Chapter 20
Epilogue
I understand, it’s true that in this world you have to be cautious like you’re cautious when exploring haunted places. In the shadow of fun things, lurk painful and difficult things, they are all present on the path we choose – This time, I learned that painfully. There may be a clear spring at the end of a narrow road. There may be a beast waiting at the end of a big, bright road. It's up to you to choose where to go on that crossroad, since nobody knows what lies ahead. Even if you keep your ears and eyes open, and try your best to think, you may make mistakes. But, it’s wrong to blame yourself or the people around you when that happens. Rather it would be better to enjoy it. I’m sure that way life will be—
“….It would be brighter that way.”
Leaning back on a bench in Tokyo station, I was thinking those kinds of things absentmindedly. My exams ended safely, I’d be going back home with my sister. I’d return to Fujieda, press the reset button on my life. It seemed the main gist of the events had been discussed by my sister and father. My father just took a long sigh as if a heavy weight had been lifted off of his shoulders and only said, ‘is that so?’ At any rate, I hadn't even visited my mom's grave until now, and that was a bad sign of filial piety. That’s why… I’d planned on talking about the many things that happened up until now.
“Hey, Nagi-suke!”
Suddenly, there was a shout so angry that people in a hundred meter range turned around in unison.
“You bastard, sitting on that bench all self-important, don’t act so carefree –dammit!”
I timidly turned to face that direction -- Bento, magazines, tea, souvenirs, and other stuff I didn’t know, was being carried in large quantities by my sister, twenty year old Akira Yamada. She tossed back her long, dyed in deep red, fluffy hair, and gave me a vicious stare.
“Making a lady carry heavy things like this, while you recline back on that bench, what are you thinking, ya bastard?”
“I-I’m sorry.” It's almost a conditional reflex now. I stumbled forward, and rushed towards my sister’s side.
“Listen! I even ended up paying for your substitute train ticket. I'll add that to the moving expenses from the other day, so you pay me back in full, alright?”
“….Yes.”
I hoped she would at least be a little nice to me after all that had happened, but that was actually a naïve view. In any case, there was still one week left to return home, so it was fine, she said. And without considering the fact that it had only being her second year in her company, she excitedly applied for a paid vacation, and decided to stay in my apartment until the day we returned. She took care of the food and laundry, but she took over the loft area where I slept, my right to choose the TV programs disappeared, and took away my right to the freshly drawn bath. I was only able to finish this trial because I was working in the family restaurants that open late at night.
As expected of the leader of the ladies: Akira of the Dawn, who was famous in Fujieda in the past.
“Come on, guys, grab all these. You owe me money for lunch and tea, right? Get a part time job and pay me back, ok? There's no interest for up to 3 months, but after that, I'll start charging 10% interest a month.”
….A demon. She’s a demon.
Does she realize that I'm a struggling university student with no allowance?
After shoving a total of six bags on me, my sister asked:
“So, you still haven’t realized it?”
“….What?”
I asked in return, and she clicked her tongue a little and ruffled her curly, bright hair.
“That's why you’re called a fool. Mind your surroundings a bit more.”
I look around and I see someone plodding around on a bench near the stairs, playing with their feet. In that familiar uniform of white blouse and black tie, was Yoishi Mitsurugi.
“I-it’s her, why is sh—“
“Hurry up and go, just remember, you have about two minutes until the train leaves. Keep it short.”
For all those thoughtful lines, she still thrust the luggage on to me while she went ahead and boarded the train. It couldn’t be helped; I staggered my way to the bench Yoishi was sitting on while carrying the luggage.
“Hey.”
I called out to Yoishi, she raised her face slightly.
“What are you doing in a place like this?”
Yoishi didn’t reply, and continued to look vacantly in the direction of her feet.
“Oh, I see, You came to see me off? Maybe you were worried we might not meet again.”
I took a seat next to the silent Yoishi – I intentionally put on a smile and said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be back. I’ll definitely return to my house, and open the fusuma, without fail. No matter what’s on the other side – I’ll accept it, and come back.”
I felt a pang in my chest at the end, but I spoke that much in one breath to hide it.
“But, you know, really-- it's all just like a dream.” I whispered that and Yoishi turned my way.
“Ah, I’m talking about it being a dream in a figurative sense, there’s still so many things that I can’t piece together. When I get back home, my mother won’t be there, I still…haven’t accepted that completely.”
I was supposed to say things as smoothly as possible - but how pathetic. I ended up saying something unexpected to Yoishi.
“If it’s about your mother, she’s here.”
“….Eh?”
Yoishi slowly took out something wrapped in white cloth from her bag. She gently unwrapped that with both her hands and it was – an old kokeshi doll. At that moment, an unspeakable chill spread down my spine.
“---Ah, You, That is…”
“It’s a trophy.”
Yoishi Mitsurugi’s tucked the kokeshi back into her bag again, her dark eyes shined with happiness.
“Show it to me once again, there’s no way that...”
“I refuse. This is something I brought out, after all.”
No, there’s no way it could have been that. She’s probably just trying to scare me with a similar kokeshi doll she found at a thrift store or something. That has to be it – I try to think like that, but it’s Yoishi after all. I couldn't think about the possibility of such a creepy thing happening calmly, so I stopped myself from pursuing it. After all, I was in a period of mental rehabilitation. I couldn’t afford to be shaken mentally right now.
“So, did you come all the way to Tokyo station just to show that me?”
Yoishi sank back into silence in response. I was at a loss for words, too, because I didn’t know how much I could ask in such a short amount of time. We just wasted the rest of our time there, as if we were playing the role of a new couple who were going to say farewell soon.
Before long – the announcement of the train departing echoed on the platform.
“Well… I’m going.”
I stood up, and Yoishi followed in silence. . As I walked to the entrance of the train and was about to push the bulky bundle of paper bags into the doorway, I heard a voice from behind me.
“Koumei school, first year highschooler, Class A, Yoishi Mitsurugi, 16 years old.”
Surprised, I turned back, Yoishi was standing still in a posture with her hands clasped behind her back.
The train bell rang – I panicked, and got on the train.
“Next time, if we meet again...”
Yoishi spoke. But that moment, the door closed, but she continued to speak. I tried hard to read the movement of her lips. I never studied lip-reading in the first place. But, miraculously her words reached me.
I’ll become your friend.
Yoishi said with a somewhat nervous expression.
“You're kidding me.”
I laughed.
I frantically waved to her as I looked out of the window of the moving train.
I don’t know if that was enough to convey it to her.
In that case, I'll come back as soon as possible. She was wearing a forlorn look on her face as she came to see me off. So I'm going to convey this to her:
We’re not friends, we’re war comrades.
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