Maria-sama ga Miteru Volume 23 Chapter 5

 

 

Statement from Mr. A (approx. 50 y.o.)

 

 

 

It was only during my late lunch that I noticed that I'd forgotten to bring my gla.s.ses.

 

 

 

I don't usually wear them. Only when I'm traveling or driving my car.

 

 

 

I left home some time after 10. I'd booked a taxi, since I thought I might be drinking, and when he arrived I got in, told him the destination and immediately closed my eyes.

 

 

 

I met the person I was going to see in the hotel lounge and, after about as long as it takes to have a cup of coffee, we headed to the restaurant.

 

 

 

It's a hidden place that operates almost exclusively for members but I like it because you can get a quiet meal there even during hectic times like Christmas or New Year's. It was after I was led to my usual private room and handed the menu that I realized that I didn't have my gla.s.ses.

 

 

 

I've been slightly near-sighted since my youth but recently I've found it harder to read small print. If the menu had been in j.a.panese I would have been able to more or less figure out the names of the dishes, but it was in French and that brought me to my knees. The blurry letters made me want to abandon my struggle to comprehend.

 

 

 

But even so, I had to do something. I asked my dining companion if there was anything they couldn't eat, then left the entire order up to our waiter.

 

 

 

My eyesight hasn't deteriorated to the point where eating is a challenge. That said, I didn't know how many more times I'd need them before my planned return home tomorrow evening. At any rate, I decided to get my gla.s.ses and come back.

 

 

 

We'd arranged to go shopping together after lunch, but I called it off after the third store and got in a taxi. I keep a pair of gla.s.ses at the office too, but I didn't really want to go there since it was the New Year's break. It would cause trouble for the security guards and, since I'd banned anyone from going to work during the New Year's break, it'd be a pain if my subordinates found out. So, by the process of elimination, the only option remaining was home.

 

 

 

Well, of course I knew they were holding a women-only New Year's party here. But as long as I didn't intrude (or rather, wasn't an intrusion) I thought it'd be fine if I entered quietly, got my gla.s.ses, and then left quietly.

 

 

 

I got out of the taxi on the public road in front of the house. After that, I entered my PIN at the gate to open it, then unlocked the front door with my key. Usually, someone would do this for me, so it was a somewhat novel experience.

 

 

 

At any rate, I entered the house and went straight up the stairs. I thought the party would be held in the first-floor traditional j.a.panese room. I was curious, but I thought I'd better not make an appearance. So I silently made my way to the second floor.

 

 

 

Naturally, I'm terribly sorry that I surprised Yumi-chan so.

 

 

 

But, as you can see from this, I hadn't meant any harm so I hope she'll forgive me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Statement from Mr. B (19 y.o.)

 

 

 

Usually, most occupants are out of the house on the second of January, leaving just the mother and her daughter, so it's only natural for a man who's usually close to them to get worried and come and see how they're doing.

 

 

 

Well, of course I knew that this year they were holding a women-only New Year's party. I'd been told, "No men," beforehand. By who? The two ladies of the Ogasawara household. Separately, on different occasions. Quite on guard, no?

 

 

 

Which naturally leads to the question, what am I doing here in spite of that? It's because I just happened to go to the department store today to check out a certain item. While I was looking, I was struck by a desire to bring the women a gift for their party, so I casually came over. That's why.

 

 

 

Obviously, after I'd given them the gift I was going to return home immediately. I mean, it shouldn't matter as long as I don't take part, right? Would they stop the sushi delivery guy from going beyond the front gate just because he's a man? No, they wouldn't. It's the same as that.

 

 

 

I'm a student, so taking a taxi was out of the question. Naturally, I caught the train. Then walked here from the station.

 

 

 

When I came in sight of the Ogasawara house's front gate, I pa.s.sed an empty taxi going the other way. Thinking about it now, that must have been the car that my uncle took. Although I didn't think much of it back then.

 

 

 

I was going to use the intercom but the door was already open. Since I'm so familiar with this place, I just sort of walked inside then closed the door. Because leaving it open was insecure.

 

 

 

It was dark, so I didn't see anyone walking ahead of me. And there was a bit of wind, so I couldn't hear any footsteps either.

 

 

 

The door looked to be unlocked, but I wouldn't have felt right about entering like that, so I rang the bell. But just then, I heard a scream from inside.

 

 

 

It was a woman's scream, so I went running in without thinking.

 

 

 

Which brings us to now.

 

 

 

Were there any questions?

 

 

 

None for me, right?

 

 

 

- So that's how it happened.

 

 

 

Although it would be more accurate to label the Mr A section as "Ogasawara Tooru" and the Mr B section as "Kashiwagi Suguru."

 

 

 

(However.)

 

 

 

Mr A. If he'd rung the buzzer before entering the house, even if it had been an unwelcome intrusion for the women, it still wouldn't have turned into as big an incident as this. Well, since she hadn't recognized the man of the house and had screamed out like she was being attacked by a molester, Yumi was at least a little bit -

 

 

 

"Yumi did nothing wrong."

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama a.s.serted clearly. Saying that in an emergency, there was no time to leisurely confirm the situation before screaming.

 

 

 

"You got that, Yumi? When something like this happens - of course, we hope it'll never happen again, but if it does, you should scream like you did just now. It doesn't matter if you realize it was a misunderstanding afterward. Because at that point you can apologize."

 

 

 

"Yes, onee-sama."

 

 

 

The pair looked at each other, holding hands tightly.

 

 

 

"Uncle, are you okay? You were totally acting like a degenerate."

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san poked Tooru-oji-sama in the shoulder.

 

 

 

"Huh?"

 

 

 

"I think your explanation just now was a bit lacking. We know the details of why you returned home, but there was absolutely no explanation as for why you put your hands on Yumi-chan. The drawn out pa.s.sage about the restaurant and shopping doesn't really matter in this event. Let's just accept that you came back to the house to get your gla.s.ses. But you completely left out everything between then and Yumi-chan's scream. As one of the few men present in the house right now, I very much want to be on your side, uncle, but as it stands that's just not possible. Because, looking at it objectively, I can't see any relation whatsoever between your gla.s.ses and Yumi-chan."

 

 

 

Indeed. Except for the kimonos, it didn't look like there was anything special in this room, so it seemed unlikely that Tooru-oji-sama's gla.s.ses would be kept here. And obviously, if he was looking for his gla.s.ses, then there was no need to touch Yumi.

 

 

 

The room had been fully lit and if his eyesight had deteriorated to the point where he had to fumble around as he walked then he would have noticed he'd forgotten his gla.s.ses long before he looked at the restaurant's menu.

 

 

 

Now, how would he explain his way out of this?

 

 

 

"Oji-sama &h.e.l.lip; "

 

 

 

Depending on his answer, Rei-sama looked ready to visit divine retribution on him as she held a long, thin vacuum cleaner tube out in front of her. Just as expected from a second-level kendo swordswoman. As usual, her stance was captivating.

 

 

 

(&h.e.l.lip; huh, what? Vacuum cleaner?)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bonus.

 

 

 

Statement from Miss C. (18 y.o.)

 

 

 

With the game over, it seemed like a good time to take a break so we decided to have tea and sweets. Sayako-oba-sama graciously offered to prepare the tea.

 

 

 

But my hand slipped and I accidentally dropped the small tea caddy. Yeah, the contents went spilling out everywhere.

 

 

 

It was a mess, the powdered green tea all over the tatami mats. I rushed to get the vacuum cleaner and vacuum it up.

 

 

 

I heard Yumi-chan's scream just when I was turning the vacuum off. So I started running to the second-floor, and at that time I instinctively grabbed the vacuum cleaner's hilt - ah, the tube or pipe or whatever, basically the long, thing plastic bit that's joined to the intake.

 

 

 

So that's why I was carrying that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

- And that tube was now pointed at just one man.

 

 

 

"Wait, h-hold on a minute! Believe me, Rei-chan. I'm Sachiko's father, for heaven's sake. I'd never think of doing anything bad to Sachiko's cute little sister."

 

 

 

Finally realizing the situation, he held his hands out in front of him, gesturing for her to stop. But this wasn't going to be resolved with some vague explanation like, "I'd never think of doing that."

 

 

 

"Then explain it so that everyone can understand."

 

 

 

Rei-sama pressed him, raising the tube overhead.

 

 

 

"Um, how to put this &h.e.l.lip; it was on impulse."

 

 

 

"On impulse!? On impulse, you put your hands on her shoulder? Not even in a crowded train. In a s.p.a.cious room."

 

 

 

At times like these, a person's character counts for everything. Women everywhere would find it hard to simply believe the words of a man who (allegedly) kept (multiple) mistresses.

 

 

 

However.

 

 

 

"I believe you."

 

 

 

Yumi said. Then.

 

 

 

"Yumi!"

 

 

 

"Yumi-san!"

 

 

 

"Yumi-chan!"

 

 

 

"Yumi-sama!"

 

 

 

All the gazes that had been leveled at Tooru-oji-sama instantly shifted to Yumi.

 

 

 

"Yumi. Are you protecting my father?"

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama asked, her expression conflicted.

 

 

 

It wasn't as though she didn't believe her father. But the fact that he'd touched her pet.i.t soeur was a fact. Sachiko-sama's expression showed her bewilderment by her inability to reconcile those two concepts.

 

 

 

"I'm not protecting him or anything."

 

 

 

Yumi declared. If things kept lurching on like this it would just become even more tangled, so she thought she should try to untangle things. She felt bad for Sachiko-sama and wanted it straightened out quickly, although that's not to say she didn't also feel sorry for Tooru-oji-sama being unilaterally condemned.

 

 

 

"He probably mistook me for someone else."

 

 

 

"Why do you think that?"

 

 

 

Sayako-oba-sama, who had remained silent until then, approached Yumi and inquired.

 

 

 

"Because he said, "Saako," before he put his hand on my shoulder."

 

 

 

"Saako &h.e.l.lip; "

 

 

 

Sayako-oba-sama repeated, as though mentally digesting it.

 

 

 

"Saako, is that Sachiko?"

 

 

 

Rei-sama asked Sachiko-sama. "Sachiko" becomes "Saako." A nickname used at home.

 

 

 

Yumi thought that too. That the father had thought it was his daughter and called out to her.

 

 

 

However.

 

 

 

"It's not me."

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama responded coldly.

 

 

 

"Then - "

 

 

 

Who? Everyone's gaze once again settled on Tooru-oji-sama. Then.

 

 

 

"It's me."

 

 

 

A voice called from somewhere else.

 

 

 

"Oba-sama!?"

 

 

 

Everyone's gaze shifted again quickly. The voice's owner, Sayako-oba-sama, looked down, her face on fire.

 

 

 

"I'm Saako."

 

 

 

"Wha!?"

 

 

 

Indeed. If "Sachiko" was not "Saako," then "Sayako" would probably be the next suspect. But. For some reason, it was hard to accept it without comment. With all due respect, it was hard to believe that this couple who had been married for so long would, really, with all due respect, call each other by pet names. Judging by Sachiko-sama's expression, this was something that even their daughter, who lived in the same house as them, was hearing for the first time.

 

 

 

"He mistook you for me. Because you were wearing one of my old kimonos, Yumi-chan. From the outset, I thought there was a chance it was this, but - "

 

 

 

From the outset, she said.

 

 

 

"Why didn't you say anything until now?"

 

 

 

Quick as a flash, Sachiko-sama interrupted her mother.

 

 

 

"I'm sorry. But, it may have been my vanity."

 

 

 

Her voice seemed to disappear as she got quieter and quieter.

 

 

 

"And what about you, uncle? Why didn't you just say so?"

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san, the only other male present, also looked stunned as he asked this.

 

 

 

"It was embarra.s.sing to admit that I embraced her because I mistook her for my wife."

 

 

 

Well, you've said it now. Uncle.

 

 

 

But, he'd mistaken her for his wife. Hearing this, Yumi's cheeks reddened. And Yumi wasn't the only one - her friends didn't know how to react either.

 

 

 

Naturally, Rei-sama deflated after being so tightly wound, and laid the plastic pipe down on the tatami mat.

 

 

 

"So that's what happened. I'm sorry, Yumi-chan."

 

 

 

Sayako-oba-sama used her hand to get Tooru-oji-sama to quickly bow his head.

 

 

 

"Ah, no, I should be the one to apologize."

 

 

 

Even as she said it, she knew it was a strange thing to say. But, now that the truth had come out, she remembered how overly loud her initial scream had been and it just slipped out.

 

 

 

 

 

"It seems the misunderstanding has been cleared up. Us interfering gentlemen should take our leave."

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san said, taking his uncle by the arm.

 

 

 

"Right. Sorry everyone for putting a dampener on your fun New Year's party."

 

 

 

The slightly dispirited gent raised his hands in apology.

 

 

 

As she watched them go, Yoshino-san said, "I thought this was an open event," which may or may not have been intended as a joke.

 

 

 

"Wait."

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama called out to the two men who were heading towards the staircase. Yumi wondered what was going on as Sachiko-sama walked over to Kashiwagi-san and quietly conversed with him.

 

 

 

"Suguru-san &h.e.l.lip; do you mind if we have that talk?"

 

 

 

"Now? I don't mind, but do you want to do this when your grandfather's not here?"

 

 

 

"We can tell my grandfather when he gets home. But I'd rather do it now."

 

 

 

Yumi was a bit jealous that Kashiwagi-san knew exactly what Sachiko-sama was talking about when she said "that talk." But Yumi reconsidered and calmed herself down when their grandfather was mentioned, since it seemed like it would be a serious and weighty conversation.

 

 

 

"What's this about?"

 

 

 

Sayako-oba-sama asked.

 

 

 

"With Suguru-san here, as well as both you and father, this seems like a good chance to have a talk."

 

 

 

"Hmm."

 

 

 

Tooru-oji-sama adjusted his collar and turned towards Sachiko-sama.

 

 

 

Since she was neither Sachiko-sama's mother or father, nor Kashiwagi-san, Yumi was worried about whether it was okay for her to hear this conversation, but she hadn't been told to leave and the other party members were still there so for now she decided to stay where she was and listen. At that point, for some unknown reason, Rei-sama quietly made her way to Yumi's side.

 

 

 

"Don't worry, it's alright."

 

 

 

Rei-sama whispered quietly. Then she motioned with her jaw showing that the conversation was about to start, just as Sachiko-sama opened her mouth to speak.

 

 

 

"Suguru-san and I would like to wipe clean the slate of our engagement."

 

 

 

(Wha-!?)

 

 

 

Naturally, Yumi shrieked. But just before her shriek could escape, her mouth was blocked by the palm of Rei-sama's hand so that no sound could escape.

 

 

 

"See."

 

 

 

It looked as though Rei-sama had made her way over because she'd predicted just such a situation. No doubt Sachiko-sama would have found it rude to be interrupted by a third-party while she was conversing with her parents. Yoshino-san, the other dangerous character, had covered her mouth with her own hand. Shimako-san and Noriko-chan had also reacted, but their voices weren't loud enough to interrupt the conversation.

 

 

 

Then there was the reaction of Sachiko-sama's mother and father.

 

 

 

"Huh?"

 

 

 

There wasn't that much shock, just a small tilt of the head in confusion.

 

 

 

"We've talked about it together. That was our conclusion."

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama continued. Even if her parents' reaction wasn't quite what she expected, she seemed anxious to convey the message fully. Kashiwagi-san remained standing silently beside Sachiko-sama, but his expression was like he was looking at something far away.

 

 

 

"Wipe clean?"

 

 

 

"That's fine, right? They're both still young."

 

 

 

Mr. and Mrs. Ogasawara said to each other.

 

 

 

"So &h.e.l.lip; is that all?"

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama asked.

 

 

 

"What do you mean?"

 

 

 

Tooru-oji-sama asked, as though to say, "How else should we have reacted?"

 

 

 

"You're not opposed to this?"

 

 

 

"Opposed? Why would we be?"

 

 

 

This time it was Sayako-oba-sama that responded.

 

 

 

"Because, if Suguru-san and I marry, the Ogasawara group will - "

 

 

 

Right. There had been talk of entrusting the Ogasawara group to them.

 

 

 

"Why are you thinking about that? Suguru doesn't have to be married into the Ogasawara family to work at the company. While your grandfather does appear to favor Suguru as his successor, he's not stubborn enough to force his only granddaughter into a marriage she doesn't want. Even if neither of you sought employment with the Ogasawara group, there's other people it could be left to. There's plenty of talented people in our company."

 

 

 

Tooru-oji-sama said smoothly. Whatever will be, will be.

 

 

 

(Huh, but then - )

 

 

 

"So then, why did you make us get engaged?"

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama asked her parents. That was what Yumi wanted to hear too.

 

 

 

"Oh my, you've forgotten?"

 

 

 

"Forgotten what?"

 

 

 

"Basically, you told Kashiwagi's older sister that you desperately wanted to be his wife."

 

 

 

"Wha!?"

 

 

 

Now this was a rare sight, Sachiko-sama's mouth was open wide in amazement.

 

 

 

"That's right. So please don't make out as though we were forcing this on you."

 

 

 

"Huh &h.e.l.lip; I didn't know that."

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san mumbled. With a wee bit of delight.

 

 

 

"When did I say that!?"

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama's face reddened. Like she was a bit angry.

 

 

 

"I think it was back when Sachiko-san was in kindergarten."

 

 

 

"Yes, that sounds about right."

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama's parents had faraway looks as they spoke. They were probably remembering Sachiko-sama back when she was little.

 

 

 

"But that was so long ago. I can't be held accountable for that."

 

 

 

"Oh? But since you never said anything, we thought you still loved Suguru-san. That's why we don't have a problem with what you've just told us."

 

 

 

They'd been told that Sachiko-sama and Kashiwagi-san shared such feelings, but if they didn't share them then it was only natural they'd grow apart. Looking at it from that angle, Sachiko-sama's parents hadn't been interfering in their relationship at all.

 

 

 

"&h.e.l.lip; So that was it."

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama mumbled, deflated. It had obviously taken a lot of courage and determination for her to broach this topic. But despite that, it had been settled far too quickly.

 

 

 

"Oh, don't be so disappointed. I'm glad that you told us. Because you always find it so hard to talk about the most important things."

 

 

 

Sayako-oba-sama said, putting her arm around her daughter's shoulders.

 

 

 

"At any rate, we understand your feelings. I'll think of something to tell your grandfather."

 

 

 

However, Sachiko-sama refused Tooru-oji-sama's offer.

 

 

 

"No, father. I'll speak to him when he gets home."

 

 

 

" &h.e.l.lip; I see. You're okay with that?"

 

 

 

"Yes."

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama obviously thought that this was her business, so she would see it through to the end. Besides, Sachiko-sama's doting grandfather would obviously much prefer to hear the words from her lips.

 

 

 

"Well, now we really should be on our way, I suppose. Oh, right, Suguru. I'll call a taxi, so it can drop you at the station on the way."

 

 

 

"Alright. I'll go with you then."

 

 

 

After using the first-floor phone to call for a taxi, the two men waited in the entrance. When the time came for them to leave, they were seen off by a bevy of women.

 

 

 

"Ah, wait a minute, Tooru-san."

 

 

 

Sayako-oba-sama came clattering down the stairs, having slipped away unnoticed some time earlier.

 

 

 

"Here, you forgot your gla.s.ses. You came home to get them but then they slipped your mind."

 

 

 

"Ah, that's right. Thank-you."

 

 

 

Tooru-oji-sama took the gla.s.ses case he was offered and put it in his coat pocket. And then:

 

 

 

"Ah."

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san quietly exclaimed.

 

 

 

"I just remembered something. Ah &h.e.l.lip;. where is it?"

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san looked restlessly around the entrance before spotting a small paper bag in the corner and picking it up, saying, "There it is." It seemed likely that he'd dropped this after he arrived, when he heard Yumi's scream.

 

 

 

"Here, Sacchan."

 

 

 

"Huh?"

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama looked blankly when he offered it to her.

 

 

 

"I said this before, right? It's a present from me. You can share it with everyone later."

 

 

 

"I wonder what it could be."

 

 

 

As she said this, Sachiko-sama slid her finger through the tape lightly holding the bag closed and peeked inside. From Yumi's position, she couldn't tell what was inside. The bag was rather small for sweets and it wasn't that thick either.

 

 

 

"Mmm."

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama's face brightened the moment she realized what the gift was.

 

 

 

"Thank-you, Suguru-san. It's a wonderful gift."

 

 

 

What on earth could it be that made her so happy? Since he'd told her to share it with everyone, Yumi would probably find out some time today. But would someone other than Sachiko-sama be that happy to receive it? She had absolutely no way to tell, though.

 

 

 

"Ah, right. I'm going skiing with my uni buddies from the morning of the fifth."

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san suddenly announced his schedule. Even though n.o.body had asked.

 

 

 

"Huh?"

 

 

 

"So if there's anything you need me to do, I'd appreciate if you let me know by the day before that. I'll be at home on the afternoon of the fourth."

 

 

 

"Will you be away for long? Are you going overseas?"

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama asked back. Indeed, from what Kashiwagi-san had said, it wasn't obvious when he'd next be contactable after the fourth.

 

 

 

"No, just for four days. In the Tohoku region."

 

 

 

"I doubt there's anything that urgent that I'd need you for."

 

 

 

And it was only domestic travel, so it shouldn't take too long for him to return. Yumi didn't understand why he was informing his relatives of such an absence.

 

 

 

"I suppose. But the winter break will be over by the time I return."

 

 

 

"So?"

 

 

 

"That's all. I'll pick you up a souvenir."

 

 

 

"That won't be necessary."

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama smiled. Just don't break a leg, alright?

 

 

 

Even though they'd just canceled their engagement, they looked to be closer than ever.