Maria-sama ga Miteru Volume 11 Chapter 6

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sooner or later" came surprisingly quickly, and it brought someone unexpected to her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sat.u.r.day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They'd completed the first stage of cleaning the cla.s.sroom and Yumi had ventured away from the school building to dispose of the rubbish. The school's PA system echoed through the cloudy sky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"High-school second-year pine cla.s.s f.u.kuzawa Yumi-san. Please report to the staff room immediately."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi thought, "Hey, the person they're calling has a name just like mine," as she set the garbage bag down in the collection area, but then she realized.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Huh?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I repeat - "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The PA system called for f.u.kuzawa Yumi-san once more.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Uh, uh, uh."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

f.u.kuzawa Yumi from the second-year pine cla.s.s. The only person that could be was herself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was the first time her name had ever been called over the school PA system, and a light panic set in. She picked up the garbage bag she'd just set down, turned around and took three steps forward before realizing what she'd done and putting the garbage back. Thankfully, she was on her own, so no-one saw this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What to do?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi stopped to think for a moment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wait, it wasn't only students that had done something wrong that were called for over the PA system. But recalling those close to her that had been summoned, like Satou Sei-sama during the "Forest of Thorns" strife, or Torii Eriko-sama during the "Yellow Rose" paranoia, they had all been surrounded by the pungent scent of scandal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Maybe this has something to do with Touko-chan &h.e.l.lip; ?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But the bad rumors had stopped completely when she brought Touko-chan in to the Rose Mansion. It didn't seem likely that the teachers would only have found out about this now either.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On top of that, she was being told to go to the staff room. Not the educational guidance room or the school princ.i.p.al's office, but somehow more befitting of Yumi's lowly stature.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"They said 'immediately,' so I guess I have to go."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even after thinking about it, she saw no alternative. She wasn't brave enough to go home and pretend she hadn't heard. Yumi started walking back towards the school building and saw Shimako-san's cla.s.smate Katsura-san running towards her, brandishing her schoolbag.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wah, it's Yumi-san!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi didn't know why, but Katsura-san seemed shocked to see her, like she'd just seen a ghost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What's the matter?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I don't really know what's happening, so I came running back because I really wanted to tell you about it most of all, and then I saw you."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Katsura-san took hold of Yumi's hand and squeezed tightly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What did you want to tell me? Is it about the announcement?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What announcement?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Over the PA system &h.e.l.lip; right?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apparently they were both talking about different things.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I told you, I've just run all the way back from the school gate. There's no way I could have heard any announcement."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Katsura-san said, puffing her chest out with pride.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The school gate?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi asked. What possible reason could Katsura-san have to run all the way back here from the main gate?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Right, the gate, the gate. I was so surprised, I had to come back. Pretty impressive, hey."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What are you talking about?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The prince. Weren't you listening?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wasn't she listening? That was the first time Katsura-san had mentioned the word 'prince'.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The prince came to the school gates in a bright-red pumpkin sports-car. I wonder who he's here for. Wearing a suit and all, he looks so much more dashing than before."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A bright-red pumpkin sports-car. Totally incoherent. However.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The prince &h.e.l.lip; "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi could only think of one person who could be a bright-red pumpkin sports-car driving prince.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The prince of the ginkgo nut country, Kashiwagi Suguru. Sachiko-sama's cousin, and provisional fiancé. Until Touko-chan's appearance, he had been Yumi's number one rival.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last year, he had been recruited from the neighboring boys school to play the role of the prince in 'Cinderella' for the Yamayurikai executive's school festival production.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The first-years were asking, "Who's that?" The second and third-years were all telling them, "It's the prince, the prince." There was a huge group of people looking on, like some boy-band photo-shoot."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Then Katsura-san got excited and wanted to tell someone all about it, and before she knew it she'd run all the way here. Kashiwagi-san had obvious good looks, the type that were incredibly well-received at an all-girls school.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Was Kashiwagi-san by himself?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"When I saw him, he seemed to be waiting by the car alone. That's the impression I got."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Katsura-san leaned against the wall of the school building and crossed her legs. Then she flicked her bangs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oowah."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi could picture it in her imagination. He would have been fine just waiting in the car, but no, he was the type of person who just had to get out of the car and grab everyone's attention. Since he was a narcissist who knew just how good he looked, he'd unashamedly adopt that sort of pretentious pose. Basically, the prince character. And the fairy-tale prince was most definitely never shy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So, what do you think, Yumi-san?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What do I think? Cinderella's absent."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If Kashiwagi-san was the prince, then Cinderella was Sachiko-sama. That was the play's cast, there was no way to shift the roles around. Incidentally, Yumi had played Older Sister B, one of Cinderella's tormentors.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Don't you think he could be here for you? After all, you were last year's Miss Cinderella."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

" &h.e.l.lip; And this is the prize, huh?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Miss Cinderella was an earlier award. But recognition as a heroine was the only prize she'd received for having the good fortune of going from unknown first-year student to Sachiko-sama's pet.i.t soeur.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The prince probably just came to pick up Touko-chan."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They were both Sachiko-sama's relatives. They referred to each other as "Gentle brother" and "Touko," so it wasn't strange that he'd come to pick her up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Maybe you're right. That's kinda boring though."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Katsura-san joked, but she seemed refreshed now that she'd said what she wanted to say. Completely the opposite of when she'd come running up, Katsura-san said a polite farewell of, "Well then, gokigenyou."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ah."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Katsura-san had started walking back towards the school gate when she suddenly stopped, spun around and said to Yumi:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So, what was the announcement that you were talking about, Yumi-san?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ah - !"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi cried out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sorry, Katsura-san, I've got to go. I'll tell you all about it next time."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She quickly wiped the soles of her indoor shoes on the mat, then flew into the school building. Thanks to Kashiwagi-san, she'd completely forgotten about it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ah, but even so.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Since the announcement had said 'immediately,' just how much tardiness would they accept?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About a dozen people had gathered in front of the staff room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ah."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yoshino-san spotted Yumi and raised her arm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just like the other times, students other than the one called had spontaneously gathered at the designated location.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Taking a rough survey of the people in front of her, there was Rei-sama, Shimako-san and Noriko-chan. They'd probably hurried over when they heard "f.u.kuzawa Yumi" called. It felt like they'd all dropped everything to come here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As she looked at each of their faces, Yumi thought, "They're good friends alright."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Touko-chan was nowhere to be seen. Although Yumi hadn't really expected Touko-chan to be worried about her. Still, she was a bit disappointed by her absence. Well, it was after school on Sat.u.r.day, so perhaps Touko-chan had gone home already. Even if she was still on campus, it was possible that she was somewhere where she couldn't hear the announcement - .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Setting that aside for now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi had no idea whatsoever why she had been called here, and while she was still trying to figure out what sort of expression she should have, a group of students encamped near the door to the staffroom made their way over to her. The mood wasn't right for a greeting of "Gokigenyou," so they simply bowed to their target.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

( &h.e.l.lip; Thanks for everything.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The newspaper club's Mami-san and the photography club's Tsutako-san could always sniff out when something was happening, and as expected they had both gathered here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rest were probably just curious onlookers. They had their backs to her, so they hadn't noticed that Yumi had arrived, clumped together in a circle like a dumpling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's Yumi-san."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of them noticed her and whispered to the others, and the dumpling fell apart in the twinkling of an eye. Like the blossoming of a flower bud, a single young lady appeared in the center. That person was -

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Rosa Chinensis!?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Gokigenyou, Yumi-chan. It's been a while."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She was wearing a dark suit that blended in with the Lillian's school uniforms, so Yumi hadn't noticed someone in street clothes mixed in among the group. It was indeed Rosa Chinensis. Well, more accurately, it was the former Rosa Chinensis, Mizuno Youko-sama, magnificently taking center stage like "The Birth of Venus," as she turned to Yumi and smiled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wh-what on earth brings you here!?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi rushed over to her. Youko-sama slowly moved forwards to meet Yumi. Youko-sama really felt like an adult, perhaps due to her light makeup. It seemed unbelievable that until just three months ago they had worn the same school uniform.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her muted matte pink lipstick coated lips informed Yumi:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I came to see you. I'd like you to come with me."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Huh? But I was called to - "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi pointed at the staff room right beside her, and Youko-sama smiled wryly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Took you a while. I was the one that asked the teacher to do that. It seemed the quickest way to catch you."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Wh-wh"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Why? Because I'm in a race against time."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama spoke quickly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hey, Yumi-chan, if you could help Sachiko, would you?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi didn't know what was going on, but to the question of whether she would help Sachiko-sama, the answer was always an unconditional yes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Then come with me."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama took Yumi by the hand, opened the door to the staffroom and informed them:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Teacher, f.u.kuzawa-san's here, thanks for all your help."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Okay."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of the teachers called back from inside. Apparently she'd made full use of her status as a former pupil and Rosa Chinensis to convince the supervisor and broadcasting club to summon Yumi. That was the ever-practical Youko-sama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Here, Yumi-san."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They set off walking down the corridor and Yoshino-san popped out in front of them and held out a schoolbag.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Youko-sama said she was taking you away, so I rushed back to the cla.s.sroom and got it."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was indeed Yumi's schoolbag.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thank-you."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As she took the schoolbag, Yoshino-san gave Yumi's hands a quick squeeze.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Good luck. Tell me all about it later."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Okay."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It felt like Yoshino-san's power flowed into Yumi's body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi didn't know where Youko-sama was taking her, but it was to help Sachiko-sama, so she gladly went. If her hard work could help Sachiko-sama, then she'd work as hard as she could.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Youko-sama, come and visit us again sometime."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Next time, stay a little while longer."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The students that had previously been surrounding Youko-sama reluctantly waved and said their goodbyes. Yumi felt like she'd seen them somewhere before, so perhaps they were the former Rosa Chinensis' fan club, enthusiastic devotees of Mizuno Youko-sama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama looked back over her shoulder and waved briefly in response. But that was all. There were no lingering farewells, as soon as she took hold of Yumi's hand she moved quickly to leave the staffroom behind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama was silent as they descended the stairs and walked along the first-floor hallway. She kept walking, not saying anything about where they were going or why Sachiko-sama needed Yumi's help.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even when they split up, Yumi going to her shoe box and Youko-sama going towards the visitor entrance, all she said was, "Well, I'll wait for you outside." She didn't seem angry, but she wasn't the usual br.i.m.m.i.n.g-with-confidence Youko-sama that Yumi knew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When they rejoined in front of the visitor entrance, Youko-sama said nothing and started walking quickly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi felt like she'd only seen Youko-sama's face from diagonally behind for a while now. Perhaps it was due to the angle, but her expression looked quite stern.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Umm."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unable to endure the lengthy silence any further, Yumi started speaking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama didn't stop walking, instead turning only her head as she questioned Yumi. Seeing her eyes for the first time in a while, Yumi bowed her head deeper than before.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm sorry."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What on earth for?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As expected of Youko-sama, she stopped on a dime, turned and asked the question.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You told me to take care of Sachiko-sama, and I - "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ah."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Should that response from Youko-sama be taken to mean that she knew the current state of affairs between Yumi and Sachiko-sama, or was there a certain amount of conjecture involved? Maybe she hadn't understood everything.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'm sure Sachiko's at fault."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama said curtly as she resumed walking.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi followed after her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Don't worry about it. It wasn't some grandiose commandment. If two people are only joined together because someone else tells them to, it will never work out. Things fall apart when it's their time to. I say that intentionally too."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Things fall apart when it's their time to. The impact of those words reverberated around Yumi's heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So even if we say that you ran out of patience with Sachiko, I think that was unavoidable. But right now, I want you to come with me. And I want you to help Sachiko."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama ran her hand through her short hair and smiled thinly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Even after graduation, I'll probably be her big sister for the rest of my life. That's why I've become used to doing such foolish things for her. Entering my alma mater, using the PA system for personal reasons, and now forcing a junior to accompany me."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ah."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi had finally hit upon something.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Don't tell me Kashiwagi-san too &h.e.l.lip; !"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was no need to hear her response. Youko-sama had dragged Kashiwagi-san into this. Even though he wasn't romantically interested in Sachiko-sama, Kashiwagi-san probably cared for her deeply, so would have happily lent a hand to help Sachiko-sama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What happened?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama must be in dire straits to force Youko-sama and Kashiwagi-san to take action. But Youko-sama wouldn't tell her anything. The only thing she said was:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"All I'll say is that, right now, you are the one thing that Sachiko needs most in this world."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When they reached the statue of Maria-sama, Youko-sama said to Yumi, "Go ahead and pray," then gave her a gentle nudge forwards.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"And you?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I'll pa.s.s for today. I prayed earlier today, elsewhere. Don't mind me, I'm just not in the mood."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"&h.e.l.lip; ?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi didn't really understand, but knew they were in a rush, so she hurried over to the statue and prayed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For Sachiko-sama to be saved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She made the request not knowing why Sachiko-sama needed saving.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As always, Maria-sama said nothing and smiled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But that was fine. Having her watching over them like that was enough to bring comfort to Yumi.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I look displeased, don't I?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama asked, after Yumi had run back to her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

" &h.e.l.lip; A little."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After she answered honestly, Yumi thought, "Ooops," but she couldn't take back the words she'd said. However, Youko-sama smiled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's okay. I am displeased. It annoys me that I couldn't do anything for Sachiko, despite how much I care for her. Like I was nothing. I adore you Yumi-chan, but I'm also feeling a little bit jealous &h.e.l.lip; it's complicated."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Jealous?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Right. You're a big-shot. And I'm jealous of that."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In contrast to her words, Youko-sama gently embraced Yumi's shoulder as they walked together.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yumi-chan, do you love Sachiko?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I do."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Okay. That's good."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Somehow, it felt like she'd had that same conversation with someone else recently.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I've been awaiting your arrival, Cinderella."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san was posed exactly as Katsura-san had described, leaning against a red car.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Although there was some distance to the road, he was right in front of the school gate. Since this coincided with going home time, he and his beloved car stood out like a sore thumb.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Quit messing around."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi said somewhat coldly as Kashiwagi-san reverentially opened the rear door for her. Based on what Youko-sama had been saying, Yumi could tell that Sachiko-sama was in serious trouble, yet he still acted like it was a game. On top of that, Yumi wasn't Cinderella. She was Cinderella's mean Older Sister B.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Uh-oh. Don't look so angry. For today I'm just a pitiful coach-driver mouse."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You don't seem to know your part very well."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama cynically raised an eyebrow. Kashiwagi-san raised both hands to shoulder level, in an "I surrender" pose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"And your role today seems to be less the queen and more the witch. I couldn't possibly defy you."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Why thank-you. Shall we go, Yumi-chan?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama smoothly rebuffed him and settled into one of the rear seats. Sadly, the coach-driver mouse holding the door open didn't receive a single word of grat.i.tude.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Umm. Are we going to be driving along mountain roads, by any chance?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi asked, just in case, before she got in the car.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No, we're staying in the city. Why do you ask?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I've been told your driving makes people ill."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Touko-chan's advice. Yumi thought she'd never get to use it in her entire life, but the opportunity had come surprisingly quickly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ahh, you're talking about that one time with Sacchan? Come to think of it, that was the day you rang, wasn't it?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san had called Sachiko-sama, "Sacchan." Yumi really didn't like him addressing her like that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Hey, what are you two talking about? You could do that while we're driving, right?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At Youko-sama's urging, Yumi hastily got into the car. A small cheer went up from the onlookers.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san also hurried into the driver's seat, then said to Youko-sama by way of explanation:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I drove Sacchan up to the hospital once. That's what you were talking about, right Yumi-chan?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He turned the key and the engine started.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sacchan got terrible car-sickness and swore she'd never ride with me again."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That hadn't really been what Yumi had been talking about, but there was no need to bring Touko-chan into the conversation, so she didn't say anything. More importantly, something he'd said had caught her attention.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The hospital?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The car took off smoothly. Indicating right, it entered traffic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ah, the hospital with her grandmother, of course."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san said, shifting up a gear. Oh, the car wasn't an automatic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That day, I offered to take her because none of the Ogasawara cars were available, but Touko-chan pleaded with me to let her come too."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

" &h.e.l.lip; So that's what happened."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama was visiting her grandmother in hospital that day. But Kashiwagi-san had said they went for a drive, so Yumi had been convinced that Sachiko-sama, Kashiwagi-san and Touko-chan had been out having fun together.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In that case, Sachiko-sama should have just told her from the start. That she couldn't go to the amus.e.m.e.nt park because her grandmother was in hospital. Yumi wouldn't have objected at all. And she wouldn't have foolishly become jealous of Touko-chan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It's Touko's grandfather's hospital."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ah - "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At the foot of a mountain, where the air is clear, like an old-fashioned hospital.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh, you didn't know, Yumi-chan? Her grandmother was at that hospital for the last year or so. Sacchan would visit her about once a month. Although it looks like she's been visiting more frequently this last month. While her condition was a bit more precarious&h.e.l.lip; Uh-oh."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san slammed on the brakes as he said this. The car in front had stopped for a red light, but he hadn't noticed until quite late.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Excuse me, driver, please keep your eyes on the road at all times."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama leaned forwards and scolded him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You know, in general, you talk too much."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Huh?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san turned to look back at them, but Youko-sama's glare said, "Don't look this way," which pushed his gaze reluctantly forwards. The lights went green and the car took off again. Next to Yumi, Youko-sama sighed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Sachiko told me not to say anything about her grandmother."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Really? But she didn't tell me, so it shouldn't matter if I say something, right?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So naïve. Sachiko didn't say anything to you because she couldn't have imagined you coming into contact with Yumi-chan."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They turned a corner. They'd now entered a part of the city that was foreign to Yumi.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But your grandmother - "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi mumbled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ah, grandmother Ogasawara died a long time ago. This is Sayako-sama's mother. It's not that strange that you wouldn't know her, since they didn't live together."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san joined in the conversation even when he was turning the steering wheel. They were still in the city, so he wasn't making any sudden speed changes or any rash overtaking maneuvers. For the time being, he was trying to drive safely. Even so, it was occasionally terrifying.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"So how is her grandmother now &h.e.l.lip; ?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi inquired, and Youko-sama instantly sunk into silence. Even Kashiwagi-san, who had been so talkative up until this point, looked as though he was searching for what to say as he gripped the steering wheel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From that, Yumi could more or less infer what had happened.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The two silent people were both wearing similar dark outfits. On closer inspection, their clothes weren't made out of characteristic mourning dress textiles, but seeing them together they looked like a young couple on their way home from a funeral. On his own, Kashiwagi-san just looked unmistakeably like a night worker though.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"They had a private funeral today. Her wishes were for it to be family only. So neither I nor Kashiwagi-san attended. I went and offered my condolences to Sachiko and her parents this morning."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san was the son of Sachiko-sama's father's sister, so while he was Sachiko-sama's cousin, he wasn't related to Sayako-sama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"If they hadn't shut out everyone but immediate family, it almost certainly would have turned into a major spectacle due to the Ogasawara group connections."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yeah, that's probably true."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Unusually, Youko-sama agreed with Kashiwagi-san's opinion. But when Kashiwagi-san happily smiled at her, he once again earned Youko-sama's scorn.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I told you before, don't look this way!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Up until March he had spearheaded Hanadera Academy's student council, but he certainly didn't look that way when matched against Youko-sama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You know, you Yamayurikai executive members are all such strong women. Intense, I guess you could say &h.e.l.lip; Never kind to men."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That's just because they're dealing with you."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

" - So Youko-san says, but what on earth could she mean, Yumi-chan?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I think it's because even if they're hostile to you, you're not hurt or irritated by it."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Because he called upon her by name, Yumi said what she'd been thinking. But even though she thought she was sticking up for Kashiwagi-san, he seemed sincerely crestfallen, and not acting at all, as he slumped his shoulders.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Is that because they don't look at me as a man?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yeah."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Say it clearly."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi thought that way too. Because, honestly, even if they were hostile to him, he wasn't hurt or irritated by it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I thought you weren't particularly interested in girls, Kashiwagi-san?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Despite being engaged to Sachiko-sama, he had sought same-s.e.x romantic interests.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"No, I like girls."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Through the rear-view mirror, Kashiwagi-san smiled brilliantly at her. Maybe he didn't know that it wouldn't work.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But you like boys better, right?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ha ha ha. I'm no match for you, Yumi-chan."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama listened to their conversation with her arms crossed. She seemed completely uninterested in what they were talking about, but it wasn't making her uncomfortable. Maybe she was using it to pa.s.s the time, like listening to the car radio.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi wasn't bothered by it either. She had no interest whatsoever in Kashiwagi-san himself. If he started talking about resolving his engagement to Sachiko-sama, then she'd probably listen more intently. As long as Sachiko-sama wasn't involved, then he could get with whichever guys or girls he wanted to.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Ah.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No, there was one other thing that bothered her, so she decided to fire a warning shot, just in case.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Don't you lay a finger on my little brother."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What was up with that silence?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Don't tell me you've already done something!?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi leaned forwards from the back seat and shook Kashiwagi-san's shoulder. And when his shoulder shook, the hand on the wheel shook. Ruining Kashiwagi-san's driving ability.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I haven't, I haven't. Just some light skinship."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Light skinship &h.e.l.lip; ?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well then, that was a dilemma. She didn't know how far Kashiwagi-san's definition of 'light' extended. But she wasn't inclined to dig any deeper. While they were siblings, there was still the issue of intruding on Yuuki's privacy. Or, more accurately, she just didn't want to imagine it. A love scene between Kashiwagi-san and Yuuki.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi let go of his shoulder and Kashiwagi-san breathed a sigh of relief. Youko-sama, who had been silent up until then, threw in her two cents worth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"But don't you try to draw the normal into your abnormal world?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That sort of thing is amusing. But I just like seeing Yuuki when he's hostile."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san played the pervert spectacularly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"What on earth could you possibly see in Yuuki?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi asked, and as he indicated right Kashiwagi-san said, "Let's see." Then, as though speaking to himself, he said:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"The Ogasawara bloodline probably has a latent weakness for the f.u.kuzawa-siblings type."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even though it was her first time here, it seemed somehow familiar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Where are we?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Grandmother's house. Sachiko's here."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was a quiet residential district just off a main street. At the end of a narrow street they came to an old-fashioned gate, shaped to look like a wall. After pa.s.sing through this, a garden spread out around them that was cultivated to look like it was untouched.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It could be called cozy when compared to the Ogasawara estate, but for the metropolitan area, a western-style house stood on what could be described as palatial grounds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sachiko-sama's house was in a different direction, and since they'd said it was a private funeral she hadn't really expected a funeral house. - Such had been Yumi's thoughts as she rode in the car, but she hadn't contemplated that she might be brought to the grandmother's house.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Long ago, this used to be a holiday house or something, when they had lots of estates. But with no heir, they were all sold off one-by-one, until only this was left. It seems like this was grandmother's favorite."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san parked his red car close to the gate. Yumi recognized the black car beside them, and, just as she thought, she recognized the chauffeur that was busily polishing the car.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ma'am, ma'am."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the trio got out of the car, the chauffeur entered the western-style house ahead of them, to announce their arrival. Whereupon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Thank-you kindly."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sayako oba-sama, wearing a black kimono, poked her head outside. Sayako oba-sama was Sachiko-sama's mother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ah, Yumi-chan. I'm sorry, and thank-you."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Sayako oba-sama saw Yumi's face, she hurried outside, putting on a handy pair of backless high-heels instead of the wooden sandals that were traditionally worn with a kimono.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oba-sama. Allow me to offer - "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi's head had been so full of Sachiko-sama that she hadn't practiced saying her condolences. But, thinking about it, it would have been worse for Sayako oba-sama as she had lost her mother.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Yes, yes. Condolences and all that."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi felt a little dispirited seeing Sayako oba-sama cut her off so quickly. But having a member of the grieving family smiling coaxed forth an awkward smile from Yumi.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Anyway, come in, come in."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sayako oba-sama gestured to them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Come on. Youko-san, Suguru-san, you too."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

However, Youko-sama stayed where she was and said:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Would you mind if I had a look around the garden?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gardens where trees, weeds and gra.s.s were allowed to grow as they pleased had a much more interesting appearance than impeccably manicured ones. This one was like a jungle, and wasn't outshone by the Ikegami residence where Yumiko-san lived.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"That's fine. But there might be some insects about."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sayako oba-sama warned her, but Youko-sama smiled and said, "That's alright."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That wasn't a joke, the garden looked like it would be crawling with insects. Ones with wings, ones without legs, ones with lots of legs - enough different types to start an insect collection. Thick vines that Yumi had once seen on an excursion to the mountains curled around the tall trees. A bit like a hiking course. In autumn, there would undoubtedly be an incredible harvest of nuts and berries.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I guess I'll accompany her."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kashiwagi-san smirked as he walked behind Youko-sama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Why you?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Youko-sama scowled lightly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"It should be fine, yeah? You somehow don't think of me as a man, right? So it shouldn't worry you. Or do you absolutely want to be by yourself? In that case, I'll hold back."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

" &h.e.l.lip; Honestly, you get bent out of shape over every little thing."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Victory to Kashiwagi-san this time around. Youko-sama turned and started walking, not trying to fend him off anymore. As he followed after her, Kashiwagi-san turned and waved to Sayako oba-sama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"We'll come inside for tea in a little while."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Ho ho &h.e.l.lip; Ahh, to be young."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sayako oba-sama smiled, then put her arm around Yumi's shoulder and brought her to the entrance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Pardon my intrusion."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One step inside the house and Yumi was ensconced in the gentle aroma of flowers. But despite this, there wasn't even a hint of incense.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thinking of funerals, the first thing that came to mind was the Buddhist rituals, but perhaps this family was different. Yumi had never attended a Shinto or Christian funeral service, so she didn't know how they differed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Should I pay my respects &h.e.l.lip; "

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yumi thought this was the right thing to do, but Sayako oba-sama said, "Later," and continued down the corridor. They pa.s.sed what looked like a living room - the door was open, and the room was decorated with so many pure white flowers that it looked like it was overflowing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Prioritize the living over the dead."