So she ended up hiding out in that house where she later had that shootout with Kaori Minami.
Once she’d checked it out and saw no one was there, she stayed there. Occasionally she’d look out the window, and once, much to her dismay, she caught a glimpse of someone in the shack across from the building where she was staying.
After several minutes she decided to leave the house (she was good at leaving home). She couldn’t stand the thought of someone being near her. There was no back entrance, so she climbed out the window furthest from the shack when it happened.
Kaori was looking out the door of the shack. She suddenly fired at Hirono, who’d done nothing. Kaori’s shot hit Hirono’s arm, and Hirono nearly rolled outside onto the ground. She somehow managed to get on her feet, and for the first time aimed her pistol and fired back. Then as she remained glued to the wall of the edge of the house. That was when Shuya Nanahara appeared.
That bitch. She was always acting so innocent with her blind devotion to idol groups, and then all of a sudden she has the nerve to pull the trigger on me. Well, I was able to finish her off. (In self defense. The jury’s verdict would have been 12-0, no prob.) And if the others are anything like her then I’ll have to be merciless, I think.
Then Hirono thought of Shuya Nanahara. At least Shuya didn’t point his gun at her—which enabled her to shoot at Kaori. He also claimed he was with Noriko.
Shuya Nanahara and Noriko Nakagawa. Were they going out? Never seemed that way. Are they going to try to escape?
Hirono automatically shook her head.
Ridiculous. Nothing could be more risky than being with someone under these circumstances. If you’re in a group, well then, that’s just your own fault if you get shot in the back. Besides, it was impossible to escape anyway.
Hirono didn’t see Noriko Nakagawa, but if he was telling her the truth, then Shuya Nanahara would soon be killing Noriko Nakagawa. Or perhaps Noriko Nakagawa would be killing Shuya Nanahara. If one of them ended up surviving then Hirono might end up having to kill one of them. But right now that didn’t matter compared to her only real desire.
Water.
Before she knew it she had covered a fair distance. The dim sunlight in the western sky was gone. The sky up above was now jet black and the full moon just like last night when the game began shone eerily, casting a pale blue light on this island.
She held onto the revolver that had killed Kaori Minami, a Smith & Wesson Military & Police .38, and ran through the bushes. She held her head low with bated breath. Then she slowly peered out of the bushes. There was a house standing beyond a narrow farm. Hirono was near the northern mountain. There was a foothill on the other side of the house. On the left there were several farms and further beyond two more similar houses. Then the land sloped upward to the southern mountain. According to the map, in front of that mountain there was supposed to be a relatively wide longitudinal road that traversed the island. So given the position of the mountains Hirono was probably near the island’s western shore. Just as she had done before moving, she checked her position and was pretty certain she wasn’t in a forbidden zone.
Hirono did her best to forget about her thirst and observed the house in front. The area was completely still and silent.
She remained crouched and crossed the farm. The area around the house seemed slightly elevated above the farm. Hirono stopped at the edge of the farm and after looking back she observed the house again. It was your average, old, single-story farmhouse. But unlike the previous house she’d hid inside, the roof was tiled. An unpaved road came in from the left side of the farm. There was a light truck parked in front of the house. She also saw a moped and bicycle.
The water at the first house Hirono hid in wasn’t running. This one was probably no different. Hirono looked to her right and left and found a well at the far end of the area from the entrance road. It even had a beam holding a bucket. There were thin tangerine trees with plenty of leaves surrounding the well. Their branches were high, so she could tell there was no one hiding under the trees.
Since she couldn’t use her left hand, she tucked her gun in the front. Then she groped around the farm soil under the moonlight. She found a fist-sized rock.
She tossed it upward. Tracing an arc, the rock crashed against the roof. It rattled down the rows of tiles and fell off the edge onto the ground with a thud.
Hirono gripped the gun and waited. She checked her watch. Then she waited again.
Five minutes passed. No one appeared at the windows or entrance. Hirono quickly stepped up to the property and ran toward the well. Her head was spinning from thirst and fever.
The well was a concrete tube approximately eighty centimeters high. Hirono clutched the brim of the well.
Inside it, the moonlight revealed a small circle six to seven meters down. Her own shadow was also reflected inside the circle. It was water.
Ah, it wasn’t dry.
Once again Hirono tucked her revolver into her skirt and removed her day pack from her aching left shoulder with her right hand. It landed on the dirt. Then she held the worn out rope hanging from the bucket beam.
As she pulled the rope, a small bucket appeared on the surface of the water. Hirono frantically tugged at the rope. The bucket beam was equipped with what looked like an ancient pulley which allowed you to retrieve water with two buckets. Her left arm was too numb to move, but with every pull she held the rope against the concrete edge of the well with her elbow and managed to pull the bucket upward.
The bucket finally reached the edge of the well. She held the rope with her elbow once more, grabbed the handle of the bucket, and placed it on the edge of the well. It was water. The bucket was brimming with water. She didn’t care if it ended up making her sick. Her body needed water now.
But then she discovered something and let out a small shriek.
There was a tiny fingernail-sized frog swimming in the water. In the moonlight she saw its small, gross eyes and its glistening back. (In broad daylight, their color would have been an disgusting fluorescent green, or a dirty brown.) It was her least favorite animal, and the mere sight of one with its slimy skin was enough to send chills down her spine.
Hirono did her best to quell her disgust. She didn’t have the strength to pull the bucket up again. Her thirst was unbearable now. She would have to get rid of that frog, and then—
The frog climbed onto the edge of the bucket and leapt onto Hirono. Hirono let out a small shriek and twisted her body. So what if this was a matter of life or death. She just couldn’t stand frogs. She somehow managed to dodge the frog—but her right hand let go of the bucket, which suddenly fell back into the well with a splash—and that was that.
Hirono groaned and looked over in the direction of the frog. I’ll kill it. I’ll kill that fucking frog!
Then something else caught her eye.
She saw a black figure in a student coat stop a mere four or five meters in front of her.
Hirono’s back had been facing the house. Now she saw the back door behind the figure was ajar.
With the figure frozen in its footsteps, Hirono suddenly recalled a childhood memory—the game where you have to freeze when the person who was “it” turns around—but that was irrelevant. The issue at stake was that this thin, short, ugly boy—come to think of it, he also resembled a frog—Toshinori Oda (Male Student No. 4) was holding a thin, ribbonlike object with both hands. Hirono realized it was a belt.
Now look at this. Toshinori Oda, the privileged son of a company president whose house was located in the town’s wealthy district. He was supposed to be good at violin (apparently he’d won some competition). A pretentious, well bred, quiet boy. And this kid was now…