“Come on,” Yoshitoki interrupted again. “I told you they were good, didn’t I, Noriko?”
Noriko smiled. “Thanks. You’re so nice.”
Yoshitoki all of a sudden froze up as if he’d jammed his finger into an electric outlet and turned mute. Staring silently into his lap, he proceeded to devour his cookie.
Shuya grinned and ate the rest of his cookie. The warm, sweet taste and smell spread through his mouth.
“These are good,” Shuya said.
Noriko, who’d been observing him all this time, exclaimed, “Thank you!” He could be wrong, but somehow the tone of her voice was different than when she thanked Yoshitoki. Well, wait… true, she was staring at him while he was eating the cookie. Were they really leftovers from the batch she’d baked for her brother? Maybe she’d baked them for “someone else.” Or maybe he was just plain wrong.
Then for some reason Shuya thought of Kazumi. She was a year ahead, and a fellow music club member until last year.
In the Republic of Greater East Asia, rock music was strictly prohibited in school club activities, but
when their adviser Ms. Miyata was absent, music club members would play rock on their own. That was the kind of membership the club attracted in the first place anyway. Kazumi Shintani was the best female saxophone player. When it came to rock saxophone though, she was the best in the entire club. She was tall (almost the same height as Shuya, who stood 170 centimeters) and plump, but with her remarkably mature face and her hair bundled by her shoulders, she looked awesome with her alto saxophone. Shuya was thrilled by the sight. Then she taught Shuya how to play difficult guitar chords. (She said, “I played a little before I started playing the saxophone.”) From that point on Shuya spent every spare minute he had practicing his guitar, and by his second year he was the best player in the club. It was all because he wanted Kazumi to hear him play.
Then one day, when the two of them happened to be alone in the music room after school, Shuya played and sang a version of “Summertime Blues” which impressed her. “That was so great, Shuya. That was so awesome.”
That day Shuya bought a can of beer for the first time in his life and celebrated with a private toast. It tasted great. But three days later when he asked her out, confessing, “Um, I really like you,” she responded, “I’m sorry, I’m already going out with someone.” She graduated and went to a high school with a music department, along with her “boyfriend.”
Which reminded Shuya of his conversation with Yoshitoki at the dam over spring break. After sharing his feelings for Noriko, Yoshitoki asked him, “Are you still hung up on Kazumi?” Shuya answered, “Yeah, I think I’ll be hung up over her the rest of my life.” Yoshitoki looked stumped. “But she has a boyfriend, right?” Throwing the silver lure with all his might as if throwing a ball in from the outfield, he answered, “That doesn’t matter.”
Shuya took the bag of cookies from Yoshitoki, who was still staring down into his lap. “Aren’t you going to leave some for Noriko?”
“O-oh yeah, I’m sorry.”
Shuya returned the bag to Noriko. “Sorry about that.”
“That’s all right. I don’t mind. You guys should take them all.”
“Really? But we shouldn’t be the only ones.”
Shuya took his first glance at the guy sitting next to Noriko. Wrapped in his school uniform, Shogo Kawada (Male Student No. 5) leaned against the window with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. He might have been asleep. His hair was cropped so short he looked like a monk. His slightly stubbled face reminded Shuya of a punk racketeer at a carnival. Wow, facial hair, everyone! Doesn’t he look kind of old for a junior high school student?
Well, there was one thing he knew. Although Class B consisted of the same students as it did last year, Shogo Kawada had transferred last April from Kobe. And due to some circumstance, an injury or illness (he didn’t look like the bedridden type so it must have been an injury), Kawada had to stay behind a year because he was unable to attend school for over six months. In other words he was one year older than Shuya and his classmates. Shuya himself never told anyone this, but that was what Shuya had heard.
In fact he hadn’t heard good things about Shogo. There was a rumor that he’d been a notorious thug at his last school and that his hospitalization was a result of a fight. To support this rumor, his body was covered with scars. A long scar from what appeared to be a knife wound ran over his left brow, and when they changed in the gym lockers (this was besides the point, but Kawada’s body was built like a middleweight boxer’s), Shuya was shocked to find the same kind of scars covering his arms and back. There were two round scars next to each other on his left shoulder. They looked like gunshot wounds, but that was unbelievable.
Every time he heard these rumors about Shogo, someone would inevitably suggest, “He’s probably going to end up fighting Kazuo.” Right after Shogo transferred to their school that fool Ryuhei Sasagawa tried to intimidate Shogo. The exact details of what followed were only hearsay, but apparently Ryuhei turned pale, retreated, and went crying for help from Kazuo. Kazuo looked indifferent though, and only glanced at Ryuhei. He didn’t even say a word to Shogo. So at least for the time being they’d managed to avoid a confrontation. Kazuo didn’t seem interested in Shogo. Shogo didn’t seem interested in Kazuo. As a result Class B remained peaceful. They lucked out.
Everybody avoided Shogo because of his age difference and the rumors. But Shuya didn’t like judging people on rumors. Someone once said, if you could see for yourself then there’d be no need to lend an ear to what others said.
Shuya pointed his chin past Noriko toward Shogo.
“I wonder if he’s sleeping.”
“Hmm…” She glanced over at Shogo.
“I didn’t want to wake him up.”
“He doesn’t look like the type who’s into cookies anyway.”
Noriko chuckled, and as Shuya was about to, they heard, “No thanks.”
Shuya glanced back at Shogo.
The strong, low voice echoed in his head.
Although Shuya wasn’t familiar with the voice it obviously came from Shogo, who still kept his eyes closed, though he didn’t seem asleep. Shuya all of a sudden realized he’d rarely ever heard Shogo’s voice, even though Shogo had transferred to their school over a month ago.
Noriko glanced at Shogo and then looked at Shuya. Shuya shrugged in response and crammed another cookie into his mouth.
He continued chatting with Noriko and Yoshitoki for awhile but…
It was almost ten o’clock when Shuya noticed something strange.
Something weird was happening inside the bus. Yoshitoki, who was on his left, had suddenly fallen asleep and was softly breathing. Shinji Mimura’s body was slouching into the aisle. Noriko Nakagawa was also asleep. No one seemed to be talking. Everyone seemed to be asleep. Well yeah, anyone excessively health-conscious might be going to bed now, but still, this was their long awaited trip. Wasn’t it a bit early to fall asleep right after leaving? Why doesn’t everyone sing or something? Doesn’t this bus have one of those atrocious machines Shuya hated—karaoke?
Worst of all, Shuya himself was overcome with drowsiness. He looked around in a daze… then he couldn’t even move his head, which felt heavy. He slouched against the seat. His eyes drifted through the narrow space to the rearview mirror at the center of the large windshield fading in the dark___He managed to make out the tiny image of the driver’s upper body.
The driver’s face was covered with what appeared to be a mask. A hoselike tube extended downward from the mask. Thin straps were wrapped around his head, strapped above and below his ears. What was that? Except for the hose extending downward, it resembled an airline emergency oxygen mask.