Yes, I reused Hisao, after using him in the last part. I couldn't get it to work with Kenji. Not in a way that wasn't comedic relief, and this is so much not comedic relief.
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Damnit, Hanako.
Neither Akira nor I were able to come up with a better plan, so we went with Hanako's plan.
And that's why I'm on the roof, with the guy who probably killed my girlfriend, drinking whiskey. Hanako and Akira are hiding out in the radio room, watching.
I swear, if I survive this, I'm going to get back at Hanako for using me as murderer bait. Maybe Kenji's right, maybe all of this is a feminist conspiracy.
Damnit, stay on mission, Hisao. You're a little bit drunk. And maybe lay off the bottle some, you need to be somewhat sober for this. At least it's Kenji that drunk most of the bottle so far.
"So, yeah, this 's gonna blow yer mind, man." Well, pretty much everything Kenji says does that, but not for the reason he thinks it does.
"I actu'lly had a girrfrend once." Cue that video of a guy's head exploding, from that one old American movie that Misha recommended. I'm actually legitimately surprised by this.
"But then, we had sex." Wait, can a head explode twice? Because I think mine just did.
"Afferwrds, I felt so... tired. That's not what iss suppos'd to be like after sex! That bitch drained my life force, and that's why the *hic* feminist scum must die!" Wait, what? THIS is why he's got a vendetta against women? Damnit, I'm not drunk enough for this.
I take a long swig of the whiskey, and hand it back to Kenji. He takes a swig himself, almost finishing off the bottle, and continues.
"So, 'bout a week ago, I shaw that Satou bitch comin' into town. I hid in th' bushes, as she was walkin'. Then, when a car came by, I jumped out of th' bushes 'n' pushed her. Ran for it."
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
He just admitted it. I fight the urge to strangle Kenji, there's too many witnesses.
And Hanako's voice recorder just recorded it. Did her plan actually work?
I see a dim light in the radio room. I know I need to keep Kenji distracted, and stay alive. I'm pretty sure what I was just told was 'I'll tell you, but then I have to kill you' territory.
"So, yeah, bro. I got ya out of that bitch's clutches. And de... demor... demoralized th' feminists, 'speshully that bacon bitch. But I did see a Ya... Yakuza earl'r t'day, ya gotta watch yer shix, bro."
Bacon bitch? Really? I clench my fists, and resist the desire to kill Kenji.
Kenji leans forward. I back away.
"Dude, you're my bro, gimme a manly hug, thank me 'n' all!"
He leans forward again. I back further away. We repeat this a couple times, and then I notice I'm up against the fence.
"Dude, look out, man, th' fence ain't safe."
Kenji sways forward, and almost falls on me. I step out of the way, thanking myself for having a little self-control with the whiskey. Kenji crashes into the fence, and it rattles ominously.
"What the hell, bro? You were supposed to catch me!"
Shit, now Kenji's pissed. He takes a swing at me.
Luckily, this is the moment when the door to the roof flies open.
"POLICE, PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!"
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I'm actually amazed that plan worked. I didn't even think that one through, I basically blurted it out. Good thing, though, because we probably wouldn't have caught Kenji otherwise.
Hisao's forgiven me... mostly, anyway. I won't do that again, that's for sure, that was an idiotic idea to send him directly into harm's way.
Which Mutou and Nurse just had to point out to me again. Even though Hisao had screamed it at me before. I would've run if I didn't think I deserved it.
Naomi yelled at me for losing one of her voice recorders. She wouldn't take "the police took it for evidence" for an answer, and I had to go buy a replacement. I ended up letting Akira pay for it, mainly because there was no way I could afford that model.
Akira stayed with us for another week, both to make sure we were OK, and to collect Lilly's belongings. Unfortunately, she had to return to Scotland.
Kenji ended up being convicted of murder, and sent to a mental institution. He won't be hurting anyone again. I just wish this had happened before he killed Lilly. I miss her every day, and I know Hisao does, too.
And, today, it's a couple weeks before graduation. I'm playing chess with Hisao in my room, something we've been doing for the past few months, almost every day. We've been spending more and more time with one another, picking up the pieces after Lilly's death.
I've heard the rumors that we're dating. I'm not so sure I mind them. I'm just not sure if I can make them true, or if Hisao wants them to be true.
"Ch-checkmate."
"Damn, Hanako. You've been getting too good at this!"
I giggle a little at his reaction to his utter defeat.
As I put the chess board away, Hisao looks at his watch.
"6:45... yeah, I should get back to my dorm before curfew."
Not tonight, you won't. I've only got two weeks to do this, and if I'm right about it, I want to get this done as soon as possible. I won't lie, I've had feelings for Hisao for a long time, but I buried them deeply when Lilly confessed to him. Since we've been helping each other through the aftermath, they've come back. I feel horrible about this, but at the same time, I think we both need to move on from Lilly.
I grab onto his arm as he turns to leave.
"H-Hey. H-Hisao. Y-You don't h-have to l-l-leave."
Hisao looks at me with confusion all over his face.
I hope this works.
I kiss Hisao.
Let's just say he doesn't leave, and leave it at that.
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