Tetrominon !qIDtlWKoxU 2008/05/15 (Thu) 08:27 No. 630 "Everything?" You stroke your chin in mock thoughtfulness. Mental note: shave. "That could take a while."
She just smiles. "I've got all evening."
All right, then. You begin at the beginning, giving her a summary of your childhood, the town where you grew up, your parents, et cetera. You tell her about your decision to quit college and head out to Japan. You tell her about your life there, roaming from town to town, taking work where you could find it, soaking up everything you could. This part you sprinkle with a few anecdotes; she especially seems to enjoy hearing about the time you were literally drug into teaching grade school English for a week after their teacher fell asleep on the wrong train back from a wedding and ended up in Aomori. She remains mostly silent and wholly attentive throughout it all. You mention your love for historical sites and points of local interest, and start leading that into how (you're pretty much certain by now) you came to be here. It isn't until you mention the tobacconist who pointed you towards the shrine that she really interrupts you, eyes alight.
"Old man Tanegawa?" You just stare back blankly. Didn't catch his name, that you remember. So, she elaborates: "Mostly bald, eyes always look like he's smiling, still holds his hand like this when he talks." She demonstrates, leaning on one elbow with the arm up and two fingers extended, relaxedly holding a phantom cigarette that she (and he, now that you think about it) points and gestures with as she speaks.
"Yeah, that was the guy. You know him?"
Sanae claps her hands and laughs joyfully. "Oh, he was like a grandfather to me! I first met him at a shrine festival when I was a child. As soon as I found out where he worked, I'd sneak in there sometimes after school and we'd just chat until closing time. He had so many stories..." Her sentence trails off into happy reminiscence for a moment, then she laughs again. "I just can't believe you met Tanegawa! I'll have to thank him for the visitor next time I..."
Her thoughts trail off again as the true meaning of what she said sinks in for both of you. Your eyes each suddenly avoid the others' to stare down meaninglessly at the floor, your thoughts turned in perfect sympathy to the world neither of you are likely to ever see again. Silence drapes over the room.
"Do you... miss your parents?" You glance up at her question, but her face is still turned away, so you turn your own back before replying.
"No, not really. College was their idea, so I always felt I'd effectively cut my ties with them when I left for Japan. I went ahead with no regrets. Still, I feel like I should wish for one more chance to say good-bye, or just let them know I'm alright, or something, but... I really don't, somehow." You turn your gaze back up and find her looking back at you. "What about your parents? Friends?"
She shakes her head and looks down into her cup. "Never knew my father. Mother died young. Friends... I never really had any. I say I'm just an ordinary girl, but..." She holds the snake accessory up in the palm of her hand, presenting the bound lock of green hair as evidence before letting it drop back into place. "Not near so much teasing as you might expect, but not so much friendliness, either. A few classmates I'd talk to, but my phone never rang. Tanegawa was the closest thing to a real friend that I had my whole life." She pauses and meets your eyes again. "Funny, but it's the little things I think I miss the most." She pauses again, thinking.
In the meantime, you decide to go first. "Jelly beans. God, I loved those things. Ever since I was a kid. Ate 'em by the handful. Heh, even had this nutty idea once in high school. There was this one brand, hundreds of flavors, Strawberry and Lemon and crazy stuff like Buttered Popcorn and Jalapeno. What I was gonna do, I was gonna order exactly 365 of them, randomly picked from all the flavors, and eat one a day for a year. Then I'd start this blog, and chart each flavor and how my day went, try and build up a kind of fortune-telling with them." Sanae laughs, and you chuckle along with her. "Yeah, pretty silly. Forgot all about it until just now." Your respective laughters die down, the mood lightened considerably. You look at her and wait.
Eventually, she looks back down at her cup and blushes very slightly. "Tekura High, Class 4-E."
"TV show?"
She shakes her head, still looking down and blushing. "Light novel series. High school romance. One of my classmates lent me the first one and I was hooked. I'd buy each one the day it hit the bookstore in town and rush home to read it all in one go. Sappy as anything, but I couldn't get enough. End of the latest book, Setsuko had just run out of a date with Takeda to confess her love to Hidamura. I guess I'll never know how that turned out."
Silence and introspection resume. Before long, she looks up and breaks the mood by asking plainly, "You hungry?"
As if reminded by her question, your empty stomach begins complaining. "Famished, in fact."
She picks up her cup and stands. Anticipating her suggestion, you do the same. "It's gotten pretty late with all this talking. C'mon, how about you finish up your story while we make something for dinner."
"A fine idea." So decided, she precedes you into the kitchen, and you follow close behind.
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Wow. That part really took on a life of its own. Good news is, shift ended early, so I'm free to start on part two right away.