I’d be in the library looking for answers,” Ritsuko admits. “I’d want to know everything about it since doctors never share enough information.”

Our food arrives at that moment, so we have to pause as our orders are laid out on the table. It looks very impressive despite the reasonable price. That’s what neat plating and a careful choice of available options gets you.

As we begin eating, I carry on where we left off.

“Maybe you don’t know everything,” I say. “But you’ll always end up at the wrong answer if you go looking for it yourself. I’m sure I could diagnose everyone a Yamaku with cancer if I looked in the right places.”

“That’s why we need them,” Ritsuko concedes. “Years of medical training does beat out an afternoon in the library.”

“Yes,” I reply. “And they’ll hopefully be using all of that training to try and see what needs fixing tomorrow. I’ll be spending the afternoon jumping from machine to machine.”

“I assume your parents are going with you?” she asks, and I scowl.

“Unfortunately not,” I reply. “They couldn’t get the day off, but Mom can leave work early tomorrow, so she can be there when I’m done with the tests. I may not be an adult yet but, unless it’s to discuss results or for surgery, they aren’t required to be there.”

“That isn’t be right,” Ritsuko says. “You shouldn’t be doing any of that without someone to support you.”

“That would be nice,” I agree. “But I’d be alone for most of it anyway. Visitors won’t be allowed past the waiting rooms.”

“I still think it wouldn’t be right,” she continues. “And I’m not going to let you go alone.”

“You don’t need to do that,” I quickly protest. “It will be very boring for you.”

“And we’ll make up for that by doing something afterwards,” she counters. “They won’t be discussing anything with you straight away, will they?”

“No,” I admit. “We probably won’t know anything this week.”

“Then there’s no reason for us not to got through with my plan,” she concludes. “You’ll be able to tell your mom not to worry about tomorrow.”

Ritsuko seems very pleased by the solution she’s found, and it’s difficult for me to argue with it. There isn’t any reason for mom to come through except to give me some support and I’m sure even she’d suggest that it would be better this way.

“Then I guess we’ll be going with your idea,” I say. “I’ll have to see if we can work it all out.”

“I’m sure you can,” she replies with confidence. “What do you think we should do.”

“I’ll have to check with them this evening,” I say. “But Giichi and Rei are together and suggested we meet up since they’d be in the area.”

“That could be interesting,” Ritsuko says as she leans forward. “I do want to meet these people who’ve done so much for you and see what goes on inside their heads. That they’re together makes it even more interesting.”

“Not like that,” I reply. “They’re going to be together for the vacation. Rei convinced Giichi into being a gracious host for the rest of us if and when he was needed.”

“If that’s all it is, then maybe he’s better at expressing things through his actions than with words,” she says.

That could be it, but I really do think Ritsuko likes to read into these things far too much. I’ve always got the feeling that Giichi enjoys seeing what we can get up to and that he’s more than willing to enable our adventure seeking habits. He may be reserved and care about the rules a bit more than the rest of us, but he’ll go alone with our ideas just to see where it goes.

“I must warn you though,” I say. “He’s the least likely to want someone he doesn’t know around. Rei is usually quite restrained about making new friends as well. You might get to meet them, but don’t expect a warm welcome when you do.”

“If you managed it, I’m sure we can work something out,” she replies. “They like you and they won’t treat a good friend of yours badly. I’m sure we’ll hit it off great.”

If only I could have the same level of confidence as her. I’m sure they won’t be hostile, but a stranger is still a stranger to them, even if she is my friend.

I can only hope for the best as I don’t really want to go alone tomorrow and I’ve sort of promised to check in with the other two, so there isn’t any real way to avoid this get-together.

“Maybe we should get going then,” I say. “I’ve got to try and get tomorrow to work out as well as possible.”

“Fine,” Ritsuko says. “Though I really do think that you’re overexaggerating things. I can’t think of anyone who would cause problems in a situation like this.”

“That may be true,” I agree. “But I need to let them know what’s happening and give them enough time to change any plans if they need to. I don’t usually get to know what we’re going to be doing so I have to let them know in case an extra person ruins everything.”

“I suppose that is fair,” she says. “Plans do need to be given time to adapt. Though from the sounds of things, throwing a wrench in the works is just something that would suit your little committee.”

I don’t need her turning into another Rei. Just one of them is enough for me to try and deal with.

“How about you try to be on your best behaviour and I’m sure they’ll do the same,” I suggest. “I’m certain you don’t want to cause any trouble when you’re dealing with people who are happy to intimidate teachers to get their way.”

“But they’re on the Disciplinary Committee?” she says with a bit of hesitation. “They’re not delinquents.”

I look at her for a moment.

“Behave,” is all I say in response.


“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Ritsuko says as we stand outside my front door. “Around 11?”

“That should give us enough time to get there,” I confirm. “Make sure you bring something to entertain yourself. You’ll be doing a lot of waiting between my tests.”

“I’ll figure something out,” she replies. “Maybe I’ll bring some of the schoolwork I need to do over the vacation. Getting it out of the way will be good.”

“If only I could do the same,” I say. “I don’t think there’s any space for doing homework in those machines.”

“I’d say not,” Ritsuko agrees. “We’ll just have to see about doing that later. Maybe compare how different your new schools teaching is from ours?”
“The materials are the same,” I reply. “It’s the teachers that are special.”

With our conversation finally tapering off, Ritsuko turns to head off towards her own home.

“You better not keep me waiting,” she calls back as she leaves.

“I won’t,” I reply before turning to head inside.

Once I’ve closed the door, I’m left standing in the same quiet house as this morning. My parents have still got a while before they get back from work, so I have some time to mull things over on my own.

It was fun getting back together with Ritsuko. There was plenty to fill each other in on, but the meaningless chatter that went on between it all was just as good.

I’d almost forgotten what it was like to have someone around who knows you so well.

It’ll be great to have her there tomorrow. While I have been putting on a brave face, the idea of going to hospital alone had been scaring me. I understand why things had panned out that way, but reason doesn’t really help in situations like this.

I wonder when the best time to call Giichi would be. If Rei will actually show up is another thing. She seemed excited by the whole thing, but that could easily have changed since we last saw each other.

I decide that it’s probably best to leave it for a while. Not so late that I might be interrupting dinner, but I don’t want to call him while he’s busy since he’s probably got things to catch up on as well.

Settling down to at least get my own schoolwork in order seems to be the best option for now. I have a rough idea of what it is, but actually giving it some attention will help me plan how best to deal with it over the next week.

It’s always annoying to have to make time for these things when all you want to focus on is the holiday and it’s even worse now that I’ll be back off to Yamaku after only a week.

Once I’ve made it back up to my room and start to lay out the various assignments, I see that it really shouldn’t require too much effort. Leaving it to the last day would obviously cause chaos, so decide to get to working through it in small chunks.

I’m busy doing this when I finally hear the front door opening and Dad calling out to greet me.


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So we finally get to (re-)meet 'the Friend'.
A lot less drama than I expected, but that's a good thing :-)
Just a few comments:

It is a weird feeling not going through with it as, even if I had the pager with me, there’s no way it would have gone through.

This sentence seems a bit strange.

, and we all begin to dish.

I've never seen this used as a verb before...

“Thank?,” I reply.

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Scanning

“We really are sorry that we can’t go with you,” Dad says to me as he’s getting ready to leave. “I’m sure you’d appreciate the company.”

“And are you really sure that you don’t want me to come pick you up?” Mom adds.

“I’ll be fine,” I reply. “With Ritsuko coming with and Rei and Giichi meeting us later, I’ll have more than enough people there for me.”

“Well, it’s good that you’ve got so many friends to rely on,” Dad replies. “At least we can be sure that you’ll have people to turn to if you need help.”

That they seem to be happy with my friends is a great thing. I don’t want to worry them and that they have apparently decided that all of them are responsible enough for me to rely on means that they don’t have to be distracted over what might be happening to me.

“And make sure that you don’t eat anything you shouldn’t,” Mom says, showing that she is still a bit worried. “You might be hungry, but you know the list of things you shouldn’t eat until after they’re done with you.”

“I know that, Mom.” I reply. “I’m not going to risk having to go through all of this again just so that I can have a snack.”

I don’t really have those things anymore anyway. Chocolate, soda, and energy drinks can all mess with the results they get, so you’re not meant to have any of them leading up to it. I’m sure that’s meant for people who don’t have a diagnosed condition as I’ve been staying away from most of those anyway.

“And you must wash your hair,” she continues. “Without any product. Okay?”

“Yes, Mom,” I reply with a slightly exasperated tone. “I know everything that I need to do and I’m not going to mess it up. I’ve had to deal with plenty of things like this already.”

“Fine, Fine,” she says. “I just want everything to go well.”

“I’m sure it will,” Dad cuts in. “She knows what she’s doing and everything at Yamaku was probably much more trying than this. Right?”

“Exactly,” I reply. “If I can handle a lifestyle change, I can handle these tests.”

“If you say so,” Mom replies.

I guess there’s no way to stop her from worrying. No matter how safe I am, she’s still going to act like a mother.

“Mom,” I say, looking at her seriously. “Nothing’s going to happen. They aren’t cutting me open, and they aren’t filling me with drugs. It’s just a machine that scans me to see what’s going on. There’s nothing that can go wrong with it.”

“As long as you’re not scared, then I guess it will be alright,” she says with a tight smile. “I just don’t like the idea of hospitals. It’s never a good thing when you have to go there.”

“That’s not true,” Dad says with a smile. “You went there to have Hatsumi and she’s definitely not a bad thing.”

There’s a drawn out pause as she looks at him.

“Fair point,” she admits. “But don’t try and get me on a technicality. That is nothing like this.”

“You should just get going,” I say. “I’ve been to the nurse’s office plenty of times now, and this is just the same thing on a more professional level. Do they have more expensive equipment? Sure. Are they doing anything different? Not really.”

“Call us if you need to,’’ Mom replies. “We may not have the day off, but I’ll be there anyway if you really need me.”

“Okay,” I say. “I’ll let you know if there are any problems. There won’t be though.”

“There. That’s all sorted,” Dad says. “We should get going now. Everything is going to work out and we don’t need anyone’s worrying to jinx it.”

With his reassurance and some prodding, he’s able to get Mom to the door. A few more jabs and he has her out in the street.

“See you later today,” he says to me. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty of fun on your outing.”

“At least there’s that,” Mom says. “Enjoy yourself, but don’t do anything you wouldn’t normally do.”

“I won’t,” I reply. “And I don’t think this group of friends would let me do anything like that anyway.”

Mom nods, apparently as happy with this situation as she can be.

“See you,” she says as the two of them set off to work.


Now that I’m alone again, I turn to getting myself ready for the day ahead. Dealing with my hair comes first. They don’t want any dirt or any hair products to interfere with the scans, so I’ll need to thoroughly wash it while also skipping the shampoo and conditioner.

I decide that there’s no need for a full bath as I haven’t done anything since last night and I don’t want any soap to get in my hair. Just a thorough rinse to get any trace of anything off my head will be enough.

Once that is done, I set about choosing what to wear for the day. It needs to be something nice enough for going out with friends, but also comfortable enough to spend several hours on a hospital bed in.

Going through my clothes I settle on something I don’t often wear. It’s a long brown skirt that mom got me about a year ago. It’s soft enough to spend some time laying on a bed in without becoming uncomfortable and if I pair it with a comfortable shirt as well as a jacket I can easily switch between a formal and a casual outfit.

A light-grey shirt goes well with the skirt and is just loose enough for what I’m looking for. Now I just need a jacket to add just a hint of formality to it all. While I have a few to choose from, the one I’m drawn to is, again, something I wouldn’t normally wear.

The red jacket that Rei got for me. It will work with the rest of my outfit, and it'll be good to show Rei that it wasn’t a complete waste of money.

With all of that sorted, I head back downstairs to get something to drink. Tea is out of the question even though the amount of caffeine in it is tiny.
I’ll have to stick to water for now.

It has taken while to get everything in order but, despite that, it will still be some time before Ritsuko comes over. I might as well continue with my mission to get my schoolwork out of the way until that happens.


When the bell rings, I’m more than happy to get away from what I’ve been doing. I quickly head for the door and swing it open for her.

“Morning,” she begins. “You ready to get going?”

“Yes,” I reply. “I see you have got some stuff with you for the wait.”

She has quite a large bag and I can see several notebooks sticking out of it.

“I promised that I would,” she replies. “But we should get going. We can talk once we’re sure we going to be on time.”

The two of us set off towards the subway that will take start us on our journey. We’ll need to change lines halfway through which makes it even more important that we don’t waste time.

Thanks to this, there’s very little talking on the journey as we’re in too much of a hurry while walking and the trains aren’t exactly a place for talking.

We arrive at the station that is only a few minutes’ walk from the hospital and are greeted by a view of a river as we come out of the station. It’s more of a stream but there are plenty of trees either side of it which make it a pleasant sight.

In the distance I can see the huge grey building that is our destination. It’s massive. Much larger than the place I got my initial diagnosis.

“Hopefully they won’t keep you waiting,” Ritsuko says. “The place looks large enough to treat a small village.”

“I’ve heard there can be some interesting wait times here,” I say. ‘But thankfully they close at three, so they probably won’t want to delay getting started on my examinations.”

“So, you think they’ll need more than two hours to do their tests?” she asks.

“I’m supposed to be hooked up to one machine for about that long, so I’d say so,” I respond. “Let’s get in there so they can get started.”

The two of us head inside and over to a receptionist who takes down some of my details to confirm who I am. Once that’s done, we are directed over to the elevators which will take us to one of the upper floors.

There’s a waiting room that we have to spend about fifteen minutes in before someone comes to fetch me.

It’s another woman, though this time I’m pretty sure she’s a nurse.

“Good afternoon, Hatsumi,” she says. “Would you please come this way. There’re just a few forms we need to go over before we get started.”

“Good luck,” Ritsuko calls, and I nod to her appreciatively.


I’m led into a small office where a doctor is sitting.

“Hello, Hatsumi. Glad you could make it on time. We’ll get started as soon as you look over these documents.”

He hands me a clipboard that has several pages of prefilled forms. I see the procedures I’m here to have done, my details, my parents’ details, as well as Nurse’s from Yamaku. I see nothing wrong.

“It all looks right to me,” I say, and the doctor reaches out to take the clipboard back.

“Excellent,” he replies. “Now, please follow me through this door.”

He gets up from his desk and steps towards a door at the back of the room and motions me through. I follow his direction and see that the nurse from before is already in there preparing some funny looking cap covered in wires.

There’s a large and rather comfortable looking chair in the middle of the room and a computer with a large display off to the side.

“Please take a seat,” she says as she gestures towards the chair. “Once you’re comfortable I’ll start to fit this EEG cap in place.”

I sit down and the nurse comes around behind me. It feels like she activates some button behind me as the chair back begins to recline.

“Just relax into it,” she says. “You’re going to be here for some time.”

Once I’ve settled down, she lifts the cap onto my head and secures it in place. She then steps back, and the doctor takes over so that he can attach a few more wires to my forehead.

“This will measure your brainwaves,” he says as a few more gel nodes are added to my head. “While I finish this, the nurse will take a blood sample so that we can compare the results of the two tests. Is there an arm that you’d prefer us to use?”

That was a question I hadn’t been expecting and I have to take a moment to think about it.

“My right arm, please,” I say.

“Very well,” the doctor responds. “Nurse.”

She approaches me with a small collection of tubing and vials and begins to swab down the part of my arm on the inside of my elbow. What is that called anyway?

She then fetches the tubing and I see that there’s a needle inside of it. It all looks a lot like the stuff they use for blood donations, though I hope they won’t need to take that much blood.

She tightens an elastic belt around my arm before asking me to flex. Not long after I do, she slides the needle in, and I hardly feel it. She waits a few moments before loosening the belt and beginning the process of filling the vials.

I sit there and watch the whole process of each of those little vials quickly turning red while the doctor finishes attaching the multitude of wires to my head. I’m surprised that it isn’t a lot more uncomfortable than it appears to be. The cap is all I can really feel and it isn’t tight enough to cause any annoyance.

The doctor now heads back over to the computer and begins working on whatever programme is required to run this thing. A graph pops up on the screen with a bunch of jagged lines moving slowly across it.

“Everything looks good,” he says as he examines the screen. “These lines represent your brain activity. It mostly looks normal at the moment, but I’m sure we’ll pick up some changes over the next two hours.”

The nurse now heads over to a table on the side before returning with two small cups.

“Here are some tablets to help you relax,” the doctor continues. “The sooner you fall asleep, the better our results will be. You can’t help thinking about all sorts of things while you’re awake and, depending on how you react to those thoughts, they can affect the results we get.”

I reach out and take the cups. The first has two pills in it while the second is filled with water. I hadn’t taken my own pills last night, but that doesn’t mean I’ll struggle with these. I’ve had more than enough practice downing medication recently.

“Now do try to stay as relaxed as possible,” the doctor says as he dims the computer screen he’s working from. “We’ll be in the next room, monitoring you for any changes. Once the lights are off, all you have to do is wait. Before you know it, this will all be over.”

I nod and the nurse heads out the way she came while the doctor heads back to his office door.

“I hope sleep come quickly,” he says as he flicks the switch and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

The room is much darker now, but the dim light from the computer screen means that I can still make out everything in the room. There’s plenty to think about, so I hope those sleeping pills do their job as it’s impossible to expect me to not think about anything while I’m lying here.

What all of this could mean comes to mind. What will they find and how will it affect me? Can any of this be fixed?

I pivot away from that. Don’t need to go there. Instead, I focus on Ritsuko waiting outside and the meetup that’s happening afterwards. Everything should be fine with that as I got through to Giichi last night.

He confirmed that Rei was already there. She basically went straight over to his place once the holidays started. She hadn’t been kidding about taking advantage of his offer.

He’d been less enthusiastic about the company I’d be bringing, but he understood the situation. From the tone of his voice, I could tell that he was not fond of hospitals and that he felt that having company was a very good idea.

My mind wanders from topic to topic for a while until everything begins to fade away.


“Wake up, Hatsumi,” I hear as a hand on my shoulder jolts me awake.

The pills seem to have done their job and the nurse is now waking me up. The lights are all on again and the doctor is back at the computer in the corner.

“How are you feeling?” the nurse asks me as she begins to remove everything on my head.

“A bit groggy,” I reply. “Is everything alright?”

“That feeling should go away once you start moving about,” the doctor replies. “It won’t be long until you feel normal again. I do recommend that we get you back on your medication though.”

“How soon?” I ask him.

“I’d like you to take them now, even though I know you still have to get home,” he replies. “We’ve got your results now and we’ll send them off to your own doctor for him to look at.”

“Is it bad?” I ask. “You want me back on my meds so quickly?”

“I’m not in a position to say,” he replies.

His poker face gives nothing away.

“You’ve been on the medication you have for a reason, and I don’t think you should be off it without a substitute treatment for any longer than is necessary,” he continues. “You should be fine if you take in now. You shouldn’t have planned to do anything serious anyway. Once your doctor has looked at these results, you can talk about where to go from there.”

Nurse had warned me that these specialists wouldn’t share much with me. They provided their services, their facilities, and their expertise, but the rest is up to my primary doctor. He’s giving me some advice for the immediate future, but I shouldn’t expect any more.

“Thank you,” I say. “But are you certain I can’t go without them for the rest of the day? I really hate what they do to me.”

“I can understand why you feel that way” he replies, now with a look of commiseration. “It is some strong stuff, and it can really sap the energy out of you. I would like you to get back on it though. I saw that you have someone with you. I’m sure they’ll be able to help you if you need it.”

The nurse has finished what she was doing and helps me out of the chair. I’m a bit wobbly at first and the nurse stays close to me as I take a few steps.

The doctor is right about it clearing up quickly though. It’s only about a minute before I’m feeling fine and the nurse steps away.

“Here you go,” the nurse says handing me two cups just as she did before. “They’re the same one’s you’ve been taking.”

I can see that, and I hesitate before gulping them down. I’m suddenly not looking forward to the rest of the day as much.

“You did very well,” the doctor says. “I’m sorry that I can’t discuss anything with you, but your results need to be looked at and procedures need to be followed. If you need any more time the nurse can wait with you but, if not, your free to go.”

With that he directs me out through the office and closes the door behind us once we’re out.

“So, do you want to wait at all?” the nurse asks me.

“No,” I reply. “It’s probably best that I get going.”

“Good luck then,” she says as I step out into the waiting room.

Ritsuko is there with several books out on the low table in front of her. She couldn’t having been paying them much attention as she looks up as soon as I enter the room.

“Welcome back,” she says, smiling. “Everything went well?”

“Seems like it,” I reply. “Though I’m back on my medication, so you might find that I’m not the most active company soon.”

“Oh,” she replies, looking concerned. “You want to skip the afternoon outing then? Head straight home?”

“No,” I say. “I still want to go out. Just don’t expect me to be too energetic. I think I’ll still be able to follow along to a conversation.”

“Let’s get going then,” she replies. “Maybe fresh air will help with all of that.”

Maybe it will. I can already feel the dulling of my senses as the mediation begins to do its work. I’ve never tried to do anything after taking it before, so maybe Ritsuko will help find a way around this sensation.

We make our way back the way we came, and I see that plenty of other people are on their way out. It is around closing time, so I’m not surprised by the cramped elevator ride. Once we make our way out of the hospital, I look around trying to spot the nearest bus stop. I soon see it and point in its direction.

“We’ll need to take the bus to get there,” I say as I begin to walk in its direction.

“Where are we going to meet up?” She asks as she follows me along.

“It’s a place called Kanda Square Hall,” I reply. “Giichi recommended we meet there. He said it’s got some outdoor areas and a few food shops even though it’s mostly used for big events or conferences. I think he chose it because it’s hard to miss and it’s easy to go somewhere else from there.”

“Practical,” Ritsuko responds. “Though it sounds more like a business meeting than a hangout.”

“You worry too much,” I say dismissively. “It’s probably a place he knows well enough to be able to find us without too much trouble. I’d at least want a familiar setting for an unfamiliar situation as well.”

We’re at the bus stop now and it’s only a few minutes before a bus pulls up. Hardly anyone gets off, but quite a number of people have gathered at the stop alongside us. Most of them have come over from the hospital as well.

Unfortunately, there isn’t anywhere for us to sit, but that isn’t really a problem. We haven’t got far to go and standing won’t be too much of a hassle.

Again, there isn’t time for talking as we wait for the bus to reach our destination in silence.


When we reach our destination, we step out in front of a large building that really does deserve the name it has. Its huge block that is absolutely covered in windows and is surrounded by a ring of trees which makes it stand out as the only source of greenery in the area. Just off to the side is a grassy area dotted with white tables and chairs.

I decide that we might as well head over there to wait in case the other two are not here yet. It will also be better to call them there rather than standing in the way at the bus stop.

“Not what I was expecting,” Ritsuko says as she takes it all in. “The nature is a surprise. I was expecting nothing but glass and polished metal.”

“Must be another reason he picked it,” I say as we head over to the grass. “I’m just going to give them a call.”

Once we’re out of everyone’s way, I scroll through my contacts until I find Giichi’s number. I give him a call and it’s only a few rings before he picks up.”

“Afternoon, Hatsumi,” he begins. “I hope everything went well. You on your way?”

“I’m fine,” I respond. “We’re here already. At a table in the middle of this grass patch. Where are you?”

“Nearly there,” he says. “We’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“See you!” I hear Rei call out through the phone.

She must be trying to listen in on the conversation.

“You can wait until we get there,” Giichi says to her before coming back to me.

“See you in a moment,” he says before hanging up.

“Have a seat,” I say to Ritsuko. “They’re on their way.”

“Will I be able to spot them when they arrive?” she asks.

“Probably,” I respond. “They’ll have seen us first, so I’m guessing it will be quite obvious. Why? Are you worried?”

“Well,” she begins. “You’re the one that connects us all and I’m a bit unsure about the whole thing if there’s a chance that you might not be in top form with the medication you had to take.”

It’s a fair enough concern to have. I can definitely feel all the tell-tale signs, but I’ve managed to keep it all together so far.

“I’m sure it will work out,” I say. “We shouldn’t be doing anything too taxing and that’s the only thing I would struggle with.”

I’m trying to reassure myself just as much as Ritsuko. I hate the idea of having to do anything when I feel like this. It’s as if I didn’t get any sleep last night.

We pass the time looking around and making the odd comment about the things we see. From the look of the people around here, we’re definitely out of place. It’s mostly businessmen, though I would have thought they’d still be at work. They must be quite high up the company ladder to be out of the office so early.

I finally see something out of the corner of my eye that I immediately know has to be Rei. It’s bright, closing in rapidly, and waving.

I turn towards this spectacle and see the I was right. She’s heading straight towards us with Giichi lagging behind. The gap is growing as she’s somehow managing to speed up.

“Hatsumi!” she calls, without any care for the disturbance she’s creating. “How are you!”

I wave back but decide to keep quiet until she’s a bit closer. I don’t want to involve everyone around us in the conversation.

“Did everything go alright?” she asks once she reaches us. “You look a bit subdued. It’s not bad, is it?”

“Everything’s alright Rei,” I respond. “How about we wait for Giichi and then start with introductions? Then I won’t have to repeat everything.”

“Sure,” Rei says, before looking me up and down. “Though it’s great to see that jacket again. I didn’t think you’d wear it. It works on you even though I’d normally pair it with something else.”

Giichi now joins us, so I pivot away from that conversation.

“Afternoon, Giichi,” I say. “It’s good to see you.”

He nods in response, already looking at Ritsuko.

I turn to do the same and I see that she isn’t making eye contact with either of them. I can’t really blame her. They’re both intense in their own ways and it must be difficult to be the odd one out.

“Rei, Giichi. This is Ritsuko,” I say. “She’s probably my best friend. We’ve been through everything together. So, I think it would be good if we could turn two friend groups into one?”

Ritsuko looks up and smiles at them. Giichi nods back, but it’s Rei who steps forward to take the lead.

“It’s good to know that you’ve been taking care of her,” she says. “I’ve been worried about what might happen when I’m not around.”

“Hey,” I say. “I’m not helpless.”

That I’m the only one still sitting down doesn’t help my claim.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Rei asks. “You look a bit out of it.”

“She had to get back on her medication after the tests,” Ritsuko responds. “So, she’s just feeling the effects of that.”

Rei turns to her with a surprised look. There’s a moment of silence before she looks back at me.

“They’re that bad?” She asks. “I didn’t know.”

I realize in that moment that I hadn’t actually talked about this with them. Both Rei and Giichi knew why I was at Yamaku, but the medication I was on now had happened after I told them all about my epilepsy. Taking it in the evenings meant that there hadn’t been a situation where it affected them.

“I’ve been taking this stuff before going to sleep,” I say, by way of explanation. “The side-effects wear off by the morning.”

Rei’s bubbly demeanour has faded, while Ritsuko just looks uncomfortable at being the one to reveal this information. Giichi looks as if he’s deep in thought.

“I can see why it wouldn’t come up,” he says. “Though I think you should get off of it as soon as possible if the effects are that extreme.
Medication shouldn’t be used too long when it does things like that.”

“They want me off it too,” I reply. “So, it’s only a temporary measure.”

“That’s good,” Rei says, with a bit of her energy coming back. “I was worried that this was permanent, and you thought you had to hide it.”

“I don’t think she was trying to hide it,” Ritsuko says. “She just wasn’t going to share everything she was going through if she didn’t need to. Would you want to do that?”

A flash of annoyance appears on Rei’s face before she regains her smile.

“Of courses not,” she says to Ritsuko before turning back to me. “But you shouldn’t keep things to yourself if they could be serious. Friends and family can help you through these things. We’re the ones who could have been there for her at Yamaku.”

Gicchi decides to speak up at this point. I’m glad for his interruption as things are starting to get a bit tense between the two pf them. They both seem to want to help me, but there’s something that is stopping them from seeing eye to eye on the situation they’re in.

“Maybe we should find something to eat,” he says. “I’m sure the hospital has left you feeling rather hungry.”

He’s right about that. I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast, and I’d be really grateful to find something quickly.

“You’re the one who seems to know what’s around here,” I say. “So how about you take the lead?”

“Very well,” he says. “There’re several options for food on-the-go inside. I’m sure there’ll be something that will meet your needs.”
He gestures towards the building, and I can see that there is some kind of food court inside.

I haul myself to my feet and begin to walk in that direction. Giichi takes the lead while the other two decide to flank me. It’s almost as if I’ve taken Giichi’s place in all of this. I wonder if I really look that fragile?

The glass doors slide open before us, and we’re greeted by a wave of cool air as well as some light chatter from people browsing what’s on offer or eating at the various tables.

It’s not really a store or a restaurant, as there is a line of refrigerated displays along the back wall and a cashier in the middle of it all. I’m certain that there won’t be any hot meals here.

We walk up to one end and make our way along the line as we see what’s on offer. It’s the usual prepacked food you might expect to find at a convenience store. There are rice balls, salads, and sandwiches as well as some slightly more complex meal options.

No-one has restarted the conversation, so we each pick something in silence. Sandwiches for Rei and Ritsuko, Onigiri for Giichi, and some sort of stir fry thing for me. It looks like it won’t be that bad to eat even if it’s chilled.

When we get to the till, Giichi takes the lead and places a card on the table. It doesn’t look like any type of bank card I’ve seen before, so I’m not sure what it does.

“When you hold enough conferences here, you get a membership card,” Giichi says over his shoulder. “My dad gave it to me so that we can save money, though I don’t think we really need it. We’re getting a take-out lunch, not some gourmet dining experience.”

I won’t say no to a discount, no matter the price.

Ritsuko seems ready to break the ice again as she addresses Giichi about the situation.

“Why does he hold conferences here?” she asks. “It doesn’t seem like the usual place for business meetings.”

“It’s more for talks than actual meetings,” he replies “Business happens at the office. Conferences about developments in the legal world need a larger setting.”

“That’s interesting,” she says. “I’ve been thinking about going into law. Would I know your father? He must be important to host things like that.”

“You might,” he replies, turning to her after he hands over the money he owes. “Though, I’d rather not talk about that. We should stick to less serious topics.”

It’s good to see Giichi open up a little about himself around Ritsuko, but he’s not willing to go any further. He’s apparently hit his limit of sharing information with someone he’s just met.”

“I didn’t know that,” I say. “When did you take an interest in law?”

“There was a careers fair that my parents took me to not long after you left,” she replies. “The law presentation was the one that I found the most interesting. The idea of defending people in court sounded like a good thing to do.”

“Sort of the opposite of what we do at Yamaku,” Rei says to me. “We prosecute wrongdoers.”

“Both sides are just as important,” Giichi interrupts. “Though they both have their issues. You won’t always be prosecuting someone who’s guilty. And the defendant won’t always be innocent. You still have to do your best even if you’re doing it when someone doesn’t deserve it.”

It started off as stepping in between another possible argument, but it seems to have turned into a warning about what she might have to deal with.

“What do you mean?” Ritsuko asks, clearly interested in what Giichi has to say. “Why would you do something that isn’t right?”

Her question has clearly drawn Giichi out of his shell. It seems his love of law has overcome his views on other people.

“As much as I’d like it to be about doing the right thing,” he begins. “It isn’t. It’s about following the law. You do your job regardless of what you feel.”

I can see that Ritsuko doesn’t really like the idea of that.

“I suppose you could go and work for some charity,” Giichi muses. “The kind of work that most firms do pro bono but, for most lawyers, personal views need to be left out of the equation.”

“Thanks for the advice, I suppose,” she replies. “I’ll have to think about it some more.”

“Don’t lose hope,” I say to her. “Giichi seems to do quite well at getting what he does to match up with his beliefs. I’m sure you’ll find your way through it if that’s what you want to do.”

“It definitely isn’t for me,” Rei comments. “The Disciplinary Committee is great and all, but I couldn’t follow through with that. I’m too much of a free spirit.”

Rei’s presence on the Committee has always been a bit of a contradictory one. She doesn’t really seem to belong, but her forcefulness has been a great asset to Giichi. Maybe that’s why she’s there in the first place?

“I can’t really see myself doing it either,” I admit. “Toru’s father said he saw something in me, but it just doesn’t seem to fit. Maybe I’ve seen to many movies where the lawyer is a villain?”

“It’s often true,” Giichi says. “Though you can’t hold it against most of them. That’s just the way the law works.”

“You’re really putting it completely differently to what they said at the fair,” Ritsuko says. “You don’t make it sound nearly as good as they did.”

“You shouldn’t look at it like that,” Rei says. “It’s not about what they say. It’s about what you think. Don’t choose a career based on what other people tell you.”

It’s solid advice, but I can’t help but feel that there’s something more behind it. That Rei’s trying to hint at something, and I can’t figure out what it is.

“Let’s just get this all paid for and go eat,” I say.

I’ll have to try and figure this all out when my head is clearer.

There’s general agreement to my request and we finish up with the cashier before heading back outside. The available tables have changed since we left so we’re forced to head to one closer to the road to eat. It’s not as nice, but there’s still some shade to protect us from the afternoon sun.

I sit down and see that Ritsuko and Rei have taken the seats either side of me which leaves the seat opposite to Giichi. I start eating straight away as my hunger has really caught up with me.

Without my involvement, there isn’t much conversation. Giichi seems to have said his part and is happy to begin eating as well. The other two don’t seem that interested in their sandwiches, but they also begin eating while occasionally glancing at me.

All this tender treatment towards me is really starting to get on my nerves. I’m now glad that I hadn’t tried to do anything in the evenings if this is how people saw me on my meds.

Once I’ve gotten through a large portion of my meal, I decide that I need to be the one to get the conversation moving again.

“Are there any plans for the week ahead?” I ask everyone at the table. “I can’t be everywhere at once, so we’ll need to lay things out so that we can fit in as much as possible.”

“You need to come over to Giichi’s at some point,” Rei says immediately. “Then we can go and see some of the attractions nearby. The place really is great.”

“I wanted to go for a walk somewhere,” Ritsuko says. “We loved doing that before you left so it would be great to go back to that.”

“You two went for walks as well?” Rei asks me. “Is that as nice here as back at Yamaku? I wouldn’t have thought you’d have the same scenery as the forests there.”

“It’s not about the scenery,” Ritsuko jumps in. “If you enjoy the company, all of that just fades into the background. A walk through central Tokyo can be just as beautiful.”

Rei clearly doesn’t agree with what she’s said.

She seems genuinely thrown by Ritsuko’s suggestion. I suppose a lot of what Rei does, she does alone, so she doesn’t really see the social aspect surrounding these things.

“They each have their merits,” I say. “Sometimes you want some beautiful forest to walk in, sometimes it’s the friend to talk to that you need. It doesn’t always have to be one or the other.”

“That may be,” Rei says, trying to regain her composure and control. “But I really do think that you need a destination when you’re doing something here in Tokyo. If you want to wander, it needs to be in nature. Everything around is too formatted and harsh to do that kind of thing.”

I can see Rei’s point. You always have to keep one eye on what’s going on around you in the city if you don’t want to get accidently run over.


We’re almost finished with our meals when Giichi is, once again, the one to turn the conversation.

“Since you have some other things to do, and coming all the way over to my place needs some planning. How about you see if you can come over on Thursday?” He asks. “You can wait that long, can’t you Rei?”

“I suppose,” she replies.

“And that’ll give you some time tomorrow as well. Won’t it, Ritsuko?” He continues.

“Yes,” she replies.

I’m glad to see that Giichi is being more of a diplomat than I’ve ever seen before. It’s a relief that he doesn’t seem to be caught up in the tension around the table.

“Let’s get going then,” I say, not wanting things to go back to what they had just been. “Sorry that we didn’t get to talk much, but I really think I should head home before my parents start to worry.”

“It’s no problem,” Giichi says. “I didn’t think we’d do much today anyway. Maybe Thursday will go a bit better?”

I nod in agreement before turning to Rei.

“Sorry we couldn’t do more. Today has really taken it out of me,” I say.

“At least we got to see you,” she replies. “Let me know when you get home though. You really do look under the weather.”

“I’ll make sure she does,” Ritsuko says. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Giichi and I both start to move in opposite directions. Each of us signalling for our companion to follow. It’s not the nicest parting that I’ve been involved in, but at least there’s no chance of any more tension.

That they’re heading to another bus stop is even better as I don’t want to have to continue with whatever is going on here on my way home.


There isn’t much that we talk about on the journey. Partly because we’re on the bus and the subway, but partly because I have some things to think about first. Today definitely ended badly. I’ll be going over it all once my head is a bit clearer and I can form some sensible opinions.

We arrive back at my house and Ritsuko sees me inside.

There’s some small talk between her and my parents before she heads out. A short explanation clears up my own behaviour and my parents quickly throw some food together so that I can get to bed quickly.

I’m able to fumble my way through the day’s events so that they have some idea of what happened at the hospital, but I leave out most of the details that I’ll be focusing on tomorrow morning.

When I make it up to my room and change out of my clothes, I flop down onto my bed as I try to consider the day as well as I can before sleep claims me.

There’s definitely something that I need to look in to between Ritsuko and Rei. I’d like for them to get on, but they seemed to grate against each other no matter what we talked about. Maybe some time with each of them will help me get to the bottom of it all.

It would be nice if it was all in my head though. I’m not looking to make counselling people with issues a full-time job.

At least not yet.

Maybe if I just sleep all of this off, I’ll wake up and see that I’ve made much more of it that it really is.


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Walk and Talk

It’s another early morning and I’ve got plenty to think about. How I’m going to resolve the issue that I see developing is my main goal for today.

First, I should head down for breakfast. They may not have much time before they have to go, but I’m sure I can get some good advice from my parents. If I’m lucky, they might even tell me that it’s all in my head.

When I get down to the dining room, I’m greeted with the same scene and meal I’ve had since I got back. I guess I should get used to that.

“Morning,” I call to them as I head towards the table.

I receive the same replies as well.

“What are you going to be up to today,” Dad asks. “You mentioned some stuff last night, but maybe you’re in a bit better shape now?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” I admit. “Though I was wondering if you could try and help me understand what happened yesterday a bit better. I was out of it, and I might have gotten it all backwards.”

“What happened?” Mom asks. “Everything seemed fine when you got home.”

“I suppose that’s part of the problem,” I say. “Everything was fine when we weren’t all together.”

“What do you mean?” Dad asks.

“At Yamaku, there were no issues with Rei and Ritsuko is usually fine as well,” I start. “But when they’re together, things just seemed to go wrong. The two of them always seemed to have a problem. Giichi was even stepping in and he’s not the type to normally do that.”

“Oh dear,” Mom says. “I thought it would be fun to have everyone together. You think they don’t get on?”

“It’s worse than that,” I reply. “They seemed to not like each other. Straight away. When one knew something the other didn’t or had done something the other hadn’t, they seemed like they were only saying it to get at each other.”

“Sounds like they’re jealous,” Dad says.

“What do you mean?” I ask. “Jealous of what?”

“Of each other’s position,” he replies. “Sounds like they each want to be the more important friend.”

“Really?” Mom asks. “You think that they’re that petty? That they can’t stand the thought of someone else being friends with Hatsumi.”

“That does sound stupid,” I say.

“I’m not saying that,” Dad replies, turning to me. “Of course they’re fine with you having friends, but think about it. I can’t say much about Rei, but Ritsuko has always been there. The two of you were inseparable. You went to each other before you came to your parents. Now, everything has changed. You left and you’ve started a new part of your life that she can’t be a part of.”

I can sort of see where he’s going with this.

“Now she sees someone who might be taking her place,” he continues. “It might not be true, but it seems to me that she thinks that’s what is happening, and she’s upset by it. She wants to get her place back.”

From the look on her face, Mom doesn’t seem very impressed by this diagnosis.

“I really don’t think she’s that petty,” she says. “That her losing you for a few months and you making a new friend while you were gone could have that much of an effect on her? It seems a bit childish for someone of her age.”

“Well, Hatsumi thinks that there’s something going on between the two of them,” Dad replies. “What do you think it is if I’m wrong about this?”

“Hatsumi jokes about how difficult it can be to approach anyone on the disciplinary committee,” Mom says. “Maybe Ritsuko had the same problem. They seem to only like to do things their way, so she probably just got rubbed the wrong way.”

“She got on with Giichi,” I say. “And he’s the hardest one to approach. They even had a fairly deep discussion about what going into law as a profession meant. He was really trying to make things work for us but, as soon as it was Ritsuko and Rei, things started to go downhill again.”

Mom grimaces at what I say.

“That does make it a bit more complicated,” she says. “Though I still think it’s not just Ritsuko struggling with changes. You say Rei was just as much of a problem?”

“Yes,” I reply. “They both took every opportunity to criticize the way the other saw or did something. I don’t think there was anything they could agree on. I would always have to find the middle ground of their opinions before we would have to move on to something new to try and stop an argument.”

“You’ll be seeing them separately,” Dad says. “Maybe you should broach the subject. Try and clear the air and see where they sit on the topic. Do you see either of them dropping out of your life soon?”

“No,” I say.

“Then you’ll need to get them to understand how it will have to work,” he replies. “Not all of your friends can also be friends with each other. They still need to accept that they can’t control who you’re friends with. Sometimes they are going to have to tolerate each other.”

“That doesn’t sound very pleasant,” I reply. “How is it supposed to work out.”

“It’s easier than you think,” he says. “I’ve had friends who can hardly hold a conversation when they’re alone together, but the rest of the group was what brought them together. Ritsuko and Rei both see something in you.”

He’s really found his stride with this speech and Mom and I can do nothing but listen. It’s not often that we get so much advice from him in one go.

“You need to find that and use it to bring them together,” he continues. “Maybe also find what their problem with each other is. That will also need to be sorted out. They don’t need to be friends, but they need to sort out their issues if you want to keep them both around.”

“That’s expecting too much of her,” Mom says. “She shouldn’t have to be a councillor for her friends’ problems.”

“She doesn’t,” Dad admits. “But then she’s going to lose one of them.”

Again, he turns to bring me back into the conversation.

“There’s some sort of resentment there,” he says. “And it’s going to fester if you don’t do something about it. Talk to them and figure out what it is.”

“Okay,” I respond. “Though I was hoping I wouldn’t need to go down this route.”

“You need to be there when things like this happens,” he says. “If you want long term friends, you have to deal with these things. You’ve helped Ritsuko through things before. You’re just lucky that the problems haven’t been between your friends up until now.”

It’s good advice. I’m just not yet sure how I’m going to approach something like this. As he said, it’s always been an external problem before. It’s easy to help when the issue at hand isn’t a problem between your friends.

I hope that I can approach it in a way that doesn’t cause even more drama.

“I think I’ve lectured you enough now,” Dad says. “Let’s finish breakfast so the two of us can get going. You’ve got a lot of thinking to do. We should really let you get to that.”

He’s true to his word and we stay away from discussing my problems through breakfast as well as during our goodbyes.

As the two of them disappear down the road, I’m left to settle down into thinking about what I’m going to do. I’ll be seeing Ritsuko today, but I’ll need to plan things out so that it doesn’t all go wrong.

Or just be a waste of time. I’ve only got a few days to get all of this to work out before I’m off to Yamaku again. I get the feeling that I really should get it done before then or it might get even worse.

We should go somewhere quiet and familiar. I don’t want there to be any distractions and I want it to be comfortable enough that Ritsuko will be willing to open up about what’s going on. I didn’t think something like this would be a problem, but I’m starting to feel that there may be a lot of uncomfortable things to talk about.

Yesterday was the first sign that things weren’t alright, and I shouldn’t have been so surprised. If anything, I should be shocked that it took so long for something to happen. The current situation between me and Ritsuko deserves some emotions and drama but, since the day I got my diagnosis, there hasn’t been any.

She did mention going for a walk somewhere, and I think that would be a good idea. We can’t just be eating out all the time. Doing something familiar might be the way to get this to go as smoothly as possible. Beings somewhere that isn’t too busy might also make it easier to talk.


I spend a lot of time thinking about what we’ll do today. During all of this, I throw on some clothes. This time I go for something that isn’t out of the ordinary in any way. It’s the same thing I wore that day I went on the Disciplinary Committee trip.

I’ve also decided where we’ll be going. Omiya Park has a nice lake and plenty of trees to sit under. There are also a few other parks nearby in case it’s too crowded. It’s also not that long of a journey to get there, so we’ll have plenty of time to talk.

I call Ritsuko late in the morning to let her know my idea for the day and she’s ready to come over straight away. I ask her to give me a little time to sort some things out and that I’ll come over to her place instead.

She’s fine with that but tells me to hurry with whatever I’m doing.

The tension of yesterday is gone and all I can tell over the phone is that she’s the same person I’ve known all this time. Unfortunately, that just gives me more insight into what the problem might be.

I really do want to try and narrow it down before we meet up. What is at the centre of the issue? Their interests are similar, even though Rei is a bit wilder than her. There wasn’t the chance for that to really come up though so it can’t be that. She quite nonchalant about buying things for people but, if anything, it was Giichi who was showing of signs of wealth.

Can Dad really be right about it? That they see each other as competition? I thought Ritsuko was more secure in her feelings than that.

And Rei has never seemed like the one to be the jealous type. She has problems with people. She admitted that much, but that was about how they view her disabilities.

Ritsuko doesn’t even know what they are. If she's worried about Rei stealing her place, then there’s no reason for Rei to believe she’s being looked down upon for being weak.

It’s all too complicated for me to try and unravel as things stand and I feel that I’ll get a headache if it goes on much longer. I’ll just need to get things started and see how they develop from there. I’m missing too much information for me to draw any useful conclusions.


It’s a bit later and I’m heading over to Ritsuko’s place. It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but I arrive outside her house without having to think about where I’m going. There’s not much difference between our places. Really just slightly different colours on everything I see.

I head up to the door and ring the bell.

It doesn’t take long for her to answer it.

“Hatsumi,” she says, pulling open the door. “I thought you were going to be a bit longer?”

“Things went quicker than I thought they would,” I reply. “So, I decided to head over rather than sit around doing nothing.”

“I’m glad you did. But I’ll need a moment to get ready myself,” she says. “You’ve caught me off guard.”

“I don’t mind,” I respond. “It’s not as if we have any deadlines to meet.”

Ritsuko retreats back into the house, and I follow her in. Nothing has changed as far as I can tell.

“I’m guessing no-one’s home,” I ask. “I’ll have to say hi to your parents at some point.”

“Yeah, they’re at work,” Ritsuko replies. “They’ve asked after you plenty so it would be good for you to drop by some time. Maybe dinner this weekend?”

“Might be a good idea,” I say. “Though if I do, you might find that you’re hosting my parents too. I’m sure they’ll want to come for dinner as well.”

“We’ll be able to handle that,” she replies. “Now follow me. I need to go get my stuff upstairs.”

Ritsuko leads the way up the stairs towards her room. When we get there, I’m happy to see a room that’s more lived in than mine. I didn’t bother to get anything out since I got back, so my bedroom has been rather bare these few days. I’ve also had very little on display while at Yamaku.

It’s good to see a room with posters dotted around the walls and shelves cluttered with random pieces that have been collected over the years. Even the odd piece of clothing, lying around is a reminder of what my room used to be like.

“I didn’t bother to clean up,” Ritsuko says. “You coming up here wasn’t exactly part of the plan.”

“Stop pretending that I haven’t seen you in much messier situations,” I say. “You must have tidied up not too long ago. This is relatively minor on the scale of chaos.”

Ritsuko laughs a bit at my comment.

“My parents insisted that I needed to make a bit of effort for my room to be presentable,” she says. “If we were going to have you over then I wasn’t supposed to show you a messy room. It would set a bad example or something. I’m not sure. I tuned out at that part of the lecture.”

Parents can be like that. Always worried about the image you’re presenting to guests. Even when they won’t be going near your room or when they’re practically family, you still need to make sure there’s no chance of embarrassing them with even the smallest thing being out of place.

“It’s better than my room,” I say to her. “A bit of mess is far more normal than being surrounded by empty shelves.”

“Do you miss looking at all of it?” She asks.

I have to take a moment to think about this question.

“Not really,” I say. “It’s strange to think about it but, once it’s gone, it’s just not that important to you. You think you’re going to miss it while you’re looking at it, but you just… Don’t.”

The look I give must be quite the sobering one as Ritsuko stops and stares at me for a moment.

“But you must have started turning your dorm into a home by now?” She says. “I get that you’re not going to do much for your short stay here, but you’ve been there for a while.”

“Sort of,” I reply. “I’ve got a few books and poster on the wall. There’s also a nice cane resting against the desk, but I haven’t used that. I bought it in a moment of panic.”

Thinking about that, I might have use for it again. Every doctor I’ve met seems more worried about the medication than the seizures. If I start to have those again after we change things up, I might be using that cane more often.

“We’ll have to dig through your stuff then,” Ritsuko says. “Things will only get more stressful as we get closer to the end of the year. You’ll need to take a few things with you that will bring you comfort.”

It’s a nice idea, but I’m really not sure what those things would be. I was being truthful that I hadn’t missed them while at Yamaku. I had plenty of other things to keep me busy there.

“If you’re nearly ready, we should get going,” I say, moving away from the topic Ritsuko was on. “We may not have any plans, but we shouldn’t waste time in case we want to do something after we’ve been to Omiya Park.”

“That’s a wonderful idea!” Ritsuko says. “It’s been a long time since I went there. Why didn’t we do that more often?”

“Maybe we’d gotten too used to it?” I suggest. “There were plenty of other things to do and it is an outing even if it’s not that far out of the way.”

I had always been the bigger fan of parks like that. Ritsuko did enjoy them, but the company was definitely the main attraction to her. If we were having fun, she’d be just as happy at a mall or simply in a restaurant.

It’s good to hear that she’s just as enthusiastic about putting up with my interests as she’s always been.

“Then grab whatever else you need and let’s get going,” I say.


The trip goes by quickly and there’s no need to worry about being jostled around on the sub-way. Not many people are out at this time. Once again, it’s mostly just other student’s probably out doing similar things to us.

We arrive just before midday and make our way along the sidewalk towards Omiya. The park slowly comes into view and we’re soon walking alongside it towards one of the entrances.

I’ve decided to take us around to one of the side entrances as I’m not really interested in the stadium or zoo that we’d otherwise have to pass through.

As we head around along the edge of the park, I can look in at the forest that makes up much of the park. While we won’t be seeing any cherry blossoms at this time of year, there are plenty of other trees that can be just as beautiful in their own way.

“We should probably head towards the lake,” I say. “That’s were all the best views are.”

“Of course,” Ritsuko replies. “I think I can still remember how to get us there, so don’t worry if you get a bit distracted on the way.”

As we make our way through the park, I’m reminded of why it’s such a special place. It has all the characteristics of a wild forest while still being a park. There are stone paths for us to walk along, each with a little wall along their edges.

There are plenty of trees that hang over the path as well so that you wouldn’t even realize that you hadn’t left the path if you didn’t look down.

Despite this, the place is still open enough to let you see into the distance in all directions. It’s the only real clue that there’s any human touch to the park. It would be a lot more overgrown and easier to get lost in otherwise.

As we walk, the trees we pass under change gradually. At one point, they're shorter with many branches sticking out in all directions. At other points they’re far taller with only a few massive branches arching over us.

When we do reach the lake, the little walls along the paths disappear and we’re given access to the gentle slope that leads down to the lake. There's still a short fence to stop you from falling in at the water’s edge.

There are several people already settled down around the lake, but it will be easy for us to find our own spot.

“How about we head over there,” I say pointing to a piece of grass that’s further away from any of the pathways. “We should have that to ourselves for a while.”

“Sure,” Ritsuko says, as she heads off in that direction. “Though it sounds like you’ve got something on your mind. You trying to get me somewhere alone to give me a lecture.”

It’s not that, but she’s surprising close to the truth.

“No,” I say. “It’s just good not to have any distractions when you’re trying to have a nice time.”

I’d rather like to ease into the difficult questions than simply dump them on Ritsuko as soon as we sit down.

“Then I’m sure this will do,” she says, arriving at a spot that is out in the sun, but close enough to some trees that we can retreat to if need be.
I settle down next to her and look out at the lake as I consider how to start this.

“How have things changed for you,” I ask. “Since I left. I know you said everything was fine and that you’ve found new things to do, but is that really all there is to it?”

“What are you talking about?” Ritsuko says. “Why wouldn’t I tell you the truth?”

“It’s been a big change for me,” I say. “I was really lost in the beginning. You really don’t seem to have had it that hard at all.”

Ritsuko seems very thrown by my accusation and is about to respond, but I keep going.

“Sure, I was dealing with other things as well,” I say. “But those weren’t really what gave me the most trouble. I felt lost, and alone, and confused at what I was supposed to do now that part of my life had been ripped away. I found a way to deal with it all, but when I got back here everything seemed to fall back into place. It was as if nothing had changed.”

“You going away didn’t change anything,” Ritsuko says. “I mean it did, but we’re still the same? Aren’t we?”

“I thought so,” I say. “But yesterday was really weird.”

“What about yesterday?” she asks.

“You and Rei don’t seem to like each other,” I say. “Really. There was something going on between the two of you the whole time.”

“We weren’t that bad,” Ritsuko says, defensively. “We just see a lot of things differently.”

“I’d say it was more than that,” I reply. “Every moment either of you had to disagree with each other, you took. I couldn’t handle it. It was up to Giichi to calm you down each time. I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t been there.”

“What are you trying to say?” She asks.

“I don’t expect you to instantly become friends,” I say. “But there wasn’t even the chance for that to happen. You were at each other’s throats immediately. Don’t think I’m saying it’s all your fault, but I think you definitely had a part in it.”

Ritsuko is silent for a moment, which I take as a good sign. She’s thinking about it rather than just getting defensive. Hopefully it will lead somewhere productive.

“I don’t like her,” Ritsuko admits. “She just seems too carefree. As if nothing matters. But then it also feels like there’s something underneath all of that. It’s like everything else is an act and that what others think is all that matters.”

That’s a much deeper explanation than I was expecting.

“She’s fake,” Ritsuko continues. “I don’t think I saw anything real from her yesterday, and she was trying to act as if was. How can she come along as if she’s your close friend, whose been there for you all this time, when she can’t even face who she is herself.”

That’s a very harsh summary of how she feels about Rei. I’d like to just tell her that she’s wrong, but I don’t think that will help anyone come out of this with a better view of things.

“You think its all fake,” I say. “But is there really a problem with that? I mean… I know she exaggerates things all the time, but I don’t think she does it to hurt anyone. It’s just part of who she is.”

“Maybe,” Ritsuko replies. “But I still think it’ll lead to trouble. How are you supposed to trust her to be there for you when she can’t even deal with her own problems?”

I want to explain things to her properly, but that comment causes anger to wash over me. I try to maintain a calm demeanour, but I’m sure it shows.

“She’s been through more than most people I’ve met,” I say. “And I include everyone at Yamaku in that.”

Ritsuko tries to interrupt me, clearly seeing that she’s upset me.

“And everyone has problems,” I continue. “But I’m not going to tell you what hers are. That’s not for me to do, but you would be amazed to see her behave the way she does with what she’s missing of herself.”

Even saying that is a bit more than I really should, but I feel the need to defend Rei from these accusations. I completely understand the act she puts on. She doesn’t want the sympathy of others, but I’ve got to know her since we met, and the act isn’t that strange. She just exaggerates what’s already there to make it larger than life. I don’t think I would have warmed to her so much if that wasn’t the case.

Ritsuko looks to be in a whole mess of emotions. She’s clearly struggling to accept what I have to say and is upset that I’m pushing back against her concerns. She also seems embarrassed by the idea that she may be judging someone based on things she doesn’t fully understand.

I give her a moment to think about it and she seems to come to some sort of compromise.

“Maybe I don’t understand everything,” she says. “But I don’t like how close she’s gotten to you. It’s only been what? Two months? And she came up to us yesterday acting like she’s been your best friend forever. She doesn’t know you. She’s only just met you.”

This statement doesn’t hit me as hard as it could have. I’ve been expecting something like this ever since my talk with dad and mom his morning. It is a relief that I don’t have to be the one who has to bring it up.

“And you think she’s replacing you?” I ask. “That I’ve left and found someone else to be the new you?”

“No,” she says, but I can see from the tears welling up that I’m exactly right.

I can feel the same happening to me as well.

I shift closer to her before continuing.

“That won’t happen,” I say. “I’m just making new friends, and she’s one of them. That doesn't mean I don’t need you.”

“Well, that’s how it feels,” she says. “We basically stopped talking once you left. I know we couldn’t see each other, but it just didn’t seem like you were interested in having anything to do with me anymore. You’d moved on.”

“I didn’t know you saw it like that,” I reply. “It just seemed weird calling each other all the time. We were separated and it just didn’t seem the same. It was easier to not go through all of that than to pretend that nothing had changed.”

“I would have liked for us to have kept talking,” she says. “It might have been different, but even if it was just the occasional check in, it would have been nice to know that everything was okay. Instead, you just faded away, and when you come back you’ve got other friends that seem to think they’re better than me.”

“Did it really come across to you like that?” I ask.

“Rei definitely doesn’t like me,” she says. “I know I didn’t do anything to help the situation, but she was definitely set against me even before we started butting heads.”

“Why do you think that?” I ask. “I’ll be seeing her tomorrow and I’d like to try and fix all of this if I can.”

“I’m not really sure,” she says. “I don’t know her, but there was something going on. As if she thought I didn’t know the truth about anything. Whatever I said, she seemed to know better. As you say, she’s been through things. Probably more than I have, but that doesn’t mean I’m naive or stupid.”

“I can see what you mean,” I say. “The two of you did disagree on a lot, and it did seem like it was more than her being argumentative just for the sake of it. Don’t you think you could have tried though? I was a bit out of it, but I know that you were happy to do the exact same thing she was doing.”

“She caught me off guard,” Ritsuko says. “I could have behaved better, but it all came out right there. My insecurities, her behaviour, and you being on those meds. It got the better of me and I got defensive.”

I’m glad that Ritsuko can see that she wasn’t at her best. It makes it easier for me to relax about what happened. There might still be some work to do, but it doesn’t look like it will be the disaster that it could have been.

“So, you think things could go better if she was a bit more honest and if I were actually lucid when the two of you were together?” I ask.

“Probably,” Ritsuko responds. “Though I think it will take a bit of time for us to get used to each other, even if she wants to.”

Ritsuko definitely distrusts Rei, but I can’t hold that against her.

“She just needs to understand that she doesn’t know everything, she continues. “She might have opinions, but hers aren’t the only valid ones.”

“I get what you mean,” I say. “And I’m going to talk to her about it as well. Yesterday went worse than I hoped, and I want to try and fix it. It would be nice to have friends that can stand to be around each other, even if they won’t get the chance to do it much.”

This whole talk has been something that I knew had to happen, but desperately wanted to get through. Now that I can see some result coming from it, I’m more than happy to move on. There’s only so much I can do when I only have one side of things to work with.

“Maybe we can have some fun now,” I say. “A big thing on the agenda was figuring out what happened, but that doesn’t mean we can do anything else.”

“You got any plans for us?” Ritsuko asks. “Or didn’t you think this far ahead?”

“You’ve got me on that one,” I say. “I’ve been so focused on one thing that I haven’t really considered what comes next.”

“That’s fine,” she responds. “It’s about the company, not what you’re doing that matters. I even said that yesterday.”

“You did,” I admit. “So, talking over the phone works for you?”

“Yeah,” she replies. “What do you struggle with?”

“It just missed so much of what I usually get out of talking to someone,” I say. “You can’t see their face, or judge how they’re reacting to something you said. It was after I arrived at Yamaku that I realized how important all those visual cues are.”

“Then we’ll have to get you practicing,” Ritsuko says. “I don’t want to scare you but, if you want to keep any of your friends once you leave school, you’re going to have to get used to talking to them over the phone.”

She’s right about that. In a way, this has been a wake-up call to that fact. I’ve got the chance to reconnect with Ritsuko, and I should try to do the same with my other friends. If something doesn’t change, I might lose them, and everyone from Yamaku once I move again to go off to university.

“You’ll have to show me how to get over that awkwardness,” I say. “I hate not knowing what’s going on when things go silent on the phone. It’s like every pause is an awkward silence.”

“Wow, you really are bad at it then,” she replies. “You almost sound like you’re not a teenage girl when you talk about all this ‘modern technology’.”

I jab her in the side with her elbow in response to her teasing and she bursts into laughter. The seriousness of before is gone and we can go back to just being two friends having fun as the day goes by.


The day goes much more smoothly with that out of the way. I hadn’t realized just how much pressure it had been putting on me up until now. The weight is gone now that I’ve addressed it. I’m sure they’ll still be some tough things to go over, but for now I can just enjoy myself.

We don’t spend too much time by the lake after that. It just feels right to move on from there. We have a few options of what we could do in the park, and we decide to head towards the museum as it’s an interesting attraction that also has a café attached to it.

We’ve been to the museum as part of a school trip, but it’s been a long time since then. Neither of us can remember much about the place. There are various displays to the museum that cover both history and folklore. Some of the signs even explain that a few of the exhibits change with the seasons.

While making our way through the museum, I do notice that there are plenty of areas that are dedicated to making the experience fun for young children. I’m glad to see that a place like this is making such an effort.

The café isn’t anything special. You get exactly what you’d expect from something that was just added on to the museum to give you something to snack on. As such, there isn’t anything on the menu that jumps out at me, so I end up having nothing but a cup of tea.

I don’t allow that to hold Ritsuko back and she ends up having a sandwich and a soda.

“It’s unfortunate that they don’t have anything for you,” Ritsuko says.

“I suppose so,” I reply. “But it could be worse. There are some people who are allergic to a whole bunch of things, and they basically aren’t allowed to eat out. The idea of catering to allergies isn’t really that common at most places I’ve been to.”

“Once we’re done here, we should probably head home,” she says. “I might be fine, but you still need to eat something. We can still enjoy the day even if we do it from home.”

That is true. We’ve got to have our fun outing for the day, so spending the rest of it at home won’t feel like a waste.


With our bill settled, we make our way back through the park. The shifting light has done a lot to change the atmosphere of the place. It really is amazing what tree cover can do to distort the sunlight.

That pleasant walk is followed by the not as impressive journey along the road back to the subway. It’s always a jarring change that you can go from being surrounded by trees to being hemmed in by concrete in just a few minutes.

The convenience of it is great though. I doubt trips like this would be possible if it wasn’t for the extensive public transport. The single bus route that connects Yamaku to anything else just doesn’t compare.

It’s only a quick trip until we’re nearly home and all that’s left is the final leg of the journey on foot.

We head for my house as I know there are some leftovers in the fridge that my parents won’t mind me having. It’s some chicken pieces from last night’s dinner.

“I don’t think there’ll be enough for two,” I conclude as I explain this to Ritsuko.

“It’s only fair,” she says. “Now I get to go without, just like you did earlier.”

It’s funny to see it that way and it’s helpful of her even though it feels weird to be the only one to eat. I’ll have to assume that this is how she felt at the café.

Once we’re there, I heat the food up and we head to the table. I’d like to sit somewhere more comfortable for Ritsuko, but I don’t want to make a mess of anything.

“You’re off to see those two,” Ritsuko says, as I begin to eat. “Giichi’s place, right?”

“Yes,” I say. “His family stays in Minato, so apparently he’s planning to take us to some of the local attractions.”

“I really should have asked more about his father,” she says. “I know it’s selfish of me, but they stressed how important it is to start looking at firms early. Students that have a place to do their articles set up in advance tend to have an easier time getting into the field.”

“You really are taking it seriously,” I say. “It’s weird to suddenly see one of my friends being so proactive about the future.”

“You think so?” she asks. “I would have thought everyone would be on about it with the end of the year so close.”

“Not really,” I reply. “Everyone I’ve talked to already knows what they want to do or doesn’t really care at all. You’re the first person who doesn’t fall into either of those categories.”

“Surely you must have some idea of what you want to do?” she asks. “You don’t really have much time to decide either. University application will be due soon.”

“I know,” I say. “And I have thought about it a bit, but nothing really resonates with me. I’d like to do something with the environment, or with people, but I always come up with just as many reasons as to why I shouldn’t do them. It really can get frustrating.”

“There must be resources to help you at that school,” Ritsuko says. “They seem to have everything else, so there must be some kind of career guidance.”

I’d never thought of that, but Ritsuko must be right. I can’t believe that they wouldn’t have anything in place to get us on the right path once we’ve left Yamaku.

“I’ll have to look into that,” I say. “It never even occurred to me.”

“You really can be funny sometimes,” she replies. “You can be doing so much, but you forget about the obvious things right in front of you.”

“I did have other things that I was worrying about,” I say.

“I suppose that is true,” Ritsuko agrees. “But do you think that’s going to change any time soon? With all your committee duties and probably a bunch of changes to your treatment coming up, you’re going to have to make time for it.”

“I know, I know,” I reply. “I promise that I’m going to work on it. Even without you encouraging me, I’m sure my parents will be bringing it up soon.”

“Saying that you’ll give it some thought is enough for me,” she says. “You can talk to me about it. I might not have the best advice, but I’ve got a lot of pamphlets about a lot of things lying around at home. Whatever you want to know, I’ve probably got something on it.”

After that, we move on to more mundane things as the afternoon flies by.

Eventually Ritsuko decides that it’s time to leave and give me time to prepare for tomorrow. I’ll need to get in touch with Giichi so that we can figure out exactly how all of this is going to work.


Once all of the plans for tomorrow are in order and Dad and Mom are back home, I have some time to go over some of these things with them.

They’re relieved to hear that I have at least begun to think about university and are happy to give me at least a bit of time to think things over on my own.

I also decide to fill them in on the day’s events.

“You were basically right about what was going on between those two,” I say to Dad. “At least from Ritsuko’s point of view.”

“How did that conversation go?” He asks. “I hope you’re still friends.”

“It wasn’t that big of a problem,” I say. “She just saw things a certain way and didn’t think it would lead anywhere good.”

“And you’ve talked her out of that?” He asks.

“I think she’s more willing to make things work,” I say. “I'll have to see what’s going on from the other perspective though.”

“Don’t let that take up too much of your attention,” Dad says. “You’re going on a bit of an adventure. Don’t let tomorrow get bogged down in trying to solve people's problems with each other.”

“I’m sure I can get it to work out,” I say. “Though I’ll have to test the waters first. See when the right time to bring it up is.”

“Don’t get to upset if it doesn’t work out though,” Mom adds. “You can’t win every battle. Things might have worked out today, but sometimes there isn’t some deeper meaning to people not getting along. Rei might just not like Ritsuko.”

“And I’ll have to accept that if that’s what it is,” I reply. “But I’m sure she isn’t that petty. Mischievous, but not petty.”

“Then I can only wish you the best,” Mom concludes.

I hope for the same as well. I’m also looking forward to what I might learn tomorrow. The Rei issue is one thing, but I’m just as interested in getting a look into Giichi’s life. I wonder how much I’ll learn visiting the house of someone as reserved as he is.


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Today’s journey is going to be an interesting one. One that also shows off the strange world Giichi seemed to live in.

We had been talking about exactly how today’s logistics would work and how long it would take to get to them on the train, but Giichi dismissed this idea immediately. Since I'd be leaving early in the morning, the crowds would be a nightmare and it might take even longer than normal to travel into central Tokyo.

This was when he had suggested that someone could pick me up. My silence at his suggestion had clearly shown my surprise at this idea, so he had been quick to assure me that it would all be fine.

Apparently, they did this quite often as a family, and that it was not unusual for them at all. The driver was someone they trusted completely, and it was unlikely that he would even try to start up a conversion on the journey.

It was sort of like a private taxi, without the huge fare that would normally accompany such a journey.

I hadn’t been entirely sold on the idea, but the thought of all the crowds on those packed trains made me accept the offer. It really is a relief not to have to go through all of that.

Because of that, I'm now the one saying goodbye to my parents as I'm leaving before them. Giichi had given me a precise time and, when I looked out the window, that is exactly when my lift arrives.

“Time for me to go then,” I say. “Still a weird feeling though.”

“At least you’re being treated nicely,” Mom says. “Don’t think I’ve ever had a friend who would do something like this for me.”

“They might have come to pick you up themselves,” Dad says to her. “But this definitely is something different.”

“Don’t cause any problems,” he says to me.

“I’ll try not to,” I say as I head out the door, leaving my parents to look out after me with scepticism at my statement.

As I walk out to the car, the driver gets out to open the door for me. He’s a relatively young man, dressed smartly even though it looks to be less of a uniform and more that he's simply formally dressed.

I consider everything I’m seeing as I reach the car. This is all definitely out of my league, but that’s based on feeling rather than anything particular that I see. The chauffeur service is obviously of the top, but everything seems to be chosen for its qualities rather than its price tag.

You would often expect to see something like a Mercedes in a situation like this, but the car that I get into is a Lexus. The interior of the car immediately shows that this is by no means a downgrade. It’s far more luxurious than any other car I’ve been in before.

“It shouldn’t be too long of a journey Miss Nakano,” the man says as I settle into my seat. “The traffic doesn’t seem too bad today.”

I don’t have any time to respond as he closes the door as soon as he finishes speaking.

There’s no divider between the front and back of the car, but I don’t try to start up a conversation with him when he gets behind the wheel. I don’t know the man and he doesn’t seem interested in speaking any further.

I do have to wonder what he’s thinking about. Being sent on a near hour long journey to pick up a schoolgirl. Maybe he thinks it’s weird, or maybe it’s just another day of work for him.


The journey is as uneventful as I expected it to be. I had plenty of time to watch the surroundings as we headed into Tokyo.

It isn’t often that I make this journey by car, so it’s interesting to see it from a different perspective. That is the limit of what makes it interesting, as it’s still rows and rows of buildings and advertisements on billboards that make up the majority of the journey.

We eventually make it to what I assume is nearly the end of our destination. Between the buildings that hem us in, I get the occasional glance of the Tokyo Tower which gets me wondering exactly where we’re going to end up.

Our journey finally takes us past the harbour, and I get to look out into the bay. A few more turns and we arrive at the base of a tall building. It’s surrounded by other buildings that rise further into the sky, but I’m still confident that it would get some good views from the higher floors.

My driver gets out and opens the door for me.

“We’ve arrived Miss Nakano,” he says.

I get out and look around, unsure about what to do.

“Please head inside,” he continues, noting my confusion.

I follow his suggestion and head for the doors standing at the top of a short flight of stairs.

There are large glass doors that slide open at my approach to reveal a large room with elevators at the far side. To my left is a desk with a man standing behind it. To my right is a sort of waiting area.

Looking at this, I see that Giichi is sitting there and has begun already to rise to his feet. He’s apparently been waiting for me for a while, as he seems to have been quite comfortable where he was.

“Good morning,” he says as he approaches me. “I hope you had a good trip. Rei’s still upstairs. She enjoys a late breakfast whenever she has the option to do so.”

I smile at his greeting and his revelation. I’m not surprised by that.

“The ride was fine,” I say. “Though I did feel slightly out of place. I still do.”

I say this while looking around at the entrance hall. It looks like a hotel lobby. An expensive hotel lobby at that.

“You can’t control where your parents decide to live,” Giichi says. “Don’t be intimidated by all of this. It’s just a different style to what you might be used to.”

Giichi doesn’t seem that worried about how I might take all of this. He is right though. Someone’s financial situation is one of the last things I’d consider judging them on.

“Let’s get going then,” I say. “I’m sure Rei’s waiting for us. Even if she’s a bit distracted by breakfast.

Giichi nods and gives one of his signature tight smiles before leading me towards one of the elevators.

When we enter it, I see that there’s a distinct lack of floor numbers. My staring prompt an explanation from Giichi.

“This keycard reader registers what floor you’re going to,” he says as he slides a keycard into the machine. He then presses the highest of three buttons. “Just in case you have to share the lift with someone. Privacy is a valuable thing.”

I can understand that.

There’s also no display to indicate the floors that we’re passing. There really is no way to tell what floor you might be stopping at.


When we do reach our destination, and the door slides open, I’m met with an amazing sight. Across from us, the walls are all glass. Tokyo spreads out all around us and the view from here is something to marvel at. We must be quite high up for something like this.

“We’re on the right,” Gicchi says leading me out of the elevator. “We do share this floor with three others, but it's not often that you run into any of them in the hallway. I doubt you'll won’t meet any of them on such a short stay, even though they’re nice people.”

I’m only half listening to him as I follow him out. Besides the views, the area we’re standing in now looks perfectly maintained. It seems to be some kind of entrance area for both apartments, so I’m guessing that the building might be responsible for the décor.

There’s plenty of pale marble and silver trim. All in all, it looks very lavish.

Giichi heads towards a large wooden door and with another flash of his keycard, it clicks open. It looks like hardly any effort is needed as he pushes it open and motions for me to enter.

What I assume must be their own private entrance hall is not as over the top as the hall we are stepping out of. It maintains a similar style but, rather than the marble, there are cream-coloured walls to greet us.

Rei must have heard us despite how quiet the door is because I can her calling from inside, shortly followed by her appearing around the corner.

“There you are,” she says, as she comes up to us. “You’ve got to come in and see all of this.”

For a guest, she seems awfully at home at Giichi’s place.

I look to him, and he gives me his signature look of suffering before nodding for me to follow our excitable friend.

“It really is insane,” she says, as she pulls me along. “I’d want a place like this too. If I was ever able to afford it that is.”

She pulls me into a large family room that connects onto a kitchen that is separated by glass panels. Once again, there are large windows that stretch along the entire side of the room that we’re standing in now. Outside I can see a balcony as well.

“It’s so fun watching everyone scuttling around down there,” she continues. “They’re like a colony of ants.”

I have to admit that what she has just pointed out is probably the last thing I would have thought of while looking out across the city.

“The first door that you can’t look through down there is the bathroom,” she says. “And I’m in the guest room next to it.”

She looks over at Giichi before continuing.

“He won’t let me in his room, and the one across from it is his father’s office, so you can’t get in there either. Believe me. I’ve tried.”

Giichi has definitely had his hands full dealing with Rei. He looks relieved that someone is here to take that duty away from him.

“Now let’s get upstairs,” Rei says. “This will be an experience.”

She leads me along and, sure enough, a staircase appears around the corner. Multiple floors in a building like this?

Once we’re up on the next floor. Rei heads towards the next door. Again, the glass lets me see what’s coming up, but it’s different once you step through.

We’re on the roof of the building. Right at the top. There’s a pool, some small gardens and plenty of space to relax or admire the view.

Looking back, I see that the interior of the apartment is hidden by some reflective coating to give privacy from the area that I expect the other residents must share.

My suspicion is confirmed when Rei continues.

“You can’t get too wild up here though,” she says. “It is a shared area, so you don’t want to get into any trouble up here.”

“I’m still not sure what she might try,” Giichi says from the doorway. “So, I give her enough space so that I’m not connected to it in any way.”

“You worry to much,” she calls back. “What do you really think I’m going to do? Attack someone?”

“No,” he replies. “But you never know.”

“He’s worried about their reputation,” she whispers. “Thinks I might try to go for a late-night swim. With nothing on.”

I cough at the suggestion.

“I wouldn’t though,” she quickly assures me. “I might like to have fun, but none of that is my style.”

I appreciate her clearing that up, though it wasn’t something I would, or even could, image Rei doing.

She like to have fun, but she isn’t a lunatic.

“I’ve done my duty now,” she says, heading back to the door. “He wouldn’t have given you the tour, so I had to do it for him.”

What she says strikes me as true. Although all of this is impressive, and just showing a visitor around might be seen as bragging, I believe that Giichi wouldn’t even have bothered to do what Rei just did. The whirlwind tour shows that Rei just thinks it’s all a load of fun while Giichi almost seems disinterested in his penthouse home.

I’d love to know more about how he sees all of this, but I think it would be rude to pry so early after my arrival.

“Let’s head back downstairs,” Giichi says. “We’ve got plans to make and I’ll need your input on things if we don’t want to waste time.”

The two of us follow him back to the family room and he gestures for us to choose a seat. That he doesn’t do the same is something I don’t miss.

“Before we do anything,” he begins. “I wanted to check if you’d like to stay the night. You’d have to share with Rei, but that shouldn’t be a problem. I’m sure the two of you would enjoy the time together.”

I have to first get over my surprise at the suggestion, but as I look up at Giichi, who is now slowly pacing across the room, I realise what his plan is.

He’s a devious one. Obviously, he realizes that Rei and I have things to discuss. He also understands that it might be difficult to naturally end up at a situation where he isn’t a part of our conversation. This offer is a way for that to happen.

Rei’s behaviour also indicates that we might need some private time to talk about this. The way she is now suggests that none of the issues between her and Ritsuko have stuck in her mind.

And if they have, she’s not interested in confronting them.

“That would be a great idea,” I say to both of them and Rei beams. “I should phone my parents about it though. What I’m going to sleep in might also be a problem.”

“That’s no problem,” Rei interrupts. “I overpacked, so I’m sure that we’ll find something for you to wear.”

I nod to her in thanks.

“I’d send your parents a message instead,” Giichi says. “You don’t need to freak them out by calling in the middle of work. They can see your message when they have time and get back to you about it.”

That is good advice. I don’t want to cause any unnecessary panic by not thinking about how things might initially be interpreted.

“I’ll do that,” I say. “But how about we hear some of what’s on our schedule for today first. It won’t take me long to send a quick message.”
“Rei put some thought into it,” Giichi says, and she frowns.

She doesn’t want to give away how much she was involved in the planning?

“Obviously you have to take a trip up Tokyo Tower,” he says. “The views from here are nice, but you’ll never hear the end of it if you go past it without going to the top.”

I guess you do have to do some of the classics while you’re here.

“And then we could go to the Hamarikyu Gardens,” he continues. “That’s entirely Rei’s idea. I can’t say that I see the appeal, but I’m sure that you’ll enjoy it.”

I wouldn’t mind that. If Rei approves of it, it must be good. I’d like to see how it differs from yesterday’s experience.

We’ll probably be leaving the emotional conversation out of the trip, but otherwise it might share some similarities.

“If you do end up staying the night, there’s an evening tour that gives you a completely different view of the city to the one you’re used to,” Giichi says. “Most people tend to head home by the time it starts to get dark, so it can be a rather fascinating time. I can get us to plenty of nice places, but you do need a guide if you want to visit the spots that would normally be closed to the public by the evening.”

It sounds like another good idea. Definitely Giichi’s. You’d need to be familiar with the area to know about those things. That he’s suggesting it also means that he doesn’t expect it to run too late.

“A warning though,” he says, almost as an afterthought. “If you stay over, you’ll be having dinner with my parents. They don’t always take to people the first time they meet them.”

“You don’t need to scare her,” Rei replies for me. “I know you like to talk about how tough your father is, but he’s perfectly well-mannered. I’m sure Hatsumi will be perfectly fine with the odd question from him.”

“Yes,” Giichi responds. “I’m not worried about that. I just feel it would be wrong not to bring it up. Meeting a friend’s parents for the first time can be difficult sometimes.”

It’s kind of him to say that. I don’t think there’ll be any problems though. If anything, I might be the one with more questions, although I’ll try to keep them to myself.

Giichi is very private and I think the rest of his family might be as well. They may live in luxury, but privacy is absolutely one of the goals of this building.

With everything for this evening has been sorted out, we head out into the hallway. It looks like I’ll be having some time to talk to Rei tonight.

Once we’re in the elevator, Giichi swipes his card before pressing the lowest button.

“The lobby seemed like the more inviting option for a first-time visitor,” he says to me. “We usually use the basement entrance that connects to the carpark.”

While I think about this fact, I examine the panel and notice that the middle button does look far less worn than the other two. They probably do replace them when they get too worn, but it shows see that Giichi statement is true.

When we arrive at the bottom and step out, I’m surprised to see my driver from before waiting. I wish I was able to figure out how Giichi had achieved that, I’m sure he’s been in sight the entire time and he hasn’t called anyone in that time.


Our journey is definitely a fun one and there are plenty of things that'll stick in my memory. I have been up Tokyo Tower before, but only to the main deck with its glass floor which can leave you feeling a bit shaky.

This time we go even higher. Up to the top deck which takes us far higher than I had been before. There are a few buildings that reach to a similar hight as the top deck, but it’s amazing to be level with or higher than everything around us. Only the Skytree in the distance sticks out above us, but that does nothing to stop the feeling of being above everything else.

The Hamarikyu Gardens are just as beautiful. They’re completely different to what I saw yesterday, with more freedom to wander among the trees, although that does become difficult the further you get from the paths. Maintaining order and space between the trees is clearly not the goal of the park.

The sea water pond with bridges connecting the various islands is an interesting concept and a fun piece of trivia, but it doesn’t really change the viewing experience much. It does however manage to maintain a style that could otherwise have disappeared hundreds of years ago.


The day out has flown by and it isn’t long before we were heading back to Giichi’s for an early dinner before completing the final leg of our journey.

When we get back, we’re still the only ones there, so Giichi suggests the two head off to Rei’s room so she can help me settle in.

The room she leads me to is rather spacious and I immediately see that there’s plenty of space for both of us. There’s another door across the room which I can only assume is another way out onto what must be another balcony.

This place really loves its balconies.

“Don’t worry,” Rei says offhandedly.” It’s locked from the inside. No-ones sneaking in while we’re sleeping.”

“You always manage to find the one thing I’m not thinking about,” I reply. “Is it a skill you practice?”

“I’m just keeping an eye out for any danger,” she says back. “That you don’t think about these things is the bigger problem. A young girl in a strange place should be more aware of her surroundings.”

Rei’s joking warning draws a chuckle out of me. While it may be somewhat true, she’s exaggerating things to try and get a laugh out of me. We’re probably as safe as it’s possible to be up at the top of this building.

We start trawling through the clothes that Rei has brought with her. There’s far more than even I think would have been overkill, so we do find some things that will work for me.

Towards the end of this search, we hear activity from the main room. There's another voice as well.

“That'll be Giichi’s dad,” Rei says. “And his mom probably.”

“Then we should go and greet them,” I reply.

The two of us head out into the family room and I get my first look at Giichi’s parents. They aren’t what I expect.

His father is short. Much shorter than I expected, but he’s also solid. Why is everyone that I’ve met with an unusual height so well built?

I can also see that he has a serious face and is used to frowning by the looks of the lines on his face. He’s smiling at the moment, but it’s not his usual expression.

His mother is just as peculiar, though not because there’s anything strange about her. Unlike the rest of her family, she seems completely normal. If anything, she might go unnoticed because of how normal she seems.

When standing next to her family, it ends up making her stand out.

“It’s good to meet you,” he says turning to me. “I’m Kenichi. This is my wife, Tomoko.”

I notice that he’s signing all of this, and I remember that Misha said that she’s deaf. They both bow slightly, and I quickly respond in turn. They’re much more formal that anyone I’ve met up until now.

“It’s good to meet you too,” I say, as I look around and I see that Giichi has taken over signing from his father. “Thank you for letting me stay here. It really is a wonderful place.”

“Think nothing of it,” he replies. “What’s the point of having the space if you’re not going to use it.”

His response is just as dismissive as Giichi. Neither of them really seems to care about what many people would consider a massive display of wealth. The usefulness seems more important to them.

“I expect that you’ll be needing something to eat,” he says. “It’s almost that time. Giichi, fetch the file. We’ve got to decide what we’re going to have.”

Kenichi turns to his wife, and they begin a silent conversation while Rei fills me in.

“They’ve collected menus from all the places nearby, apparently neither of them likes to cook so they just order whatever they want from the menu book they’re put together.”

I look at the massive kitchen and think about what a waste it is. I can understand them to some extent though, I never enjoyed the times I was responsible for cooking. It was too stressful. Thinking about all the things I needed to get right always left me with a headache when I was done.

Giichi comes back with what looks like a leather menu. The kind you’d find in a good restaurant. The only difference is that this one is very thick.

“You’ll find almost anything in here,” he says. “We spent a long time gathering up everything in the area.”

He sets it down on the table and flips it open. The first page is filled with a list of various styles of food. There are things from all over the world on this page.

I guess you would be spoiled for choice around here.

“Page 27 and 34 for us,” Kenichi calls. “We’ll have our usuals from them.”

“We know what’s in here very well,” Giichi says. “It’s really for guests to go through so that they won’t feel lost over what they can eat.”

“I just pick something at random,” Rei says. “Flip to a page and choose something that looks interesting. You’ll have to put a bit more thought into it though.”

“Anything I can help with?” Kenichi asks, having overheard what Rei said.

“What would you recommend that doesn’t have any carbs in it?” She asks him.

He ponders this question for a moment, stroking his goatee.

“What’s your opinion on steak?” He asks me.

“It’s great if it’s done properly,” I reply.

“And you’ll need a balanced meal to go with it,” he continues. “Page 14. Cheesesteak Stuffed Peppers.”

I’m not sure what that is.

I follow his direction and turn to the page he suggested. There are no images in this book, but the brief description does seem interesting. It reminds me of a sandwich but, instead of bread, everything is in oven-baked bell peppers.

It sounds so interesting that I’ll have to try it, just to understand exactly what it is.

Giichi gathers everyone else’s orders and then sends them off in a message.

“You met Daisuke this morning,” he says. “He’ll make sure it gets to us quickly.”

Another piece of the puzzle of how they can eat like this falls into place.

“How much does he do?” I ask. “And is he always on duty?”

“Yes,” Kenichi replies. “I know it may sound entitled, but having someone like him around really helps. I’d gladly help him find another job if he wanted to move to something with more regular hours, but there are a surprising number of people who like this kind of work.”

It’s interesting that he brings that point up. The strain of having to work such strange hours was the first thing I thought of, but, apparently, it’s a choice he made.

Maybe that’s why he’s so much younger than what I usually picture a driver to be?

That Kenichi is so ready to help him move on is another nice revelation. I might want to talk to him about Ritsuko. If there’s ever a reason for that to come up.


Dinner is a quiet affair. Apparently, talking isn’t something that happens when food is on the table here. Once we’re done, I admit that Kenichi’s suggestion was a good one, we head off to see the sights again.

Giichi’s right that it’s a totally different experience. All the lights in around us seem to come to life as the night approaches. The streets are also emptier, though I doubt that they ever go completely still.

The tour does turn out to be helpful, even though they seem to be there more as a human key rather than as a guide. We know Tokyo and Giichi is familiar with everything we come across. When a place has already closed, we’re let through because of our guide.

This goes on for a while, but we eventually make our way around to where we started and head back towards Giichi’s place.

Once we’ve returned, we say goodnight to Giichi’s parents. Even though they aren’t actually off to bed, we apparently won’t be seeing them again tonight. They each head towards their offices. His across from our rooms. Hers upstairs.

“Today’s been good,” Giichi says. “But I think it’s time for us to say goodnight as well. I’m sure the two of you can find plenty to talk about that I shouldn’t be there for.”

“Of course we can,” Rei replies. “You don’t need to know about everything.”

Rei doesn’t suspect what Giichi is referring to, so I feel slightly bad about what I might be about to do to her. She’s looking forward to a girl’s night and Giichi’s leading her into my ambush to discuss her behaviour.

It’s a peculiar feeling to think that Giichi seems to have figured everything out and is pulling the strings to reach a positive conclusion.

I’d almost be worried about it if I didn’t think what he was doing would help make things a little easier for me.

“Then I’ll get out of your way,” he says. “Hope the two of you have a good rest of the evening.”

With that he heads off to his own room and the two of us are left to do the same.

“Don’t just stand around,” Rei says. “I’m sure we’ve got plenty of things to keep us entertained without him.”

She pulls me towards the guest room, and I let myself get dragged along. Once we’re in there and Rei’s locked everyone out, she heads over to the bed and flops onto it.

“I might as well get this out of the way,” she says as she pulls off her shoes and starts to work on her socks. “All my attachments will need to come off, so we should probably get past that.”

“Maybe I should say something first,” I reply quickly. “You might want to be able to move about for it.”

“What secrets have you got for me?” She replies, smiling. “Do you think I might need to run away after you’ve told me. Don’t worry, I’m not that scared of whatever you’ve got to say.

“I wanted to talk about you and Ritsuko,” I say. “On Tuesday.”

“What about her,” she replies, with a faltering smile. “What happened that you want to talk about it?”

“I can see that you don’t want to go there,” I say. “But the way the two of you were butting heads really got to me.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” she says. “I just don’t take to strangers that quickly.”

“Giichi handled it better than you did,” I reply. “And I’d say you took to me quick enough. I might not have any other cases to go off, but we were friends after only a few meetings. And there was never any hesitation from you in any of those meetings.”

Rei’s sitting up straight now that she sees that I’m serious about getting to the bottom of this.

“Well, you were a special case,” she says. “You know how crazy it was that week. That day especially. I was in a bit of a state, and you happened to be there.”

“Oh. I’m just a convenience for you?” I say accusingly.

That was a bit of a slap to the face.

“No,” Rei says quickly, jumping to her feet. “That’s not how I mean it. I was in a bad spot, and you were there for me. I’m sure we would have become friends anyway. That just helped speed everything up.”

I’m take a breath to calm down as she desperately tries to show that I misunderstood what she said.

“That still doesn’t explain anything,” I respond. “You were openly antagonistic to each other. I had this talk with Ritsuko, and she was able to explain all of it form her end. She might not have had the best reasons for it, but at least I could make sense of it. What’s your reason for behaving the way you did.”

Rei begins to pace as she tries to work through the gauntlet I’ve thrown down at her.

“Do we really have to do this?” She asks. “Can’t we just go back to the fun topics?”

She sounds desperate and the pleading look on her face begs me to drop it, but I can’t.

“It can’t only be fun and games,” I say. “Friends have to be there for each other when things go wrong. They also have to deal with issues that they come across in each other. Why don’t you like Ritsuko.”

Rei stops pacing and stares at me.

“Because she’s not like us,” she says. “She doesn’t get any of this, and she showed it straight away. You didn’t look good, and she blabbed about what was going on. You don’t do that. No-one speaks for you about these things. If you don’t want to share, then someone shouldn’t do it for you.”

Is this really about privacy? I can’t believe that Ritsuko mentioning my medication could have led to this.

“She told you about the pills I’m on and you took it that badly?” I ask. “You can’t expect her to know everything. It wasn’t something I wanted to keep hidden either. I told her as soon as she needed to know about it. There was never a reason to bring it up around you. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have.”

“She shouldn’t have said it anyway,” Rei replies. “It doesn’t matter whether or not you would have. It’s not her choice to decide what others get to know. That’s how things go wrong.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. “I get that some people don’t want to share what they’re going through, but it won’t harm you if people find out.”

“You’re wrong about that,” she snaps back immediately. “First they share something small with a friend, then they’re telling people everything about you and you’re having to hide from people you’ve never talked to before who want to see the freak show.”

That sounds like its coming from personal experience. Who hurt Rei enough to cause that much hostility to someone she just met?

“Did you have a friend who talked too much?” I ask. “Where you made to feel like that because of what they did?”

Rei is clearly uncomfortable talking about this, but she pushes on with her explanation.

“She was there the whole time,” she says. “Coming to visit me in hospital every chance she got. No-one else came that often so you can imagine how closely I got to depend on her for her company.”

She sounds like a very good friend, but I already know where this story must go.

“I shared everything with her,” Rei continues. “Their failed experiments, my amputations, and my recovery. Once I was ready to go home, you wouldn’t know anything was wrong with me unless I let you in on it. Just like I’m sure you weren’t able to pick it up when we met.”

Rei has always been good at hiding her disability from the world.

“Anyway,” she says. “I got home and the first time I run into someone from school, they ask to see my legs. I didn’t know what to do. How did they know? Who told them? I couldn’t think about anything else. They kept badgering me and I eventually just had to run. I wasn’t that good on these things yet, so I fell a few times. They saw the first one and I could hear them laughing at me.”

“I’m so sorry,” I say, horrified. “How could anyone have treated you like that?”

“Because people are cruel,” she replies bitterly. “And they can’t understand what it’s like to be different. What it’s like to have so much of your life taken away from you. That’s not the point of this though. The point is that she told them all about it. Everything I told her in the hospital, she went and shared with the world. Everyone knew all about what was happening to me because I had a friend who didn’t understand that she should keep her mouth shut about what I told her.”

I’m trying to imagine something like that happening to me and I can’t do it. It must have been so traumatic for Rei, and I can completely understand why she might have trust issues.

“But Rei,” I start to say. “You have to know that not everyone will be like that. You experienced one of the worst things that could have happened, but not everyone would do something like that.”

“Can you tell who would?” she replies. “She was my best friend, and she ruined my life. There wasn’t anyone at that school or in my neighbourhood who didn’t know what happened. All because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.”

“Did you talk to her about it?” I ask.

I have to admit to myself that her situation doesn’t seem like one that could have been fixed by talking.

“No,” she replies. “I never spoke to her again. I transferred out of school, and we moved pretty soon after that. My parents could see what was happening to me and they got me out of there.”

“Rei,” I say. “You can’t treat everyone like that. You were in a horrible situation where everything came together to create the perfect nightmare. Something like that wouldn’t normally happen.”

“Would you take the risk?” She asks, looking up with tears in her eyes. “If someone’s shown that they’ll say something once, they might do it again. You can’t keep people like that around.”

“I can,” I reply firmly. “I don’t know what would happen if things ever got as bad as they were for you, but I’d like to try and stop something like that from happening without cutting people out of my life.”

Rei stays silent so it seems that she is at least listening to what I have to say.

“That’s why I talked to Ritsuko yesterday,” I continue. “It wasn’t about that, but we went over the problems that each of us had and we resolved them. Now I’m here talking to you, and I’d like to try and do the same.”

“What do you want me to do?” She asks as she sits down on the bed.

“You can’t make those decisions for me,” I say. “Your choice was taken away from you and it hurt you. That doesn’t mean you get to try and make my decisions for me. If I end up getting hurt because of it, that’s on me. You need to be the friend you wanted her to be and let me do things the way I want to.”

“Don’t say that I’m being like her,” Rei says.

The comparison has clearly hurt her.

“Don’t you think you are doing it though?” I ask. “What she did?”

I watch as Rei thinks about it and it’s clear that she’s facing some unpleasant thoughts.

“I suppose you are right,” she finally says, wiping away a tear. “I shouldn’t just do whatever I want. I need to let you decide for yourself.”

“You can still be yourself,” I say. “Just let everyone else do the same as well.”

I’m glad that we seem to have made a breakthrough in Rei’s attitude towards Ritsuko. Possibly towards a lot of other people as well.

“I guess I was being a bit of an asshole,” Rei admits. “I know that I can be a bit of a handful at times, but it’s not supposed to hurt anyone.”

“And I’m sure you don’t mean to,” I reply. “You thought you were doing the right thing and I had to speak up about not appreciating it. That’s how these things should go.”

“Doesn’t make it any less embarrassing to have your hypocrisy thrown in your face,” Rei mumbles. “I feel terrible about behaving that way. How could I not have seen it?”

“Because you’re hurt and that clouds your judgment,” I say. “Have you ever talked about this before?”

“No,” she replies. “It’s something I’d much rather burry in the past.”

“Well, I’m glad you told me about it,” I say. “Maybe we can come back to it one day? It isn’t good to keep things bottled up.”

“One day,” she says. “Some time in the future though. I only want to think about depressing things very occasionally.”

“Fair enough,” I reply. “Though I do have an idea if you’re up for it.”

“What?” Rei asks.

“Now that I’ve come to visit the two of you, how about you come to stay with me?” I suggest. “I don’t think I’ll be able to invite Giichi. We don’t have the space, but you could come stay a night.”

“You’ve got something planned,” Rei says, narrowing her eyes.

“Maybe,” I reply. “I want the two of you to make up. Things ended badly and it would be a relief to fix that. You took to Cho and Nanami just fine. Maybe you could try the same with Ritsuko?”

“I can,” Rei replies. “But I’ll be doing it for you, not because I’m looking to make more friends.”

“I can live with that,” I say. “I’m sure that it’ll work out though.”

With that, we can turn away from our issues. It’s getting late and I’d rather not be left tired tomorrow morning.

“I’m going to go get some water to take my pills,” I say. “See you in a minute.”

I started to carry an emergency bag with me the day I got back to my parents. It’s a good thing too, as I was able to cover being away from home without time to prepare.

Once I’m done with that, I head back to my room, and I get to see a side of Rei that she usually keeps hidden. The jackets, the gloves, the trousers, and stockings are all gone.

She’s sitting there in pyjama shorts and shirt.

I have to admit that I take a moment to process it all.

Her prosthetics are sitting next to the bed in a neat line and she’s looking at me expectantly.

“This is me,” she says plainly. “Without all the extra’s.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I reply. “You’re still the same person you were two minutes ago. Don’t let anyone try and tell you otherwise.”

“Thanks,” she replies quietly.


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