Shinonome Yuuko wa Tanpen Shousetsu o Aishite Iru Vol 1 Chapter 3

The man brought Romiemarigana to a bizarre, silver house.

Though she could not smell anything with her nose, the house was somehow filled with a scent that set her mind at ease.

The man provided Romiemarigana with food she had never seen before. They were uncomfortably sweet, but they more than appeased her hunger.

Who is this man? — Romiemarigana thought to herself.

She has never met anyone outside of her tribe. However, they did know that in the world they named "Grando", there existed other tribes as well. Her fellow tribe-mate Pegii-Iliziya used to boast about his encounter with another tribe and how they drove him away.

That made her think all other tribes were a source of danger to hers.

However, the man before her was incredibly cordial.

***

On Friday, there wasn't much interaction between me and s.h.i.+nonome when I reached school.

She was doing her normal thing where she would read non-stop without even looking at me once. For a while, it felt like the talk we had yesterday was all just a lie. Come to think of it, though I was asking for s.h.i.+nonome's autograph, it was her stand to keep her ident.i.ty as an author a secret. She probably won't touch on the topic while there are other students around us.

As I rested my chin on my hands and listened to the boring history lessons, I began recalling the conversation I had with s.h.i.+nonome yesterday.

"However, can you listen to a request of mine?"

What will that request be?

"There's this bag that I always wanted."

There's no way she'll say that, obviously. It doesn't feel like she's a materialistic person. Moreover, with her novels published in the magazines, she should be receiving quite a bit of royalties from them. She's probably much richer than I am.

Still, I have zero idea what s.h.i.+nonome would want from me. I have no idea how tiring it is for an author to sign an autograph, but there's no way she'd go to the extremes and say things like "The sight of you is revolting, so just die" — I hope.

The lessons continued on without anything noteworthy happening, and soon lessons were over for the day.

I ignored the students who were preparing themselves for their co-curricular activities, packed up my stuff in a jiffy and stood up to prepare to leave. I could very well wait for the crowd to clear instead of rus.h.i.+ng if there's nothing waiting for me, but today's not the day to do so. s.h.i.+na-san would handle the counters by herself while waiting for the committee members to show up at the library, but I'm sorry to say that s.h.i.+na-san's not really somebody you can count on. She'd forget to scan the barcode due to a brief lapse of concentration. Then she'd get fl.u.s.tered when she realized her mistake, resulting in things like being repeatedly unable to scan the barcode. So actually, she's would cause a long line to form before the counter.

As I inadvertently turned my head, I realized s.h.i.+nonome was standing as well.

It wouldn't be great to just head to the library by myself, so I matched my pace with s.h.i.+nonome's and left the cla.s.sroom with her. I couldn't chat with her due to the other students around us. When we reached the staircase to the highest floor where the library was located, I, after making sure no one else was around, finally broke the silence.

"Oh yeah, I've read it already. s.h.i.+nonome's story."

Upon hearing that, s.h.i.+nonome stopped in her tracks to look at me.

"Eh?"

I wasn't expecting any happy emotions from her. In fact, I thought I would be receiving some sort of cold response like "Oh" or "Thank you". It was me who was fl.u.s.tered instead.

"Ah...... what's wrong? Should I have not read that?"

"That's...... not what I meant."

s.h.i.+nonome then resumed her steps, so I followed suit.

"Urm, to be honest, I don't quite understand the story."

"Mmm, I get that a lot."

"But still, it's really incredible. You have a story that's published."

 "Really......?"

I remembered the editor I met yesterday - Aikawa Youji. He was hoping I could convince s.h.i.+nonome to work on a long story.

"All s.h.i.+nonome has written up 'til now are short stories?"

"Yes, just short stories."

I then remembered our earlier conversation about short and long stories. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should avoid the topic.

Upon hearing that my preference was long stories, s.h.i.+nonome ended the conversation rather unhappily. Should I bring the topic up now, there's the chance I'll get on her bad side.

After much pondering, I chose to start things off with:

"s.h.i.+nonome, do you love short stories?"

Once again, s.h.i.+nonome stopped in her tracks. I followed suit.

We happened to stop at the stair landing, which made the scene look as if there were a guy who chose to confess to a girl at a location where there'll be no one around. How very awkward.

"Rather than saying that I love them......"

s.h.i.+nonome finally spoke, but she tilted her head halfway into her sentence.

"There're actually plenty of reasons behind it......"

"Lots of reasons?"

s.h.i.+nonome didn't address my doubt. Instead, she continued to look at me as she said,

"Minami-kun had once said that you prefer long stories, am I right?"

I was deliberately avoiding the topic, but s.h.i.+nonome chose to bring it up anyway.

"I did say that before, but...... you know? I was asking about s.h.i.+nonome's love for short stories—"

s.h.i.+nonome extended her two hands towards me, as though she were trying to cut me off. Upon seeing me with my mouth shut, she lowered her head and said,

"Urm...... you may find what I'm about to say weird, but do you mind listening to me anyway?"

I nodded my head.

"Has Minami-kun ever wondered if you're actually living the life of the main protagonist?"

That was quite a weird question coming from her, so it was my turn to tilt my head in bewilderment this time.

"The main protagonist......? Me......?"

s.h.i.+nonome ignored my questions and continued.

"Actually, I think everyone has imagined themselves as one at least once. Imagining themselves as the protagonist in a huge epic story, encountering all sorts of situations, meeting and separating with all kinds of people — and the story would continue on and on like that. To put it into perspective, it would be very much like a huge tome of an epic."

That was not all s.h.i.+nonome had to say.

"However, that's not what I think. Human beings are insignificantly tiny. Going back to the a.n.a.logy I made earlier, it would only fill up about fifty to sixty pages worth of content — the length of a short story."

What s.h.i.+nonome just said were some really philosophical stuff; stuff miles away from what an ordinary person like myself would have in his mind. Since I couldn't outright agree or disagree with her, my best course of action was to nod my head hazily in response.

"Minami-kun mentioned this before, haven't you? That short stories do not sell as well as long stories do."

"U-Urm......"

"I think you are right. Long stories take up a majority of the bestsellers, and that must be because most people prefer reading longer stories. On the other hand, that means that short stories are lacking in content, or perhaps the characters are not that interesting to the audience."

"Is that...... so?"

"Though I'm not too sure if this is true...... but I do wonder if it has something to do with what I said earlier. Everyone hopes to be the main protagonist of some epic, but that's not how things are in reality...... that's probably the reason why people yearn for a lengthy story. They resort to thick novels to do things they could not have done in real life."

I did understand what s.h.i.+nonome was trying to say, but not to the point where I could agree conclusively. So all I did was stand and continue listening to her.

That was the first time I saw s.h.i.+nonome being so conversational.

"Therefore, I wanted to show everyone how wonderful the idea that 'life's like a short story' is, and let more people experience that feeling. Short stories are indeed brief, but there are plenty of stories you would want to read again and again. We may not be living a life worthy of an epic, but we still can appreciate it thanks to its interesting snippets found everywhere."

I could finally begin to understand what s.h.i.+nonome was trying to convey. Well, barely.

"So that's the reason why you write short stories?"

I watched in surprise as s.h.i.+nonome gave a hard nod.

This once again made me realize how difficult it was to write a novel. So you pretty much have to attain some sort of twisted enlightenment before you can decide on the length of the story you'll be working on. As someone who has never once thought of writing a book, understanding her reasons is no walk in the park.

"That's just...... incredible."

I gave a perfunctory reply. s.h.i.+nonome resumed her pace in silence with her head lowered.

If only she had said things like:

"I write because of the money."

Or—

"Long stories are too troublesome."

Or stuff like that. I would've accepted those explanations easily. Then I could have responded with things like: "Ahh, I see" or "you're actually right".

However, s.h.i.+nonome's 'reasons' were mind-boggling. They sounded more like preaching you'd hear from a zen monk.

While I was musing to myself, we reached the library. As expected, s.h.i.+na-san had entered into a state of fl.u.s.ter during my brief conversation with s.h.i.+nonome.

"Ah! Hurry up, you two! Quickly!"

s.h.i.+na-san waved her hands immediately after catching sight of us. After taking a detour past the snaking queue and reaching the counter, we began working on the borrowing and returning of the books.

Standing behind us was s.h.i.+na-san, who heaved a huge, exaggerated sigh—

"Ah, thank goodness...... I don't know what I'd do if you two don't show up."

She grumbled. Honestly, I'm quite doubtful whether there's another librarian in this world who can't even handle the tiny crowd before us.

When we were done with the queue of students before us, s.h.i.+na-san told us she has to continue her work on , as usual. So she disappeared into the small room.

Come to think of it, you can't exactly call taking a whole week to work on some small publication efficient, even if it is done by hand. Should that be done by another person, he'll probably take half the time required to finish it all by hand.

And as usual, most of the students in the library are there to borrow books, so s.h.i.+nonome's sitting beside me reading. The cover of the book was no different from the ones she read before, but ever since I came to know of her true ident.i.ty and listen to that mind-boggling speech of hers, she somehow looked really elegant while she's reading. Intriguing.

As the number of visitors began to die down, I remembered the thing I had planned for today. And so, I reached for my bag which was placed in a corner and fished out the magazine.

"s.h.i.+nonome...... this."

s.h.i.+nonome stared at me blankly as I pa.s.sed her the magazine and a marker pen, which was followed by a wry smile.

"...... So you still remember. I thought everything you did yesterday was at a spur of the moment."

 Bulls eye. I then replied with,

"Mmm, you're actually right...... but this isn't something you'd see everyday. I mean, how often can you get your cla.s.smate to do an autograph for you?"

"Rather than calling it an autograph, it's more like me writing my name on the magazine. Are you okay with that?"

"Of course, it's not like it matters. An autograph's an autograph, yeah?"

With that said, s.h.i.+nonome slowly flipped open the magazine. I stopped her in a hurry when I realized she was planning to sign on the back of the cover.

"Please hold on. It would be much better if you can sign on the page where your photo is."

s.h.i.+nonome showed me what was probably the most repulsed expression she could possibly muster.

"Eh?"

"Come on, it'll look way more like an autograph that way."

With a displeased expression, s.h.i.+nonome scribbled a tiny 'Nis.h.i.+zono Yūko' on the page. It looked more like a note than an autograph though, no thanks to the minuscule size of the words. However, it's not like I'm in any position to complain about that.

"Done."

After confirming that the ink was all dried up, s.h.i.+nonome closed the magazine and returned it to me.

"Mmm, thanks."

When I received the magazine from her, I remembered s.h.i.+nonome's 'request'.

"Right, what's your request, s.h.i.+nonome?"

Upon hearing my question, s.h.i.+nonome lowered her head and replied,

"Let's leave that for later."

"Later?"

"Mmm, later. When we're going home."

I had no choice but to agree since that was what she wanted. Still, it's not like there's anyone around us, so there's no need for her to worry about being heard by someone else.

"Ah, okay......"

s.h.i.+nonome stole a glance at me as I was sitting down.

"Are you okay...... with reaching home a little late?"

"Sure......"

"Alright."

s.h.i.+nonome said no further.

As most of the students were at the counter to borrow books, I had no time to think about anything else other than work.

But whenever I was done with work and resting, I couldn't help but think.

What on earth is she about to ask from me?

My heart was. .h.i.t by a pang of uneasiness. As for s.h.i.+nonome, she paid not the slightest amount of attention to me and continued to read her book. I had no clue what she had in her mind.

***

Even though it had been more than a month since I became a library committee member, this is the first time I'm walking home together with s.h.i.+nonome. It was normal for us to leave without waiting for the other. We weren't that close to being with, so there was no reason to.

Even if we were to leave the library together, I would deliberately change the route I take home. I mean, you'd have to find a topic to converse on if we head home together, or else we would be in for an awkward situation. A situation which I hate. Moreover, it's a pain in the rear to find a topic to break the silence as well.

Still, there are exceptions to everything, and today happened to be the day when I cannot avoid walking home together with s.h.i.+nonome. Ultimately, I was the one who asked s.h.i.+nonome for an autograph, so I'm obliged to respond to her 'request' the moment she agreed to mine. Problem is, our main protagonist s.h.i.+nonome hasn't filled me up on that 'request' yet.

"In any case, please follow me to the station."

That was what she said.

Just as expected, a long, awkward silence lingered between us while we made our way there.

Just as I was pondering on whether it would be better to keep the status quo or if I should initiate a casual conversation, s.h.i.+nonome spoke.

"I've told you earlier...... about the reasons why I write short stories......"

"Ah, yeah. So?"

"Aikawa-san...... he's the editor by the way...... he said he prefers me working on a longer story."

I nodded. That was what he said to me on our very first encounter, so that should be true.

"I had already told him my thoughts on this matter...... but he said it'll be better for me to write a long novel. It won't be too late to revert to short stories when I have gained more popularity."

"Is that so......"

"To be honest, aside from the reasons I mentioned to Minami-kun earlier, there's another reason why I'm not willing to write long stories—"

We reached the entrance to the shopping street just as she was saying that. Halfway through her sentence, she turned around to look at me and asked,

"...... Would you mind if we head to the cafe?"

That was the question.

"Sure...... but just a second."

I fished out my wallet to check if I had enough cash on me. s.h.i.+nonome gave a tiny laugh when she saw that.

"I'll pay for you."

"That's not necessary. How can I have you do that?"

"It's fine, since I'm the one who's making the request. Moreover, it's not like I'm penniless with the royalties I received."

Despite all her words, I took a glance into my wallet anyway. But there wasn't even a thousand yen note to be found inside. There were some loose change here and there, but just barely. Should I have known earlier, I would have taken some money from Keisuke under the pretext of cash for my takeaway dinner. Generally speaking, I'm not a huge eater, nor do I indulge in any hobbies. I'm used to not having much money on me.

"Thanks...... for the offer then."

I felt really useless to be treated by a girl. It would have been better if she were a lady who's older than me, but this is a cla.s.smate we're talking about.

"You don't have to mind, really."

As she said that, s.h.i.+nonome put on a smile yet again.

With our conversation grinding to a halt, s.h.i.+nonome led the way and brought me to a cafe. It was the cafe where I met s.h.i.+nonome and her editor. This was my first time visiting the cafe. The gaps between the tables were really s.p.a.cious, so it was indeed a conducive place to have a discussion.

We were led to a corner seat by the waiter. s.h.i.+nonome ordered a cup of hot coffee.

"What about you, Minami-kun?"

"Ah...... I'll have the same thing."

I was planning not to order anything, but that'd feel really awkward as well, so I ended up with that answer.

s.h.i.+nonome said not a single word while we were waiting for our coffee.

We're getting nowhere with the way things are, so I was preparing to start a conversation. However, the cellphone in my pocket vibrated just then. I took out the phone and realized it was a message from Arumi-san.

"We'll be having sukiyaki tonight, so come home as soon as you can."

I'm not a huge fan of sukiyaki....... while thinking of that—

"I may be slightly late, so you and Keisuke start without me."

I typed that into the phone. The reply came in less than thirty seconds.

"Is that a date? Are you on a date?"

I chose to ignore the message and slipped the phone into my pocket.

Perfect timing. The waiter came with our coffee. s.h.i.+nonome added a spoonful of sugar into her coffee, while I added nothing into mine.

"So, where were we?"

Asked s.h.i.+nonome as she stirred her coffee.

"On how there's another reason why s.h.i.+nonome doesn't want to work on a long story."

s.h.i.+nonome nodded when I was done with that statement.

"Right, that."

"So that means other than wanting your readers to understand more about the beauty of short stories, there's something else to it?"

"Mmm."

I repeated the stuff I heard back at the stairs - thank goodness I heard nothing wrong - and urged s.h.i.+nonome to go on. s.h.i.+nonome puffed at her coffee once and took a sip before continuing.

"Without the relevant knowledge or experience, it's incredibly difficult to work on a long story......"

I was mentally prepared for some sort of weird reason from her, but what s.h.i.+nonome just said was surprisingly ordinary. Something which I felt I could understand.

"Urm...... and so?"

"However, I am barely sixteen, and I possess no unique experiences in me....... To be honest, it's very difficult to come up with something satisfactory."

"So that's why you write short stories instead? But why can't you just expand the short stories to something much longer?"

"That will not work. A short story is fundamentally different from its counterpart."

"I see......"

I don't quite understand everything, but it should be true since it came from the mouth of s.h.i.+nonome, who's an author. Still, I don't quite feel that has anything to do with s.h.i.+nonome's 'request'.
 

Her skin was as smooth as a baby's — but of course, I have never seen it before. Definitely not.