Scene 5: Unwelcome Reflections and the Girl Left on her Own
Chapter 2: Building Tension
It’s amazing how a lot of really small concerns can build and build and build. After Hisao joined in, the four of us had a short conversation before Mom reached her limit and went back to the car, then Lilly and Akira left to finish unpacking.
Hisao and I took a short walk through the campus garden together and that’s where things got weird. Hisao seemed perfectly normal, which was nice until it wasn’t. In a flash of clarity that all but ruined the afternoon, I realized he was doing what I did - do? - when things were bothering me: act perfectly normal when clearly nothing is until whatever’s bothering you vanishes with the wind.
He called me cute, which was really, really nice but the sinking feeling only got worse when he made a joke about being his parents’ “broken son”.
I got pretty mad about that, but I think I hid it well. I was hopeful that maybe that was what he was hung up on but he apologized and moved on so quickly that I knew it wasn’t.
As I’m getting in the car I look up to say goodbye to Hisao and my heart stops. Why’s he so pale? I squeeze his hand reassuringly, “Hisao?”
He glances up at me. His eyes are unfocused and he seems lost in another world, just like Akira said. He forces a smile after catching onto my worry. “I’m fine. Just gonna miss you is all.”
I want to believe him - I really, really do - and hearing him say that makes my heart skip a beat, but then it sinks. I know that fake smile, and that look, and that tone.
I know that lie.
“You sure?” A vain attempt.
He nods. Hisao’s clearly hiding something. The question is, what? “I’ll call you after we get back to my house.” Just about everything he is doing feels extremely forced. It can’t be his heart, can it? He’d say something if it was.
I thought – no, hoped that maybe Akira was right and that Lilly and I were just worrying too much, but he’s not telling me something. He’s not talking to me. Why won’t he tell me what’s wrong? Or at least that something is wrong.
I do my best to give him a genuine smile. “I’ll be waiting,” and I will be. His eyes flicker towards the ground. He can’t even look straight at me. It was just a momentary slip-up, but it confirms everything. He’s hiding from me. Or hell, maybe I’m reading into it too much now. I don’t know. This is stupid.
I roll the car window shut. Hopefully I held back the tears long enough that he didn’t see them.
We start pulling away and he yells something from outside, but I don’t catch it. I glance at him one last time before we go over the crest of the hill. He hasn’t moved an inch. What aren’t you telling me, Hisao?
I thought we were past this.
I lean my head back, and look at the roof. Then I pull my knees towards my stomach and hug them.
Doesn’t he trust me?
Resting my head on my legs, I turn to look out the window. I watch as trees and benches and lamp posts and buildings and bus stops and everything else speed by in a growing blur of color.
I trust him. I finally trust someone on the outside again.
So why…“Why can’t he trust me?”
Mom’s hand rubs my back, and the dam breaks. I don’t even know what exactly I’m crying about. I hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I fucking hate it. This is what I get for letting someone in. Or maybe this is just punishment for everything I’ve done until now. Maybe I deserve this.
It hurts.
It hurts like hell.
The rest of the ride home is quiet. By now Mom knows whether I need space or if I need someone to talk to and this is definitely the former.
After we get home I retreat to my room and she doesn’t stop me. I wonder if Mom thinks it’s all just because he’s going to be away for a while or if she’s caught on to what’s really going on and I don’t know which I’d prefer.
I take off my carefully-chosen outfit and drop it on the floor. The last thing to come off is the pink hair ties. I stare at them for a moment before throwing them across the room.
He didn’t even notice. This is all so stupid. I think I just want to sleep.
My eyes crack open and I rub them clear. I grab my phone to check the time and for any missed calls. Nothing yet, but Hisao should be home at this point. He said he’d call me when they got back so I guess I’ll just have to wait.
There’s about an hour until the sun sets. Normally I’d be leaving to go on my evening run right about now.
That’s depressing.
…
I shake my head. No more of this shit, Emi! You don’t lie around all day wallowing in self pity, not anymore. Could it be better? Of course. But it could also be hell of a lot worse, and you know that more than anyone. You don’t deserve this. That’s fucking dumb.
I was probably- definitely overreacting to everything with Hisao earlier.
Thinking back to that first crash all those years ago, I was pretty exhausted too. Obviously I had to deal with recovery for my legs and well… not having Dad around, but those were draining in completely different ways. That’s probably all it is; it’s been a long couple of weeks, Hisao’s a little shaken, and just plain tired. I get that. I’m sure he’s fine. We’re fine.
It’s also probably why he hasn’t called yet. Chances are he fell asleep. The alternative is that he forgot, which is unlikely, or his parents surprised him with dinner, which is also not likely since he mentioned they had work tonight.
I was asleep for a lot longer than expected so I’ll be up for whenever he finally calls. Speaking of the time, I bet Mom’s back from shopping.
I could call her name but I don’t want her to worry and the encroaching evening commands silence. I wheel myself into the living room and find my mom, slumped over in her chair. I taste bitter fear for a moment before I see her chest rising and falling rhythmically.
In the twilight-filled kitchen beyond, an army of grocery bags clutter the floor. Sifting through them, it looks like Mom put away the perishables before taking a nap of her own.
Jeez, Mom. You need to take care of yourself too.
I get to work, putting things away. It feels like I’m running an obstacle course as I pick my way through the crowded kitchen, but the job gets easier as I clear more and more of the floor. At first, I thought about going to get the basket I use for showering but I just used an empty grocery bag, which works just as well for moving several small items around at once. The big ones I balance on my lap and the heavy ones, like the bag of rice, can stay right where they are. It takes me far longer than I’d like but I get to the last bag just as Mom stirs a bit in her chair.
She smiles dully at me, eyes half-shut. In a voice thick with sleep she says, “You didn’t have to do that, honey. I was going to get to it once I was done resting my eyes.” She’s looking better than earlier at least.
I shrug. “I needed something to do anyways.” Usually I’d make a jab at her about being lazy, but it doesn’t feel right today.
Mom stretches some more, stands up, then comes to the kitchen. “I’ll finish up here.” She reaches for the bag, but I hand her a single thing instead. She doesn’t say anything, but I catch a yielding smile as she turns away.
Together, we put away the rest of the groceries. I hand things to her and she puts them away on the shelves I can’t reach. Soon, I tell myself.
“You feeling better now?”
“Yeah, I’m fine now.” I stare at the last item from the bag: a jar of spices that goes in the upper cabinets.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“So, I’m assuming it’s more complicated than it seems.”
I nod.
Mom offers her hand. “Then I’ll be here when you’re ready.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I hand her the jar to put away.
She smiles and puts it away, then pulls out a pan. “How’s omurice for dinner sound?”
“Good! If you can manage to keep the omelet in one piece this time, that is.”
“Oh you shush, I’m the one cooking remember?”
“Dead man’s switch. If I don’t personally report back in two hours time they’ll be locking you up for good.” That’s what a dead man’s switch is, right?
We glare at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing. I’m glad we’re able to joke around with each other like this already. It took a lot longer last time.
I gather what ingredients I can reach, then return to my room to let her cook in peace.
Still no Hisao.
To pass the time I pull out the sci-fi book he hyped up a few days ago. My eyes glide over the words blankly and I spend more time re-reading than making any actual progress. This happened last time I tried too. Sorry Hisao, I don’t think this one’s for me.
Setting the novel aside, I turn to my old flame: manga. I’ve been trying to get caught up on my second favorite series so I can start the next volume.
I just hope it has a better ending than the anime-adaptation that finished last year. They had to do an “anime original” ending since the manga’s not done. It was okay, but something was missing. The manga’s path is already a lot better though. Maybe they’ll remake the anime one day with this version of the story. I hope so.
If prosthetic limbs were as advanced in real life as they are in that world then life would be a hell of a lot cooler. I can already picture the school filled with half-metal students. We’d have to have an entire building dedicated to the mechanics needed for their maintenance. I giggle at the image.
I mean, just imagine what I’d be able to do with full-metal legs that flexible! Imagine what Rin could paint! Actually… she’d still probably use her feet and mouth and just use the hands to move stuff or hold coffee. She’d be like an octopus!
The plot of the current volume has slowed down, which I don’t mind because I can tell they’re laying the groundwork for something big.
I’m looking forward to the payoff, but tonight I’m not feeling it. My own mood is somber and I don’t want to read about reflections of war, even if my favorite character’s sister is about to be introduced.
Instead I pick up something more comforting. A series called, ‘The Magician's Code.’
Considering one of the main target audiences for it are mahō shōjo fans, it tends to have a lighter mood, and that’s just what I need right now. It does have its more serious moments due to the fact that it’s not explicitly a mahō shōjo, as it’s more along the lines of a typical fantasy with magical girl elements at the forefront, but we’re not in one of those arcs right now.
The main draw is its power system, which has all the typical layers of complexity you’d normally expect, but then there’s this one final aspect to it that I especially like. Above all else, if a skilled enough magician in the story is able to coordinate their attacks in a specific rhythm, they can cast an even stronger spell by the end. A spell within their spells. And how do they do that? Through Wabun. As the reader you can even catch on to what type of spell they’re casting if you pay close enough attention, so I decided to learn it for that specific purpose. Sometimes it’s the type of spells they’re casting that’s the hint, or it’s hidden in the sound effects around the page, or it’s based on the speed of their attacks and so on.
Who knew I’d ever get to use it in real life?
Just as I start to get into it my phone rings. I close the manga and take a look outside. The sun is getting low in the sky. I pick up the phone and tease, “Took you long enough, Hisao.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but I am not your boyfriend.” Her voice is very different over the phone, so much so I almost don’t recognize it.
“Lilly! Sorry- I was expecting…”
She titters. “Don’t worry, that much was clear. I figured I’d take you up on the offer to hang out if it still stands. How’s this weekend sound? If you’re free of course - I don’t want to impose.”
I collect myself after the surprise. “Oh no, I’m not busy. What were you thinking? A run perhaps?”
I can almost imagine the pout on her face as she says, “Please tell me you weren’t taking my sister seriously.”
“Hahaha! Don’t worry. I‘m just kidding. Probably.” I know others don’t find running as fun and therapeutic as I do. Few do, and Lilly probably isn’t one of them so forcing her to do something she wouldn’t enjoy seems wrong. “Did you want to meet at the Shanghai or something?”
“I like the Shanghai, but I was hoping we could do something more… intimate.” My heart skips a beat and I flush a little. Something about the way she said that word, which she definitely doesn’t mean in any way beyond familiar and private… close and together – at which I shiver again. She knows I’m in a relationship! I know I’m in a relationship! Besides she doesn’t… and I don’t…
“If you would prefer the Shanghai,” while I’m cooling myself down, Lilly keeps talking, “... we can – of course – meet there. I thought it might be nice to have a tea party in my room–” another squirm – “Hanako tells me they’re quite nice.”
Her and Hanako…? No! I need to lay off Mimuro’s manga recommendations – this is completely innocent.
“A t-tea party?” And speaking of Mimi- Ah! Later!
“Does it sound that scary?” She giggles. “You don’t have to wear a fancy dress; Hanako and I usually wear our pajamas.” A pause in which my stomach turns over. “You can think of it as a sleep-over where we happen to be drinking tea, if it helps.”
No, no it doesn’t!
Lilly must take my silence for reluctance. “I know it’s out of the way for you, but Akira can pick you up. She can even take you home if you do not want to stay. She said she should have the night off so she’ll be able to join us.”
I give my head a shake and pull myself together. All we’re talking about is a tea party. There’s nothing else happening except someone who seems to want to be my friend inviting me to a tea party. And what the hell, why not? “Sure then, I’d be happy to join you. Sounds like it could be fun. Do I need to bring anything?”
“All you need is to come dressed in something comfy.” Which means something casual. Nothing more.
“Then I’ll do that.” I can hear Lilly beaming into the phone. As we settle the when and where, I am reminded that Lilly is just a floor below myself and Rin.
Speaking of Rin, I didn’t check on or even see her earlier. I think that must’ve been the first time in a long time I had been on campus without running into her, deliberately or otherwise. I wonder how she’s doing. Without me nagging her to do the laundry she tends to forget. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s run out of clean clothes or – more likely – she got so focused on a painting again that she just ends up sleeping in her clothes. The thought makes me giggle.
The phone must’ve picked it up because Lilly asks, “Did I say something strange?”
“No, no, sorry. Just had a funny thought. You haven’t seen Rin at all, have you?”
“Hmm. No, I haven’t run into Rin yet,” Lilly says after a pause, “but Ooe and I were discussing who had stayed over the summer and she did not mention Rin. Do you want me to go looking for her?” Ooe? That name sounds familiar, but I can’t place it. Lilly’s insistence on using people’s family names even at Yamaku would be less annoying if she were at least consistent with it.
“Nah, I’m not worried about Rin. She knows what’s what and I’ll visit her sooner or later.”
“Oh? Perhaps you have an idea as to where she went in that case?”
Since when was Lilly interested in Rin’s whereabouts? I wonder if she’s ‘adopting’ Rin and I now, the way she did Hanako. On one hand it’d be a welcome boost to our social status, on the other I’m not sure I like the picture it’d paint. “She said she might visit her parents over break – that, or she went and worked on that art exhibit she was talking about.” I know which I’d have preferred but I wasn’t going to force her.
“And she didn’t tell you before the break started?”
I giggle. “She didn’t tell me because she probably didn’t know for sure yet what she wanted to do. If she is visiting her parents she’ll probably be back soon.” It’s probably not worth thinking too hard about.
“And what about the art exhibit? I did not believe she was… interested in exhibiting her art.”
“Well, she wasn’t at first, but her teacher really wanted her to do it. He said it’d be a good thing for Rin, so I tried knocking some sense into her.”
“Hopefully in a reasonable way and not the same way you knocked something into Hisao.”
“Oh- you actually remember that?” I forgot Lilly was there for that. Not my proudest moment.
Lilly laughs. “He brought it up last week when Akira and I visited him.”
“That jerk. He’s definitely gonna get it for that!”
“Please don’t hound him on my account. It would be difficult to forget seeing as it’s one of the few times we’ve talked.”
“If you say so.” My cheeks burn a little, but I continue, “So Saturday it is then? Looking forward to it!”
Either Lilly doesn’t catch my change of subject or she lets me get away with it. Knowing her, I have a feeling it’s the latter. “Yes, Saturday works wonderfully for me. And you won’t have trouble getting here by four?”
“I don’t see why I would; there’s a bus around then. Which means it’s officially a date!”
“Oh my! What would Hisao think?” Damn, I was hoping she would be more flustered by that comment. That must’ve been too vanilla. I was playing it safe because it’s Lilly I’m working with here and I didn’t want to overstep, but it looks like I’ll have to step up my game instead. Also, is she okay with that sort of thing then? Maaaybe it was just too tame either way…
“He’s screwing around with the Nurse, so it’s just payback.”
“What!” There it is! Lilly’s voice cracks, which must be a first. Not to mention that reaction time. Must be a record for Lilly!
I explode into a loud fit of laughter. Lilly doesn’t make a sound on the other end of the line and I worry maybe I went too far after all, so I force myself to calm down. “I’m kidding, it’s an inside joke.”
“I’ve never heard such jokes about the Nurse like that.”
“Then you haven’t been around him enough, so you can count yourself lucky.”
“Well, in that case I look forward to our… revenge party, Emi. Thank you for accepting the invite.” Lilly’s taking it well it seems. I was worried for nothing. We might be able to get along after all.
“Thanks for inviting me! This’ll be fun.”
“I certainly hope so. Speaking of your boyfriend, weren’t you expecting a call from Hisao?”
I look out the window. The sun’s dipping into the horizon. “I think he might’ve fallen asleep but yeah, I was expecting a call.”
“Well then, I best not keep the line busy too long. Until Saturday!”
“Thanks Lilly, see you then!”
We hang up and I reach for my manga. I’m halfway through the first page when my phone rings again. This time I make sure to look at the number before picking up. There he is. “You’re late, Hisao...”
Turns out Hisao has had a hell of a day too. His dad dropped ‘a bombshell’ – as Hisao described it – on him: his friends know he’s in town and Hisao thinks they’re gonna show up at his doorstep. It might be a good thing for him to talk it out with them.
I hope it goes well for him. I’ve seen it go both ways for people at Yamaku.
As the call goes on we start teasing each other and the nagging sensation that something is wrong comes back. It feels normal. Too normal. Is this how Hisao felt before we talked about Dad? A growing, invisible tension building up in the background with every word. I can’t relax at all. And this is what I put Hisao through? Maybe… maybe I really do deserve all of this.
And the fact I did this and then some to… well, I can’t imagine going through this for months on end.
Hisao comments that Lilly and I are an odd couple and I have to hold back a snicker from our earlier joke. We just never ended up talking much since she was on the student council and I am- was- will continue to be on the track team. Not to mention being in two entirely different classes.
Plus she has Hanako to deal with, though she did that to herself. Lilly’s motherly streak meant Hanako latching onto her like a child was almost inevitable. Wait, wasn’t Lilly planning on leaving? Where would that put Hanako? I mean, they’ve only been friends for the past year and a half so Hanako was getting by without Lilly, but I don’t think I ever saw her talk to anyone before then. Who knows, maybe she’s changed since then.
This weekend will also give me the chance to see what Lilly’s like outside of school too, which is exciting. She’s always so measured and slow at school! She walks slowly and talks slowly but I know she’s not thinking slowly. It makes me feel sleepy, like what I think hypnosis would feel like, and then she hits you with something sharp and wakes you right up.
I suspect there’s more to her than that; there’s always more to learn about people, as I’m discovering the hard way.
I’ve been involuntarily tapping on the desk for a while, but stop once I find an opportunity to tease Hisao. I playfully snap back at Hisao. “Oh shut it. Jerk. I can be friends with whoever I want.”
“I never said you couldn’t?” He chuckles nervously.
“Exactly!”
“Okay?”
“Yep.” I declare having rightfully won the conversation. Hisao starts to laugh and I can’t help but join in.
And yet… something is off. Maybe I’m just overthinking everything. I should just come out and ask Hisao what’s going on. Chances are it’s nothing and I’m sick of sitting here all day worrying for no reason. “Hey, Hi-”
His laugh peters off suddenly. “Huh?” He cuts me off in a way that makes me think something else caught his attention. I guess we’re not talking about it tonight then…
After he doesn’t elaborate for a few seconds I ask, “What is it?”
“Something just…” He pauses for a moment longer and my eye twitches. “Ahh. I see now.”
Has he forgotten I’m on the phone? My leg starts shaking impatiently. His inability to keep me in the loop is starting to get a little irritating. Am I still talking about this conversation? “I don’t.”
“I think I have visitors.” Hey, an answer! Huzzah!
“Oh?” Translation: Give me literally any more information.
“Mai and Shin are outside tossing rocks at my window.”
Like, in a movie? I thought that only happened in shitty rom-cons, kids movies, and really old books. “That seems… archaic.”
“It’s what we always used to do.” Also, doesn’t that scratch the window? I’m sure his parents can’t appreciate that too much.
Either way though it’s time for him to finally confront them. The fact they approached him first is a good sign, I think. “Looks like you’re gonna be going then.”
“Seems like it. Wish me luck?” I wince and force myself to forgive him for using that expression. He doesn’t know why I don’t like it and it’s commonplace and appropriate for the circumstances, like asking about the weather. Still doesn’t make it sting any less.
Whatever else is eating at the back of my mind can screw right off. “Don’t rely on luck. You’ve got this, Hisao!”
“Thanks. Talk to you later then?”
I really hope so - and I mean really talk. I guess ‘she’ really is awake again. “Yep. Love ya!”
“Love you too.” The line goes dead and I lower the phone onto the desk.
Then I raise my hands in front of me, inspecting them closely. They’re still dry from this past week’s weather and healing all those scratches. I move them to the sides of my head, then clap them onto my face hard enough to clear my head.
What am I on about?
I shake away the stinging in my cheeks. Hisao and I are fine. He’s got a lot on his mind, his body is in shambles, and he’s probably worried about me. I’m still not used to having someone worry about me like that beside Mom and Shige, but I’m starting to like it so long as it’s coming from him. And it’s not like it’s unjustified this time either. My leg is pretty jacked up and the last time he saw me in a wheelchair I was a mess.
Point is we are fine and I need to stop whining.
The urge to go for a run is hard to ignore when I start getting like this. How the hell do people sit inside and do nothing all day everyday? It’s been a week and a half and I feel like I’m going crazy already.
Reminds me of when I was going through physical therapy all those years ago and had no choice but to sit around doing nothing. I could barely sit still and it started affecting my mood. I had a short temper and would get frustrated more easily. Mom picked up on it, since it was around then that she brought me a stack of well-worn manga on a whim - or so I thought. She didn’t tell me at the time, but the truth is they were Dad’s. Apparently, he would hide in his little office nook and read them late at night when nobody was awake to interrupt him, so Mom thought it might help keep me busy and that I might like them too.
The one Mom brought me was the start of a popular Shonen Jump series about a goofy pirate crew searching for a specific piece of treasure, or something like that. It’s been a while since I read or watched any of it.
After that, It didn’t take long for me to get hooked on the stuff. I guess that first manga is probably where I got the idea of writing “pirate” down for my career survey. I think that one is still going at this point, and I’m probably a few hundred episodes behind in the anime. I guess I wouldn’t mind getting back into it now that I have some free time. Plus it helped distract me, which manga seems to still be able to do. That reminds me, I need to finish the first one I was getting into before the calls and this whole train of thought.
Just as I open the thing I am interrupted again by the sound of my mother calling me for dinner. I had almost forgotten about that. Almost. I shout back at her and close the manga for a third time tonight. I’ll get back to it later.
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Thanks to Stiles for editing! And special thanks for pushing the conversation with Lilly in a direction that I think is much more fun than I had it originally play out! I love how that scene came together and the implications/effects it does/will have.
This was also shorter chapter compared to what came before - about the same length as the previous one - and as I said, going forward this is about the length you should expect for the most chapters, but that being said, the next one will be a big one! Again, still a far cry from the earlier chapters, but it approaches my new "max length" that I intend to enforce going forward. Usually chapters of this length are reserved for chapters that have important conversations or events that simply can't be split up further. Hope you look forward to it!
As for this chapter, we finally get to see Emi's side of the phone conversation from Scene 3! This wasn't originally in my plans, in fact there was a point where I hadn't even necessarily planned alternate POV's, but I've said it before and I'll keep on saying it: this isn't just Hisao's story. I don't plan on repeating conversations and such often, in fact I want to try to keep that to a minimum, but sometimes there's enough of a difference from the other perspective to make it worthwhile and I believe this is one of those times. I believe it also helps keep the timeline easier to keep in order. Though, again, it is a technique I plan to use as sparingly as possible. It'd be somewhat hypocritical of me to do otherwise. Just wanted to get ahead of that, if anyone who had read my comment on Developments is here.
In any case, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and are ready for the next, and final chapter of Scene 5! Thanks for reading and all the fun comments! It's always a joy to see what people have to think on the events of the story.