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We always joked around together. Skip to main content. This lowered his face to her line of sight. Everyone was laughing. I checked the address again and again, but I was clearly in the right place.
But there was a shadow jutting over that line. I threw my bag on the ground. I have done you wrong. I vaulted the locked gate at the bottom and raced up the stairs to the roof-in clear violation of school policy.
It was a little deeper. When I hit the roof. I apologize. I am Boogiepop. The pain raced through my entire body before I figured it out. At that moment. It was connected to windows on each floor and went all the way to the roof. Simply put. I knew it was him. I yelled towards him. We met yesterday. Is that what he meant? He stared directly at me again. When he saw me. I yelled. That you?! It was the mysterious cloaked figure. I ignored you. That is why I have emerged. Understand me so far?
Is Touka present? In my most serious voice. Any other mother would have just said. Just a moment. This is Takeda from the Shinyo Academy discipline committee..
I said.. That evening. She must have been distressed.? Presumably her mother was. I translated it as a sign of pleasure. That Boogiepop guy had been right. I crossed my arms and tried to think. Touka had completely forgotten about our date on the day before. I just really wanted to hear your voice. To erase the anomaly caused by not meeting you yesterday. I took this to mean the same as two fingers held up in our sign language.
It meant. I already knew that. I float up out of Miyashita Touka. But that is something beyond her control. His gaze held daggers. I imagine she loves you quite a lot Which is exactly why she needs to forget so thoroughly. What kind of. I flinched. It has barely begun to stir. The setting sun sent long shadows across the roof.. Quite the reverse. When I detect adversity approaching. How long have you been. The rest of the time. This is also automatic. I live peacefully as Miyashita Touka..
There is little meaning in my keeping watch like this. For me. I think I should know. His words were the ravings of a lunatic. If you know more.
Everyone has already gone home. Boogiepop nodded. What the hell?! As delusions went. It was like one of those crazy school-bound RPGs. A split personality? The school. That would make her seem like the sane one. Multiple Personality Disorder. But his words were too simple. On the way home from school. I slumped dejectedly on my bed. I had bought a paperback called The Scream Inside. Boogiepop sighed.
My head was a mess. Boogiepop might never even appear. Boogiepop had said Touka forgets everything. I steeled myself for anything. The writer wrote in a very conversational tone. Then what sort of possibility was Boogiepop? What had suppressed him? I flopped back onto bed and stared at the ceiling. To me. Apparently in Japan. I didn't. But somehow. In my opinion. I thought. I did catch the phrase. Regardless of how diseased the result or how destructive it is on the host body and those around it.
It was the next day after school. For a moment. It seemed as though he took over the moment classes ended. I suppose. For some reason. I have no dreams.?
Ignoring my blank look. I would like to. I have no idea what Miyashita Touka might be thinking. She may well have some possibility. I have only my duty. I am here only to carry out my purpose. But that has nothing to do with me. What do you think? I dunno. The two of us looked up at the sky. Not crazy at all. Miyashita Touka was my girlfriend. There was a chill in the air. Only thing it actually interferes with is our dates. Not looking at me.
It was cloudy. This time.. I blurted out. If only there were no need for me. It was the kind of day that dampens your spirit. Touka herself remained blissfully unaware.
I admit I was genuinely not sure any more. Boogiepop made a strange expression. How did you know? It was a sort of grin that seemed both sarcastic and somewhat diabolical at the same time.
I never did see him smile. You could tell he was suffering just by looking at him. It was a very asymmetrical expression that Touka herself would never make. When I meet her tomorrow. I felt pathetic. I am me. I wondered if that expression was a strained sort of grin.
Beneath the low brim of his hat. After that. He lived half in some unearthly realm that only he could see. I enthused. Sounds risky to me. Five years. I mean. What had happened to her to make him appear? Her uncertain feelings at the time may have produced a stubborn creature like me. I could see no traces of Touka anywhere.
Am I wrong? But I. But I thought if he was a clown. Based only on his words. It was a very well-known story, so it made sense for it to be incorporated into his delusion. Miyashita Touka was not exactly free to move around. She even caught me climbing out the window once. She locked me in the house, so I had to knock the woman out to make my escape.
Danger was approaching, after all. I never appeared. I imagine they had their doubts about the mother, though. After all, they were having marital problems at the time. But apparently, the whole fuss caused her father to blame himself and make amends.
Things settled down after that. Not a multiple personality case, but a manic- depressive girl. At school, she never spoke a word to anyone, but she was always bright and happy at home.
Her parents and grandparents were apathetic and cold, and she desperately. Unfortunately, the stress was too much for her, and its effects started to manifest externally.
Her behavior grew stranger and stranger, until finally she was taken to a doctor and the truth came out. She was treated, her family repented, and the house became a much more peaceful place. He made that strange expression again. You never come out at home any more, right? I simply have my duty to fulfill. I will be a little sad to go this time, though. Miyashita Touka will be here, of course. The two of us stared quietly up at the evening sky.
Boogiepop began to whistle. The tune was fast and bright, his breathing skillfully alternating fast and slow, but it was a whistle, so it sounded rather sad somehow. A suppressed possibility? Even as her boyfriend, I suppose I was suppressing some part of her. This thought weighed heavily on me. He finished whistling, and I applauded. What song is that? Thought it was rock All of our twilight ramblings passed in this fashion. One day, Kamikishiro was gone.
She just stopped coming to school. The teacher told us. Why would she run away? That girl hardly ever talked to us. The girls in class were much less expressive than Kamikishiro, who was always laughing and joking. She looked like she was ready to pass the entrance exam for the college that she wanted lo go to, right? Ultimately, she just wanted to escape. From what? Kamikishiro had two boyfriends, one a first year, one in second year.
I wondered if she was escaping them. But Sasaki meant something else. How could you possibly understand the pressure?
They just sort of sat around us, flipping through their Vocabulary flashcards. Everyone nodded. Not one of them appeared to be the least bit worried about her. The teacher arrived. We stopped talking and went back to our seats. I could barely manage to sit through class. The guy in front of me was studying something else. Everyone was only in class for their transcripts; all of them were certain that their test scores were far more important than.
Without any purpose. Boogiepop was waiting for me.
I was even less serious about this than the people taking exams.. I was just like the people around me. I just sat there stewing. I knew nothing. Even the teachers agreed.. For all my complaints.. Why the hell were we even here? What had happened to Kamikishiro? Had her cheery exterior been a lie? I thought it was sometimes. Until now. I would have taken him for Touka. Perhaps you only spent time with me because I'm part of Miyashita Touka..
I disappear.. Like bubbles. I mean it. When the danger is gone. This gesture is howl knew it was him. I had never done anything but fight. I may have been crying.
If you just Vanished without anyone the wiser. Boogiepop made that face again. When I looked up. I raced across the roof. But there was no sign of him anywhere. I hung my head and stuttered. You two have to make your own world. There was nothing left for me to say.
And then you show up late. I bumped into a friend. I found Miyashita waiting for me at the bottom.. I felt a great affection for her. When she looked at me. Were you called out by the school thugs?
Just like the first time I saw him. That explained it. Her memories are automatically corrected. She had automatically created a reason for her to be here.. Nice to meet you. While we were still stunned. Niitoki said. Kirima Nagi. She was the polar opposite of Niitoki. Kirima Nagi made a wry smile that reminded me of Boogiepop.
The road was covered in fallen leaves. When they stood next to each other. Niitoki was watching the gate. She was slim and tall. She sounded more like a man. Run your cards through. I thought it was going to eat me alive. She looked just like Boogiepop. I hate it. I remember standing you up that Sunday.
Finished with it. There was no hint of. I was surprised. I stopped in my tracks. Boogiepop had said he had no dreams. He never laughed. Touka was staring at her shoes. Her anxiety had called out Boogiepop? She had told me of her worries through Boogiepop. My eyes were wide. She giggled then. The Manticore stood next to her. It moved down to her nose. All over the surface of her skin. Everywhere its saliva touched changed color.
When it had licked the girl all over. The room was silent. Somewhere between day and night. Interlude Backing the story up a little. A drop of liquid slipped from the comer of its mouth and rolled off its chin. Oh ho ho! Oh ho ho ho ho ho.. Its throat moved. The smoke rose and rose. When it had swallowed the last puff..
The Manticore sucked the smoke into its mouth.. There was no other trace of the girl.. In the darkness. This drop of liquefied smoke was the color of blood and flesh. Her name was ancient Persian.. A purple smoke rose into the air.. That delicate laugh bloomed like a morning rose.
He always does so when you are at your most beautiful. Boogiepop is short. Everyone wants to believe that the runaways were killed by an assassin that wanders in the shadows. Kinoshita Kyoko. She was skipping today. Why would we? All kinds. I was eating my lunch one day shortly after the end of summer vacation. When people vanish from it. Tsuyama Thirty.
Reality is always rather dreary. I knew I might as well be saying her name. Nobody does! Kirima Nagi? Even when she does come. Everyone was laughing. I hear she actually is. You heard she was the top scorer on the entrance exam.
The Fire Witch is six kinds of crazy! Know why? Sounds like her! But there was something about the way that she looked at people that was pretty cool. She just gets money and lives by herself in some apartment. I went along with them. We laughed a bit too loud and Yurihara-san. She was also beautiful. Bring a different guy home every day. She was the best student in the class.
They made it out to be less of a serial killer and more like some crazed monster. Did he strangle them? Run them through with a knife? They kept suggesting rather time-consuming methods of killing.. Smells like peaches.
Wonder how he kills them? At this point. Swooning over this fantasy man of theirs. I always am. It seemed I was the last one in class to hear about it. You can spray it on someone.. A myth only the girls knew.
It was a bit too harsh of a truth to laugh off. I was almost killed. My parents tried to keep it a secret from me. My life had been in the hands of someone with no connection to me at all. But just being interested in that sort of thing was enough to make me different. The police investigated my family to see if they had any connection to the killer.
I knew they would look at me differently if I did. I never told my friends why. But more powerful than the shock was the unreal feeling that it gave me. There was a serial killer hiding in our town. I just couldn't wrap my head around the idea.
The killer took sexual pleasure in killing. Five years ago. Had he not killed himself. My interest in criminal and abnormal psychology stems from a personal experience I had.
But dating is against the rules. I asked. An absurd requirement. She was in the same class.. As we walked. Our school let you choose between science and humanities concentrations in your second year.
I grimaced back at her. Even though I was in the science program. A friend from another class who was also forced to take Japanese walked across the covered walkway with me. Iran up almost all of the stairs. If I pretended to believe her. Go ahead. But the door to the roof was locked.
I saw it! It moved away! It had a black hat on! Like a pipe! Reverse psychology was more effective. I peered out the window. I could see most of the roof. But there was nothing. When I got down the stairs. On the roof! Nothing like that happened again. I looked everywhere. I guess I must have imagined it.
But it was too late to go check now. As we headed to class. Hardly anyone walks. Most students take the bus to school. Never mind. Kyoko and I were the only two members of our circle of friends that walked to school. That had been a long time ago. I think. Then what? I told her that I could keep a secret.
I had completely forgotten. She hardly deserved to be called a murderer. I might have.. She was due back the next day. We were eating lunch. Like anyone on earth would. She has her own apartment. She meant it. One time.
Even so. Nagi had not been suspended for smoking. She made no excuses. She never did. Come to think of it. A female teacher had found her. Or apologies. It would have been extremely strange if she had not been caught.
She was enigmatic and more than a little scary. Yet when she came back. There were metallic guards on her knees and elbows. These were steel-toed work boots. I almost smacked right into Nagi as she ran towards us.
She fled behind me.. What for? It was the suspended Kirima Nagi. She glared at us. Looking closely. But Nagi slid by me without so much as a glance in my direction and took off after Kyoko.
She stared up into the air.. Her slightly wavy hair was bound in a bandanna. Suspensions went on your permanent transcript. She wore an old. She had been sitting on the bank. There was a girl standing on the road a short distance from us. She looked more like a hitman. That was enough for N agi.
It was like. Both girls hit the ground. The bag on her back was strapped to her body. I swear! It looked just like a hold from something I'd seen on TV. This was clearly not a fashion statement. She stopped in her tracks. Not even a gang member. It was a level beyond biker wear or air sneakers.
No normal high school girl would ever dress like that. Nagi snarled back. Echoes is looking for you too! And then. Kick someone with these. She spoke to Kyoko again. Let go! I stopped before the joint was destroyed. I thought my heart was gonna stop. What on earth was she talking about? Kyoko rolled down the bank. Kusatsu Akiko-? That was the name of a first year girl who had gone missing.
Next time. Kyoko was trembling. She just gave me the drugs! Kyoko stiffened. She turned to leave. Nagi looked at me. She was team captain when we were third years. We were at the same Junior High. I think it was something else. Kusatsu called to say she had something good. You took a sniff of it. It was a sort of bluish. I had to swear to keep it a secret before Kyoko would tell me anything. We were all on the table tennis team.
K usatsu was one of us. I don't know. Even in Junior High. She hit every girl She never charged us anything. Then suddenly one of us announced that she wasn't gonna have anything to do with us any more.
But I had to. Keep it a secret! I probably should never have told you either. By this point. They just. I just. Kusatsu vanished. We had to know why. No way! Why would I know Kirima Nagi?! I was the last one.
If word got out that Kyoko had done drugs Who was she?
Should I tell the school. Her fragmented story suggested that she had only seen a small part of what was really going on. And she knew about my past. I thought things over. Keeping quiet was just too frightening. Nagi had said Kusatsu Akiko had been killed.
It was very dark outside. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I promised Kyoko. I didn't want to do that to her.. It was night by then. Then we killed some time in a booth at First Kitchen.
More like she did whatever the much less stable girls told her to. I held Kyoko The streetlight above me had clearly not been changed in years..
I hoped she was. I snapped my bag closed and walked as fast as I could in I that direction. Somewhat surprisingly. That was the more natural reaction. I only found out when everything was finished. If there was danger. Anyone normal would do the same. My own will played no part in the matter. No more blissful ignorance for me. Kirima Nagi might really be a witch. I wanted to see it. I was able to get out the class directory.
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