Maria-sama ga Miteru Volume 7 Chapter 1
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The girls had gathered after school in their room of the clubhouse building.
"So, both Rosa Foetida and Rosa Chinensis scored high in their exams."
Tsukiyama Minako, head of the newspaper club, put tick marks against some notes in her notebook then raised her head. She was talking softly, but she wasnt doing anything wrong.
It was simply a habit of hers. Call it an occupational hazard.
It goes without saying, but the newspaper club produced the school newspaper.
Stories leaking before they were published was a life-and-death matter. Newspapers dealt with the "new." If all they served up was stale old gossip, it couldnt be called a newspaper. It would be brand-new day-old news. Call it an oldspaper - and who wants that.
At any rate, for Tsukiyama Minako (17 years old) who lived and died by the scoop, it wasnt an exaggeration to say that the only time she spoke loudly in the clubroom was when the printer was running at full bore. Comparatively, the number of times she actually had a scoop were quite low. But that was something that was better not discussed.
"I imagine it was only a one-in-a-million shot that theyd fail, but I regret to inform you that they pa.s.sed the entrance exams for the universities they applied to."
Minakos soeur, Yamaguchi Mami, said briskly. What was with her deadpan tone? Shed been getting excited about their conversation, but just like that, her spirits had dropped.
"All three of them turned down the priority placement system, electing to sit exams. I suppose it shows their determination and sense of purpose ... Although thats probably related to their likelihood of success."
As shed expected from the results, there didnt seem to be much of interest there. Minako partic.i.p.ated in the conversation in a half-hearted manner, as she sorted through her "Lillian Kawaraban" file. In terms of popularity, the Valentines special edition was right at the top.
"So then, which universities are they going to?"
One of the other first-years asked, intensely curious. Yes, that was the right response. A demand for information.
"Dont know yet."
Minako answered, shaking her head.
"Ive been trying all my sources, but with no success. Either theyre not talking, or they really dont know."
"Ah, your sources ... "
The non-Mami first-years (there were three of them, so call them Club Member A, B and C for convenience. Naturally, Minako knew the name of her club members, but its not relevant to the main story) had knowing and dubious expressions as they repeated this back.
Her sources.
Speaking plainly, it was everyone close to the Rose Mansion. While she would have liked to charge straight at the Roses themselves, pretty much all of the third-year cla.s.ses were just self-study at this point and the cla.s.srooms were practically deserted during breaks, so her chances of meeting the people she wanted to was low.
So shed changed her sights to the Roses pet.i.t soeurs, and their pet.i.t soeurs, but that was proving equally tough.
Even if the boutons were keeping quiet, it looked like their pet.i.t soeurs really didnt know.
Rosa Foetida en boutons pet.i.t soeur, Shimazu Yoshino, was more devious than her looks suggested, but she wasnt as interested in her Rosa Foetida as she was in "Rei-chan," so she ended their conversation by saying, "I dont know."
Rosa Chinensis en boutons pet.i.t soeur, f.u.kuzawa Yumi, was the type of person whose face showed when they were lying. Based on her reaction, she definitely didnt know.
"But anyway."
Club Member A let out a sigh.
"Why do you think the Roses sat entrance exams?"
Club Members B and C both agreed with her, saying, "Right, right."
Students who had boarded the Lillians escalator very rarely went down.
The environment was good and the campus was s.p.a.cious.
Due to its history there was a well stocked library, as well as the latest equipment. Studying wasnt done for an exam, but for the pure pursuit of knowledge. Those immersed in this pressure-free school lifestyle rarely wanted to rush out into the outside world.
On the flip side, it didnt instill the att.i.tude needed for exams. And without that att.i.tude, very few students sat entrance exams for other schools. A chicken-and-egg situation.
"Maybe its simply that Lillians University doesnt offer the courses they want to do."
Minako voiced her deduction.
Right.
Those who where aiming high would strive for their goals, regardless of something like a test-taking att.i.tude.
"Or perhaps theyd like to further their studies alongside boys."
Kyaa. Club Members A, B and Cs shoulders all jumped up and down in excitement.
First-years were so simple-minded. - Except for one.
"That line of thinking wouldnt apply to Rosa Gigantea, though."
Murmured the one non-cute first-year, Mami.
"Whys that?"
"Its just that, it was getting towards the end of the year when she suddenly started thinking about continuing her education."
"Mmm."
Maybe she had heard something like that somewhere. Minako wordlessly agreed. That Mami, had she been digging up dirt on her own?
"And by that time, it seems like all the priority placement slots were filled - so, in a rush, she joined the examination group."
Why the change of heart? Still, it was quite impressive that Rosa Gigantea was sitting entrance exams after studying for only one or two months. She didnt look like the honors student type, but she could perform when she had to.
"Rosa Chinensis doesnt seem to be the kind of person to leave for that sort of reason either."
That sort of reason.
Going to a co-ed university because she wanted to get closer to boys. Umm, the exquisite Rosa Chinensis is. - Indeed, that wasnt the case. Minako agreed with this.
"But Rosa Foetida, on the other hand. She has an urge to go wherever it looks like shell experience something interesting."
How did she know that? Minako felt a little bit envious that Mami could talk so dispa.s.sionately about a subject that Minako was so fascinated by. She should have been happy to see her cute junior maturing, but Minako was a human and not a saint, so she couldnt just accept it.
(When I was a first-year, I was a more obedient, innocent child.)
Hey now, hey now. That was getting off the point at hand.
While she may be in a bit of a slump at the moment, Tsukiyama Minako, head of the newspaper club, could still land a huge scoop unattainable to the likes of Mami, if she felt like it.
Right. The soeur relationship was akin to master and apprentice. Eternal compet.i.tors.
"Rosa Foetida &h.e.l.lip; "
Club Member A muttered, just as Minako was burning with compet.i.tiveness.
"What?"
Minako bit into the tempting morsel, setting aside the matter of her pet.i.t soeur for now. While Rosa Foetida herself tended to pursue whatever she found interesting, Minakos favorite food was the interesting things that other people did.
"Nothing. Its just, I saw her the other day &h.e.l.lip; thats all."
"Where?"
"At the amus.e.m.e.nt park. Last Sat.u.r.day evening."
"The amus.e.m.e.nt park?"
The truth was Club Member A was considered something of an amus.e.m.e.nt park fanatic by those in the know. On a related note, the way she had her hair in buns on either side of her head resembled a certain amus.e.m.e.nt park mouse.
"Who was she with?"
Thinking that perhaps it was the whole Yellow Rose family, Minako rued her missed opportunity. Lots of soeurs would go places together before graduation, to make some memories. If she had known, she would have been compelled to give it in-depth coverage.
"Onee-sama. Please think things through further."
Mami interjected, amazed.
"I havent said anything yet."
"Even though you havent said anything, I can tell what youre thinking."
Mami was probably on the money, so Minako fell silent. From time to time shed shiver from the way it seemed like Mami could read her mind completely. In reality, Mami wasnt psychic, but Minako hadnt realized how incredibly straightforward and easy to grasp her own personality was.
"Since she went to that amus.e.m.e.nt park in the afternoon, its natural to a.s.sume she stayed overnight."
"Well, I guess."
A day trip wasnt impossible, but the amus.e.m.e.nt park was outside the capital. If she wanted to return the same day, the typical thing to do would be to choose a day when she could go in the morning.
"But the following Sunday was which day?"
"The following Sunday? Sunday, Sunday, &h.e.l.lip; ahh, the day of the Valentines gifts."
Minako stood, intentionally using ambiguous words, just in case some unknown person was listening.
"Correct. Please sit down."
Mami coldly ordered. Was she a game-show host?
"More accurately, it was the day of the half-day dates that were prizes for the winners of the Valentines Day Treasure Hunt event."
"&h.e.l.lip; Pedant."
"Thank-you."
Her parted forelocks were secured tightly with a hair-clip, so simply moving her head didnt dishevel her hairdo. The underlying concept behind Mamis hairstyle may well have been "rock-solid."
"I dont think Rei-sama would be going away on an overnight trip when her half-day date was the following day."
Just like that, the Yellow Rose family memory-making connection was cut. While Club Member A had returned the following morning and gone to work for the newspaper club (covering the dates), it was unthinkable that the leading lady, Hasekura Rei-sama, would walk such a tightrope. Plus her pet.i.t soeur, Shimazu Yoshino, had shown up at the K station bookstore as though shed just gone out shopping.
"Umm &h.e.l.lip; "
Now that the soeur dialogue had ended, Club Member A resumed her interrupted story.
"Rosa Foetida was with a guy, though."
"A guy!?"
Everyone, apart from Club Member A, including Minako and the usually cool Mami, bit at the word "guy." There had never even been a hint of a man around the three Roses. If, prior to graduation, a boyfriend came to light then it would be an unprecedented scandal. No doubt, it would be quite the scoop.
"A twenty &h.e.l.lip; no, twenty-five or six year old gentleman was walking with her, arm-in-arm, so when I first saw them I thought I might have been mistaken."
"Arm-in-arm!"
As expected, this was much more interesting than her choice of university. While they attended a school for young ladies, the students were all flesh-and-blood teenage girls. They probably wouldnt mind a love story. It would probably be very well received, in fact.
"We have to print this."
At that moment, Minako was wondering if it was alright to b.u.mp the commemorative graduation edition they were planning to publish in two weeks time. If necessary, they could always print a special edition.
However.
"This man, was he tall and lanky with silver gla.s.ses?"
Club Member B asked Club Member A an unusual question.
"No? He was well built, like an athlete."
"Oh my. Was he tall, and kind of high strung?"
Even Club Member C. Listing quite specific traits, like she knew something.
"What is this?"
Minako and Mami both asked at about the same time. They were partners in being left behind by the conversation, well, thats soeurs for you. They looked at each other grumpily.
"I saw her too. Friday last week, from memory. Holding hands in an art gallery."
That was Club Member B. Similarly for Club Member C:
"A restaurant. Sunday evening. His arm around her shoulder as they left - "
Silence descended upon the newspaper clubs clubroom.
Rosa Foetida went out every day, from Friday through Sat.u.r.day.
Well, that sort of thing happened. - For the time being, they tried to come up with an innocent explanation for it.
But, going out with a different man each time, and acting intimately with each of them? Since three of the five people present had witnessed such an event, if they went out and gathered more information, perhaps theyd find out about a lot more such occurrences.
"Weve never even heard about Rosa Foetida and a guy until now &h.e.l.lip; "
But no matter how much feelings strayed, there were some things that werent possible.
Using just this information, it was asking too much of any newspaper club member to arrive at a truth that their readers would accept.
Testimony of Club Member A (Alias)
This happened Sat.u.r.day last week. Id gone to the amus.e.m.e.nt park.
Well, obviously it wasnt a school holiday, so I went in the afternoon. I was coming back the next morning, so I changed my clothes before leaving. Our house is almost exactly halfway between Lillians and the amus.e.m.e.nt park, so that was no big deal.
Ah, I went by train. Just like I always do. I left an overnight bag at my cousins house, then went straight to the amus.e.m.e.nt park. One of my older cousins, an amus.e.m.e.nt park buddy. Ive got an annual pa.s.s, so I go whenever Ive got the time. It took pretty much all my New Years gift money. Well, I enjoy it, so what can you do.
Right, right, about Rosa Foetida.
I was about to enter the amus.e.m.e.nt park when a couple came walking over from the carpark. Very lovey-dovey. Arms joined. Bodies close together.
Its rude to stare, so I turned away from temptation and went to the entrance, but that girls voice wafted past from behind, and I felt like Id heard it somewhere, so I instinctively turned around. At that point, I knew it was Rosa Foetida.
Boy was I surprised.
It seemed like a completely different person to the usually cool Rosa Foetida.
Are you sure it really wasnt a different person, you say. Perhaps. It was quite dark.
But I dont think Im wrong.
Because it stuck in mind, although there wasnt anything I could do about it, but then I spotted the couple in the crowd watching a parade while I was lined up for one of the rides.
When I saw them I thought, "Ah, thats Rosa Foetida." The couple were in their own private world, completely oblivious to me.
The mans appearance &h.e.l.lip; Lets see, his height was about 170cm. Mid to late twenties &h.e.l.lip; I dont think he would have been thirty. Im not sure. Depending on the location, his impression seemed to change &h.e.l.lip; if it was dark, or he was beside the light, or he was in a shop in the arcade, that sort of thing.
Oh, my cousins house? Its about ten minutes walk from the train station near the amus.e.m.e.nt park &h.e.l.lip; no, more like fifteen minutes.
Its really lucky. You cant fully enjoy yourself if youre always worrying about the time. Its not like Id be able to stay overnight at a hotel or anything.
Come to think of it, I wonder what Rosa Foetida did.
It seems like they stayed there quite late. I wonder if her companion drove her home. Ahh, I wish I was going out with a guy with a car too.
(Sigh)
Testimony of Club Member B (Alias (Obviously))
Last Friday.
I saw Rosa Foetida at an art gallery in the city. Lithographs, I think theyre called. An exhibition of woodblock prints. Im not all that interested in it, but one of my dads work clients has some connection to the gallery, so I went with my mom using the free tickets we got.
I tell you, my dads even more clueless about art than me. So he makes us go, listens to our opinions, then acts like he went and saw it. Sneaky, right? Because of that, we dont have a single art book that hasnt got his notes scrawled all over it. Such a pain.
Ah, you got me. Thats the reason I missed club activities on Friday.
It closed at 7, so going there after club activities wouldnt have been possible. I could have gone straight there, but I stopped at home for a little while, then went out still wearing my school uniform. All this just so my parents could show off, its a tough life.
Rosa Foetida was wearing plain clothes.
At this time of year, third-years come and go from school as they please. For exams and the like. Rosa Foetida may not have even been to school that day. Or maybe she was there in the morning, then left sometime in the afternoon.
Her partner was lanky, with silver-rimmed gla.s.ses &h.e.l.lip; How can I put this, he had a sort of less fashionable look about him. Ah, his hair was parted to the side too.
If I had to say, he seemed a bit old-fashioned or stiff. But he wasnt old as such. About 30. Like a civil servant, or a bank worker, or a researcher &h.e.l.lip; that sort of type.
Ahh, dowdy. That sounds about right.
He was holding hands. With Rosa Foetida.
Holding hands with a high-school girl, Id call that pretty flashy. But a date at an art gallery is kind of dowdy. Anyway, they seemed to be enjoying it. Both of them.
Me?
It was tough.
Rosa Foetida was a little bit ahead of us, so I had to go slowly, staring at the boring display items and restraining my mom so that I wouldnt be spotted.
Because itd be a pain, right? Itd be awkward for Rosa Foetida if she saw me wearing the Lillians uniform, and if my mom knew that the girl in that couple was Rosa Foetida, shed make a scene -
Right?
Testimony of Club Member C (Alias (This is getting annoying))
Indeed, he was tall, which did give his body a sort of lean impression overall. But I wouldnt say he was lanky.
His hairdo? Lets see, it had been lightened and flowed in a loose manner.
He was smartly dressed. He didnt have silver-rimmed gla.s.ses either. In his black, brand-name long coat, he looked like a model.
Yes. I saw them at a restaurant. A French restaurant, a short walk from the station, that turns down TV and magazine coverage, relying on word of mouth. Some time back, one of my relatives was married at the church behind it and the reception was held there, with all the families eating together. The atmosphere and the food was so good that we all wanted to go there again.
Last Sunday was my parents wedding anniversary, so they made reservations, and our family of four went together. Ah, no. That was the day of Rosa Foetida en bouton and Rosa Gigantea en boutons half-day date, and we were on a stakeout around K station well into the evening, so Id arranged to meet them there.
No way, I wasnt scoping out the restaurant. It was just a complete coincidence that I saw Rosa Foetida. I noticed her when she left her seat during dinner, and when she came back I confirmed it was her. She was seated at a table about 5 metres from ours.
Right, just her and the gentleman.
I only saw them as they were going past, but it looked like they ordered the most expensive dishes. From the outset, my parents said some dishes were off limits, and it seemed like these expensive dishes were carried past me over and over again.
Huh? If they were in a restaurant, why was he wearing a coat? Ahh, well obviously he left his coat in the cloakroom when he came in to the restaurant.
They finished eating before us, so I saw him put it on as they were leaving. He put his arm gently around Rosa Foetidas shoulder.
Come to think of it, Rosa Foetida had the womens version of that coat &h.e.l.lip; if they were a couple, I wonder if it was a present from him.
He was young, but he must have been pretty rich.
"They must know that the walls have ears, but still they were careless."
The widely acknowledged ace of the Lillians Girls Academy high-school photography club, Takeshima Tsutako-san, laughed.
It was after school.
The students with club activities had scattered to the various club rooms, ovals and gymnasiums, while those not in a club had mostly gone home, but f.u.kuzawa Yumi remained in the cla.s.sroom. She had been about to head towards the high-school student council building, the "Rose Mansion," when she was forcibly detained by Tsutako-san.
"Tsutako-san, you werent just asked to join the debate club, you were also asked to join the drama club, werent you?"
Yumi asked, stunned, and Tsutako-san responded suggestively with a suppressed laugh. From that response, it seemed so. But on that front, perhaps she had a ways to go yet.
Tsutako-san had just finished relaying the evidence provided by the three first-year newspaper club members, even imitating their voices.
Apparently the newspaper club members were unaware that Tsutako-san was in the room next door, and had forgotten that the printer wasnt running, so in their excitement their voices had become quite loud.
"Lacking a natural immunity, girls raised at an all-girls school tend to get excited talking about boys. Its such a shame that they couldnt control themselves."
Ignoring the fact that shed been raised at an all-girls school too, Tsutako-san gazed sympathetically in the direction of the clubhouse. As far as Yumi was aware, Tsutako-san had never gone out with anyone either.
" - and this is photographic proof."
Photographic proof. The words echoed in Yumis mind.
"This - "
"You should be able to tell just by looking. Who that is."
"Well, of course I know that."
It was undoubtedly Rosa Foetida in the photographs that had been spread out across the desk. But what Yumi didnt know was why Tsutako-san had taken these photographs.
"It backs up what the newspaper club was saying. I thought Id see what I could find, and - "
"This &h.e.l.lip; is like the work of a detective or private investigator."
All the photos looked like theyd been taken secretly. To Yumi it looked like it was bordering on criminal.
"Its both during the week and on weekends. Their ages cover a broad range from twenties to fifties, and theyre all different types. About the only common feature was that all the men spent money freely."
"How do you know?"
"For one thing, they were all wearing expensive clothes. Plus where they went on their dates. I dont know about the earlier ones, but the ones I saw were all quite pricey."
High-cla.s.s restaurant. High-cla.s.s hotel pool. A present of a high-cla.s.s brand suit, plus matching shoes and bag.
"In-incredible."
High-cla.s.s, high-cla.s.s, high-cla.s.s.
A smorgasbord of high-cla.s.s.
It was a phrase that Yumi wasnt well acquainted with in her life. About the only thing she had was her high-cla.s.s onee-sama.
"Yeah, it makes you envious, doesnt it? Say, Yumi-san, in the world we live in, do you think its possible to get something for nothing?"
"Theres always a hidden side to something that seems too good to be true. Those things acquired with such apparent ease would still involve some form of compensation."
"And thats &h.e.l.lip; what?"
"Indeed."
"Indeed?"
So either Tsutako-san really didnt know, or she meant, "Think about it on your own," or she simply didnt want to say. Either way, it meant she wasnt going to explain further.
"What about these?"
Yumi pointed at the photographs, taken from various angles in various locations, showing Rosa Foetida together with different gentlemen.
"Theyre yours, Yumi-san."
"Mine?"
"If its too much of a burden, tear them to shreds and throw them in your bin at home. Its no bother."
Since Tsutako-san would still have the negatives. It seemed that, having stuck her nose into someone elses business, now she was trying to draw other people in.
"Its just a feeling Ive got. I dont want the newspaper club stirring things up, like during the Yellow Rose Revolution. So I followed her, pretending to be a detective. Ive got a bad feeling about what would happen if they turned this into a newspaper article."
"A bad feeling &h.e.l.lip; "
"These gla.s.ses of mine, they bring things into focus, but they dont add color, so to speak."
"Mmm."
"But this, this steadily changed them into sungla.s.ses."
"Huh?"
"So with this, I pa.s.s the baton to you with your 20-20 vision. Best of luck."
"Best of luck, huh."
Such a dilemma. However, Tsutako-san quickly gathered the photographs spread out across the desk and stuffed them into Yumis hand.
"When Rei-sama discusses it, you can use these as proof."
"You want me to talk to Rei-sama?"
Student #30 on the second-year chrysanthemum cla.s.s roll, Hasekura Rei-sama was Rosa Foetidas pet.i.t soeur.
"No, thats not what I said."
Tsutako-san responded, as she rose from the chair. While it wasnt what she said, it was still an option.
"Tsutako-san."
"Im sorry I detained you for so long. Shouldnt you be going to the Rose Mansion soon?"
Tsutako-san picked up Yumis school bag and offered it to her. Looking at the clock, theyd been talking for fifteen minutes already.
"Gokigenyou."
Yumi took her bag, and hastily turned towards the exit.
"Ah, Yumi-san."
"Yes?"
When she turned around, Tsutako-san mumbled, "Nothing. Sorry." Apparently it wasnt all that important.
"I just thought, because its you Yumi-san, you might go directly to Rosa Foetida and get an answer from her."
Tsutako-san said, then waved good-bye. Although what she meant by that, Yumi had no idea.
The photographs were put into a pocket of her school uniform. The internal pocket between the pleats of her skirt. A place that couldnt be seen from outside.
Where Rosa Foetida was going and what she was doing wasnt something that Yumi wanted to meddle in.
What should she do about this unearthing of Rosa Foetidas private life?
Perhaps that sort of thinking was why Tsutako-san had withdrawn from the matter. But even if that was true, handing these photographs over to someone else would be problematic. Just what should she do about them?
She couldnt just put a photograph of somebody in the bin. Much less tear it to shreds. It would be disrespectful.
Creak, creak, creak, creak.
The worn-out staircase in the Rose Mansion groaned as she climbed to the second floor.
If the staircase gave way, and she went tumbling head over heels right now - . Such thoughts would occasionally pa.s.s through Yumis head, usually when she was worrying about something.
Like when she left for school in the morning determined to finish a report that was due that afternoon during the lunch break. If something were to happen, then her teacher would find out that she hadnt finished the report, so she mustnt die.
Or when she left home knowing that one of the seams of her petticoat was coming apart, but she didnt have PE that day, and didnt have time to change it. If she were rushed to a hospital emergency room, then theyd see her petticoat, so she mustnt suffer a serious injury.
If she really was in a life-threatening situation or suffered a serious injury, then she wouldnt have time to worry about reports or underwear, but as a student of Lillians, and a p.u.b.escent girl, such were her concerns.
Creak, creak, creak, creak.
Right now, if the stairway collapsed and she landed badly, she might die. What would everyone think when the peeping-tom photographs of Rosa Foetida crawled out of her corpses pocket? - Therefore, she mustnt die.
Heeding the warnings about her potential funeral, Yumi finished climbing the stairs.
The wooden staircase had been creaking for a few years now, but it wasnt about to collapse. Everyone said that if something that big was going to give way, there would be early warning signs. Rosa Gigantea joked about it, saying, "Itll be fine at least until your pet.i.t soeur graduates, Yumi-chan."
Setting aside the matter of the staircase, Yumi felt that the best thing to do was to give the photographs to Rosa Foetida.
But having said that.
Yumi didnt know when the third-years would come to school, and to carry them around continuously would be a bit of a ch.o.r.e. Shed constantly have to watch out for traffic accidents, and so on.
"Sorry Im late &h.e.l.lip; huh."
Yumi burst through the biscuit door,
"Hi."
and was immediately deflated by what she saw in the room.
Sitting alone at the large table was first-year chrysanthemum cla.s.s member Shimazu Yoshino-san, who had half raised her right hand to wave a greeting.
"Where is everyone?"
Yumi asked, placing her bag and coat on her usual seat. While it was normal that the third-years werent present, there was no sign of either of the second-years, Yoshino-sans onee-sama, Hasekura Rei-sama, and Yumis onee-sama, Sachiko-sama, or Yumis cla.s.smate Toudou Shimako-san.
"Not here yet."
Yoshino answered acting bored, no, she probably was actually bored, as she poured Yumi a cup of tea.
"Oh, all three of them?"
"Well, Im sure they have all sorts of things to do. Theyre becoming Roses."
" &h.e.l.lip; I see."
The student council elections were over, and in truth the boutons had largely taken over the job of the Roses.
"Even us, were going to have to do our best from here on."
"Thats true."
As they faced each other sipping their tea, the pair let out sighs to rival the steam rising from their teacups. After the school entrance ceremony in April, they would attain the position of bouton. The duties of a bouton were to provide proper support for their onee-samas, officially called "Roses."
But in the current situation, without their onee-samas, there was nothing the little sisters could do. Time pa.s.sed slowly. Hmm. It was quite boring, although probably not as bad as it had been for Yoshino-san earlier. There were homework printouts in her bag, but Yumi wasnt in the mood for that just now. She couldnt divert her attention to other matters while she was waiting for the people she expected to arrive.
In this situation, chatting was probably the proper way to kill the time.
(But even so &h.e.l.lip; )
Since they met every day, there was nothing new to talk about.
Even without a topic of conversation, their relationship was such that they could pa.s.s the time together without feeling awkward, so there was no need to force herself to find something to talk about. But seeing her companion so bored she was yawning and fiddling with her braids, Yumi tried to think of something interesting to offer.
(At this point, Komori-sensei making a fool of herself onstage is old news &h.e.l.lip; )
With no-one looking on, Yumi made various faces for a minute as she thought. While she couldnt come up with something interesting to talk about, there was something she wanted to borrow Yoshino-sans insight into.
"Yoshino-san."
"What?"
Yoshino-san raised her head listlessly.
"There isnt an easy way to get hold of the third-years, is there?"
"What do you mean?"
Twitch. Her eyebrows raised.
Was that concern in there?
"I want to see Rosa Foetida, but I dont know when shell be at school."
"Why dont you call her and find out directly?"
Her curtly uttered answer was simple and direct.
" &h.e.l.lip; Ah, right."
Until then, Yumi hadnt even contemplated telephoning the third-years. That was Yoshino-san for you.
"Why do you want to see Rosa Foetida?"
"A cla.s.smate asked me to give her something."
"Hmm."
With that, Yoshino-san quickly withdrew. If it had been related to Rei-sama, she probably would have bit down, asking who it was that asked her, and what they wanted to give her.
"I guess I should give her a call."
Yoshino-san said, "Yeah," and stood up.
"Huh, now?"
"Strike while the iron is hot. Come on, up you get, Yumi-san."
"Uh, strike?"
"Stop splitting hairs."
Yoshino-san tugged hard on her arm. Was this a trait common to all Yellow Rose family members? That they were drawn like a magnet whenever something slightly interesting seemed to be happening.
"But our onee-samas. "
"Well be straight back, so it should be okay. Its not like theres a meeting scheduled. Its just a voluntary gathering."
That was indeed true. But the reason Yumi was there was because she was waiting for her onee-sama. If she wasnt going to wait, shed probably be better off going home. In Yoshino-sans case, her onee-sama was her "next door neighbor Rei-chan," so she was more at leisure.
In the end, Yoshino-san dragged Yumi to the front of the office. It was the location of the only phone the students were allowed access to, a pay telephone.
Yoshino-san picked up the receiver, slid Yumis offered telephone card into the lime green body and quickly punched in a phone number. Apparently shed memorized it.
Ring-ring, ring-ring. As the tone rang out, she pa.s.sed the receiver to Yumi.
"Huh, youre not going to talk to her?"
"So naïve."
Implying that if she hadnt done that, Yumi would have dithered in front of the telephone. Apparently she knew her well.
While this was going on, the call was connected.
"h.e.l.lo, Torii residence."
A ladys voice came through the handset. There was no running away now.
"Ah, Im Lillians Girls Academy first-year high-school student f.u.kuzawa Yumi. Is Rosa Foe &h.e.l.lip; ah, is Eriko-sama available to talk?"
Yoshino-san silently clapped.
"Well, thank-you for always taking care of Eriko."
It was probably Rosa Foetidas mother. She had a calm and gentle voice.
"No, not at all, shes always gently guiding me &h.e.l.lip; "
Mumble mumble. Her words trailed off. It was tough talking to an adult. Especially over the phone, where she couldnt see their face.
"Erikos &h.e.l.lip; "
The mothers voice suddenly turned hazy. Then, after a short pause, she continued.
"Not home just yet."
"Do you know when she will return?"
"Uhh."
"I dont know."
She didnt know. That seemed a bit odd. Normally a high-school-aged girl would say what time they were coming back before they went out, right? But each family probably had their own rules regarding curfews and the like, so Yumi rethought her strategy and asked:
"Im at school right now, would it be a bother if I called again later tonight?"
If Yumi had simply said, "Is that so?" and hung up, then it would have been a waste of her phone credit.
"Tonight?"
She heard a bewildered voice coming from the other end of the phone-line.
"Yes, what time would be good?"
Apparently covering Yumis question, Rosa Foetidas mother answered:
"About that."
"Yes?"
"She might not be back today &h.e.l.lip; "
"Huh!?"
That answer had not been what Yumi was expecting. A sleepover. So no matter what time she called that night, Rosa Foetida would not be there.
"Ah, no, shes staying at a relatives house."
Yumi didnt know what the "Ah, no," was about, since Rosa Foetidas mother was offering a denial before she had even said anything.
"A relatives house."
"Im not sure when shell be back."
"Alright. When you do get in contact with her, please tell her that f.u.kuzawa called."
"f.u.kuzawa-san. Got it."
"Thank-you."
"Goodbye."
With her head bowed, Yumi counted, "One, two, three," in her mind then returned the receiver to its original position.
Beep beep, beep beep. Her telephone card was spat out.
"She said shes staying overnight at a relatives house."
Yoshino-sans arms were folded, a doubtful look on her face.
"Suspicious."
"What is?"
Yumi asked, as she put the telephone card back into her purse.
"What? I cant quite put my finger on it exactly. But theres something suspicious."
Her sixth-sense, perhaps? Yumi knew that, from Yoshino-san, that wasnt something to be sneezed at. She had a touch of ESP.
"How long has she been at her relatives place?"
Yoshino-san asked, as they walked down the corridor.
"I didnt ask that much. Two, three days perhaps?"
Yumi looked into s.p.a.ce. The answer wasnt written there, however.
"Two, three days? That makes it even more suspicious."
That look in Yoshino-sans eyes. It closely resembled the president of the newspaper clubs.
"But why?"
"Because I saw her yesterday and today."
"Where, who?"
"At school, Rosa Foetida."
Even without any explanation, you should understand. Yoshino-san didnt actually say that, but it was obviously implied.
"Shes staying at her relatives house and still coming to school?"
They both looked out the window and said, "Hmm."
There was still more of the cold to come, but sprouts were just starting to appear on the trees. Compared to humans and the like, the trees were far more in tune with the seasons. Yumi spotted the schools resident stray cat, Lunch, scampering from school building to school building through the courtyard.
"Her relatives could live in the city."
Yumi had thought hard, and this was the conclusion shed deduced.