Reunion (Shizune Bad End one-shot)
Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:42 pm
Reunion
I drowsily blink myself awake as the light of the morning sun streams through the panes of my windows, shining directly into my eyes. A quick glance at my samurai alarm clock (a typically thoughtless birthday present from Dad last year: at least we both like samurai) confirms the time as 7.15. A good thing it’s not winter: it would be difficult to get up on time without Misha to come in and wake me.
With that thought, I drag myself up and walk to the window. My room faces west, and it’s a clear day, so I have a great view of the landscape all the way to the city. I gaze vaguely at the world outside, my memories filled with everyone I've driven away. My mother’s still out there somewhere, since she got her divorce ten years ago. I used to hate her for that, but now I kind of see her point. It’s not easy to raise a deaf child: communication difficulties are obviously frequent and were only going to get worse the older I got. At least she took the initiative and decided to live her life while she still could. Had she been anyone else, I think I would have admired her for that.
Hisao. I’m still worried about him. We’re lost to each other, but both still here. He showed up late for class again yesterday, reeking of another morning whiskey binge. Mutou stepped outside with him for a minute, and we saw no more of Hisao for the day. I wonder if I should try to talk to him but, any time I interfere, I seem to make things worse. I’ll just have to leave it to Lilly.
And Misha. I miss her. It’s over two months since we last spoke, as she tearfully hugged me goodbye before leaving Yamaku for the last time. What were her words again?
I have to leave. You know the reason why – some of it, at least. I need to make a new future for myself, away from all of this.
She was right. I know the reason why. I rejected her confession, the year before last, but I did still want her as a friend. I should have left her to herself until she felt she had recovered, but the isolation was just too difficult for me to take. I’d never had a friend before, and I couldn’t cope with losing one. In hindsight, I know my way was wrong, but I’m still not sure which way would have been the right one. She must have been truly unhappy to transfer out of Yamaku so close to graduation: she really loved it here. I’m not quite sure where she is now but, hopefully, there isn’t anyone like me there to make her miserable.
I stop by the Student Council room on my way to class. I know I’m not President for too much longer, but the incoming Council seems to be comprised entirely of slackers who think their duties can wait until after lunch. Someone has to keep things in shape.
As I flick through the post, I freeze at the thin yellow envelope with my name written on the front. The writing is an unmistakable bubbly pink script. It’s postmarked two weeks ago: good old Japan Post. I know that if I open the envelope, I probably won’t be able to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day. If I don’t open it, though, I definitely won’t be able to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day. With no small degree of trepidation, I open it.
Hi Shicchan!
I’m sorry I haven’t written to you before now: I promise I didn’t forget you! I’m still settling in at Shonadu High, but it's quite a nice school. Obviously, the facilities aren’t as good as Yamaku’s but the grounds are nice and the uniform is a lovely pale blue colour: they must have known that blue suits me! Transferring in this close to graduation, I haven’t really managed to make any friends yet, but I guess that’s not the most important thing for me right now.
To be honest, I was feeling quite down after leaving Yamaku, kind of like I’d let the situation get out of control and couldn’t do anything to change it. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, though, and I think I’ve finally decided on a plan for my future, which somehow makes me feel a whole lot better. Of course, you’ve always been great at planning things: I should have followed your example years ago! I hope you’re still set on a career in business: you’d be really amazing at it. It also means you won’t have to pay too much attention to Mutou’s boring science classes (though, knowing you, you still will!)
Anyway, I just wanted to send you a quick note to let you know how I was getting on. I’ve written to Hicchan as well, so he doesn’t feel left out.
I still love you. That's not going to change anytime soon!
Misha.
I read it again, fold it and put it carefully in my pocket. Nothing I can do now but let the day drift by.
The next few hours pass in a blur. At least nobody tries to communicate with me: I’m definitely in no mood to break out that bloody pad like a stupid tourist on some inane holiday. I eat lunch by myself in the canteen, pointing and gesturing to make my order known, and notice Lilly speaking to Hisao. For a moment, I imagine she flashes me a quick, disapproving glare but that must just be in my head. Hisao has his back to me. I can’t decide whether that’s a relief or not. Strangely, I haven’t seen Lilly and Hanako together lately. I wonder if they’ve had some sort of fight? Misha was always much better than me at keeping up with that sort of gossip.
Fortunately, it’s a holiday in the Prefecture today. We don’t get any days off this close to exams, but we do finish classes at noon. I can’t help myself any more. I need to talk to Misha. Shonadu is a few hours west of here by train, but I know that there’s only one place I can go.
I get the bus into the city. It’s only a week since I was last here, so I don’t need to break out the damn pad to ask directions from any witless locals. Left, left again, right at the gallery, left, straight on past Othello’s Antiques (I quite liked that shop, but Misha felt antiques were “boring”, so we didn’t come here often) … I keep walking until the cement underfoot becomes grass.
The afternoon is still clear. Sunny and bright, but not too warm. It's a big change from the rain last week. I don’t really care about the weather, but I’m trying to take my mind off things. I think Misha was really happy at Yamaku, up until I started dating Hisao. I don’t need her letter to show me how much changed.
I walk straight ahead, to where a large muddy patch indicates the recent presence of a large group of people. Everything else here looks just like it did last Saturday. I stop at my destination, take a quick look around to ensure that I'm alone, and finally let go of my icy reserve.
I fall to my knees and let my tears flood the soil of Misha’s grave.
I drowsily blink myself awake as the light of the morning sun streams through the panes of my windows, shining directly into my eyes. A quick glance at my samurai alarm clock (a typically thoughtless birthday present from Dad last year: at least we both like samurai) confirms the time as 7.15. A good thing it’s not winter: it would be difficult to get up on time without Misha to come in and wake me.
With that thought, I drag myself up and walk to the window. My room faces west, and it’s a clear day, so I have a great view of the landscape all the way to the city. I gaze vaguely at the world outside, my memories filled with everyone I've driven away. My mother’s still out there somewhere, since she got her divorce ten years ago. I used to hate her for that, but now I kind of see her point. It’s not easy to raise a deaf child: communication difficulties are obviously frequent and were only going to get worse the older I got. At least she took the initiative and decided to live her life while she still could. Had she been anyone else, I think I would have admired her for that.
Hisao. I’m still worried about him. We’re lost to each other, but both still here. He showed up late for class again yesterday, reeking of another morning whiskey binge. Mutou stepped outside with him for a minute, and we saw no more of Hisao for the day. I wonder if I should try to talk to him but, any time I interfere, I seem to make things worse. I’ll just have to leave it to Lilly.
And Misha. I miss her. It’s over two months since we last spoke, as she tearfully hugged me goodbye before leaving Yamaku for the last time. What were her words again?
I have to leave. You know the reason why – some of it, at least. I need to make a new future for myself, away from all of this.
She was right. I know the reason why. I rejected her confession, the year before last, but I did still want her as a friend. I should have left her to herself until she felt she had recovered, but the isolation was just too difficult for me to take. I’d never had a friend before, and I couldn’t cope with losing one. In hindsight, I know my way was wrong, but I’m still not sure which way would have been the right one. She must have been truly unhappy to transfer out of Yamaku so close to graduation: she really loved it here. I’m not quite sure where she is now but, hopefully, there isn’t anyone like me there to make her miserable.
I stop by the Student Council room on my way to class. I know I’m not President for too much longer, but the incoming Council seems to be comprised entirely of slackers who think their duties can wait until after lunch. Someone has to keep things in shape.
As I flick through the post, I freeze at the thin yellow envelope with my name written on the front. The writing is an unmistakable bubbly pink script. It’s postmarked two weeks ago: good old Japan Post. I know that if I open the envelope, I probably won’t be able to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day. If I don’t open it, though, I definitely won’t be able to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day. With no small degree of trepidation, I open it.
Hi Shicchan!
I’m sorry I haven’t written to you before now: I promise I didn’t forget you! I’m still settling in at Shonadu High, but it's quite a nice school. Obviously, the facilities aren’t as good as Yamaku’s but the grounds are nice and the uniform is a lovely pale blue colour: they must have known that blue suits me! Transferring in this close to graduation, I haven’t really managed to make any friends yet, but I guess that’s not the most important thing for me right now.
To be honest, I was feeling quite down after leaving Yamaku, kind of like I’d let the situation get out of control and couldn’t do anything to change it. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, though, and I think I’ve finally decided on a plan for my future, which somehow makes me feel a whole lot better. Of course, you’ve always been great at planning things: I should have followed your example years ago! I hope you’re still set on a career in business: you’d be really amazing at it. It also means you won’t have to pay too much attention to Mutou’s boring science classes (though, knowing you, you still will!)
Anyway, I just wanted to send you a quick note to let you know how I was getting on. I’ve written to Hicchan as well, so he doesn’t feel left out.
I still love you. That's not going to change anytime soon!
Misha.
I read it again, fold it and put it carefully in my pocket. Nothing I can do now but let the day drift by.
The next few hours pass in a blur. At least nobody tries to communicate with me: I’m definitely in no mood to break out that bloody pad like a stupid tourist on some inane holiday. I eat lunch by myself in the canteen, pointing and gesturing to make my order known, and notice Lilly speaking to Hisao. For a moment, I imagine she flashes me a quick, disapproving glare but that must just be in my head. Hisao has his back to me. I can’t decide whether that’s a relief or not. Strangely, I haven’t seen Lilly and Hanako together lately. I wonder if they’ve had some sort of fight? Misha was always much better than me at keeping up with that sort of gossip.
Fortunately, it’s a holiday in the Prefecture today. We don’t get any days off this close to exams, but we do finish classes at noon. I can’t help myself any more. I need to talk to Misha. Shonadu is a few hours west of here by train, but I know that there’s only one place I can go.
I get the bus into the city. It’s only a week since I was last here, so I don’t need to break out the damn pad to ask directions from any witless locals. Left, left again, right at the gallery, left, straight on past Othello’s Antiques (I quite liked that shop, but Misha felt antiques were “boring”, so we didn’t come here often) … I keep walking until the cement underfoot becomes grass.
The afternoon is still clear. Sunny and bright, but not too warm. It's a big change from the rain last week. I don’t really care about the weather, but I’m trying to take my mind off things. I think Misha was really happy at Yamaku, up until I started dating Hisao. I don’t need her letter to show me how much changed.
I walk straight ahead, to where a large muddy patch indicates the recent presence of a large group of people. Everything else here looks just like it did last Saturday. I stop at my destination, take a quick look around to ensure that I'm alone, and finally let go of my icy reserve.
I fall to my knees and let my tears flood the soil of Misha’s grave.