The Wayfarer's Lamentation Part 30

A few days earlier, when she saw the two of them come to her room, Miu whispered in fright, "Who're you? Do you know them, Konoha?" and hid behind my back.

"No...! Please go home. I don't wanna talk to anyone but Konoha."

When that happened, Akutagawa's eyes had gone wide, and he stood in shock. Kotobuki was also trembling and pale.

I'd interjected through Miu's fretfulness that "she'll be back soon," and invited them out to the hospital garden.

Once there, I'd bowed deeply and apologized for everything that had happened.

"I'm...really sorry that I couldn't believe you. And it's my fault that Miu's like this now. I promised I would go with her, and then I betrayed her. I took my eyes off of her..."

Probably neither of them knew what to say to me after that. They were silent, but it wasn't accusatory.

"I wonder if Asakura'll be like this forever," Akutagawa murmured in a strained voice. He was probably blaming himself about as much as I was. Wondering if he might have been able to help Miu more.

Kotobuki flinched at Akutagawa's words and looked at me uneasily.

I whispered quietly, still hugging the vase in my arms, "I don't know. Some random event might suddenly make her better, or she could be like this for years. The doctors said...it was best to see how things went and not to rush."

Akutagawa's face contorted, and he clenched his teeth.

He was probably thinking about his mother. She had been asleep for years now. Apparently even the doctors didn't know if she would ever wake up or if she would just stop breathing one day. He knew better than any of us the torture of helplessly waiting.

"What are you going to do, Inoue? If Asakura doesn't ever go back to normal?"

Kotobuki was watching me, too, holding her breath.

My throat tightened, and a pain that felt like it was digging into my chest coursed through me. I had no idea what I should do. Why had things turned out like this for us?

But I couldn't betray Miu again.

"I'll be at Miu's side, even if it takes years. As long as she wants me there."

Kotobuki gasped.

Akutagawa tightly furrowed his brow as well.

If only I had reached out and taken hold of Miu's hand that day. I had regretted that so often. But no, if instead I had realized the truth about Miu sooner, then maybe she wouldn't have been driven that far the first time or this time.

Now that she had felt such despair that she reverted to being a child, staying by Miu's side was the only way I could make it up to her.

"...Are you sure?" Akutagawa asked grimly.

"...Yeah."

When I softly murmured my answer, Kotobuki stared down at her feet and said, "Asakura's so sneaky. She's tying you up...She's making you suffer!"

Her voice was hard, but her face looked like she was about to cry.

My chest tightened.

Kotobuki lifted her face, and with eyes even closer to tears-eyes desperately resisting the urge to cry-she looked at me.

"Is...there anything I can do for you? Maybe I can't help, but... if there's anything I can do, just say so. Whatever it is. I don't mind."

Painfully strong feelings welled up in my throat. Akutagawa was looking at me, worry cast on his face.

"Thanks. But I'll be okay."

It was all I could say.

There was nothing more I could think of.

"Inoue!"

Kotobuki's eyes filled with tears.

I caught a glimpse of her tears, and I almost broke apart. I stood up.

"Miu will worry if I take too long, so I should get back. Thank you for coming today, really. Both of you."

I said my good-byes to them, and I walked off alone.

That night I got a call from Akutagawa on my cell phone.

"Inoue, I still haven't apologized for what happened at school..."

"When you and I fought? If that's all, then we're even."

"No, I was asking for way too much from you. And then when Asakura disappeared from the hospital to ask you to save her...I let go of Asakura's hand, too, when I did that. You're not the only one at fault for Asakura getting this way. I'm sorry."

He really had been suffering, too. I sensed the pain coloring his deep, controlled voice and it, too, stabbed into my chest.

I murmured that it wasn't like that, but I was pretty sure Akutagawa would continue to blame himself.

"...And about Kotobuki."

He started to say something, then faltered and fell silent.

I held my breath and listened. Maybe something had happened after I'd returned to Miu's room.

After the awkward silence had drawn out, Akutagawa murmured awkwardly, "She looks like she's taking it pretty hard. She was worried about you."

The image of Kotobuki valiantly enduring all this, her eyebrows furrowed, came to mind, and it felt like my heart was ripping apart. I wondered if she'd cried after that.

"I'll keep up with her as much as I can."

"Thanks. I'd feel better if you were with her," I said, then ended the call.

It was the next day when Kotobuki showed up at the hospital.

I was talking with Miu in her room when the door suddenly opened without even a knock, and Kotobuki came in wearing a coat and uniform.

She wore a grim expression, and for some reason, she was carrying a bucket instead of a bag. It was a slightly smaller plastic one like they would have at a dollar store.

When I tried to stop her, she threw the contents of the bucket at Miu.

"Eek!"

There was a splas.h.!.+ and Miu was drenched, sitting in her wheelchair. Beside her, a few drops of water hit my face, as well.

"Wh-what are you doing?!"

Water was dripping off of her hair and pajamas. Miu raised her eyebrows harshly and advanced straight toward Kotobuki in her electric wheelchair.

Kotobuki swung her right arm up without a word and slapped Miu roundly in the face as she approached.

A sharp sound echoed through the room, and Miu's right cheek turned a mottled red.

Then Kotobuki's hand came down on her left cheek, too.

"Kotobuki, stop!"

By the time I'd gotten a handle on the situation and run over to her, Miu had lifted herself up and grabbed onto Kotobuki, her face scarlet.

Gripping Kotobuki's jacket in her right hand, she pulled her closer and slapped Kotobuki in the face with her left.

"What d'you think you're doing? You hussy thief!"

Miu rained jeers on her. Kotobuki bit down on her lip, her eyes flas.h.i.+ng, and she slapped Miu back.

"Who's the hussy?! You heinous, bald-faced hussy liar!!"

Crack! Crack! Crack! rang out in succession.

"-Nngh!"

Miu grabbed Kotobuki's arm and dragged her down, then scratched Kotobuki's face with her other hand.

I had just cut her nails earlier, so they were short, but she did it with so much force that Kotobuki groaned in pain.

When Kotobuki knocked away Miu's hand and retreated, Miu flew at her, her eyes bloodshot.

Miu's hips rose completely off the seat, and after supporting herself for the barest of moments on her own two legs, she toppled toward Kotobuki.

The two fell to the floor and wrestled.

Miu grabbed Kotobuki's hair and screamed, "I won't let anyone interfere with me and Konoha! Konoha won't be friends with a girl like you! Just leave us alone!"

And Kotobuki yelled back, gripping Miu's pajamas, "You're moving your mouth and hands pretty good! Even though you couldn't even lift a spoon yesterday. I guess a dunking cleared your head and made you remember how old you are?"

"Wh-?"

Miu's eyes widened in shock.

I was gaping, too.

Miu, who wasn't even supposed to be able to sit down in her wheelchair on her own, had stood up!

She was grappling with Kotobuki! Could it be that-?!

Another crisp sound came from Miu's cheek.

"Distorting yourself to be eight years old, pretending you can't do the smallest thing, holding Inoue back, demanding attention from him, shackling him, making him suffer-does that make you happy?! You really make me sick!!"

As she yelled, Kotobuki rained a flurry of blows down on Miu.

"For someone who can't move their fingers right, you've sure always got smooth hair, you're dressed neatly, you put on nice perfume-! A-a girl can see straight through another girl's lies!!"

Miu was taking all of the blows. In return, she swung at the sides of Kotobuki's head with all her might and dragged the nails of both hands down her face and neck.

"What do you know?! Konoha has belonged to me since we were kids!"

"Who decided that?! Inoue's not your dog, and he doesn't belong to you!!"

"And yet you were afraid of my text messages! The first time you came here even, you were totally pale and nervous. You toppled over the second you came into the room! I had to laugh!"

"You know that's because you smeared soap on the floor!"

"And you fell down the stairs."

"You shoved me!!"

"Yeah, I did! You were bait to draw Konoha here. But even so, you took my invitation and came toddling blindly over, you idiot!"

Miu straddled Kotobuki and slapped her on one cheek after the other. Kotobuki grabbed hold of Miu's collar, flipped her body over, and shoved her to the ground.

"St-stop it, both of you! Kotobuki! Miu is sick! You cut it out, too, Miu!"

I had been utterly stunned at Kotobuki's outrageous act and that Miu's memory had come back.

Just as I was trying to get in between them, someone grabbed my arm.

"Leave it. Kotobuki's doing this for you."

I didn't know when he'd come into the room, but Akutagawa was standing there with a serious look on his face.

"For me..."