Re: The Library Anniversarie Collection
Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 4:51 pm
Part 3, Mirage_GSM edition!
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Ups and Downs
Scene 1: Ups
With sure, swift movements, Hisao placed the last pieces, completing the puzzle.
He sat back and stared at the picture fondly. It was a custom-made puzzle, a gift from his wife, created from a photograph showing himself and his small family – the same photograph a larger version of which also graced the wall of his living room. Not that he spent all that much time there, his new teaching job taking up as much time as it did.
He’d eventually settled on literature instead of science. Mutou had been a bit disappointed by that, but he’d had talks about it with various advisors, and there’d been several convincing reasons for him to change his major:
For one thing he wanted to stay in the Sendai region if possible. His then girlfriend had found a place in a nearby university, and studying science would have meant to move away to Tokyo or even further to get into a good one.
Also, he’d found that his fondness for reading meant that by the time of his graduation his grades in literature were almost as good as those in science.
And there was a final reason he’d wanted to stay. He wanted to teach at Yamaku eventually, both because the medical facilities nearby were still a factor to be considered for his heart condition and because he thought his condition might make it easier for some students – like he himself had been – to open up to him. However there were no openings for science teachers at Yamaku for the foreseeable future. Mutou planned to teach for at least fifteen more years, and the only other science teacher was even younger.
The literature teacher, Mrs. Tsukamoto, however was due to retire just one year after he would finish university, and Mutou thought if he kept his marks up he would have a good chance to get the job. Right now things were looking quite good on that front. He’d studied hard in the last few years and finished in the top five percent of his year, and though the job he’d accepted after graduation was not all that interesting, he’d probably be able to return to Yamaku in just a few months.
Thinking back to his time in Yamaku stirred some fond memories, and on impulse he picked up his phone and dialed a number from memory.
The phone was answered after just a two rings. “Hello, Setou residence, Yuuko Shirakawa-Setou speaking.”
Hisao allowed himself an inward smile at the double irony of both Kenji accepting his wife taking a double-barrelled name and Yuuko asserting herself enough to convince him. “Hi Yuuko, it’s me, Hisao.”
“Hello, Hisao! We haven’t heard from you in some time. Should I get Kenji on the phone?”
Hisao checked his watch. “That won’t be necessary. He’s asleep by now, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he’s working an early shift tomorrow.”
“I just thought that it’s been some time since we last met, so I wanted to ask if you’d like to come over for dinner this weekend.”
“Well, we’ve got a friend of mine visiting next weekend, but if you don’t mind we could bring her along. You probably know her as well from Yamaku.”
“Yuuko, you know we always order pizza when you two come over, so one person more won’t be a problem. Who is it?”
Yuuko smiled. “I think I’ll make that a surprise, Hisao. Okay, I’ll tell Kenji tomorrow. See you next Saturday. The usual time?”
“Sure. Bye, Yuuko!”
As Hisao hung up the phone, he mentally went through the possibilities. A surprise visitor, huh? That might be interesting.
Scene 2: Downs
A peaceful morning at the beach. It was the first really warm day of the year, and though it wasn’t really warm enough to bathe yet, many people had come out to enjoy the sun, and children played in the sand.
One of those children was Aki who had just turned two the week before. She had taken him out to play with a friend this morning, while she herself was chatting with that friend’s mother nearby.
Suddenly the water began receding into the ocean.
Everything went quiet. Children and parents alike stared out at the water confusedly.
Then the first people realized what was happening.
Eyes widening in horror, she hurried over to Aki. By the time she had fastened him securely in his sling the water was already coming back and rising quickly.
She started to run as fast as her legs would take her, but it wasn’t fast enough. Inexorably the water gained on her, reaching first her ankles, then her knees, then her hips… until finally all that could be seen was her mouth screaming silently against the heavens…
Hisao awoke with a scream of his own. He sat up on his futon and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart.
The nightmares had become less frequent recently, but the events of that day haunted him still and probably would for the rest of his life.
He hadn’t been there that day. Exams had been coming up, and he’d had to study, something he had blamed himself for over and over, even if there would have been nothing he could have done except die with them – something he had contemplated for a short time but dismissed as an illogical reaction.
Of course it couldn’t have happened like that. The earthquake would have come a few minutes before the water, there would probably have been sirens to warn people of the flood…
But apparently nightmares didn’t care much for rational thought.
Hisao sighed and fell back onto his futon. From experience he knew that he wouldn’t get another wink of sleep that night.
Best get ready for the day…
Scene 3: And Ups?
Hisao sat on the couch in the living room and checked his watch again.
There hadn’t been much for him to prepare. He always kept his small apartment tidy, so he’d quickly gone over the shelves with a duster and taken a short trip to the convenience store at the corner to restock the fridge.
He’d managed to take a short nap in the afternoon, so he hoped he didn’t look quite as horrible as he had this morning.
They should be here any min…
The doorbell rang out, and he sprang into motion. As he opened the door he came face to face with Kenji carrying a large basket.
"Hey, Hisao. Nice of you to have us over again.” Kenji was grinning like a five year old who had just been told there was going to be a second Christmas this year. “I’ve brought the whiskey, do you have the pretzels?”
Hisao couldn’t help but smile himself. “Of course. And also Yuuko’s favourite cookies. Speaking of whom – where is she?”
“She’s looking for a parking space. You know I can’t drive with those,” he pointed to his glasses, “and she told me to go ahead and bring up all the stuff.”
He slipped out of his shoes and into some slippers, squeezed past Hisao, through the living room into the kitchen and started unpacking the basket. “There’s a cake Yuuko baked for you, and some ice cream for dessert – you should probably put that into the freezer – and of course the whiskey. That should go in the freezer, too.”
Hisao had followed Kenji into the kitchen and was just finished stowing away the gifts when he heard the doorbell again. “Just come in,” he called out, “I didn’t lock the door.”
Together they returned to the living room, which Yuuko had just entered together with a young woman – a woman Hisao recognized. She’d dyed her hair a light brown, and she had a few more freckles than he remembered, but they’d been in the same class for almost one year.
“Suzu! I should have guessed it was you. You were in Yuuko’s lit club weren’t you?” He walked over to her and greeted her with a slight bow, then went over to Yuuko, who pulled him into a short embrace.
Suzu returned the greeting. “Uh, yes. Yuuko makes sure to keep in contact with all the members of the club, and we visit her sometimes. Except for Leon… You remember the guy who was sitting next to Takashi in class and whose real name nobody could pronounce? He simply dropped off the face of the earth, and nobody seems to know where he is.”
After this torrent of words Suzu fell silent. Hisao led his guests over to the table and offered them a seat. “So what have you been up to since graduation?”
“Well, I went back to Kyoto to live with my parents and study literature. I also write a small column for a newspaper reviewing new books. It doesn’t pay much, but I can work at home. I’m still not quite up to a nine-to-five job, because… Well, you know about my narcolepsy. It’s mostly under control nowadays, but mentioning it is still a sure way to cut short a job interview.”
She let her gaze wander across the room, finally coming to rest on the picture at the wall across from her. “That is…”
Hisao didn’t need to follow her gaze to know what she was looking at. “Yes.”
“Hisao, I’m so sorry. When I heard what happened…”
She was interrupted by Kenji’s cheerful interjection. “So, is anybody up for pizza?”
***
Yuuko returned from the kitchen where she had just finished cleaning the dishes and putting away the empty pizza boxes.
Kenji had been asleep in his chair for a while now – as he usually was after a few glasses of whiskey. Hisao had been chatting to Suzu quietly so as not to wake him, but it seemed the two of them had also fallen asleep now. Suzu’s head had come to rest on Hisao’s shoulder.
Smiling, Yuuko gathered the last of the glasses when Hisao started awake at the soft clinking. He looked around in confusion but relaxed when he regained his bearings.
Yuuko put the glasses back down and instead took a seat in the chair across from Hisao. “So, Hisao, now please tell me how you’ve been doing.”
His first instinct was to deny it, but one look at Yuuko’s expression convinced him otherwise. “Is it that obvious?”
She sighed. “Kenji’s sight is not good enough to notice, and Suzu doesn’t know you as well as I do… But to me it is. Still the nightmares?”
“I don’t have them as often as I used to. I didn’t get much sleep tonight, though. I guess it shows.”
“Still, it’s good to hear that you are getting better… Have you thought about starting to date again?”
Hisao shot her a tired look. “I appreciate your concern, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. I…” He shot a glance at Suzu who was still leaning against his shoulder, and his eyes narrowed. “Is that why you brought her along? Because if it is…”
Yuuko raised her hands and shook her head emphatically. “No, no. It was really a coincidence that she was visiting us this weekend. She just got out of a relationship herself, and at the end… Let’s just say the end was not pretty.” Another sigh. “In fact I thought she needed to get out of her house more than you do.”
“Really?” Hisao yawned fighting off whiskey-induced sleepiness, “I didn’t notice anything off at all.”
“Oh yes, this is the most normal I’ve seen her in weeks. Maybe…” She trailed off, noticing that Hisao had fallen back to sleep.
For a moment she watched her three sleeping friends sitting around the table. It would be a shame to wake them.
Yuuko got up, searched the shelf for a book to read and settled back into her chair. Maybe bringing Suzu along would turn out for the best after all…
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Ups and Downs
Scene 1: Ups
With sure, swift movements, Hisao placed the last pieces, completing the puzzle.
He sat back and stared at the picture fondly. It was a custom-made puzzle, a gift from his wife, created from a photograph showing himself and his small family – the same photograph a larger version of which also graced the wall of his living room. Not that he spent all that much time there, his new teaching job taking up as much time as it did.
He’d eventually settled on literature instead of science. Mutou had been a bit disappointed by that, but he’d had talks about it with various advisors, and there’d been several convincing reasons for him to change his major:
For one thing he wanted to stay in the Sendai region if possible. His then girlfriend had found a place in a nearby university, and studying science would have meant to move away to Tokyo or even further to get into a good one.
Also, he’d found that his fondness for reading meant that by the time of his graduation his grades in literature were almost as good as those in science.
And there was a final reason he’d wanted to stay. He wanted to teach at Yamaku eventually, both because the medical facilities nearby were still a factor to be considered for his heart condition and because he thought his condition might make it easier for some students – like he himself had been – to open up to him. However there were no openings for science teachers at Yamaku for the foreseeable future. Mutou planned to teach for at least fifteen more years, and the only other science teacher was even younger.
The literature teacher, Mrs. Tsukamoto, however was due to retire just one year after he would finish university, and Mutou thought if he kept his marks up he would have a good chance to get the job. Right now things were looking quite good on that front. He’d studied hard in the last few years and finished in the top five percent of his year, and though the job he’d accepted after graduation was not all that interesting, he’d probably be able to return to Yamaku in just a few months.
Thinking back to his time in Yamaku stirred some fond memories, and on impulse he picked up his phone and dialed a number from memory.
The phone was answered after just a two rings. “Hello, Setou residence, Yuuko Shirakawa-Setou speaking.”
Hisao allowed himself an inward smile at the double irony of both Kenji accepting his wife taking a double-barrelled name and Yuuko asserting herself enough to convince him. “Hi Yuuko, it’s me, Hisao.”
“Hello, Hisao! We haven’t heard from you in some time. Should I get Kenji on the phone?”
Hisao checked his watch. “That won’t be necessary. He’s asleep by now, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he’s working an early shift tomorrow.”
“I just thought that it’s been some time since we last met, so I wanted to ask if you’d like to come over for dinner this weekend.”
“Well, we’ve got a friend of mine visiting next weekend, but if you don’t mind we could bring her along. You probably know her as well from Yamaku.”
“Yuuko, you know we always order pizza when you two come over, so one person more won’t be a problem. Who is it?”
Yuuko smiled. “I think I’ll make that a surprise, Hisao. Okay, I’ll tell Kenji tomorrow. See you next Saturday. The usual time?”
“Sure. Bye, Yuuko!”
As Hisao hung up the phone, he mentally went through the possibilities. A surprise visitor, huh? That might be interesting.
Scene 2: Downs
A peaceful morning at the beach. It was the first really warm day of the year, and though it wasn’t really warm enough to bathe yet, many people had come out to enjoy the sun, and children played in the sand.
One of those children was Aki who had just turned two the week before. She had taken him out to play with a friend this morning, while she herself was chatting with that friend’s mother nearby.
Suddenly the water began receding into the ocean.
Everything went quiet. Children and parents alike stared out at the water confusedly.
Then the first people realized what was happening.
Eyes widening in horror, she hurried over to Aki. By the time she had fastened him securely in his sling the water was already coming back and rising quickly.
She started to run as fast as her legs would take her, but it wasn’t fast enough. Inexorably the water gained on her, reaching first her ankles, then her knees, then her hips… until finally all that could be seen was her mouth screaming silently against the heavens…
Hisao awoke with a scream of his own. He sat up on his futon and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart.
The nightmares had become less frequent recently, but the events of that day haunted him still and probably would for the rest of his life.
He hadn’t been there that day. Exams had been coming up, and he’d had to study, something he had blamed himself for over and over, even if there would have been nothing he could have done except die with them – something he had contemplated for a short time but dismissed as an illogical reaction.
Of course it couldn’t have happened like that. The earthquake would have come a few minutes before the water, there would probably have been sirens to warn people of the flood…
But apparently nightmares didn’t care much for rational thought.
Hisao sighed and fell back onto his futon. From experience he knew that he wouldn’t get another wink of sleep that night.
Best get ready for the day…
Scene 3: And Ups?
Hisao sat on the couch in the living room and checked his watch again.
There hadn’t been much for him to prepare. He always kept his small apartment tidy, so he’d quickly gone over the shelves with a duster and taken a short trip to the convenience store at the corner to restock the fridge.
He’d managed to take a short nap in the afternoon, so he hoped he didn’t look quite as horrible as he had this morning.
They should be here any min…
The doorbell rang out, and he sprang into motion. As he opened the door he came face to face with Kenji carrying a large basket.
"Hey, Hisao. Nice of you to have us over again.” Kenji was grinning like a five year old who had just been told there was going to be a second Christmas this year. “I’ve brought the whiskey, do you have the pretzels?”
Hisao couldn’t help but smile himself. “Of course. And also Yuuko’s favourite cookies. Speaking of whom – where is she?”
“She’s looking for a parking space. You know I can’t drive with those,” he pointed to his glasses, “and she told me to go ahead and bring up all the stuff.”
He slipped out of his shoes and into some slippers, squeezed past Hisao, through the living room into the kitchen and started unpacking the basket. “There’s a cake Yuuko baked for you, and some ice cream for dessert – you should probably put that into the freezer – and of course the whiskey. That should go in the freezer, too.”
Hisao had followed Kenji into the kitchen and was just finished stowing away the gifts when he heard the doorbell again. “Just come in,” he called out, “I didn’t lock the door.”
Together they returned to the living room, which Yuuko had just entered together with a young woman – a woman Hisao recognized. She’d dyed her hair a light brown, and she had a few more freckles than he remembered, but they’d been in the same class for almost one year.
“Suzu! I should have guessed it was you. You were in Yuuko’s lit club weren’t you?” He walked over to her and greeted her with a slight bow, then went over to Yuuko, who pulled him into a short embrace.
Suzu returned the greeting. “Uh, yes. Yuuko makes sure to keep in contact with all the members of the club, and we visit her sometimes. Except for Leon… You remember the guy who was sitting next to Takashi in class and whose real name nobody could pronounce? He simply dropped off the face of the earth, and nobody seems to know where he is.”
After this torrent of words Suzu fell silent. Hisao led his guests over to the table and offered them a seat. “So what have you been up to since graduation?”
“Well, I went back to Kyoto to live with my parents and study literature. I also write a small column for a newspaper reviewing new books. It doesn’t pay much, but I can work at home. I’m still not quite up to a nine-to-five job, because… Well, you know about my narcolepsy. It’s mostly under control nowadays, but mentioning it is still a sure way to cut short a job interview.”
She let her gaze wander across the room, finally coming to rest on the picture at the wall across from her. “That is…”
Hisao didn’t need to follow her gaze to know what she was looking at. “Yes.”
“Hisao, I’m so sorry. When I heard what happened…”
She was interrupted by Kenji’s cheerful interjection. “So, is anybody up for pizza?”
***
Yuuko returned from the kitchen where she had just finished cleaning the dishes and putting away the empty pizza boxes.
Kenji had been asleep in his chair for a while now – as he usually was after a few glasses of whiskey. Hisao had been chatting to Suzu quietly so as not to wake him, but it seemed the two of them had also fallen asleep now. Suzu’s head had come to rest on Hisao’s shoulder.
Smiling, Yuuko gathered the last of the glasses when Hisao started awake at the soft clinking. He looked around in confusion but relaxed when he regained his bearings.
Yuuko put the glasses back down and instead took a seat in the chair across from Hisao. “So, Hisao, now please tell me how you’ve been doing.”
His first instinct was to deny it, but one look at Yuuko’s expression convinced him otherwise. “Is it that obvious?”
She sighed. “Kenji’s sight is not good enough to notice, and Suzu doesn’t know you as well as I do… But to me it is. Still the nightmares?”
“I don’t have them as often as I used to. I didn’t get much sleep tonight, though. I guess it shows.”
“Still, it’s good to hear that you are getting better… Have you thought about starting to date again?”
Hisao shot her a tired look. “I appreciate your concern, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. I…” He shot a glance at Suzu who was still leaning against his shoulder, and his eyes narrowed. “Is that why you brought her along? Because if it is…”
Yuuko raised her hands and shook her head emphatically. “No, no. It was really a coincidence that she was visiting us this weekend. She just got out of a relationship herself, and at the end… Let’s just say the end was not pretty.” Another sigh. “In fact I thought she needed to get out of her house more than you do.”
“Really?” Hisao yawned fighting off whiskey-induced sleepiness, “I didn’t notice anything off at all.”
“Oh yes, this is the most normal I’ve seen her in weeks. Maybe…” She trailed off, noticing that Hisao had fallen back to sleep.
For a moment she watched her three sleeping friends sitting around the table. It would be a shame to wake them.
Yuuko got up, searched the shelf for a book to read and settled back into her chair. Maybe bringing Suzu along would turn out for the best after all…
