He told Shogo, “If everyone listened more to rock then this country would come crumbling down.” Just like Noriko said, “It’s because no one knows about this…” Shuya thought rock music revealed everything that was essential. That was why it was banned by the government.
Shogo rubbed his stubby Wild Seven cigarette into the ground. He lit another. Then he said, “Shuya.”
“What?”
“Do you really think rock has that kind of power?”
Shuya nodded enthusiastically. “Of course it does.”
Shogo stared at Shuya and looked away. “I don’t know. It might just serve as an outlet for our frustrations, a convenient way to let off steam. It might be banned, but if you really want to listen to rock, you can. So it also serves as an outlet. That’s what I mean. This country is very clever. Who knows, it might end up promoting rock and roll as a national resource.”
Shuya felt as if he’d been dealt a blow. Rock was his religion, music sheets were the pages of his bible, Springsteen, Van Morrison, and his other heroes were the equivalent of the twelve disciples. Of course he was getting used to being shocked, what with his classmates dying around him, so relatively speaking, it wasn’t that shocking.
Shuya calmed himself down and slowly replied, “I don’t know about that.”
Shogo nodded several times. “I do. In any case, it’s not about being banned or promoted. That’s not what rock’s about. Anyone who wants to hear it should be able to when they want to. That’s what it comes down to, right?”
Shuya thought about this. Then he said, “I never thought about it like that. But I see where you’re coming from.” Then he added, “Incredible. I didn’t realize how perceptive you are.”
Shogo shrugged.
They fell silent for a while.
Then Shuya said, “But… I still do believe rock is powerful. It’s a positive force.”
Which was what Noriko had said about Shuya.
Shogo unwrapped a new pack of cigarettes while he looked at Shuya. Shogo grinned. He lit the cigarette dangling from his mouth. Then he said, “To be honest, I agree with you.”
Shuya smiled back at him.
“It’s ironic that we’re really in that situation though,” Shogo observed.
Shuya was puzzled, “What do you mean?”
“The only thing we can do now is run,” Shogo replied. “We were born to run”
35
Kaori Minami (Female Student No. 20) got up when she heard the faint rustling sound. It came from the grove at the foot of the hill to the north, slightly to the east of the island’s central region. On the map it was designated sector F-8.
She held tightly onto her gun. The gun was a small SIG-Sauer P230 9mm Short automatic pistol. It felt large in Kaori’s small hands.
Without knowing it, Kaori bit her lip. She’d been hearing the same sound over and over once the game began and up until now, while she hid herself here. And every time she was relieved to find out it was only caused by the wind or some small animal (a stray cat?). But that didn’t stop her terror. She bit down and cut open her lip, which was now covered with cuts that had become scabs. This time… it might be an enemy. An enemy… that’s right. One of her classmates would attack her. The images of the corpses of Yoshio Akamatsu and Mayumi Tendo vividly came to mind.
And when she’d left the school, she’d heard a voice coming from the woods in front of her. It was the voice of the school representative, Yukie Utsumi. Then she saw other figures with Yukie in the dark grove. Calling out from the dark, Yukie spoke in a hushed but clear voice, “Kaori! Come join us! It’s just girls! You’re safe with us!”
But… how could she? How could she trust anyone under these circumstances? If she stayed with them, she would have had to constantly watch her back. Kaori ran away from Utsumi’s invitation and in the opposite direction… and now she was here. And now… was that the sound of an enemy approaching?
She waited for a while, holding the gun with both hands, but the sound disappeared.
She waited a little more. The sound was gone.
Kaori let out a sigh of relief. She got down on her knees and crouched down in the shrubs. The crooked leaves touching her cheeks annoyed her, so she changed her position. With the palm of her hands she kept on rubbing her face where the leaves had touched her. Her pimples had given her enough grief. She didn’t want her face to swell up from some poison ivy. Even if she was going to die soon, she didn’t want that.
She felt a chill run down her spine. Die? Am I going to do die? Am I really going to die?
The thought alone was enough to make her heart beat faster. She felt like she was going to have a seizure.
Am I going to die? Am I going to die? Like a crummy CD player unable to ignore a scratch on the disc the ringing words skipped over and over deep inside her head. Am I going to die?
Kaori snatched desperately at the brass locket she wore around her neck underneath her uniform. It popped open, and a bright, cheerful face with long hair smiled at Kaori.
As she concentrated on it, Kaori’s pulse finally managed to slow down and return to its normal pace.
It was a photo of Junya Kenzaki of the pop group Flip Side. He was the most popular member with girls. This special locket was only available to fan club members. Kaori was proud to know she was the only student in her school who had one. (Of course most girls nowadays could care less. Besides, lockets were passé. But Kaori didn’t think so.)
Oh… Junya. I’m all right, right? You’ll protect me, right?
She thought Junya Kenzaki was telling her, “It’s all right. Of course you’re all right. Shall I sing your favorite song, ‘Galaxy Magnum’?” Kaori’s breathing calmed down a bit. Then she asked the photo:
“Say, Junya. Should I have joined Yukie? I wonder if that would have saved me? No, that can’t be.”
A tear came rolling down Kaori’s cheeks.
How could this be happening? She wanted to see her mom. She wanted to see her dad. She wanted to see her sister and her kind grandma and grandpa. She wanted to take a bath, rub cream on her pimples, sit on the comfortable couch in the living room, and sip on a cup of cocoa while she watched a video of Flip Side’s TV show. (Although she’d seen this episode many, many times already.)
“Junya, help me. Please… I feel like I’m going crazy.”
The moment she actually heard her voice say this out loud, Kaori felt as if she were really going insane. It freaked her out. Nausea welled up to her chest. She was crying frantically now.
She suddenly heard a rustling sound behind her, and her body flinched. It was much louder than the previous sound.
Her eyes bleary with tears, she turned around.
A boy was looking at her through the shrubs. It was Hiroki Sugimura (Male Student No. 11). He’d snuck up behind her!
Kaori was completely terrified and too numb to think as she lifted the gun and pulled the trigger. Her wrists jerked back with the popping sound. A gold shell flew out, and the sun’s rays reflected off it as it shone through the branches. Hiroki had already disappeared deep inside the thicket. The rustling continued and also disappeared.
Kaori was trembling. She was still holding the gun. Then she snatched her belongings and ran in the opposite direction. As she ran, her agitated mind raced with thoughts. She was sure Hiroki Sugimura was trying to kill her. Why else would he have snuck up behind her without saying anything? Hiroki Sugimura probably didn’t have a gun. He saw that I did and ran away in a panic. If I hadn’t noticed him—and shot at him—then Hiroki Sugimura would probably have stabbed my chest with a knife or something. A knife! I have to be careful. I have to shoot anyone I come across. No mercy. Otherwise, I’ll end up getting killed… killed!